Chapter 537: You Knock on the Door Before Going Through the Window. You Are Quite Polite.

Time goes back to one day ago, the night Nick Fury was sniped to death——

"What's going on? Why didn't anyone notify me about such a big thing?"

Sitting in the passenger seat of the off-road vehicle, Colson frowned and stared at Leni, who was sitting in the driver's seat and had stepped on the accelerator.

"I just got the news. Sharon informed me that this incident happened suddenly, and the bureau is still in the confidentiality stage for the time being."

Skillfully controlling the steering wheel, the off-road vehicle quickly passed through the not-so-dense traffic. Leni said without looking back:

"Sharon said that Fury's current situation is very bad. Even using alchemical potions will not help. He may not survive tonight..."

Coulson's face became solemn when he heard this, but he couldn't believe it in his heart.

He had also heard about Operation Lemuria Star the night before, and also knew that his friend Sitwell was also on the ship at that time.

Although I had doubts about why the guy would go to that ship specifically, Nick Fury was attacked by a sniper right after the hijacking incident. It was really hard not to connect the two things together.

"Who in the bureau knows about this now?"

"Some level 7 agents and level 8 agents, as well as the rapid response force, other than those on duty in the bureau, are not aware of this matter yet."

Since the only witnesses at the scene at the time of the incident were Steve Rogers and Sharon Carter, and the situation where Director Nick Fury was attacked and in danger was very serious.

Therefore, after receiving Sharon's report, Leni immediately issued an order to temporarily block the news.

But after all, paper can't cover up the fire. I believe that before dawn today, everyone in the entire bureau will discuss this matter.

"Why would Nick go to Rogers at this time?"

"I don't know, maybe it's because of the Lemuria Star, or..."

There was a trace of hesitation in Leni's eyes, and she hesitated to speak.

"Or what?"

Colson keenly noticed the change in Leni's expression and immediately asked in a deep voice.

After hearing this, Leni turned her head to meet the former's gaze. The two stared at each other for a long time before Leni returned her gaze to the road ahead.

"Nick Fury should have told you about the Bureau, right?"

"What do you mean?"

Colson's heart sank. He could tell that Leni might have guessed, no, she should have predicted something, otherwise she would never have said this.

"situation."

Leni slowly uttered two words, the expression on her face was very intriguing.

Colson secretly said that it was true, but did not respond, quietly waiting for Leni's next words.

"You know my situation well. Before that, I had always been supported by that old man, but since the old lady passed away, that old immortal John Garrett is now trying to resist me everywhere, so that I have to separate now. Use your energy to deal with Europe.”

When it comes to John Garrett, Coulson knows that this is also a strong candidate for that position in the game, especially the opponent's prestige accumulated over the years in Europe, which can be said to be no less than in his twilight years. Old Man Carter.

When the old man Carter was still alive, John Garrett didn't dare to make mistakes easily, but now that he has no pressure, the guy immediately began to listen to the instructions and not listen to the announcement.

For a time, the European side was divided into two factions. One group was represented by the younger generation of agents who were willing to follow Leni, and the other group was the fans that John Garrett had managed for many years, and they were submissive to Leni and others. .

Although those guys didn't dare to make mistakes in some major matters, they repeatedly refused to do it in some less important small events and tasks.

Moreover, they often assign these tasks to young agents in various ways on the pretext of "training newcomers and improving their experience."

"John Garrett..."

Colson muttered something, not knowing what he was thinking.

Leni glanced at him, then continued:

"Forget it, the most important thing is the headquarters..."

With that said, Leni reached out and took out a piece of paper from the void and handed it to Colson.

Colson was a little confused when he saw this, but seeing that Leni didn't intend to say anything more, he reached out and took the note and took a look.

However, there was no words written on the note, but a rather meaningful pattern.

It was an eagle flying high. Judging from the pattern, it should be the bald eagle, known as the national bird of the United States. It has sharp claws and a sharp beak, and looks very majestic.

However, the strange thing is that the bald eagle's talons are clamping a ferocious poisonous snake. Although the snake's body is tightly clamped by the eagle's sharp claws, it still spares no effort to wrap around the body of the eagle.

And the venomous snake's head has already wrapped around the back of the eagle's neck, opening its bloody mouth to reveal a pair of deadly fangs, as if it is ready to bite the eagle hard at any time.

Coulson was confused when he saw this, and was about to ask what Leni meant, but the car had stopped at this moment, and they had arrived at the emergency center...

