Chapter 295 is all black!

  "Welcome! My brother!" When the S.H.I.E.L.D. transport plane landed on this unknown island, Nick Fury's face turned darker when he saw the Frenchman who came to greet him and the vodka-flavored fur.

"Sorry, this is a private island, so please store your weapons here first!" Seeing the visitors from S.H.I. Step forward.

   "What if I don't!" One-eyed staring at the opponent, Nick Fury waited until the opponent dared to show the slightest dissatisfaction before ordering the ready commandos to land on the island, and all these horrible guys were suddenly abrupt.

  "This guest, it's useless for you to embarrass us. Today's auction will not directly deliver what you want, we are just an agent!"

  "Mom messing with Fak!" Fury angrily took out his Glock from his waist and patted it on the tray.

   "It's okay now!"

   "Hmm!" The old French man looked at the opponent carefully, then coughed at the big bear man behind him, and the latter took out a metal scanner from his suit pocket.

   "Sorry!" The big bear carried the scanner and started scanning from top to bottom. When it reached Nick Fury's chest, the scanner rang dripping.

   "Ahem!" Nick Fury blushed, and then took another Glock from his coat pocket.

"What do you look at, as an agent king, it's normal for me to carry a few more pistols!" After finding that the men behind and the people on the opposite side were looking at him with strange eyes, Nick Fury explained forcefully arrive.

   "No problem!" The metal scanner continued to go down, and the belt began to ring again.

  "This is my survival belt, not a gun!"

  Didi!

  The fighting knife on the thigh, the miniature pistol on the calf, the revolver behind the waist, and the leather boots with daggers and fishing line. Nick Fury used an extremely professional technique to show everyone on the court what is called the king of spies.

   "There is nothing now, I can go in!" Looking at the three trays of defensive weapons in front of him, Nick Fury's face was not red, and his heart was not beating.

  "Of course, please come in! This is your hand. After the auction is over, you can use it to take away your weapons!"

"Huh!" After a cold snort, Nick Fury walked into the so-called auction hall with disdain. It was actually an open-air garden-like space isolated by trees, with six rows of wooden stools in the middle. On the high platform, six rows of wooden chairs are almost full at the moment.

   "Head, our communication has been interfered! There is a high-power signal jammer nearby, and the radio is useless!" Simmonsteer, who was also covered in black including his face, whispered.

  "Don’t worry, we have sealed off this area, and they won’t be able to escape by then!"

Looking closely at the people sitting on the stools, Nick Fury recognized the identities of many people, the black siege warlords in Africa, the white gloves in some European countries, and even a few men with Asian faces, Nick Fury. Furui thought that the other party was a rabbit, but after seeing the sitting postures and accents of these Asians, he found out that it was a stick and a pot chicken. The two seem to have formed a team!

   "Take pictures of these guys, and check the water meter when you go back!" Because of the complicated domestic relationship, the jumping stick and the foot pot chicken made it difficult to carry out the work of S.H.I. Is it because the American dad’s stick is not strong enough or is Asia too quiet?

"Gentlemen, welcome everyone here. Now we will start the auction directly and bring you our first and only item, the nano decomposition warhead from the McAllen Group. Of course, before starting the auction. , Let us first thank Mr. McAllen for his sponsorship!"

   "Puff!" McAllen, who was watching the auction from a distance on the Internet, sprayed a mouthful of blood on his screen. What is murder! This is, he has now determined who the guy who pitted him is. The video from the giant is ruthlessly mocking his wishful thinking, but the problem is that he can't figure out who is the inner ghost or his subordinate? Or is it the Hydra from Rex's school? But these are not important anymore. He just needs to know that after this auction is over, he will really be over if he doesn't run away!

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  "7.6 billion~" a voice with a heavy accent yelled in English.

"Okay, 760 million, is there a higher price?" The host in charge of the auction is a beautiful lady in a beautiful long dress. Putting the Buddha with a smile can make people feel the spring breeze. Many guests She had already stirred her emotions, and started to scream at her neck.

"Everyone, the effect of this warhead must be well understood by everyone. It will be a necessary part of determining the victory or defeat in modern warfare. It only takes one shot to wipe out the enemy's armored army, 760 million, and there are more people. Is it expensive?"

"Eight hundred million!" The warlord with a cigar raised his right hand, which was stuffed with gold rings, and shouted. There are many gold mines and blood diamond mines on his site, as well as oil and uranium mines. The income is tens of billions. In order to maintain his rule, he used the money to train the army to buy people’s hearts, so it is not a problem for him to buy another warhead. In fact, he wants to buy the Paladin mothership of the Titan. It was just rejected by the reason that the giant was only sold to sovereign states.

  "800 million, this gentleman paid 800 million, is there anyone paying a higher price?"

"Billions!" This time it was people from the European Union. Old Europe wanted to get goods from McAllen, but the production of warheads was difficult, and none of them could not be made in three or four years, so they could only choose this kind of change. The quick way!

   "Sir!" Seeing that as soon as the one billion price came out, and the other guests were about to give up, Simmons yelled anxiously.

  "Wait!" Nick Fury has lost his patience. He is determined to offer a high price to overwhelm everyone, and then after he gets the warhead, he will send a tomahawk to everyone on the court!

  "Twice a billion~"

  "Billion..." Before the host finished the third sentence, Nick Fury raised his hand.

"1.5 billion! No matter who bids again, SHIELD will always be 100 million higher than his offer! And we will also send a tomahawk weighing 1,200 kilograms for free!" Said the halogen egg and stood up, his sharp eyes glanced. Passing everyone, did not conceal the killing intent.

"Sir, it's useless for you to threaten people like this!" The little white face from Europe wanted to fight these barbaric Yankees, but he was dragged down by his companions when he just stood up, joking that the EU civil servants are fat and poor and offend you. Just wait to get into the refugee camp and take a bath for the black sorghum!

"Okay, then 1.5 billion once, 1.5 billion twice, and 1.5 billion three times. Congratulations to this gentleman, you got this nano warhead!" The host was also the first time he saw someone pay back at an auction. She sent the missile, but her good professionalism made her react quickly.

  "One?" The halogen egg suddenly felt a buzzing in his forehead. It's like a nerve is suddenly broken.

   "Yes, our client delivered a warhead! Now he is yours!" The old man who had just held Nick Fury handed a tablet to him.

  "After you allocate funds, the tablet will display the position of the warhead, and you can pick up the goods yourself!"

   "Okay, thank you! Then I can ask you if you know where the other bullets went?"

   "United Nations!" The host glanced at the old man behind him, and after the other nodded, he whispered.

   "United Nations? There are so many countries in the United Nations, you..." Nick, who stopped abruptly, remembered it. Damn, I said, why didn't I see the rabbit and the big hairy person!

   "Black, really black!" Nick Fury's nose was almost crooked.

   "Simons, send someone to pretend to tie those sticks to the EU guys later, let them pay the money!"

   "Yes, sir!"

  　The part of the previous chapter is mainly because I have seen that other brothers have written it like this, so I want to try it. If you don’t like it, I won’t write T^T in the future.

  　　

  　

  (End of this chapter)