Chapter 90 Nick Fury

Chapter 90 Nick Fury

"Damn!"

The girl heard the darkness getting deeper and deeper as a group of swarthy people opened their white teeth and cursed. She reached for the switch next to the door and turned on the light. Only then did she see a black man in leather clothes sitting on her chair, struggling to pull Gwen away. Shooting spider webs.

He turned his back to the bedroom window and faced himself - he was still a one-eyed dragon!

"I'm sorry, it's very impolite to break into a girl's bedroom." Gwen blew lightly, threw her hair behind her, and pulled back her right foot slightly, making a fighting posture——

There was a slight "click" sound behind her, and the girl's ears hidden under her blond hair moved almost imperceptibly. She immediately stood up, rolled and turned in the air, and at the same time shot spider silk at the ankle of the man behind her, pulling him down in one fell swoop.

Gwen, who has an output of fifteen tons, is enough to defeat the top human special forces with just a little force. The special operations team member who pointed an M4 rifle at Gwen's back was suddenly pulled to the ground.

But the special forces member was not idle either. He quickly took out a P226 pistol from the quick-draw holster on his crotch and pointed it at Gwen Stacey, who fell on the vertical wall.

"Stop it, Rumlow!" Nick Fury stood up from Gwen's chair and stopped the meaningless fight. Then, he pinched his collar and ordered: "Make sure the surrounding area has been cleared."

"Confirmed, Director!" Natasha Romanoff replied into Nick Fury's headset, "But we'd better not take too long."

Nick Fury nodded. He watched Rumlow stand up and step aside, then put his hands on his hips towards Gwen: "Miss Spider, I guess you may be in trouble today."

Gwen frowned, narrowed her eyes slightly, and carefully looked at the people in the room - behind Rumlow stood several special operations team members also dressed in black, and the man in black clothes and black skin stood in the room. The man had a mysterious expression on his face that she couldn't understand.

It seems like he is their leader?

Gwen came down from the ceiling, knelt on her knees, crouched on the ground, and looked at Nick Fury in the room: "Has anyone ever said that your head looks like a pickled egg in a bar?"

People from the mysterious big country in the East pickle eggs with tea leaves, and Americans also like to soak eggs in transparent jars with various seasonings - of course, that thing can be regarded as one of the few dark dishes.

Nick's eyes showed a little disbelief - no one dared to speak to him in such a teasing tone. The director of SHIELD touched his head, and then shook his head helplessly:

"You don't seem surprised at all that we know your identity, Miss Spider."

Gwen shook her head, stood up, and confidently displayed her straight back in front of Rumlow, who was eyeing him with eager eyes. Her tone was casually provocative: "This is New York where everything is possible~"

"But the world may not work the way you imagine, miss." Nick Fury took a few steps closer. "Is it fun to shoot NYPD patrolmen, miss?"

"Oh——!" Gwen was almost not surprised that she was misunderstood again. Being misunderstood is already a common thing for Spider-Gwen. "So are you going to clear my name?"

Gwen was not afraid of Nick Fury at all. She even took two steps forward, then sat on her bed as if no one else was watching, and replied without raising her head: "I guess you are affiliated with the 'Treadstone Project', then Jason... Where is Bourne?"

"Miss, of course we are not actors in "The Bourne Supremacy."" Compared to Rumlow, who was all tense, Nick Fury looked extremely relaxed. Braised Eggman decided to pursue his riddle to the end: "We work in a more secretive and independent department."

"Man in black? Is the Elvis in our world really an alien?" Gwen stood up and covered her mouth with her hands in pretending to be surprised - looking like an innocent, stupid and surprised person. Like a little girl. Then the girl took another look at Nick Fury:

“It is indeed ‘men in black’, or even ‘black men in black’, black to the power of two!”

Gwen even said this sentence with an upturned ending. It was really fun to tease these serious agents.

"It's really troublesome to communicate with little girls." Nick Fury and Rumlow looked at each other. The black director didn't mind complaining in front of Gwen that she was a little girl - in fact, most people were childish in his eyes. Almost like a child.

"If you think attacking the police is not a problem..." Nick Fury waved to Rumlow and asked the latter to evacuate the house: "We can call the NYPD and let you make it clear to them."

"It sounds like there is some conspiracy in exchange for it." Gwen sneered and replied to the agent leader in front of him in a neither humble nor condescending manner.

Just for the sake of being neither humble nor overbearing, the girl acted somewhat deliberately - she was actually a little inexplicably afraid of unknown government agents.