His thoughts gradually broke away from the past memories, and Colson's expression became more solemn.

When the two parted the day before, Leni had vaguely reminded herself not to get involved in the affairs of the bureau. Although she was confused at the time, she did not refuse.

However, looking back now, Leni at that time might have anticipated the trouble she would have today.

"Continue to pay attention. I will notify you as soon as possible if there are any tasks."

After warning Fitz and the others, Coulson's eyes lingered on Skye's face for a moment, and then he exited the command room again.

Now, according to Leni's words, he has led the investigation team as quickly as possible away from the center of the whirlpool of the storm.

And all he needs to do next is to wait for a phone call to come.

…

The next morning, Sam Wilson returned home from his morning jog around the Washington Monument Square as usual. However, just as he was washing up and preparing breakfast for himself, there were several knocks outside the floor-to-ceiling window of his living room. The sound of glass.

Dong dong dong~

Sam couldn't help but frowned, why would he come to him at this time, and he didn't go through the main entrance.

Call him polite, but he didn't open the door. Call him impolite, because he knocked on the door. This is really...

After hesitating for a moment, Sam quickly walked to the bedroom and took out his pistol from the bedside table.

He quickly checked the magazine to make sure it was loaded with bullets.

Dong dong dong~

At this moment, the person outside the door knocked on the window a few more times. The rhythm of the knocking did not change, and he did not seem to be in a hurry.

Sam turned his head and looked at the living room, then very carefully put the pistol safety on the back of his waist, and then walked quietly to the floor-to-ceiling window.

As a retired soldier, his instinct forced Sam to react more sensitively when encountering such unusual situations, but he was not so nervous as to draw a gun and shoot.

Sam alertly stretched out his hand to slightly open a leaf of the blinds, and looked out the window through the gap.

However, unexpectedly, the people standing outside at this moment turned out to be Captain America Steve Rogers, whom they had just met the day before, and the red-haired beauty driving the Corvette sports car!

But what made Sam feel a little strange was that the two people looked shabby at the moment, as if they had just escaped from a war zone. They were all dirty from top to bottom. Where could they still look like the handsome men and beautiful women they had yesterday?

The blinds were pulled up with a clatter, and Sam pushed open the floor-to-ceiling window and looked at the two of them with a strange expression and asked:

"You two have fallen into a trap. How did you end up like this?"

Steve glanced at Sam's right hand which he had inadvertently withdrawn from his lower back, secretly suppressed the suspicion in his heart, and replied without any trace:

"That's right. I was almost buried under the rubble... Can I borrow your bathroom? We are in some trouble now."

Sam was confused when he heard this, but he didn't refuse and simply made room for the two of them to come in.

As soon as she entered the house, Natasha, who was extremely vigilant, immediately took out the tactical terminal and scanned the living room again to make sure there was no monitoring equipment. Then she felt relieved and turned to Steve and nodded to indicate safety.

Although Sam at the window was a little confused when he saw this, he also realized that something was wrong, so he was not dissatisfied. Instead, he closed the window and closed the blinds in cooperation.

"What happened?"

Sam walked to the TV cabinet in the living room, took off the pistol from his waist, and then skillfully separated the bullets and put them into the drawer of the TV cabinet.

Seeing this scene, the two Steves relaxed their vigilance slightly.

"We are in big trouble and have to find a place to hide..."

"Everyone we knew wanted to kill us."

Natasha interrupted bluntly, then held up the tactical terminal and scanned Sam's room one by one.

Sam couldn't help but frown when he heard this.

"Everyone? How could that happen? You are not an Avenger..."

"I don't know, or we don't know for sure right now."

Steve interrupted Sam's question and shook his head.

"The matter is very complicated, and I am not sure now who can be trusted and who cannot be trusted."

"Including me?"

Sam pointed to himself.

Steve met Sam's gaze.

"I guess so……"

As soon as these words came out, Sam also realized the seriousness of the matter.

To the point where Captain America begins to doubt the identity of the people around him. I'm afraid the complexity of this matter is by no means what Steve said.

…

At the same time, S.H.I.E.L.D.—

"I have invited those members of the Security Council, and they will come over tomorrow morning to discuss matters regarding Nick Fury and your authority."

In the Security Council Director's Office, Pierce turned his back to Leni, standing by the large floor-to-ceiling window overlooking the entire Washington, DC.

Leni, on the other hand, was still leaning on the sofa with her old spirit, playing with the mobile phone in her hand with great interest.

"You think they would agree?"

"That's not important. They'll agree."

