Chatting with Russell was a real pain in the ass, because he always knew exactly how to piss people off, constantly coming up with new ways to dig pits and set traps.
Just when you saw through his tricks and took one huge stride over them, you would land only to realize that the seemingly flat safe zone had long been filled with traps, and the pit was very deep.
And very likely, it was a pit with a smell!
If anyone else had been this arrogant, Nick Fury would have long since blasted them with a Death God's One-Eye Glare. But when it came to Russell, he considered their respective positions and strength and decided that taking verbal losses was actually not so bad.
He would treat it as showing respect for an elder!
"Unlucky bastard, do I look that old?"
Russell tilted his head, shifting his gaze away from the holographic projection and fixing it on Nick Fury. After five seconds, he repeatedly shook his head. "They say God is fair. He gives you an ugly appearance, then gives you touching intelligence so you won't seem too mismatched."
"But that doesn't apply to you at all. Being ugly would have been one thing, but your heart is black too. It's clear God really doesn't like you."
"Cheer up. I guarantee that someone like you will definitely go to hell someday, so whether God likes you or not is completely irrelevant."
Nick Fury: "..."
"Don't misunderstand. I didn't mean anything else. I was merely stating the facts objectively."
Russell sighed repeatedly. "Don't use explanations to cover things up. I've already roughly browsed through your memories. All I can say is, you can know a person's face but not their heart. You've skimmed quite a lot during your years as