Shadow of the Beautiful World

There are already traces of witch hunt agents in Raccoon City.

In the mansion on the outskirts of Washington, Pierce, leaning on a cane, was sitting on the sofa in the spacious living room. Before his eyes, the magic projection of Lady Hydra was flickering.

It's like a state-of-the-art hologram, but with magic.

Lady Hydra's face is still kind, and the body Pierce used to resurrect her back then gave her a good disguise.

When she smiled, she was like a gentle old lady.

She said to the stern-looking Pierce:

The demon hunters under Merlin's command are well hidden. If we hadn't made arrangements in Raccoon City in advance, I'm afraid they would have been caught off guard.

But I don't think Umbrella's research base in the mountains can be hidden for too long.

Those hounds have a very keen sense of smell, maybe we will be exposed in the next moment.

Madame said to Pierce in a tone of urgency:

No matter what you plan to do with Nick Fury, no matter what you plan to do, this matter cannot be dragged on any longer. This investigation must be suspended!

Otherwise we can only be prepared to die.

I just...

Pierce's fingers clasped the cane tightly, a trace of struggle flashed across his old face, and the tangle of beating in those still bright eyes couldn't be concealed.

The cruel reality is forcing him to make a difficult decision.

Between ideals and friendship, he must make a choice.

Lady Hydra also seemed to feel Pierce's entanglement, and she didn't force him anymore.

She maintained the magic projection so quietly, waiting for the leader in front of her to make the final decision.

She believed that Pierce would not let her down.

The atmosphere in the hall of the mansion became quite stagnant at this moment, and the heavy pressure seemed to be substantive, making Pierce's straight waist seem to be bent down.

Oh well.

Pierce took a deep breath, leaning on his cane, and whispered:

Has the Winter Soldier's vaccination been completed?

Already done.

A gleam flashed in Lady Hydra's eyes, and she said:

Poor Whitehall has long since died at the hands of Merlin, but his legacy is still helping us.

A.i.m's researchers created a new type of virus from the information he left behind, and they called it the 'extreme' virus.

We fused that virus with the t-serum and got a more powerful serum...I call it 'Veronica', and the Winter Soldier marked as disabled is the first of the Veronica virus A qualified one.

The master of black magic looked like a fanatic researcher at this time, and she said to Pierce:

The Winter Soldier has been reborn, from a weak creature to an ultimate warrior armed with modern biological science and mystical magic.

Of course, he still retains his iconic metal arm, but that arm, reshaped with Cybertronian lore, will also be his killer weapon.

He'll surprise you...

Um.

Pierce nodded, he didn't care about the lot that Mrs. Hydra said eloquently, he didn't care.

He stood up, and with Lady Hydra watching, he walked to the balcony.

It was dark at this time, and when he looked up, the sky tonight was exceptionally clear, allowing Pierce to see the bright galaxy as he remembered from his childhood.

He stood there looking at the eternal stars, and after a few minutes he said:

Then act.

Let him create an 'accident', just like Howard Stark did back then.

OK.

The magical illusion of Lady Hydra became dim at this moment, and just as it was about to dissipate, Pierce whispered again:

Don't torture him...

Um?

Madam was taken aback for a moment, and then Pierce said again:

Give Fury a decent death and don't make him suffer too much...

hehe.

Mrs. Larson let out a meaningful laugh, and her magic projection turned into dots of light and dissipated in Pierce's living room.

At the moment when the phantom died, Pierce, who was standing on the balcony, sighed, his body becoming more and more stooped.

At this moment, it was like changing from a cold leader to a real lonely old man.

An old man who is entangled in the breath of death and is about to die of old age.

His steps faltered a little.

It is a very, very difficult and painful decision to personally order the killing of an old friend for many years.

Even for an incorrigible idealist, the decision seemed too grim.

sorry...

In this night, Pierce grasped the railing, he looked into the deep, silent darkness in front of him, he clenched his fists, his eyes were closed tightly, and unfeigned tears flowed down his old cheeks.