After a few seconds of silence, the handsome and upright beautiful girl added the last sentence: "Tell me and listen!"

"Miss Stacey, among the bastards I have dealt with, you are a breath of fresh air." Seeing the tough-tongued spider girl couldn't help but show her weakness, Nick Fury took a few steps and sat back down. chair, and then continued: "Introduce yourself, Strategic Homeland Defense Attack and Logistics Support Agency."

"Homeland what?" Hearing this long and stinky name, the blonde girl almost burst out laughing: "Is there really someone so immature that he can give himself such a name?"

"Just call us SHIELD." Nick Fury shrugged helplessly at Gwen - to be honest, in his heart he also felt that "Strategic Scientific Corps" was a more concise name.

"Why do I feel that your name is purely for the acronym?" Gwen Stacy, who skipped the composition class and could get a B+, keenly smelled some abnormal slots.

Nick Fury ignored the chatterbox girl who seemed to be able to catch anything to complain about. He just laughed dryly at Gwen a few times before asking: "Anyway, Miss Stacy, if you are really innocent in the attack on the NYPD patrolman - or, if you really want to clear your suspicion..."

The one-eyed egg head retracted his crossed legs, supported his arms on his thighs, and suddenly leaned his face closer: "It's better to cooperate with us."

"Huh?" Gwen replied with a grimace, but she didn't say anything else.

"First tell us..." Nick Fury lowered his head, flipped through the information in his hand, and asked Gwen casually: "How much do you know about your mentor, Raymond Xu, Miss Stacy?"

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"Xu, your student seems to be in trouble again."

After Raymond said goodbye to the two senators, he took out his mobile phone and first saw the text message sent by Nathaniel Wade. He downloaded the attachment of the MMS and found that it was a not very clear picture.

The professor enlarged the picture and saw that it was a case file of assaulting a police officer - the material said "Spider-Woman attacked NYPD patrolman and caused serious injuries to the patrolman", and a photo of Gwen in a battle suit was accidentally left in the upper right corner of the material, which was now posted on the case file by NYPD.

Raymond raised his eyebrows and opened his mouth slightly, revealing a slightly surprised expression. He was not surprised at all that Gwen would be wanted by the NYPD, and even accused of "assaulting police officers" -

Since Gwen Stacy was going to become Spider-Woman and take on the responsibility of being a "masked vigilante", she would almost certainly encounter these things.

As for the fact that Nathan knew that his student Gwen Stacy was Spider-Woman... He had already made relevant preparations when Gwen called the Navy's fighter jets to Stark's mansion.

After all, the secret service agency of this superpower is not just for free. If its multi-purpose fighter jets were inexplicably mobilized, and it was still unclear who mobilized them - then it should be the United States that was destroyed in 1991, not another superpower.

Raymond did not hesitate and called directly: "Hey, Nathan, what do you think now?"

"From the situation at the scene, we did ballistic analysis and smoke reaction analysis, and found that the Latino dead person at the scene was suspected of shooting. As for your student..." Nathan hesitated and continued to report to Raymond: "She fled the scene, and we did not inform the NYPD, but just told them not to issue a warrant for the time being."

"Thank you." Raymond naturally had to remember this favor - recently the professor found that his restless student had caused him more and more favors.

"But this matter still needs an explanation." Nathan carefully warned the professor, "Although the person is not dead, this is more or less a patrolman, and the injury is not light."

Unconsciously, the old friend seemed to be infected by the bureaucrats in Washington. Listen to what he said - "more or less a patrolman", as if that life was just a tool for him.

But it's hard to say. Nathan himself is a person who is somewhat indifferent to everything. The professor sometimes even thinks that he is like a robot or an artificial intelligence, operating according to a set of set logic.

"I know, I will tell her, send me the evidence that needs to be provided." After Raymond finished this sentence, he simply exchanged a few words with Nathan and hung up the phone.

He wanted to call Gwen, but after thinking about it, he was afraid that SHIELD would monitor the communication line. So he waved to the driver: "You can take a day off today, I will drive to a place."

"Boss..." The driver seemed a little hesitant, "According to the group's regulations, considering the impact of safety factors, you cannot drive alone without an escort."

"It's not your fault, I won't go too far." Raymond explained to the driver, "Just go back to the laboratory."

"Okay then..." The driver didn't want to offend his boss's face, he hesitated and nodded, indicating his agreement.