Marvel turns into Iron Man

Although he, Minister Alexander Pierce, had already had some guesses deep in his heart.

But when he heard Nick Fury's so-called "request", his heart was still a little broken.

"Nick, you have to understand that this is not a small request at all."

"Accommodating all of this will require committee hearings, and it will take a considerable amount of time."

Minister Pierce put his hands on his hips, with a rather helpless expression on his face.

"There may be problems with the plan, or there may be no problems. I need some time to check it thoroughly."

Fury shrugged his shoulders, but he was not as serious and reserved in front of his teacher as he was in front of others.

"Then what if—what if something goes wrong with the plan?"

Pierce's face didn't look relaxed, he paused, and asked the question he wanted to know the answer to.

What would happen if Hydra's target was found out.

"...Then we should be thankful that we didn't lift the space carrier into the sky."

Fury shook his head and replied, but this answer was not a good result for Minister Pierce.

For the director of S.H.I.E.L.D., such a reason is already a sufficient answer enough to attract attention.

But the problem is that the other party he is talking to is the leader of Hydra.

The existence of the insight plan is the most important part of clearing the development obstacles of Hydra.

And he, Alexander Pierce, will never allow anyone to come out to hinder the realization of the plan.

But in the end, Minister Pierce still agreed to Nick Fury's request-at least on the surface.

When Fury turned to leave, he immediately called his subordinates.

"He wants to leave the headquarters, find a way to stop him for me, kill him if he has the chance, and allow the Winter Soldier to be dispatched."

"Got it, boss."

At this time, Steve Rogers came to Sam Wilson's work unit while wandering unconsciously.

Veterans Administration, right in the center of Washington, just two hundred feet from the White House.

In 1987 the federal government elevated the Veterans Affairs Office to the Department of Veterans Administration and subsequently added more budget.

Although this institution is closely linked with the Pentagon's Department of Defense, most of the officials in the management department are from some audit institutions.

There is no need for veterans to serve anymore, so there is no need for the military to implement management here, so it is simply handed over to the government.

Of course, some soldiers do need some psychological counseling.

So, the administration also hired some military officers who were also veterans to help them.

Sam Wilson is one of these veterans who work as psychological counselors.

When Rogers came to the place where Sam was working, he saw a group of people sitting together.

"Last week, I was pulled over by a police officer who thought I was driving drunk."

"I just turned the steering wheel to avoid a flying plastic bag ... I thought it was an improvised bomb."

The 30-year-old woman sitting in the center of the crowd sighed slowly, telling her troubles in a rather painful tone.

Looking at her, Rogers could already guess what she had encountered on the battlefield, and he couldn't help feeling sorry for her.

Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - This is a particular ailment that veterans cannot escape, post-war psychological syndrome.

"Some things were left on the battlefield, and some things we brought back, we had to figure out how to carry them."

"Whether it's in a suitcase or in a purse, it's all up to you."

At this time, Sam was leaning on the podium in front of the crowd, sincerely enlightening the agitated lady.

Most of the people who come here to seek help and hope to relieve psychological problems are veterans suffering from post-traumatic stress disorder.

Only Sam, who is also a veteran, can understand their feelings and provide them with psychological counseling services.

Rogers looked at his new friend, but there was a smile on his face that he didn't even notice.

A few minutes later, the counseling session was over, and Sam got up and left the room, Rogers following behind him.

"Look who's here, it's the runner—I thought you were busy with work bro."

Sam stood at the corner of the corridor, with a smile on his face, and reached out to pat Rogers on the shoulder.

"I've been here for a few minutes, and I saw that your discussion was very intense, and you did a good job."

Rogers shrugged slightly, and said with a smile on his face.

"Yeah, we all face the same problem."

Sam packed up the documents and materials at hand, and said without raising his head.

"Guilty?"

"—It's a pity."

Shaking his head, Sam looked at Rogers' face again, and seemed to be recalling something in his heart.

"You have someone you've lost too?"

"It was my comrade-in-arms Riley. A 105mm howitzer exploded beside him during a night airborne rescue."

"Standard rescue operations, but I can't even save him who is close at hand. I can't do anything."

Thinking of his dead friend, Sam's face was full of regret.

"I'm sorry, you're all heroes."

It is indeed too much for me to ask so blindly, so Rogers is apologizing for his recklessness.

"After that, it was very difficult for me to convince myself to stay in the army."

"What about you, have you thought about quitting all this and finding a place to rest."

Sam sighed, looked around, but once again set his gaze on Rogers' face.

"No, I don't know, it's hard to call retirement in our line of business."

"Honestly, even if I were to quit, I don't know what to do."

Rogers shook his head slightly, the smile on his face again.

"I thought of a nice place that might be right for you—how about Ultimate Fighting?"

"Are you asking me to bully people in the past, stop kidding, Sam."

"It just happened to come up with an idea. Seriously, you can do whatever you want."

The two chatted like this, but they also continued to deepen the connection and friendship between them in the chat.

But no one would have thought that on another block not far from Rogers and Sam, Nick Fury was in trouble.

"The security encryption protocol has been activated for you—"

"Security line 0405, get Maria Hill for me."

Nick Fury was on the road in his Chevrolet Suboban, which was dedicated to Director of S.H.I.E.L.D.

And he probably wouldn't have imagined that his fate was already at stake.

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Chapter Name Bitter Hand