Many years later, when Nick-Fury is alone, he will always think of this afternoon.
His first meeting with the legendary Superman, S.H.I.E.L.D., the first Director.
Although the specific content of the conversation has long been forgotten.
But Fury still remembers how nervous he felt at that time. He was even more excited than when World War II, a veteran, received an interview with the president.
If we say, Captain America is the most idol worthy of worship in the minds of all children in the 1960s.
That Superman is probably the hero in the eyes of all veterans - although most people only see the surface.
"Sir, hello... No, should I call you General, or Your Excellency Lieutenant General?"
In the summer of 1946, Nick-Fury walked into S.H.I.E.L.D. Building while practicing how to greet him later.
He is now the leader of the CIA's field agent team, responsible for collecting relevant intelligence on foreign governments and destroying spies lurking in the country.
"Hello, I have an appointment with Luke-Lieutenant General Cahill."
Fury was a little uncomfortable with this high-end suit. He scratched his neck and said to the young and beautiful front desk lady.
Out of professional habit, he looked around with hidden eyes.
Compared to the CIA headquarters located at Washington D.C., near the Lincoln Monument, there are only a few offices.
S.H.I.E.L.D. I don't know how good it is. It's a huge office building, neatly dressed in uniforms, and even the front desk lady is much prettier than my own.
"No wonder those guys are thinking of jumping here."
Fury thought silently.
He heard that S.H.I.E.L.D.'s casualty pension was more than three times that of the CIA.
Everyone likes better treatment conditions and a more comfortable working environment.
Even agents and agents from the FBI (FBI) or CIA (CIA) are no exception.
Many people think that the salary level of agents in the intelligence department should be very high.
Not really.
"I wonder if S.H.I.E.L.D.'s agent's income is three times that of the CIA."
Fury Such thoughts flashed through his head.
For example, FBI's positions are divided into nineteen levels, with D4 being the highest level and A1 being the lowest.
Generally speaking, the total salary of D4 is about US$120,000 to US$130,000 per year.
A1, who has just joined the job, has an average annual salary of only 40,000, which is similar to that of a rookie police officer in the New York police station.
Excluding necessary subsidies and overtime pay, and deducting 26% of federal, state and local taxes, the actual amount you can get may be even less.
The situation is the same for the CIA, even for agents who are active overseas and on the front lines all year round.
In addition to the allocated operating funds, the real annual salary income is only 70,000 to 80,000 US dollars, which is not as good as that of Wall Street's Vampires.
As low-level agents, the most generous sum of money they can receive in their lives is probably the pension after they die in the line of duty.
Not every agent is like James Bond, who wears hand-tailored high-end suits, has a graceful demeanor, enjoys cars and wine, and leads an enviable global travel life.
It is more of a romantic imagination that has been processed, beautified and presented.
"Mr. Nick-Fury, this is your access card. Please take the elevator and go up to..."
The front desk checked the information and handed an electronic access card to Fury after confirming it was correct.
"Director is in a meeting, you may have to wait for a few minutes."
Fury nodded, took the access card, turned and walked towards the elevator.
He didn't know why Superman Lieutenant General wanted to see him, but he suddenly received a notice that the meeting was scheduled for this afternoon.
At first, when Fury got the letter from his mailbox, he thought he had encountered the latest fraud method.
He had read in the newspaper that some professional scammers would send many people letters such as "Congratulations on winning the first prize" and "A rich woman spends a lot of money to have a child."
Taking advantage of people's nature of wanting to make a fortune and take advantage, if they want to exchange for prizes or be chosen by a rich woman, they must first send money.
The reasons are so bizarre that one can almost tell at a glance that it might be a scam.
You can cast your net widely and you can always catch a few fish.
Many people were deceived and reported the matter to the police angrily.
Especially those guys who were looking forward to spending a night with a rich woman were hurt twice when they learned that the so-called "rich woman" was actually a foot-picking man.
Therefore, Nick-Fury, who was very vigilant, originally wanted to report back and assist Virginia's police station in destroying the fraud gang.
