Bullets struck the metal table, punching several round dents into it with loud bangs. The one-way mirror on the wall had already shattered.
The alarm outside had also gone off. S.H.I.E.L.D. was under attack.
"Who are you?!"
Nick Fury held his gun in one hand, aiming at the overturned table as he demanded harshly. He casually fired a shot, hitting Wade, who had broken free of his handcuffs.
Wade collapsed to the floor. The bullet had hit him in the head. He was dead, at least as far as Nick Fury was concerned.
The overturned table suddenly tipped over. Nick Fury did not hold back in the slightest and immediately fired, his bullet striking the wall.
A black Batarang hit the ceiling from an awkward angle, then used the rebound.
The Batarang shot into the conference room. Nick Fury's remaining eye widened, and he had no time to fire.
He raised an arm to block it. The Batarang had slowed after the impact, and Nick Fury caught it in one hand.
He turned to throw it back...
A burst of blinding white light and piercing noise erupted in the conference room. Nick Fury, still holding the Batarang, let out a scream.
Dizzy and disoriented, he lost his balance and fell to the floor.
A flashbang. Nick Fury immediately recognized the intense reaction, but with both his vision and hearing disabled, there was nothing he could do.
He could only roll across the floor a few times on instinct and intuition.
Then he felt his collar tighten. Someone had grabbed him by it and yanked him up. A good opportunity!
Nick Fury raised his arm and violently drove an elbow sideways.
Then he took a punch to the stomach, pain folding his body over. This was an expert; one punch had