On the other end of the phone, the One-Eyed Director, Nick Fury, knitted his brows tightly at the news and analyzed in a grave voice:
"Since he let you both leave safely of his own accord and didn't kill Tony right away, that suggests he probably has no outright hostile intentions at present."
"Send me an image of that man immediately. I'll use my clearance to investigate his background. Wait downstairs at the tower and keep your comms open at all times!"
After hanging up, Nick Fury looked at the high-resolution snapshot Coulson had sent and immediately ordered S.H.I.E.L.D.'s Intelligence Center to launch a worldwide search.
Yet the results of that investigation left even the worldly Nick Fury utterly stunned.
S.H.I.E.L.D. was connected to major population databases, customs records, and the Sky Eye Surveillance Network around the globe, yet there was absolutely no information about this man anywhere in the world!
No birth certificate, no social security records, no immigration files-nothing at all. His record was so utterly blank that he might as well have sprung out of a crack in a rock!
And across New York's entire surveillance network, the only place he had been caught on camera was a secluded alley in Manhattan a few minutes earlier.
With a grim expression, Nick Fury pulled up the street surveillance footage from near that alley.
He saw three black thugs robbing the man at knifepoint, their heads suddenly bursting like watermelons into clouds of bloody mist under his indifferent glance.
At that instant, Nick Fury went rigid behind his desk. Cold sweat broke out all over him, and his right hand instinctively rose to feel his own gleaming, dark, egg-like bald head!
"Fuck..."
Fury sucked in a cold breath, his gaze turning intensely wary.
This was unquestionably an extremely dangerous