Marvel's Journey Begins with Psychosis

One-eyed dragon, black stewed egg, windbreaker body, damn Frankman...

There are many, many names for Nick Fury, but in essence, his most unpretentious identity is the Director of S.H.I.E.L.D. and the King of Agents!

"Madam, when you knock on the door, you usually need confirmation from the homeowner before you can open the door.

Please come in, ma'am. "

After making a joke that was not funny in a normal way, Nick Fury collected the documents on his desk without hesitation, put them into folders, and placed them on the other side of the desk. Then he raised his head and looked at the person standing next to him. In front of him was one of his most trusted subordinates: Black Widow Natasha.

"You went to see him. What did he say that made you change like this? Agent Romanov, this is not your style."

To be fair, Fury is really quite oppressive when he looks at people with one eye. Maybe because others can never completely see through him, so every time he faces him, it may be a test.

Tenured teachers carry final exam papers with them everywhere.

"Didn't you hear what he said?"

"I'm asking you now, Agent Romanoff."

"He is a bit special."

"Oh, what's so special about it. Please sit down, we still have a lot of time."

Fury folded his hands and supported his chin, pretending to be listening.

"Actually, according to what is said in the file, he teamed up with other forces to attack and massacre one of our branches. I find this suspicious."

"Well, go on, I'm listening."

Fury had no expression on his face and just tapped his fingers lightly.

………………

Over here, in a spacious and bright office, two people were discussing someone's background and motives. Over there, Roland was locked in a transparent glass room, lying on his side on the ground bored, playing with pebbles in a draft beer cup.

The local colleagues were so rude. They agreed to invite him to help investigate the problem. Why did Roland feel like he was being locked up?

"No! I seem to be really locked up!"

It's too late to regret.

I wish I had had an extra glass of beer just now.

You should also bring some peanuts or something.

If there were pork head meat...

The sound of the door opening came from behind Roland, interrupting his philosophical meditation on what was behind the steamed lamb and steamed deer tail. When he turned around, hey, the whole dark place, whose shadow became a spirit? !

"Why is there a darker color...the eyepatch? Oh! Director! Director, you are here, you are here to save me!"

With the actor on his back, Roland rolled up from the ground and looked very happily at the expressionless Director of S.H.I.E.L.D., Nick Fury, with his hands behind his back.

However, Fury didn't speak, just looked at him.

Roland didn't say anything and looked back with a smile.

Separated by a thick layer of bulletproof glass, the two people looked at each other with three eyes for a long, long time.

Until Roland's stomach growled.

"Damn, that's embarrassing."

Raising his head, Roland put down the hand that was rubbing his stomach, leaned forward and leaned against the glass on one side, and yawned carelessly: "If you want to ask a question, I'm rushing to beat up a high school student, eh? High school or college?”

"You didn't kill those people. Do you know who killed them?"

Fury and Roland seemed to be two completely opposite people. They overcame all the secrecy and ignored Roland's "performance" until they asked the most valuable questions in essence.

"I know. But I don't want to say it."

"Then I'll ask again when you want to say it. Oh, by the way, I'm going on a business trip recently. See you in half a month."

Fury turned around and left here without hesitation.

Roland smiled: "Oh, I don't accept threats~"

"SHIELD doesn't accept threats either."

Fury stood still and said coldly.

"SHIELD, what a bastard..."

Roland suddenly felt that it was quite boring. Whether he was forced to come here or was locked up, he felt it was nothing. Anyway, he had a way to leave, and he could also meet the legendary Director of SHIELD.

Now, I'm quite disappointed.

Roland's expression suddenly turned cold, and Fury noticed it. He had seen that expression on many people's faces, so he knew what it usually meant. Just when he was about to speak again, Roland spoke first.

"I'm very disappointed in SHIELD, no, in you."

Shaking his head, Roland sighed: "You clearly know that I was wronged, you clearly know that what happened in the branch and that the people who died have nothing to do with me, yet you still treat me like this."

Knocking on the glass, there was a muffled sound, and Roland looked at Nick Fury: "Do you think this thing is safe?"

Fury remained expressionless: "Were you wronged? Maybe, maybe not. At least I have no evidence to prove that you didn't do it."

"Heh, let's do this, right?"

Roland was even more disappointed.

Originally, he didn't hate SHIELD very much. After all, quite a few people in SHIELD were good, and they would do whatever it took for justice, but, but!

Roland didn't think that he could be the one who was sacrificed for the sake of justice for others.

This is not fair.

Otherwise, it doesn't matter whether it's S.H.I.E.L.D., Hydra, or that purple chin.

If you bully, you will bully, if you are sick, you will be sick, whether it is self-realization, passionate, good or evil...

If you do it, just say it. If you start a group, just do it yourself. What does the boss do on my behalf?

If you are good for me and good for more people, then I deserve it.

No.

"I disagree."

Taking a step back, Roland sighed and shook his head: "To be honest, if you invite me here today and ask me politely, I will really tell you everything.

Really, I'll tell you. "

Roland came over again, leaned against the glass, and whispered as if talking to himself: "But you guys seem to be used to being aloof, and you can't say anything nice, so you have to be mean..."

Raising his hand, Roland smiled and pointed his middle finger to Fury: "ROOM."

It was as if another semicircular cover had been pulled up from the square glass cover. It quickly "melted" into the glass and became larger again, covering the glass prison, Fury, and the entire empty large room. fill up...

The next moment, figures intertwined. Roland turned his back to Fury and appeared outside the glass. Fury stood where Roland had just stood, holding a gun in one hand and reaching out with the other to press something. .

"You want to press this? What is this, hypnosis? Gas? Poison gas?"

Roland held the wine glass and shook it. The pebbles in it kept sliding, making the sound harsh and unpleasant.

Snapped.

Roland pressed the button that Fury wanted to press, and green gas gushes out from the four corners of the glass room. Fury did not make any movement, just looked at Roland through the glass.

Just like Roland looked at him just now.

"It seems you still have some conscience and don't want to kill me."

Nodding, Roland extended his middle finger again under the gaze of Fury's rapidly shrinking pupils.

"ROOM."

The sound of pebbles sliding disappeared, and a magnetic card appeared in Roland's wine glass.

"I'm leaving first. You don't need to see me off."

Roland tapped the glass with the magnetic card: "This time, let's forget it. After all, I am kind-hearted and a well-known good person. Alas, I just can't change this problem...

But, next time.

Fury, next time you are so rude, I will make a soap bubble and cover the entire S.H.I.E.L.D.

I won’t accept threats, remember~bye~”

Waving his hand, Roland opened the door.

"Oh! It's so lively!"

Outside the door, a row of raised pistols.

"Tsk, this is really...don't blame me~"

ROOM!

I signed the contract and my status has changed, so I can vote.

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