Chapter 154 Private Conversation

Long Island, New York, in a boutique apartment building under the Four Seasons Hotel. Nick Fury's private residence. This is Nick's own personal space.

As the director of S.H.I.E.L.D., he is far from being as good as he appears on the surface.

It is almost an eternal truth that there are as many obligations as there are rights. Of course, if you don't care about your future reputation at all, or if you don't have any beliefs in your heart that need to be upheld, of course you can ignore this passage.

Rights and obligations have been formed in the primary human civilization tens of thousands of years ago. The strongest warriors of that era eat the best food in their clan.

Have the most spouses and live in the best house.

But all that these fighters enjoy doesn't come for free. He needs to abandon his life when the ethnic group needs his sacrifice.

Maybe it's in a war with another tribe, maybe it's hunting down a dangerous game.

No matter how human civilization changes, this unwritten rule is still circulating. Even for some reason, under certain conditions.

Some people, or a specific group, enjoyed over-standard treatment, but did not fulfill the matching obligations.

Then one day they will spit out what they don't deserve, maybe it will be longer, but the longer the time, the more tragic the price they will pay.

Nick? Fury, a veteran. He fought in the Vietnam War, and is even rumored to have fought in World War II, a by-product of Captain America's super-soldier program.

But Nick Fury's files are top-secret information, and it is impossible for outsiders to really know how many great achievements Nick Fury has done in his legendary life.

He has experienced many battles and choices that ordinary people can't imagine in his life. When some people need to be sacrificed to save more people.

Nick would not hesitate to sacrifice those people, this is not his cold blood. It is the responsibility that he must bear in his position.

It may be cruel, even callous, but believe me, it is a decision that a person in a high position must make.

An excellent person in power must not only earn enough praise, but also have enough courage to bear more infamy.

But all of this doesn't mean that Nick Fury is an emotionless animal.

In fact, as a veteran who walked out of the sea of ​​corpses and blood, Nick understands the importance of every life better.

Some people say that too much war and killing will make people lose themselves and forget all the beauty and warmth.

But at the same time, more wars and killings will make other people understand the importance of peace and love life and the beauty of this world more.

Nick Fury belongs to the latter. What hides under his gloomy one-eyed eyes is not the arrogance of monopolizing power, but more expectations for this world.

He expects the world to become a better place and a safer place.

But just like a coin has two sides, where there are flowers there are words, where there is light there is darkness.

Everyone yearns for the bright one, she represents all the beauty in the world.

But the dark ones are discouraged by everyone. Because if you want to dissolve in the darkness, you are afraid that you will fall into it yourself, and you will be unable to extricate yourself in the end.

Even those with a bright heart can hardly escape from all this in the end.

On the most critical choice in life, when choosing between light and darkness, Nick puts himself in the latter.

Not all actions of S.H.I.E.L.D. are aboveboard, and sometimes uncompromising means are necessary for the purpose. If this terrible authority does not have a proper leader.

It will become the most terrifying institution in the world, even the Gestapo back then is far behind.

Not everyone can be a legend like Peggy Carter. (Note: One of the founders of S.H.I.E.L.D., the liaison officer and girlfriend of Captain America.)

When Nick took over S.H.I.E.L.D., it felt like the agency was starting to lose its original purpose.

It is no longer the institution created to protect the world, or to say that protecting the world and fighting evil is no longer the main purpose of S.H.I.E.L.D.

It became a doll for the big, a colosseum for politics and power. Everyone wants to step in, everyone wants to get a share of this huge organization.

But they didn't really know how much trouble their actions would bring to S.H.I.E.L.D., just like what Li Jie hated before.

There are always people in this world who are self-righteous, and they do nothing but stir up conflicts and create tension.

When Nick took over S.H.I.E.L.D., he had already discovered that the agency was riddled with holes, and he became the tinkerer of the broken ship.

This one-eyed dragon always has his own way, and he can always rescue the boat when it is about to sink or hit the rocks.

