John Garrett.
A senior S.H.I.E.L.D. agent, and Ward's supervising officer.
Seeing the scene before him.
Ward's mind fell into chaos.
Garrett had sent him the coordinates and told him to intercept the "alien technology" here and execute Fury.
But the situation now was... Garrett had already taken control? And captured Fury?
Then why had he summoned him here?
To have him carry out the execution?
"Whoa, look who showed up."
That "Garrett" blew out a smoke ring, a crooked grin spreading across his face.
"Coulson. Looks like you weren't as smart as I thought."
"Let him go!!"
Coulson suddenly drew his gun and aimed it at Garrett.
"You should explain what's going on, Garrett."
"Isn't it obvious, Coulson?"
Garrett burst out laughing, his voice echoing through the empty hall.
"S.H.I.E.L.D. is finished."
"This is Hydra territory now."
He walked over to the bound "Nick Fury" and reached out to pat that smooth black bald head.
"Look at your all-powerful Director Fury."
"He lost."
"He lost everything to us."
The bound "Fury" struggled to raise his head, his voice hoarse.
"Run... Coulson... it's a trap..."
"Fury..." Coulson was frantic.
"How touching." Garrett clicked his tongue in wonder. "This master-and-servant devotion act is making me want to cry."
"Ward, what are you waiting for?"
Everyone froze.
Ward?
Coulson instinctively turned to look at Ward beside him.
In that instant.
Ward, who had remained silent the entire time, moved.
As a top-tier field operative, he moved as fast as a hunting viper.
Bang!
A heavy punch smashed viciously into the back of May's head.
Caught off guard, May did not even have time to defend herself before collapsing limply.
"May!!"
Coulson was shocked and was just about to turn his gun.
When an icy pistol was already pressed against his temple.
"Sorry, sir."