Chapter 1422 The storm is coming
The visions in the past few days have attracted the attention of many people.
From the cracks that first appeared in the sky to the angelic lights and shadows that appeared last night, some people were nervous.
Some people say it's a sign of alien invasion.
Some people say that it was a miracle of God appearing.
Some people say that it is a weapon secretly developed by the United States specifically to deal with disobedient countries.
For a time, public opinion arose and the crowd was talking about it.
Coupled with the fueling of the people behind the scenes, people's trust in the government began to decline again, and there were people marching on the streets every day.
They held large banners and asked Congress and the president to disclose all hidden secrets.
But obviously, this is impossible.
If ordinary people know the truth, it will only cause greater riots, and this is not the result the president wants to see.
So, early the next morning.
Before Fury even touched the seat, he received a direct call from the president, ordering him to completely resolve this public opinion incident within three days and to investigate clearly what the anomaly in the past two days was.
At first, he wanted to be perfunctory.
But then, the president became completely angry and started yelling over the phone: "Listen, Nick Fury!"
"You damn worm, you've been in this position long enough. Do you think I don't know how much money you've embezzled behind our backs?"
"Now, I don't want to hear any explanation!"
"Give you three days to cover up all these damn news so that they don't affect my campaign, and then find out for me what those things are!"
"I'll have Pierce supervise you!"
"Remember, three days!"
"Dududu..."
A hang-up busy signal came.
The coffee had just been brewed. Before Fury could take a sip, he grabbed the cup and threw it against the door in anger.
“Fakeyu!
! "
He looked gloomy and crossed his fingers.
The finger bones that were exerted too much force were pale in color, and the veins were bulging out one by one. It looked extremely scary: "Damn bastard, he actually took action so quickly!"
He could guess it with his toes.
Those behind the scenes who are fueling the flames and deliberately guiding public opinion are the invaders who have been hiding among humans, waiting for an opportunity to take their place - the Skrulls!
Even...thinking about the worst.
Important personnel such as the president, Congress, military, and federal courts have probably been infiltrated and replaced by the Skrulls.
The movements of this group of people...are too fast!
Originally, he thought he still had some time to prepare more fully, but now it seems that there is no time.
"It doesn't matter……"
His eyes were sharp, and the corners of his lips curved into a sinister smile: "Anyway, my preparations are almost completed, let's... let's find out who is more powerful!"
Then he took out his personal cell phone.
After pressing a few keys at random, I dialed a mysterious phone number. There was no sound from the other party after the call was answered, and the silence was eerie.
The two sides were silent for more than ten seconds.
They seemed to be confirming each other's identities.
Finally, with the frequency of Fury's knuckles snapping, the other party confirmed that his identity was correct.
"What's up?"
The man asked neatly.
"The fish is hooked."
Fury lowered his voice and said something.
"The storm... is coming."
The other party replied with the same sentence and hung up the contact.
Fury, who was sitting in his office, looked through the porthole at the rolling clouds outside and murmured: "The storm is coming... Next, there will be a war that determines the fate of mankind!"
"Hopefully God...can forgive me for the crime I committed."
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Antarctica, a secret Hydra base.
The burly man in a snow camouflage uniform easily crushed the contact device, then turned around and walked deeper.
This is an abandoned military base.
However, due to Germany's excellent military industry at that time, even after decades, the base can still operate normally, with basically no damage except for the paint peeling off in some places.
Huge steel pipes connect the entire base.
In the extremely cold weather environment, although there are heating facilities in the base, there are still many places covered with a thin layer of ice and snow.
Go through several gates.
A huge empty cave appeared in front of you.
In the circular underground cave, there are dozens of culture tanks placed in the depths, and sleeping men and women can also be seen inside.
They are superhuman beings created at the end of Hydra in order to preserve the fire and perform special tasks - the Winter Soldiers!
Each Winter Soldier is proficient in many abilities such as assassination, sabotage, and subversion of political power behind enemy lines. They are also proficient in operating various types of firearms and have abilities comparable to Captain America.
Bucky is the weakest among the modified Winter Soldiers, even if he has a mechanical arm.
This shows how terrifying these winter warriors are.
The most important thing is that these Winter Soldiers are still alive. They exhale strings of bubbles in the culture tank.
With just one command, they can revive and transform into the most loyal and terrifying warriors!
A middle-aged and decadent man was sitting on the cold steps, holding a red book in his hand. He noticed his arrival and said in a hoarse voice: "Are you ready to move?"
"Um."
The man in camouflage uniform nodded, threw something to him, and said calmly: "The next action is your personal behavior and has nothing to do with anyone else. Do you understand?"
"I Have a Picture Book of Ghosts and Gods"
"Don't worry, I know the rules."
The man put the thrown thing in his palm, examined it, and said with a grin: "Can this gadget... really make him reveal his prototype?"
"If nothing else...the success rate is very high."
The man in camouflage replied.
"What if there's an accident?"
the man asked.
The man in camouflage didn't answer, he just stared at him coldly, as if he had already spoken out his answer.
"Oh. I see."
The man grinned, stood up on his knees, and said nonchalantly: "It doesn't matter whether I succeed or not. Anyway, my goal... is just to expose their true colors."
"Good luck to you."
The man in camouflage turned around and prepared to leave.
"where are you going?"
The man looked at his back and asked.
"I... want to go to another battlefield."
The man in camouflage stopped and was silent for a moment, then said: "The only thing a person like me can do is to keep running to the next battlefield until death."
"Good luck to you too."
The man sent him a blessing: "Although I don't like superheroes, you are an exception, maybe because we both have the same experience."
The man in camouflage uniform took firm steps and gradually disappeared from sight.
"Goodbye... Helmut Zemo."
"Goodbye, Frank Custer."
Although they went in opposite directions, their destination was the same.