Chapter 155 Backup Plan

"What do you mean?" Nick heard Frank's question, and the only remaining eye stared at Frank meaningfully.

"Do you still trust the government and your superiors, that is, those who are in control?" Frank said without any weakness in the eyes.

"Are you doubting the government? That's not a good soldier's idea." Although Nick said so, he fixed his eyes on the wine in his glass.

Watching the liquid in the wine glass continuously create new ripples with his slight shaking.

"Do you know what kind of dilemma I faced in Vietnam at that time." Frank's eyes revealed a memory.

"Everyone is starting to evacuate the damn place, and no one wants to spend another day in that sweltering rainforest."

"Our troops were arranged to evacuate last, and our commander is a complete scum." Frank's words were very calm, without much fluctuation in tone.

"My platoon was assigned the last evacuation position, but the evacuation helicopter was twelve hours behind schedule."

"We were abandoned in the camp. As time passed, everyone began to feel scared." Frank took a sip of mint cachaça lightly.

"You were so lucky, Nick, that you were transferred to another company and didn't stay with us at the last moment." Frank smiled slightly, not knowing what the real meaning of this smile was.

Whether they are envious of Nick's luck, or there is a kind of sarcasm, or occasionally.

"In the penultimate eighth hour before the evacuation, some people in our platoon began to collapse. Everyone thought that the higher ups had abandoned us. I kept motivating them."

"All kinds of reasons, such as the common weather in the flight. Ha!" Frank's smile became more bitter.

"In the seventh last hour before the evacuation, two companies, about 300 Vietnamese soldiers, began to attack us."

"They seem to know that a US company stationed here has been evacuated, and only a dozen or so insignificant people are still standing there."

Nick couldn't help frowning when he heard this. "Why have you never told me about this before?"

"Don't worry about Nick, listen to me." Frank waved his hand, signaling Nick Fury not to interrupt his story.

"A full three hundred Vietnamese soldiers attacked, and we had only one damn platoon, fifteen soldiers, and fourteen of them were so scared that they wet their pants."

"The only good news is that the timid company commander left a large amount of weapons and ammunition in the camp in order to speed up the withdrawal."

Frank had stopped drinking, and he took out a cigar and handed it to Nick Fury, and at the same time he smoked one for himself.

"There was a soldier, he had a severe war phobia, and he was an Ivy League college student. His job was to be a good manager in a high-rise in Manhattan, New York."

"But out of passion for his country, he decided to go to work after two years of military service after graduating from university."

The lit cigar exudes a strong smoke, with a smell of burning spices. People who are not used to it will find it very spicy and unacceptable.

But those who like it are happy.

Amidst the smog, Frank's story continues. There's something unreal about Nick Fury watching Frank through the smoke.

It seemed that at a certain moment, this old friend had already died, and the one in front of him was just his soul.

"This college student soldier died. It was an ugly death. He was not brave or honorable at all. It was different from how he imagined that he would become a hero on the battlefield."

"He was killed by the enemy in fear without any retaliation. I still remember how he died, and the bullet was shot from here." Frank pointed to his cheek.

"Then it pierced through the back of his head and cut off half of his skull. I still remember the temperature of his blood and brain splashing on my face."

The sparkle of the cigar is faintly visible in the smoke.

"Everyone is dead, porcupines, college students and others, they are all dead." Frank didn't seem to be talking about his real experience.

On the contrary, it is more like telling other people's stories, and telling stories that should have been thrilling is boring.

"In the end, only I survived. When the helicopter arrived, they only saw me with 27 bullets in my body and more than 300 dead bodies."

"I know that I can't be so lucky forever. The miracle that one person kills hundreds of Vietnamese soldiers and survives with 27 bullets doesn't happen to me every day."

"And our willingness to be lagged is ridiculous, you wonder?" There was something terrifying in Frank's smile.

"Because that timid company commander deliberately forgot about us in order to be able to board the ship back home earlier. And everyone chose to turn a blind eye."

Nick Fury shook his head, not knowing whether he was expressing disbelief or unacceptable.

