"A bunch of hypocritical politicians!"
Nick Fury strode out of the White House, muttering a curse under his breath. Ever since the World Security Council had demanded that S.H.I.E.L.D. open access to part of its database, some idiots blinded by profit had begun pushing their luck and setting their sights on other things.
They were like a pack of hungry hyenas circling S.H.I.E.L.D., always ready to sink their teeth in and tear off a large chunk of flesh whenever the chance arose.
Without giving any thought to who exactly was protecting this world?
"Perhaps I should keep a lower profile." Fury understood that a tall tree caught the wind. Over the years, S.H.I.E.L.D. did seem to have drawn too much attention.
He got into a black Cherokee, clutching a file on the Sentry. There was not much information in it; the other party had appeared like a ghost, only to vanish into thin air.
Even Fury, a top-tier agent himself, could not draw any useful leads from it. It was hard to imagine that, under S.H.I.E.L.D.'s global surveillance, someone could leave behind no trace to follow.
Fury saw two possibilities: either the Sentry was a powerful hacker, and he had been responsible for infiltrating the global network; or this mysterious figure of unknown origin was not on this planet at all.
"Who exactly are you?"
The Black director gripped the steering wheel as he thought to himself. Before he could sort through the clues, a tremendous crash suddenly rang out!
On Pennsylvania Avenue near Capitol Hill, a specially reinforced SUV barreled out from the side. With a bang, it slammed hard into Nick Fury's black Cherokee, the sheer force crushing the metal door inward.
Blood seeped from the Black director's nose as he shook his head. The driver's airbag had