For a while he thought he had made it, but since that meeting in Washington he knew what he was doing was a joke.

There are still various nails in S.H.I.E.L.D., and information, especially important information, leaks out like running water.

The X-Men's plan was dismissed, and faced with more and more problems, Nick deeply felt that his life choices were sometimes wrong.

But as soon as he had the thought, he would put it behind him for three minutes, because he was Nick Fury, and he was an indomitable fighter.

But even the hardest steel has its moments of bending, and even the mightiest warriors have their moments of defeat.

When the report on TV that provoked the relationship between mutants and ordinary people appeared, Nick wanted to tear that big-mouthed Macaulay to pieces.

As a real person in power, he understands how complicated the situation will be after these broken things.

But there are no longer a small number of congressmen who hold prejudices against mutants in Congress, and there are more prejudices against mutants among the public.

For their own votes and approval ratings, politicians will follow public opinion, and they don't care whether this public opinion is right or wrong.

Anyway, it is what you voters requested, look! I did as you asked, please don't blame me if anything goes wrong.

Because that's what you pig brains want!

Nick needs a bottle of hard liquor, but not at S.H.I.E.L.D. Because there, he must always look like he is sure of winning.

Because only in this way can he ensure that his subordinates have enough confidence to obey him.

This private secret apartment is the only quiet place for him, where he can pour himself a bottle of whiskey crazily.

And don't worry about anyone accusing him. Of course, due to Nick's own personality, it is basically impossible for him to make such a crazy move.

He stops after a maximum of three straight whiskeys because his job requires him to stay conscious of his decisions.

But there are exceptions to everything, such as when I was with Frank, this old friend who used to rely on each other's lives back to back during the Vietnam War.

In his presence, Nick could occasionally relax and remove some of the mask.

A person who has no friends, or someone to pour out his emotions on is sad. Because whether it is joy or sadness, it has little meaning to him.

Nick and Frank were staying in their private apartment on Long Island, and they had already drank nearly half a bottle of Brazilian cachaça.

"You know what I hate the most about this job?" Nick had about four drinks, but he had a lot on his mind to vent.

"It's that I know a lot of secrets, but others don't. These secrets that I know a lot can't be my capital to show off, but will push me into an embarrassing situation because of some stupid decisions."

Frank didn't answer. He added a mint leaf to the cachaça.

"Sometimes I think, maybe I should have died in Vietnam. I didn't like that war, and it's never going to be my glory, either before or after."

"People will only remember the massacre of civilians by GIs, the abuse of women, and of course the inhumane chemical warfare. And the goddamn politicians who made all these decisions are alive and well."

"They asked the president to come forward and apologize, and then they retired quietly to enjoy their old age, while our names will be nailed to the pillar of shame."

"Do you know why I haven't died yet?" Nick said a bit of a heavy topic.

"I think you think the same as I do." Frank finally said after stirring the cachaça with mint leaves.

"We all expect to die the most heroic in a great and honorable war. We actually do nothing but kill, and when the world doesn't need us to kill, we will be the saddest people."

"We've been killing people all our lives, sometimes for the people, mostly for the government, and now I quit because I was told I could do it for faith and justice," Frank said, taking a sip of mint cachaça.

"When one day the world no longer needs me to kill, I think I will save the last bullet for myself, and I believe you will do the same."

"To this damned world." Nick didn't say whether he agreed with Frank's statement, but raised his glass and said.

"To this beautiful and ugly world." Frank and Nick clinked glasses, and the two drank the wine in the glass in one gulp.

"I'm going to form a team of superheroes." Nick said and started to talk about more serious topics. "And I'm seriously understaffed now. There are many things in this world that ordinary people can't handle. For example, the one you solved in Hell's Kitchen."

"I don't care how you solved it, and I need help now, I think you should understand what I mean." Nick Fury stared at Frank closely after finishing speaking.

Instead of answering Nick's question, Frank asked a question that seemed completely unrelated. "Do you feel like everything is still under control?"