"It wasn't until the Vietnamese attacked us, and the huge gunshots and fighting broke the calm, that the superiors sent someone down to investigate all this, and I saved my life because of it."

"When I stepped on the ship back home, I found the company commander. In the Pacific Ocean, I took advantage of the gap at night, knocked him unconscious, pushed him overboard, and pretended that he fell overboard."

"No one knew what happened in the quiet night, but I knew from that moment that Frank Custer, the staff sergeant, was dead."

"Answering the question you asked me earlier, why didn't I tell you this." Frank had smoked a lot of cigars.

The whole room was somewhat filled with cigar smoke.

"Because dragging another person to hell doesn't give the person already in hell any relief, it just adds another evil spirit in hell to snatch food from him."

Frank's words were said with a smile, but that smile was indescribably dark.

"So you're going to arrest me now, Director of S.H.I.E.L.D.?"

"No, S.H.I.E.L.D. doesn't care about criminal cases." Nick Fury said blankly.

"Then I should thank you," Frank said. "My trust in the government and the establishment collapsed in that moment."

"So you chose to leave the first-line troops and become an instructor?" Nick now understood a little bit why Frank chose to retire bravely when he was about to be promoted.

Although he later became a special warfare instructor of the Marine Corps, if Frank still insists on fighting in the front-line combat troops.

Then the position he can get will be much higher than being an instructor, even becoming a Brigadier General Nick is no exception.

"The reason why I am an instructor is that I still maintain my love for this country. I like this country. Until my family was killed, and there was still no justice after resorting to the law, Frank? Sturt really died."

Frank's words became unusually gloomy at this moment. "The man standing before you is the Punisher, who lives to punish the evil in the world."

"That's why I expect your help, you and your two apprentices." Nick Fury mentioned this topic again. "We have many evils to fight, many dangers to deal with."

"We need a special approach to the problems that regular police officers and soldiers can't handle."

Frank shook his head and said. "You don't understand Nick. Let me ask you again, do you feel like you're still in control?"

Before the Washington meeting, Nick Fury would probably say confidently that everything is under control.

But after the Washington meeting, Nick understood that his control over S.H.I.E.L.D. was far less secure than he thought.

Countless undercurrents lurk under this huge institution. There are enough intricacies to trouble any good secret service chief.

"So what do you think?" Nick Fury asked a little puzzled.

"I believe in you, Nick." Frank pressed his almost finished cigar on the high-end red cedar furniture. "But I don't trust the government."

"And you can't even guarantee that S.H.I.E.L.D. is completely in your hands."

"So you mean to refuse?" Nick said a little uncomfortable.

"It's not as simple as refusing." Frank shook his head and said. "There is a saying in business investment that makes sense, that is, don't put all your eggs in one basket."

Nick laughed a little out of composure. "Business? Why didn't I know when you had a business mind?"

"It's not important, Nick Fury." Frank shook his head and said that this is not the point. "The key thing is, you have to understand that we need to have a back plan, whether it's you or me."

"Backup plan?" Nick Fury was a little interested.

"What team did you say you wanted to form? The Avengers or something?" Frank asked.

"It's the Avengers," Nick corrected Frank.

"Okay, Avengers." Frank waved his hand indifferently. "So what do you think of a secret Avenger?"

"It's not under the control of the government, and you may not be able to really control this team, but trust me this team will be more efficient than under the supervision of S.H.I.E.L.D."

〃Because the people in this team are more confident, as long as they are guided correctly, they will explode with amazing potential〃

〃You made me give up trust in the government and choose a motley army?〃

"Because they are more enthusiastic and will fight for justice more, what do you think as a backup plan?" Frank finally said, looking into Nick Fury's eyes.

Nick smiled, the corners of his mouth turning upward. Maybe Frank is right, eggs cannot be put in one basket, and the back plan is very important at all times.

A veteran of many battles should plan for the worst, even if the consequence is the last thing he wants to happen, but he still has to face it.

Secret Avenger? Maybe not a great choice, but not a bad idea.

(Two more, no more at night, don't wait.)