Pierce turned around, holding in his hand a special identity tag specially customized by SHIELD's scientific research department.

"Oh? Are you going to force them to submit?"

Leni narrowed her eyes and looked at the identity tag with interest for a moment, then chuckled.

"Of course I don't want to do that, but..."

Pierce said half of what he said and left the other half unsaid.

But Leni understands what this old fox means. If those directors vote in favor according to Pierce's wishes, everyone will be happy.

But if someone dares to sing the opposite, then Pierce will probably play a trick of killing the chicken to show the monkey.

Clicking her tongue, Leni shook her head helplessly, but didn't say anything.

It's not that she can't understand the intrigues, but she just doesn't know which director will be unlucky when the time comes.

…

"The first question before us now is, is Leni a Hydra?"

After washing and resting, the three people who had eaten the breakfast prepared by Sam reunited in the living room and began to seriously discuss their current situation.

"Wait! Is Hydra the same Hydra I know?"

Almost thinking that he heard wrongly, Sam looked back and forth between the two people sitting opposite him with a serious face.

The amount of information was so overwhelming that his brain couldn't process it for a while.

He has naturally heard of the word Hydra. After all, there is a hero who defeated Hydra sitting next to him.

But shouldn’t this evil existence have ended long ago with the end of World War II?

"It's the Hydra you were thinking of. They've resurrected and have been hiding in SHIELD."

Natasha sighed and nodded reluctantly in affirmation.

Sam took a breath when he heard this, and then he held his forehead and smiled bitterly.

"I suddenly regret letting you in. Is it too late to withdraw now?"

After making a joke, Sam continued without waiting for Steve to respond:

"You just mentioned Leni, Leni Stark? How could she be related to Hydra?"

Upon seeing this, Steve took a deep look at Sam and pondered for a moment before explaining:

"We obtained a recording that proves there is some connection between Leni and Hydra."

"Only one recording?"

Sam frowned.

"Is it possible that it's a misunderstanding? Or is it a fake recording deliberately fabricated by the enemy to alienate you? Do you have the recording files?"

"That's the problem. We didn't get the recording file, we just heard the content of the recording, so we can only temporarily assume that Leni is Hydra."

Steve shook his head. Out of his trust in Leni, Steve didn't want to believe that Leni was the mole.

But if combined with Nick Fury's reminder before his death and Dr. Zola's recording, no matter how much Steve doesn't want to believe it, this may be the truth.

"Then I think you should really prepare for the worst."

Sam said in a deep voice, and Steve and Steve nodded silently to show their understanding.

"...So, let's talk about what we can determine now. Who in the agency currently has the authority to launch ballistic missile attacks in the country?"

Hearing this, Steve raised his eyebrows and said in a deep voice the name he had long suspected:

"Alexander Pierce."

puff!

Hearing this name, Sam, who was drinking water, almost missed a sip of water.

"Ahem! Sorry, who did you just say? Pierce? Member of the Security Council?"

However, Steve's response was still a nod, and Sam became even more speechless upon seeing this.

"In other words, our current enemy is most likely the entire Security Council?"

"Yeah, plus the whole S.H.I.E.L.D. and..."

"the Avengers."

Sam gritted his teeth when he heard this. Even though he was mentally prepared, he was still shocked when he heard these familiar terms.

"This is really bad news..."

Sam sighed and put down the water glass in his hand.

"It's not that I'm timid, but how can we deal with those people with just the three of us? Iron Man and Hulk can..."

"We don't have to give them any trouble."

Natasha interrupted Sam, then turned to look at Steve.

"We seem to have completely ignored the existence of one person."

"who?"

"Think of the Lemurian Star the night before yesterday."

A meaningful smile appeared on Natasha's face.

Upon seeing this, Steve immediately realized who the former was referring to.

"Sitwell!"

"Bingo! Everything happened on that ship, but the people on the ship have been living in peace at this moment. It's hard not to make people suspicious..."

Natasha leaned on the sofa, crossed her arms and stared at Steve, who was lost in thought.

"We can go to him and ask, but the question is how on earth can two wanted men 'invite' a senior SHIELD official for a drink in broad daylight in Washington, D.C.?"

As soon as these words came out, Sam's eyes lit up.

"I have a way..."

"What can I do?"

Sam stood up and took out a file from the bookcase nearby, and placed it on the coffee table in front of the two of them.

"I'll go."

Orange has modified some of the bugs in the previous article where Pierce ordered the launch of ballistic missiles, but it does not affect the following content.