"What do you want?" Nick Fury asked. "Isn't SHIELD's legacy enough to fill your belly?"
"I have ordered all my forces to be on standby, but it is far from enough." Salomon ignored the sarcasm of the former S.H.I.E.L.D. director. Even if he bumped into the person involved, he didn't think there was anything good about plundering a large amount of S.H.I.E.L.D. heritage. Ashamed. Rather than being used by the secular government as bargaining chips and research materials for the next round of arms race, and as a stepping stone for the internal consumption of human resources, he can at least use those strategic resources for the security of all mankind. I want you to use your hidden powers, Nick Fury. "He said, "I want you to play some trump cards. I don't believe you haven't hidden some trump cards, otherwise you wouldn't get off that secret space station alone. "
"What did you see again? I am a poor and blind homeless person now. Do you still think that I have the same hands and eyes as before?" Nick Fury stared at the mystic with one eye. "I have retired. Salomon. I can’t even pay for my next lunch.”
"My missiles have been aimed at the orbital space station you established, Nick Fury." Salomon waved his hand uninterested in Nick Fury's concealment, "Great ambition, trying to let the earth go to Earth in this way. Interfering in cosmic affairs. But I can only tell you that this is the stupidest idea in the world. Your approach will only accelerate the destruction of mankind, but this is not what we are going to discuss today. Don't try to hide the secret from me, I still know that The orbital space station doesn't have much of an orbital defense system. Now it's time for you to trade the lives of your most loyal Skrulls for human lives. I think it's a good deal. How can those green-skinned bugs compare to humans? , isn’t it?”
Nick Fury has no doubt about Salomon's military power now, and he knows exactly how much benefit Salomon took from the Hydra rebellion. What's more, he believes that people like Salomon will not only have those powers, he must be secretly developing his own power. Although he didn't know whether the missile Salomon mentioned was true or false, even if there was only one RPG-7, paired with the portal, it would be an extremely powerful strategic weapon.
"You still haven't answered my question, Salomon. What exactly did you see in your prophecy, and what problems will Ultron cause?" Nick Fury pointed to his one eye, suppressing the uneasiness of the secret being exposed. He only felt this way after meeting Salomon. Before meeting the person in front of him, no one had ever been able to reveal his secret.
Magic, damn magic again!
"I stand with the Avengers on the issue of Ultron."
"Is that all?" Nick Fury narrowed his eyes. Even Salomon needs to help the Avengers, which means that the disaster caused by this incident will not be less than the Battle of New York, and will most likely lead to the destruction of human civilization. He recalled the missions that he knew Salomon actively participated in, the invasion of evil gods from outer dimensions, the invasion of demons, the invasion of alien fleets... He sighed and crossed his arms.
"Yes, that's all."
A stranger in a black cloak walks through the war-torn city of Sokovia.
The stranger has no name, only a numerical number, because he has not yet earned his own. He walked through the winding and broken stone roads, wandering among the shadows between makeshift tents and incandescent lamps, carefully avoiding the tangled wires, scrapped tires and cars that never had annual inspections. Stay away from anyone you might talk to. Even though several years have passed since the last time this place was ravaged by war, the city still has not recovered from the wounds of destruction. Disability and poverty still entangle everyone here. The vicious smell of gunpowder smoke in the air never seems to dissipate. The old buildings built half a century ago were never repaired after being destroyed by modern artillery. It seems that this place has never been far away from war.
But even so, he couldn't help but marvel at the tenacity of the human race.
Even though the paleness caused by malnutrition lingered on the faces of these people, and they wore clothes that had become fluffy due to repeated washing and may have had an unknown number of owners, after the disaster passed, they still gathered together to share the little warmth left. His course in facial analysis had taught him that these people were simply having fun, as the pile of broken wine bottles he had just jumped over showed. But he felt a sense of sadness, because he saw corruption here, and all the beauty of humanity was just flowers frozen in the cold wind. The boy had checked the United Nations' aid plan for Sokovia, and all aid was handed over to the local government. If the food had really reached the hands of the local people, then he would not see so many emaciated children on the streets.
The boy knew why.
The previous government was a new government established by the opposition after a rebellion many years ago. It was an administration established with the help of the United States after a meaningless democratic election. If it weren't for this reason, Baron Strucker would not have been welcomed locally. Compared to the comprador class controlled by the Americans, Hydra seemed so benevolent, let alone the local governments wandering around the mountains for the purpose of suppression. The secret police established by the guerrillas led to a reign of terror.
After overthrowing the weak local government, Baron Strucker provided local employment and supported a large number of people who would not have been able to survive. It is meaningless to talk about any morality or position in the face of hungry people. A person with sufficient food and clothing knows honor and disgrace. This is what he can think of. It is also the knowledge that the monarch told him. He must come from the ancient knowledge of different civilizations and be taught by the monarch himself - he knows that in the eyes of the locals, , shouting that the Avengers who liberated Sokovia and eliminated the only Baron Strucker who could feed them were the real evil, and survival was the only justice.
"It is also the only justice in the human world in the future." He said softly, but what he saw in front of him did not make him make unnecessary expressions. His mind has been adjusted by both secret techniques and chemistry, and endless hypnosis is constantly hammering his soul, allowing him to calmly face any horrific scene that can make one's legs weak, including that extremely dark future.
He repeatedly jumped on the walls of narrow alleys between buildings, climbing up to low roofs that were almost connected with the grinding sound of lightweight exoskeleton joints. It's hard to imagine that this is the power a nine-year-old boy carrying several kilograms of gear under his cloak should possess. Through the mysterious genetic alchemy known to only a few people, this boy has a height and muscle that far exceeds that of his peers. The second heart and muscles that grew while sleeping in the training chamber supported him and made it difficult for an adult man to do so. His brain and nervous system have also been modified to achieve the movements he did. The implanted glands allow him to fight for a long time without getting tired. The training he has undergone allows him to survive freely in the wild and in the city. All of his transformation operations will be completed within the next few years, and his master will use the secret of time to speed up this process, otherwise all transformation operations will take decades.
If he failed in the surgical adaptation program, no one would remember him.
He planned to find an empty house to live in today, and then check the equipment one last time before the battle came.
It's not difficult, the smell of death is everywhere.
