Vol 2 Chapter 11: Assistant Director

The video conference of the World Security Council soon ended. After the dismissal notice was issued, the directors impatiently withdrew one by one and closed the video communication link.
Looking at the dark screens, Nick Fury had mixed feelings for a while.
He shed blood for the country!
He gave his youth, his family, and an eye!
He has been fighting battles for the country since World War II, and now decades have passed. In order to protect the country, he, who has long been an old man, still works hard day and night like an energetic young man...
And what did he get?
There is only one sentence: "I'm sorry you have been fired, please understand."
Nick Fury clenched his fists, nails pierced into the flesh, and at this moment, the person who succeeded him patted him on the shoulder and said, "...I need an assistant to the chief, are you interested?"
Is this a mockery?
Is this contempt?
Is this a humiliation to a veteran?
Twenty or thirty years ago, perhaps the impulsive Nick Fury would be furious and hit the triumphant young man with a punch.
Now he can only hang his head and ignore it with a cold face, walk to the desk, and quietly start to pack things.
He buried himself in packing, and said to his old partner and good friend Alexander Pierce: "Alexander, help me find a paper box."
"Nick, you should consider Director Luo's suggestion."
Alexander persuaded: "You are a rare tactical expert, with unparalleled strategic mind, and also a top military expert. With rich combat experience and military knowledge, you are fully qualified for the job of assistant director..."
Nick interrupted him in a flat tone: "I plan to use my pension to buy an apartment in Queens. I will be an apartment lying down and collecting money. I will take the time to teach the young black youths who are sloppy there. I will save enough money. Go on vacation to the Jamaican coast..."
He raised his head: "This is a good retirement life, right?"
Alexander sighed, knowing that his old friend was suffering.
Luo Feng walked over, smiled and put his arms around his shoulders and said, "Mr. Fury, I sincerely suggest that you think about it again, because now I am the one who decides whether you can receive your pension."
With a "Gappa", a pen that Nick Fury was packing was broken by him.
"I have worked for the country all my life..."
"Those veterans who have been injured and retired on the battlefields in Afghanistan and Iraq have not received full pensions. Think about it this way, are you mentally balanced?"
Nick Fury sneered at the disgusting bureaucrat and shook his head slowly: "Neither the bullets nor the muzzle made me succumb. I am in good health now. Even without a penny of pension, I can live well. ."
"Um... not bad, not bad."
Luo Feng nodded: "This is called'lay-off and re-employment' in our country. It's just a start from scratch if you see success or failure in life."
Nick Fury could no longer bear his ridicule, and simply stopped packing up his personal belongings. Throw away these tatters!
He pushed Luo Feng away and strode towards the office door.
"I want to remind you, Mr. Fury."
When he went out, Luo Feng stopped him.
Director Luo stretched out his hand, raised two fingers, pointed at his eyes, and pointed at him: "I will always stare at you, lest you mix with your old friend in a tights with a skull pattern. Together, create some violent incidents that endanger national security."
His tone was serious: "Don't blame me for being merciless and sending you both to jail."
Nick Fury was going crazy. As a senior veteran who had fought for a lifetime, he didn't have any other skills to earn a living except for fighting.
After Luo Feng had hacked his pension, he went to find his old friend "The Punisher" Frank-Caso to partner with him as a mercenary.
In the end, the new director wanted to kill him. Is it necessary to force him to work odd jobs at the Golden Arches, KFC, and become a cashier in the supermarket before he would give up?
"Why do you have to let me be your assistant?"
Nick Fury turned back angrily, walked to Luo Feng, faced him face to face, and shouted at him, spitting on his face.
"First of all, in order to use your prestige to control SHIELD as soon as possible."
Luo Feng pointed his fingers and said: "Secondly, my Chinese identity will make some racially discriminatory agents not cooperate. There are quite a lot of such people in S.H.I.E.L.D., and I need your help to suppress them."
"Thirdly, my working style is relatively tough. You can act as a lubricant, lest the relationship between me and the agents below is too rigid to ease."
"Fourth, my understanding of SHIELD is basically based on data, and I need a senior person to help me get familiar with it..."
"fifth……"
"Enough is enough!"
Nick Fury waved his hand: "I see, I recommend to you the eighth-level agent Phil Coleson, he is the one you need."
"Mr. Colson is indeed very good. I have been in contact with him in the past two days, but I have other arrangements for him."
Luo Feng shook his head and said, "You should listen to my fifth reason."
"Okay, just say it."
"I have an idea to gather a group of extraordinary people and see what we can do. When they need us, we will fight..."
Nick Fury became more familiar with this passage as he listened, but he couldn't remember that he had seen or heard it there.
This new director's plan coincides with his own Avengers plan?
Nick Fury was aroused by this passage, and he saw the young director also pleasing to his eyes.
Is this what Huaxia people call "the heroes see the same thing"?
As a senior official of the U.S. government, with the rise of a great power in the East, Nick Fury also learned Chinese and began to try to understand the country’s culture in order to cope with possible future frictions between the U.S. and the great eastern countries.
"I hope you can help me build this team together."
Luo Feng stretched out his hand to him: "If you are willing to serve as the assistant to the chief, I will delegate a lot of authority to you. In S.H.I.
Nick Fury didn't stretch out his hand to hold him, frowning and thinking seriously for a long time, Luo Feng's hand hung in front of him, waiting until he came up with a result.
The old and new directors of SHIELD shook hands together.
"Okay." Assistant Director Fury said with a cold face: "For the sake of coincidence between you and me, I accept your offer."
Luo Feng nodded in satisfaction, and then changed his conversation: "It sounds like you have similar ideas. Have you started to operate? Are there suitable candidates? Have you formulated a complete plan? What is the logistics and organizational form? Is the leader of your company determined?"
He asked several questions in a row.
Nick Fury was quite satisfied with the work style of the new director. He entered the role of director very quickly and was very efficient. He immediately began to talk about work, which can be called vigorous and vigorous.
No wonder that the great eastern country has developed so fast over the years, as can be seen from the working style of the dispatched official.