Barbara was still peeling grapes for Aaron.
The two showed affection frequently, and Fury was thoroughly fed up.
Why did he feel like Barbara was taking the fake relationship seriously?
Could she have been subdued by the arrangent?
Fury couldn't help but beco vigilant. He secretly planned to have Sharon co over sooner to take her place, while also monitoring whether Barbara had defected.
If it was true...
Forget it.
Aaron chuckled. He leaned back, resting on the natural cushion, which felt like a large pogranate.
Seeing this, Fury kept giving Barbara aningful glances, but she ignored his signals.
Left with no choice, Fury could only speak again, "Perhaps we can cooperate further. Regarding Osborn Industries, we absolutely will not interfere, and we will even provide necessary protection and intel sharing."
Aaron closed his eyes contentedly. "How about this? I suggest you have soone you can absolutely trust focus on investigating Alexander Pierce."
"In addition to that, there are departnts responsible for personnel matters, such as the Quick Response Special Forces and S.H.I.E.L.D.'s subordinate academies."
"That's all for now. I hope you have a good dream tonight."
A good dream? I'm afraid I'll need sleeping pills to get through the next few days.
Fury secretly gritted his teeth.
He regretted coming to find Aaron.
Listen to what he just said?
Alexander Pierce is his ntor, the previous Director of S.H.I.E.L.D., and is currently working on the United Nations Security Council. He is also the Chairman of the Council.
Although he has left S.H.I.E.L.D., he still has his own exclusive office there even now.
The Quick Response Special Forces are S.H.I.E.L.D.'s specialized unit responsible for field missions. Every mber is the elite of the elite, and they are one of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s most crucial ard forces.
And the S.H.I.E.L.D. Academy is even more remarkable. It is mainly divided into the Academy of Science and Technology, the Academy of Communications, and the Academy of Operations, among others.
The Academy of Science and Technology is primarily intended to cultivate and guide the smartest brains in the world.
Without an IQ above 120, or a degree, don't even think about getting in.
The Academy of Communications is mainly responsible for cultivating talents in data analysis, communications, and networking. Upon graduation, they are imdiately absorbed into S.H.I.E.L.D. and assigned to various branch bases or the headquarters worldwide.
The Academy of Operations is mainly responsible for cultivating talents in combat operations, including command and frontline Agents. The elimination rate and death rate are extrely high.
Over the decades, the Academy has supplied S.H.I.E.L.D. with more than half of its Agents.
If the people Aaron ntioned have problems... the thought alone made his scalp tingle.
There are also other personnel departnts responsible for external recruitnt.
If Hydra really has moles planted in these departnts, is S.H.I.E.L.D. truly under his control?
The scope of the implication is vast, and the number of people involved is wide.
Checking them one by one is simply unrealistic.
Even Fury didn't know where to start at this mont.
No, to be precise, it's impossible to check them all.
When you find one cockroach in a room, countless others are certainly hidden in the darkness. It's impossible to distinguish or sort out.
It might be better to just tear off the roof and say goodbye to everyone.
Fury didn't know how he had left.
He looked at the still bright sun in the sky, yet he couldn't feel the slightest warmth, shivering all over.
"Is everything he said true? Or is he simply annoyed with and deliberately trying to make overthink things?" Fury's expression was volatile.
That's the drawback of being an Agent. Even if soone says sothing unintentionally, no matter how ridiculous, they must constantly think about it and speculate.
Regardless of whether it's true or false, it must be verified.
If it turns out to be false, a thorn will still remain in his heart.
If it's true...
Fury subconsciously glanced at the bulletproof car parked by the roadside.
They wouldn't have planted a bomb, would they?
A bus drove by, seemingly heading in his direction?
"Director, should we leave now?"
A bald man with glasses approached, his gaze sweeping over the upstairs, a respectful smile on his face.
He was S.H.I.E.L.D. Agent Jasper Sitwell.
More importantly, he was also a Genius who graduated from the academy.
He was now a Level seven S.H.I.E.L.D. Agent with high authority, and also the Field Operations Director for S.H.I.E.L.D.'s central headquarters.
He had been temporarily transferred to assist Coulson due to the Thor incident.
Fury instinctively guarded against him, feeling that this bald man didn't seem like a good person.
He found fault with everyone now.
If it were anyone else, Fury would only be sowhat suspicious. But the person speaking was Aaron, the God Among n, King of the gods.
If a God speaks, would you believe him or not?
Even if this God was a bit mischievous, he wouldn't dare to ignore it.
'Damn it, Aaron is truly not a human being.'
"Director?" Sitwell still wore a gentle smile.
"Are we still arranging for a Quinjet or..."
"No. Go to 219 West 47th Avenue, New York."
This used to be the headquarters until it was moved after the Triskelion Building was completed. But this Base was not abandoned, it remained one of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s most important branches.
Fury was about to get into the car when he imdiately paused. "You stay here and await further instructions, I'll go alone."
Sitwell nodded, watching the other party leave.
Fury was truly scared.
Before getting into the car, he subtly glanced around, conscientiously driving in a circle to check his rearview mirrors. He also used the reflection from his leather shoes to inspect the underside of the car. He only got in after confirming there were no problems.
It was a while before he drove off.
Although Sitwell was puzzled, he wasn't surprised.
In the Agent line of work, those who weren't vigilant would have long since taken a one-way flight to report to Heaven.
Of course, perhaps he would go to Hell in the future? Who knows?
Sitwell subtly adjusted his earpiece. "I'm right here, everything is normal."
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