"Skweya, founded in the 1960s, is a small country in southern Africa. It is poor and chaotic. This is the first impression this country leaves on many people."

In the Quinjet that had turned on its autopilot mode, Natasha Stark called up Skovea's three-dimensional projection and sent relevant information to the personal terminals of other Avengers.

Hank Pym and Thor have returned to the team, and all members of the Avengers have gathered together and are now flying to Skwea on a Quinjet.

"The country's internal political power is in turmoil, and the government's internal chaos is in chaos. Even the personal safety of its own people cannot be guaranteed. However, Skwea's government still spends a large amount of military expenditures to purchase external weapons every year..." Looking at Natasha.

Hank Pym frowned unconsciously due to the information sent by Stark.

"After all, arms dealers around the world like places with chaos. Chaos means huge profits. Hey, can you stop looking at me like that?" Natasha Stark spread her hands, "Stark Industries has been transformed.

Come on, guys, you can’t always hold on to my dark history, you have to know that I won the Nobel Peace Prize.”

"The situation is chaotic, and it is indeed a good place to hide." Captain America stared at the terminal in front of him and analyzed, "But no matter what, Skovea is also an independent country recognized by the United Nations, and S.H.I.E.L.D.'s helicarrier swaggered in

Entering other countries' airspace without being attacked is enough to prove that our enemies have secretly controlled an entire country."

"Although S.H.I.E.L.D. is an international organization in name, everyone knows in their hearts that our president has the right to directly interfere with the operation of S.H.I.E.L.D." Wasp girl Janet crossed her arms, "So why didn't the old man of the Ministry of Defense jump?

Come out to protest? After all, in his heart, the helicarrier is the property of the US government."

"Maybe it's because there is no value. There is no oil or other valuable resources in Skweia." Natasha Stark used her index finger to curl up a strand of bangs on her forehead, "After all, war is also part of doing business.

This is a form of trading that no one wants to do at a loss."

"Aren't there still those blue hats..."

"The position of the director of SHIELD is the same as that of the president. As far as I know, those politicians have been dissatisfied with Nick Fury for a long time, but they have never found a suitable opportunity to fire him." Natasha Stark said, "

This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and those people are eager for Nick Fury to die in the line of duty, so that they can justifiably replace him with a more obedient SHIELD director."

"Cyclops is a good director. Although he is usually a little overly cautious, I am quite satisfied with him." Natasha Stark smiled, "Especially during the time when the Avengers were just established.

Here, Nick Fury has withstood a lot of difficulties for me from those idiot politicians."

"The first thing a new officer needs to do when he takes office is that if there is a new director of S.H.I.E.L.D., it won't be something that can be solved amicably by adding a Black Widow or Hawkeye."

"Look at the X-Men formed by the mutants next door. Not only do they have to save the world, but they also have to fight with those politicians."

None of the Avengers in the cabin continued to express their opinions. After all, what Natasha Stark said was reasonable. It was precisely because Nick Fury had reached a certain tacit understanding with the Avengers as the director of SHIELD that he allowed

Their daily movements are much easier.

"It seems like we have to go to Skwea." Captain America smiled in relief, "Even if we know that the enemy's target is the Avengers."

"Aren't we flying there now?" Janet the Wasp complained, "Speaking of which, is it really okay for us to just fly into Skewia's airspace so brazenly? Will they use a Patriot missile to come?

Welcome us?"

"Have you forgotten that the Quinjet has the most advanced stealth system in the world?" Natasha Stark reminded.

"I doubt it..." Facing Natasha Stark's murderous look, Hank Pym had no choice but to swallow back the second half of his unfinished sentence.

The Wasp sitting next to Hank Pym put her hand on her forehead. Her husband's emotional intelligence is really low.

"It doesn't matter, Mjolnir will protect us from outside the fighter plane." Arcs of electricity jumped in the palm of his hand, and Thor, who had been silent all this time, suddenly said.

In line with the concept of doing as the Romans do, Thor changed his speaking habits and lifestyle during the time he came to the atrium. He also gave himself another name and became a legal person as a mortal Donald Black.

surgeon.

"Attention everyone, we are about to enter Skwea's airspace."

…

Aegis Helicarrier, interrogation room.

His limbs were shackled, and Nick Fury's entire body was tied to a steel plate in a "big" shape. All his clothes were stripped off, including his eye mask and pants.

"It seems you still don't plan to cooperate with us, Director Fury." Ziren pressed the button on the remote control in his hand, and the steel plate under Nick Fury slowly lifted up to the "∠" angle.

"You'd better give up." After surviving all the torture, Nick Fury's expression did not change. He is a dignified S.H.I.E.L.D. director, a level 10 agent, and his righteous heart will never allow Nick Fury to attack him.

Evil bows its head.

Trying to pry information out of Nick Fury's mouth is simply wishful thinking!

"That's such a pity." Zi Ren sighed softly when he heard this, and then suddenly grinned, "But I think there will be many people interested in the body art photo of the director of SHIELD. What do you think?"

Nick Fury's face darkened, and he simply closed his eyes, out of sight and out of mind.

"Your attitude of not being afraid of boiling water is very difficult for me, Director Fury." Ziren pressed another button on the remote control, and a mechanical arm loaded with a laser module popped out from under the steel plate.

.

Buzz——

The red high-temperature laser is emitted from the mechanical arm and moves slowly upward from the bottom of the steel plate.

Looking at the red laser under his crotch and feeling the terrifying heat emanating from it, Nick Fury swallowed subconsciously.

"Actually, even if you don't tell me, my scientific research team will be able to crack the core code of the Helicarrier sooner or later, but I think time is precious to everyone, and it is wrong to waste time."

"The laser will only rise one centimeter every three hours. You have enough time to consider my suggestions."
Chapter completed!