An online meeting was held aboard the S.H.I.E.L.D. Helicarrier.
Fury scoffed at the World Security Council's proposal to nuke Manhattan.
He flatly rejected such an inhumane proposal.
What he had not expected was that the World Security Council would bypass him and issue orders directly to the bombers carrying nuclear warheads aboard the Helicarrier.
"Director Fury has been relieved of duty. Execute order 7A11."
"7A11 confirmed. Preparing for takeoff."
The pilot was a soldier, and he obeyed orders from higher command.
That was a soldier's duty.
Hill also noticed something wrong. A plane was taking off without authorization. She urgently called Fury. "Sir, we have a situation on deck!"
"All personnel, a plane is taking off without authorization. Shoot it down!"
"Repeat, takeoff has not been authorized."
Hearing this, Fury cursed under his breath. "Not this shit again!"
He rushed toward the deck, smashing the glass of an emergency rocket launcher cabinet in the passage leading there.
He grabbed the rocket launcher and charged outside, only to find the plane accelerating down the runway.
Without hesitation, he aimed at the plane.
With a thunderous explosion, the rocket destroyed the plane's right wing, preventing it from taking off.
Fury had just breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, he had been played like this before, and he had learned his lesson.
What he had not anticipated was that the launcher had only one shot, while there were two planes.
The unimpeded plane took off from the Helicarrier and headed toward New York.
"Motherfucker!" He threw away the launcher and drew his pistol to aim. His attempt to shoot down a plane with a handgun looked ridiculous. Furious, he barked out an order.
"Keep ten rocket launchers there from now on!"
After leaving that order amid a stream of curses, he turned back