"I thought you and I were alike, fellow sufferers." Fury tapped his eyepatch, then pointed at Deathstroke's two intact eyes. "Is this your real face?"
He did not ask about Carol. Even though she was holding a cat and watching him warily, Fury did not spare her another glance.
This woman was wearing a matching outfit in the same colors as Deathstroke's uniform, and Deathstroke had shown his face in front of her. Their relationship was clearly far from ordinary and would require careful consideration.
The urgent matter was figuring out why Deathstroke had come here and what was about to happen in the United States.
If it was some major catastrophe, perhaps he could use the opportunity to pull some strings, get rid of the new director, and reclaim his position.
"You tell me." Deathstroke smiled and pulled out a cigarette case, offering Fury one. "More importantly, what did you come all this way to find me for?"
"I heard Deathstroke had appeared, and I happened to be looking for you." Fury did not dwell on the matter. Based on his judgment, there was over a sixty percent chance this was Deathstroke's real face. He could investigate it when he got back. "I want to ask you for a favor."
"Oh? Kill your new S.H.I.E.L.D. director? What was his name again? Kelp?" Su Ming rubbed his head, looking as though he were trying to remember.
Fury did not react to Deathstroke's bad joke. He shook his head. "Our new director isn't Japanese, and his name isn't Kelp. His name is Kohler. Besides, I have neither the reason nor the standing to kill my own director."
The implication was that he wanted to kill him, but lacked a reasonable excuse.
But Su Ming pretended not to understand. "Heh. Then what