Nick Fury felt a familiar sense of frustration and exhaustion.
Even when dealing with all those threats to Earth's safety, he had never felt this drained.
The Rising Tide just now, for example, had only given him a headache. It had not made him think, Forget it, let it be, or want to leave the matter alone without even trying to resolve it.
But after taking this call, Nick Fury had become utterly resigned.
My name is Nick Fury, Director of S.H.I.E.L.D., and I really want to retire.
He really did not want to wrangle with these politicians anymore...
But after thinking it over, Nick Fury abandoned that tempting idea.
After all, if he retired, whoever took his place might not be able to handle these idiot teammates.
What if these idiots slipped up and wrecked the world?
Keep it up, Nick Fury! You can work another five hundred years!
After giving himself that pep talk, Nick Fury immediately felt much better. He opened the window and looked out at the scenery, his mood easing considerably.
A short while later, a helicopter slowly descended onto an open area at Nick Fury's base amid gale-force winds.
The door opened, and several people in black suits stepped out with an impressive air.
They were not agents. Every one of them looked sleek and polished, with friendly expressions, but deep in their eyes lay profound greed and cunning.
Of course, only their own kind, or someone like Nick Fury who knew them very well, could sense that greed and cunning.
"Director Fury, long time no see!"
One of the men in black suits stepped forward and offered Nick Fury a handshake, while the others gave him friendly smiles.
Though Nick Fury found these people deeply irritating, he did not snub them. After all,