The Quinjet landed directly, its thick, sturdy shell resembling one of those crazy Russian designs.
Even with this kind of forced landing, it had only scraped the paint and could take off again at any time. It was certainly useful.
Nick Fury stepped out of the vehicle, idly turning the unlocker in his hand as he looked toward the hatch. Perhaps his doubts would soon be cleared up. Was there really nothing wrong with his memory...?
That was hard to say. Nick Fury did not even dare think about it, because the more carefully he considered it, the more it sounded like something he would do.
A backup plan for the backup plan, just like the signal transmitter in his safe. He should have more cards up his sleeve.
The Quinjet's hatch opened, and a figure stepped out. Apparently sensitive to the sunlight, he raised a hand to shield his eyes.
Nick Fury froze the moment he saw him...
It was none other than the man who had vanished for over seventy years, renowned throughout the United States, a symbol of courage who had won countless admirers: Captain America.
Steve Rogers.
He was still wearing that blue skintight uniform, with several torn spots on it and a silver-white star on his chest.
His sturdy physique had not changed in the slightest with the passage of time. In fact, it was as though it had never changed at all.
"Yo! Nick, we finally meet. Do you remember us? Doesn't any of this feel familiar?"
Miao Mu jumped out of the hatch, tugged at his brown jacket, and put on a cowboy hat.
He looked just like a Western cowboy.
Especially with the revolver hanging at his waist. Yet what caught Nick Fury's attention more was Miao Mu's distinctly Chinese features.
"Miao