However, after opening the letter, he saw that it was stamped with a red stamp of S.H.I.E.L.D., and the address and contact information were also written on it.
With a cautious and dubious attitude, Fury made a phone call and got a definite answer from the secretary.
That Superman Lieutenant General wants to see him.
It's true!
Fury was confused at the time.
Why did I, a nobody, get into the sight of that Lieutenant General, the fighting hero?
"Is it because of SSS Project?"
Fury walked into the elevator and felt puzzled.
He was one of hundreds of soldiers recruited for the military's anti-aging drug test.
The purpose is very pure, to make some extra money.
Generally speaking, as long as the risks are not very high, some retired veterans or new recruits are happy to try the military experiments that require volunteers to participate.
Who wouldn't love how easy it is to earn a nice bonus?
Of course, if you are unlucky and encounter a cheating commander, you may have to become a free guinea pig.
Corruption and graft are a fact that exists everywhere.
"As the leader of S.H.I.E.L.D., how could a dignified Lieutenant General spend so much time interviewing the soldiers participating in the experiment one by one..."
Fury shook his head and rejected this guess.
He walked out of the elevator with an anxious mood, walked through the curved corridor with two entrances, and entered the Director office under the guidance of the female secretary.
"Wait a moment."
The female secretary has a sweet smile on her face.
"Okay."
Nick-Fury sat upright, watching that graceful back disappearing from the door.
The secretaries who surround important people are always very beautiful.
The bored Fury thought so.
After a few minutes.
The office door was pushed open.
Hearty laughter entered the room faster than the figure.
"Hello, Fury—Sergeant."
Seeing the legendary Superman, Nick-Fury quickly stood up.
His first reaction was that he was too young.
Although there are often photos of Superman in newspaper headlines, the feeling is undoubtedly stronger when you see him in person.
"Army 5th Cavalry Regiment, 1st Battalion, Sergeant Nicholas Joseph-Fury, reporting to sir."
Hearing that Luke was addressed by military rank instead of CIA agent, Fury subconsciously saluted with a military salute.
The loud voice echoed in the office.
"Sit down and don't be too formal."
Luke smiled. It was quite interesting to see the future Nick Fury Director now looking like a fledgling rookie.
"Fury Sergeant, I have read your information."
"You served very well during World War II. You are currently leading a field team of the CIA Intelligence Division."
"Not long ago, we just captured several spies. Even General Vandenberg has heard of your name."
Hoyt-Vandenberg, Air Force Lieutenant General, serving CIA Director.
Speaking of which, S.H.I.E.L.D. doesn't have much dealing with the FBI, and the latter's Director Hoover was repeatedly humiliated by Luke in public.
But the relationship with the CIA is actually good, and can barely be called a friendly alliance that helps each other.
"Lieutenant General Cahill is a prize."
The young Fury grinned, showing his white teeth.
He acted modestly, but could not conceal his inner excitement.
This is a compliment from Superman!
"Sergeant Fury, have you ever considered coming to S.H.I.E.L.D.?"
Luke leaned forward and tapped his fingers on the table.
"I welcome... talents like you here."
Fury had an obvious look of shock on his dark face.
Recruit... me?
"I'm from the CIA..."
Fury, who is still a young Nick Fury, scratched his head and hesitated.
"It doesn't matter. General Vandenberg doesn't mind if you come to S.H.I.E.L.D. for development. He also plans to give you a farewell party."
Luke stopped tapping his fingers and said softly, "I usually have weekends off here. Extra overtime is calculated by the hour. The pension is three times higher than that of the CIA. It also comes with disability insurance. After working for five years, you can get a single apartment in New York."
"By the way, if you go to Las Vegas for a cool vacation and say that you are a staff member of S.H.I.E.L.D., you can also enjoy luxurious suites when staying in the hotel, enter the casino to play, and use the private boxes of VIP customers."
"Director Cahill, when can I go through the onboarding procedures?"
Fury After listening, he nodded directly in agreement.
He originally wanted to show his nostalgia for the CIA, but S.H.I.E.L.D. really gave him too much, leaving no room for consideration.
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