He was like a weak man who was powerless to save his friend, he could only watch all this happen and end.

He said softly:

sorry.

Great causes require victims...you just go first, Fury...I'll come after...

But no one responded to him. The ancient galaxy suspended in the night and the sky just watched this scene quietly. They have witnessed countless tragedies in this world.

They still kept quiet, like indifferent gods, watching the world, they didn't care about what happened tonight.

They have no interest in it.

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I don't understand what is so important that I have to go to Washington at this time.

In the latter part of the night, a car sped down the road to Washington.

On the way out of the city, Nick Nicholas Fury, Director of S.H.I.E.L.D., said to the projection suspended above the driving platform while driving:

Before, Merlin always liked to disturb me at this terrible time. Now he has finally changed this bad habit, but you are here again.

Fury complained:

You guys just don't want me to get a good night's sleep, do you? I'm turning 60, man.

Stop complaining.

The background of Pierce's projection seems to be in the office.

While writing something on the desk, he said without raising his head:

I'm older than you, okay? Fury, I was woken up too. You know, at my age, once you wake up in the night, it's hard to fall back asleep.

So what's the matter?

Fury asked:

Can it startle you directly?

It's the things you've been investigating recently.

Pierce said:

About that umbrella company, someone anonymously sent me an email with a lot of information in it. You will definitely be interested, Fury.

But without guaranteeing communication security, I can only let the most trusted person come to me on this damn night...

You can't let me see you directly, can you?

Besides, there is also the matter I told you last time. Regarding the matter of allowing you to enter the World Security Council, things have changed. In short...you have to come here yourself.

Umbrella Corporation?

Fury's one eye narrowed, and he turned the steering wheel, turning his car onto the freeway, and said to Pierce:

Okay, I'll be there soon.

After speaking, he slammed on the accelerator, and the modified chief's car immediately made a low roar like a sports car, and its speed suddenly accelerated.

Don't make phone calls while driving, accidents are easy to happen.

Pierce reminded:

Drive carefully, Fury, pay attention to safety, I'll wait for you here.

After finishing speaking, the old man who seemed very chatty tonight hung up the communication. Fury shrugged. The Pierce in his memory would not speak like this.

But he is old after all, and people will always change when they get old, which is normal.

And Fury has been paying attention to Pierce's physical condition. Although Pierce's physical condition is very good for an old man in his 70s, it is still not optimistic.

Pierce already seems to be thinking about retirement.

At the end of an extremely perfect career, he is still doing his best to defend the order of the world, and is still trying to make the final preparations for the future of Fury and Merlin.

Just like how Ms. Carter arranged for her successor before she stepped down as director.

Now Pierce has also begun to prepare for this.

Maybe he should be advised to use sss serum.

Fury was thinking while driving:

Although there are some sequelae, at least it can keep him away from the disease, and he can be safe... Uh, is there someone in front?

After Fury turned a bend, in the darkness ahead of his car, a figure in a trench coat appeared.

Years of spy career made Fury feel that something was wrong for the first time, and he stepped on the brakes.

But with a strange jolt, the night around Fury became quieter at this moment.

The chief drew out the pistol on his waist and looked around. The highway was a little quiet at this moment and it was not normal.

It was as if he had driven into an area surrounded by silence, not even a car around.

Seeing the figure in front of him walking towards him, Fury shouted to his car:

Enable Airplane Mode! Contact Merlin...

wow

Under the director's order, the black official car quickly changed its shape, and it lifted off the ground under the action of the miniature gravity generator loaded inside.

The four wheels of the official car were retracted into the car body, and the two exhaust pipes also ejected blue light arcs.

Fury turned the steering wheel, and the car nimbly crossed a track in the air, and rushed back in the direction he came from.

But on the screen on the bridge, the contact with Merlin was always busy.

Apparently, something has interfered with the communicator on this car...

Behind the flying car, the figure in the windbreaker crouched steadily, as if a spring was charging.

