Chapter 462

   "Loyalty! Honest!"

   "Team! Knot!"

   On the large playground of the Atlas Mother Base, a row of big guys in protective gear are holding up a strangely shaped one-handed sword in their hands under the gaze of the front instructor doing hacking exercises.

  "Have you not eaten, speak louder! If"

   "Loyalty! Honest!"

   "Team! Knot!"

The elite non-commissioned officers who were trained to be like grandsons roared loudly under the big sun with their throats, while the one-handed swords in their hands were doing stabs and provocations. It seemed simple, but in fact it was very simple. Actions.

These non-commissioned officers and even ordinary soldiers are the lucky ones who are fortunate enough to get the Elite Energy Sword. In the beginning, Fisher did not actually plan to let them train. In his opinion, a professional soldier should be able to handle his own equipment, but he underestimated it. It's the death of human beings.

Perhaps it was because of the first encounter with this kind of things like lightsabers in Star Wars. These sword-holders completely forgot the word caution and almost flew to Fisher with a sword. This is a trivial matter. A greasy middle-aged man like Sai Ke has evolved to show off his energy sword before cutting a watermelon for his little sister. As a result, he almost cut his own egg.

There were two other guys who felt that the white light of the energy sword was not domineering enough, and they knew how to make mechanical modifications, so they wanted to change the color of the energy sword, and then there was nothing. Two brave guys, one family member received 500,000 yuan. The other one is still alive and moisturizing, the kind that someone feeds every meal in the second half of his life.

According to Fisher, it means that he spends a lot of tickets to raise hundreds of thousands of combat troops every year for the sake of a greater vision, not to let these silly play games and crippling them to get the injury. Remnant subsidies.

So now they have a special heartfelt training. Because of the special grip of the energy sword, Fisher directly found a dozen masters of swordsmanship, and then compiled a set of swordsmanship suitable for energy swords. Now these are unlucky. Dan was crazy to become the first wave of apprentices in this set of swordsmanship, and Fisher even prepared a diploma for them.

   "They are really energetic!"

  Looking at the noise on the playground, Nick Fury, who put on a black trench coat, suddenly sighed in envy.

   "Sir!"

The agents who followed Nick Fury didn’t know what to say. The old, straight-backed King of Agents who used to provoke Fak’s lips has collapsed instantly since the S.H.I.E.L.D. Building was stationed by the joint agent NS.

The other party's eyes are still sharp, the fingers that pull the trigger are still sensitive, and the ears can still hear subtle movements, but the agents who are familiar with the marinated eggs know how much the other party's changes are, and they are taciturn, and they should not be cautious when communicating with subordinates. Be cautious. Whenever an agent reports information to him, the other person's eyes are like looking at the prisoner, which makes people shudder.

   "Let's go, today we estimate that everyone will not lose a few pieces of meat, I guess Fisher will not agree to our request!"

Nick Fury’s footsteps were slow. After coming out of the airport, he kept watching endlessly. The towering commercial buildings in downtown New Baghdad, the tall neon billboards, the clean streets, and the unfeeling There was a trace of dry air, and Nick Fury had to admit that during his years of squatting in the SHIELD building, although SHIELD had progressed, his perception of the outside world had declined a lot, and it was not because he was deaf and blind. , But S.H.I.E.L.D.'s collection of all kinds of information, all of which had to be handed over to him, but it seemed that the agents under his command had ignored a lot of things.

   "Please sit down, everyone!"

  Looking at Nick Fury, who was a lot more haggard than the last time we met, Fisher also had to feel that the hospital bed was also a battlefield. Looking at the other side, he should have lost more than 20 catties.

  "What do you want to drink, tea or wine?"

  "Coffee, thank you!" Nick Fury sat down on the sofa in the living room, shaking his hand at Fisher like the owner of his home.

   "Okay, c8, give me four coke, I have to chill!" Fisher took the intercom on the side and commanded to the service robot on the floor.

   "Sorry, I only have Coke!"

   "Huh..." Nick Fury looked at the other party with a smirk, and couldn't help but cough, "You are as always... angry... funny!"

   "No way, it's natural, young ladies and sisters all say that I am a humorous male god!"

  He was short of breath, and Nick Fury, who didn't know what to say, could only drink out the Coke sent by the robot, then threw the empty can into the trash can and said to the robot.

"Thank you for ten more cans! I'd better have some more snacks, I want Black Forest Tiramisu! By the way, what do you want to eat, don’t be polite, just order it casually, Atlas is a big business, a big family. , Can't compare with us, you are welcome!" The last few words he brought to himself said.

  And a group of former agents looked at their boss like a big eater, and then looked at Fisher's indifferent expression, they could only order some desserts casually.

"OK, just a second!"

   Soon a bunch of food and drink were brought over, and the marinated egg was also not polite, and the wind and the wind swept away the food, and then wiped his mouth unceremoniously, "Here is another one!"

"In other words, how long has it been since you have eaten? It won't happen. S.H.I. Incredible.

"I left it to Coelson. His team needs these funds more than I do now!" After eating and drinking enough, Nick Fury comfortably held a cup of freshly brewed tea, and began to taste it leisurely. .

   "Are you, you are going to completely disconnect from the other party?"

   "S.H.I.E.L.D. is no longer suitable for the current situation, and I am a dead person now, so it is better to contact less!"

   "Then you are about to open a new market!"

"Yes, so I came to you!" Nick Fury nodded. He has no money and no one, but there is a lot of information about the remnants of Hydra, but he can't give things to others, so he still He had to do it himself. Now his safe houses and small bases are basically in a disconnected state, and all he can count on is Fisher, who is quietly making a fortune.

   "Why don't you come to work for Atlas! We still lack talents like you!" Fisher admired Nick Fury's style of killing all enemies.

   "No, I have to solve this by myself. As for the rest, wait until the dust settles!" Nick Fury sat upright and looked at Fisher who was sitting opposite him.

   "We need manpower and equipment, as well as start-up funds, you can make a price!"

  (End of this chapter)