The anger finally broke through the dam of reason.
Fury suddenly pulled out the pistol from his waist and pointed it at the huge display screen.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Three gunshots were fired.
The big screen exploded instantly and sparks flew everywhere.
"He has a gun!!"
"He's attacking the command center!!"
"Wow--!"
In the entire hall, all the agents, whether they were Hydra lurkers or loyal S.H.I.E.L.D. agents, all pulled out their guns in an instant.
Hundreds of black holes were locked on Nick Fury and Clint·Barton.
The bow in Barton's hand was fully drawn, but he did not dare to let go. If the arrow was shot, they would be beaten into a sieve.
"Drop your weapons! Nick!"
Hill pulled out the pistol and pointed it at Fury's chest. Her hand was steady, but her eyes were trembling.
"Accept an internal investigation! This is the only way to survive!"
Fury looked at Hill, looking at the subordinates around him who had once obeyed his orders.
He saw it.
Trust has collapsed.
In this age of manipulated information, the truth no longer matters. What matters is what people want to believe.
"Under investigation?" Fury laughed self-deprecatingly, "Once I enter the interrogation room, I will never get out again, Hill. You know."
He slowly raised his hands in a gesture of surrender.
"Okay... you win."
The agents breathed a sigh of relief. The muzzle of the gun was still pointed at him, but their finger was slightly away from the trigger.
Just at this moment.
"Barton! Flash!" Fury shouted.
Barton Without any hesitation, he pulled out a special arrow from the quiver with his backhand and smashed it on the floor under his feet.
"Boom--!!!"
The dazzling white light instantly filled the entire command hall, and everyone instinctively closed their eyes and screamed.
"Ah! My eyes!"
"Fire! Fire!"
"Bang bang bang bang--!"
The gunshots were loud and bullets were flying randomly in blind firing.
And in this chaos.
Fury grabbed Barton, took out a miniature explosive bomb, and attached it to the tempered glass on the side.
"Get down!"
"Boom!"
Glass shattered.
A strong wind poured in.
This is the thirtieth floor.
"Jump!"
Fury and Barton did not hesitate and jumped out of the building.
"Whoops--!"
In mid-air, Barton shot a grappling hook arrow and nailed the outer wall of the lower floor. The two of them smashed the lower window like a swing and rolled into the office area.
"Let's go! Go to the B4 garage! There is my spare vehicle there!"
The two of them ran wildly in the corridor, followed by the piercing siren and the sound of footsteps chasing after them.
The former King of Spies is now a lost dog.
"What a wonderful piece of music."
Alexander Pierce stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the vehicles escaping crazily outside the window, listening to the sirens in the distance, with an intoxicated smile on his face.
He turned around and looked at "Brock·Rumlow" standing behind him.
"Well done, kid. Your plan is nothing short of genius."
Pierce walked up to "Rumlow" and patted his hard shoulder.
"The opposite is true. Use their mouths to pour dirty water back on Fury."
"I always thought you were only good at fighting and killing. I didn't expect you to have such attainments in tactical psychology."
"For Hydra's victory, sir."
"Rumlow" immediately showed a somewhat arrogant and proud smile on his face. The data model of the smile came from the lifetime of Rumlow.
"Yes, for the victory of Hydra." Pierce was in a good mood, "When Project Insight is completed, you will get everything you deserve, and I will nominate you as the next director."
"Rumlow" lowered his head slightly. "It's an honor."
Pierce put down the wine glass and glanced at the watch on his wrist.
"The authorization codes for the directors have arrived."
"Although Fury that mouse ran away, it is no longer important."
Decades of lurking.
The hard work of generations.
Finally, it will bear fruit at this moment.
"Hail Hydra."
Pierce whispered, and then ordered the dispatch center to take off.
"Attention all units."
"I am Alexander Pierce."
"I announce...Project Insight, officially launched."
"Get the carrier... airborne."
The river surged and the earth trembled.
"Boom, boom, boom--"
Three huge Helicarriers, relying on the anti-gravity engines of Stark technology, tore through the water and slowly lifted into the air.
Water cascaded down the deck like a waterfall.
The roar of the engine echoed throughout Washington, D.C..
This is the pinnacle of human industry, and it is also the Sword of Damocles that hangs over the heads of all mankind.
Once they ascend into suborbital space at three thousand feet and connect with Insight Satellite.
They can instantly lock on and eliminate any target on the Earth-Destroyer ball that is deemed a "threat".
Thin-skinned target.
"Mr."
Skynet's special encrypted channel rang in Homelander's ears.
"The fire control systems of three ships Helicarrier have been successfully invaded."
"Zola Algorithm has been overwritten. New target filtering logic has been uploaded."
"Now, the triggers of these three ships are in your hands."
"Rumlow did a good job." Homelander expressed satisfaction, "Prepare more engine oil for him for the next maintenance... hahahaha."
"Fuck Fuck! They're in the air!"
Fury looked at the shadow covering the sky from the passenger seat, his face turned pale.
"What now? Boss? Do you need me to shoot them down with explosive arrows?"
Hawkeye, who was driving, turned the steering wheel hard and dodged a Rocket bullet from the pursuing soldiers.
Fury stared at the three giant ships and took out the old-fashioned pager.
That was his last trump card - Captain Marvel.
But his hands were shaking, and Carol clearly requested that "the pager be used only in the most critical moments."
And this crisis refers to something from outside the universe. Carol's main responsibility is to maintain the peace of the universe, and she will not care about this kind of internal struggle on the earth.
"Damn..." Fury put away the pager, a trace of despair flashed in his eyes.
Washington, Triskelion.
Pierce looked up at the sky in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows.
He is waiting.
Waiting for the wonderful sound of gunfire, waiting for those names to disappear in the smoke one by one.
One minute.
Two minutes.
Five minutes.
Quiet.
Calm.
"What's going on?"
Pierce frowned and was puzzled. After confirming again, the launch order had indeed been issued.
Just then, the office phone rang.
This is the Security Council special line.
Pierce answered the phone with some uneasiness. It was director Rockwell.
His tone was unusually calm, even a little indifferent.
"In view of the recent internal chaos of S.H.I.E.L.D., and there are signs of serious infiltration by Hydra."
"After urgent consultations by Security Council, and with the consent of representatives of the permanent members."
"We unanimously decided to activate the 'emergency takeover clause' in <Superhero Registration Act>."
"From now on, the three Helicarriers of 'Project Insight', and all their attached weapon systems..."
"... Temporarily handed over to Vought Global Defense (V. G. D) for custody."
"Until S.H.I.E.L.D. completes a comprehensive internal cleanup and investigation."
Boom--!
The sky is falling--!