In the next second, the solid ground under his feet shattered with the sound of explosions. In the big crater left by shelling, the guy jumped up and smashed towards the fleeing car like a flying bird. past.

boom

The flying car was hit hard at this moment, and the guy landed on the hood in front of Fury's car, his feet were like heavy hammers, and the hood turned outward.

Under Fury's gaze, the guy with the weird mask stretched out his left arm.

The arm twisted into a terrifying claw with black horn in the next moment, and a red, magma-like light was wrapped around the claw.

Hot, extremely hot.

boom

The ferocious claws pierced Fury's car in the next moment, melting the engine and all the surrounding instruments in the flames.

The car lost control immediately, billowing black smoke, rolling and falling from a low altitude.

Oh Shet! Mazefakr!

Sitting in the driver's seat, the head of the corned egg cursed.

He threw away the small-caliber pistol in his hand, then grabbed the box at hand, and kicked the car door.

During the dizzying fall, he quickly jumped towards the ground.

Fury rolled on the ground for two weeks before standing up.

Behind him, the black-smoky car smashed to the ground. The horrible explosion and flames lit up the eerie night, and the violent shock wave knocked Fury to the ground again.

He coughed, rubbed his chest and got up, clasped his hands on the suitcase, and in the beating of the suitcase's exterior, a black, huge pulse gun appeared in his hand.

Despite not being on the job all year round, Fury has everything that should be in the car.

And as an agent, self-protection must be considered in everything.

Fury is holding a heavy black pulse rifle with both hands. There are 4 charging energy rings on the front of this thing. This thing is an invention of Winston. At the highest level of firing, it can easily kill a Tyrannosaurus rex in one shot .

Well, these are the exact words of the orangutan.

boom

Another explosion sounded, and the burning car was blown to pieces.

In the beating flames that covered the road, in front of Fury's eyes, the tall and thin figure dragged a burning windbreaker and walked out of the flames.

His left arm still maintained the alienated ferocious claws, he stretched out his right arm, tore off the tattered windbreaker on his body, and threw it on the ground.

At this moment, Fury saw the guy's right arm, which was silver-white, like a metal arm.

And on that arm, there is a red five-pointed star.

After the advent of omnipotent prosthetic technology, there are many more guys with metal arms in the world.

But the arm in front of him made Fury immediately think of a guy who died more than ten years ago...

A ghost that had been buried a long time ago was resurrected tonight?

The Winter Soldier!

Director Braised Egghead's expression changed a bit.

The appearance of this guy seems to confirm his and Merlin's worst guess...

Hydra is still there!

The next moment, Fury pulled off his blindfold, then held the pulse gun, and pulled the trigger on the bastard in front of him without hesitation.

boom

A terrifying beam of light shot out from the muzzle and shot towards the Winter Soldier.

But at the moment when the beam of light shot up, the deadly assault of the Winter Soldier also started at this moment.

The scorching blood flowed in his body, causing a scorching, magma-like orange glow to sway under his skin.

A Z-shaped light and shadow flashed in Fury's eyes, which was the visual residue left on his retina by the rapid assault of the Winter Soldier.

He realized that something was wrong, and the agent's sense of danger made his hair stand on end.

But before Fury could react, the scorching claws pierced his abdomen the next moment.

Well...

The horrible pain swept through Fury. His whole body was pierced by the claws of the Winter Soldier, and then he was lifted high into the sky like a banner waving in the flames.

boom

The heavy pulse gun hit the ground, and Fury's hands struggled to grasp the scorching claws.

Blood, blood sprayed from the wound, staining his hands red.

Fury looked at the face in front of him, the scarred face.

That was the commemoration that Merlin left for him back then.

I...

He wanted to say something, but the next moment, the sharp claws were pulled away from the wound.

Fury fell to the ground. Behind him, the Winter Soldier raised his paw expressionlessly and stepped on Fury's body that was crawling forward.

Talon...

Swing down again!