Sentinel

Chapter 325 Attacked
"A bunch of hypocritical politicians!"

Nick Fury, who strode out of the White House, cursed in a low voice. Since the last time the World Security Council asked S.H.I.E.L.D. to open some database permissions, some idiots who were dazzled by the interests had to push forward and make other ideas.

They were like a group of hungry sideburns, surrounded by S.H.I.E.L.D., wanting to bite hard and tear off large pieces of flesh and blood whenever they got the chance.

Don't think about it at all, who will guard this world?
"Maybe I should be more low-key." Fury knows the truth that a big tree attracts the wind. Over the years, S.H.I.E.L.D. seems to have been too eye-catching.

He sat in a black Cherokee, holding a file about the sentinel in his hand. There was not much information on it, and the other party appeared like a ghost, appearing suddenly and then disappearing out of thin air.

Even if Fury himself is a top agent, he can't draw any useful clues from it. It's hard to imagine that in terms of the global monitoring of S.H.I.E.L.D., there are people who don't leave any tracking traces.

There are two possibilities for Fury's judgment. Either Sentinel himself is a powerful hacker, and he did the thing that invaded the global network; or this mysterious guy of unknown origin is not on this planet at all.

"Who are you?"

The black director was holding the steering wheel while thinking to himself, but before he could figure it out, a huge crash sounded suddenly!

On Pennsylvania Avenue in Capitol Hill, a specially reinforced off-road vehicle rushed out, slammed, and slammed into the black Cherokee that Nick Fury was riding on. The strong force directly deflated the metal door.

The black chief, with blood spilling from his nose, shook his head, and the airbag on the driver's seat popped out, partially cushioning him from the impact.

"Fracture detected...recommended anesthesia injection." The smart assistant on the car body played a voice.

Before Fury could react, there was another violent impact, the connection was repeated, and he was blocked by reinforced off-road vehicles in front, back, left, and right. At this time, he had become a turtle in the urn, and it was difficult to escape.

"Damn it! Call the DCPD for me! There's a terrorist attack on Pennsylvania Avenue!"

Nick Fury gritted his teeth and took out a white potion from the front interlayer. He needs to be sober and calm now, first of all to suppress the pain in his body.

"Sorry, the Washington, D.C. Police Department has no police force in this area and cannot respond." The smart assistant replied rigidly.

The off-road vehicle retreated, and many heavily armed soldiers came down from it. Without much hesitation, they raised their submachine guns and started firing intensively. The bullets hit the bulletproof glass, creating fine cracks.

This is a driving tool equipped with the highest level of bulletproof equipment, manufactured by that playboy Tony Stark himself, and has absolute guarantees in terms of quality and sturdiness.

"Take me out of here!"

Nick Fury ordered to the smart assistant. Although this is not as good as Iron Man's Jarvis, it is enough to deal with crisis situations.

"The propulsion system is disconnected..." Even in this critical moment, the voice still answered sternly.

"Then quickly restart!"

The black director roared, the sound of shooting echoed like rain outside, and the flames flickered violently. Even a vehicle with excellent bulletproof performance could not withstand such a blow.

Seeing that the black Cherokee did not fall apart in the fierce shooting, the leader immediately ordered his men to lift out a demolition tool that looked like a battering ram. Four metal brackets were nailed into the ground, and then the front end continued to expand and collide. The violent force almost knocked the entire car apart. Overturned.They adopted the simplest and most brutal method, and the time to block the streets was not too long, and the task must be completed as soon as possible.

"The window integrity is 19%... it is recommended to take offensive measures." The smart assistant reported the situation.

"Wait a moment!"

Another violent impact caused Nick Fury to bounce off his seat, but at this time the veteran agent was not too flustered. He had been fighting all his life, and he tried his best to keep calm even in the face of danger. , in order to find a trace of vitality from it.

"The windows are 1% complete."

"implement!"

The one-eyed black man yelled, and quickly clenched the four-barreled machine gun ejected from the mezzanine with both hands, shooting violently, clearing up the attacking team waiting outside, and finally fired a miniature missile, and the off-road vehicle carrying those people overturned. Falling to the ground, amidst the violent explosion, flames shot up into the sky.

"The propulsion system is now connected." At this time, the propulsion system of the body was restarted.

"Full speed ahead now!"

The black director couldn't help but thank Stark from the bottom of his heart—although he didn't usually have a good impression of that playboy.

The machine gun unleashed fierce firepower, and the black Cherokee smashed past the off-road vehicle blocking the road, flew straight out, and finally escaped from the encirclement.

"Start vertical takeoff."

Nick Fury said loudly that this car is not only equipped with intelligent systems, bulletproof shells, weapons and equipment, but also equipped with flying ejection tools to escape if necessary.

"Flight system damaged."

It's a pity that things didn't go as smoothly as he thought. The heavy rain of firepower damaged the flight system installed on the car.

"Then activate the navigation camera and switch to manual driving."

The black director was not discouraged, and issued a second set of instructions. As long as he escaped from Washington, DC and delayed until rescuers arrived, then he would be safe.

"Contact Agent Hill." Nick Fury wanted to inform another trusted subordinate.

"Communications shattered."

"What is undamaged?"

"The air conditioning system is currently operating normally."

While having a meaningless conversation with the smart assistant, while driving a black Cherokee through the traffic, the black chief has rushed out of the ambush site on Pennsylvania Avenue, followed by several persistent off-road vehicles. Shuttle chase.

"There is traffic control ahead." The smart assistant calculated the forward route.

"Find another route." The black Cherokee barely passed a bus, which was dangerous and exciting.

"Traffic alert on Roosevelt Island Bridge, all traffic stopped, No. 17 Avenue three blocks away."

According to the route planned by the smart assistant, Nick Fury drove a black Cherokee onto a relatively empty road with less traffic. He is a well-trained soldier, a tenth-level agent of S.H.I.E.L.D., with extremely rich combat experience and military knowledge. In front of superheroes, he can only show an unparalleled strategic mind, and his own abilities are instead underestimated. unconsciously ignored.

The director of S.H.I.E.L.D. once participated in and passed all the training of the green and black beret special forces. He is a top military expert and can quickly formulate corresponding tactical measures according to changes in the battlefield situation. To a certain extent, He can be regarded as a super soldier of the military.

"Finally can't hold back anymore? I'm going to drag you out this time!"

Nick Fury looked at the attacker who was thrown off from the rearview mirror, and said fiercely in his heart, if there was no Stark's new vehicle, then he would have fallen into the hands of the group this time.

Every time he thinks that there is an undercurrent lurking inside S.H.I.E.L.D., like a poisonous snake that chooses to eat people, always waiting for an opportunity to destroy this special organization dedicated to maintaining world security in one fell swoop, his heart is full of anxiety .

A black figure suddenly appeared on the front window of the car covered with fine cracks, wearing a black uniform and a half mask, holding a firing gun steadily, his eyes were indifferent and emotionless, like a mindless machine .

A transparent shock wave burst out, like a void force field formed by strong pulse waves, like a big net tightly wrapped around the fast-moving black Cherokee. And a bunch of Mars.

Nick Fury tried to keep his eyes open, and saw the black figure approaching, pulling the car door with a metal arm, and then his consciousness fell into darkness.

(End of this chapter)