American comics: Starting with Luke the Maker

Nick Fury hung up the phone, his dark face thoughtful. Originally, he wanted to "interrogate" Luke, after all, the other party's security team had indeed stirred up some waves in the underworld these days. Especially today, there was even an explosion suspected to be a high-powered weapon, causing damage to many buildings.

But he didn't expect the other party to be so eloquent and turn the tables on him, leaving him speechless. Nick Fury even had to help find excuses, clean up the battlefield, and handle the aftermath.

Of course, this was also related to the fact that Nick Fury never really intended to go against Luke in the first place, but just gave a routine warning. But what he didn't expect was the message and the incomprehensible numerical code that the other party provided him before hanging up.

Ding!

Nick Fury's private, hidden email notification sounded. Nick Fury picked up his phone and opened his email. A huge compressed file appeared in front of Nick Fury. He entered the numerical code Luke had given him earlier as the decryption password and quickly saw the large amount of information Luke had sent him.

It contained various human experiment images, as well as the financial flows and official identities of many illegal organizations, and incomplete human enhancement technology information.

Nick Fury looked at it all with a calm expression. The miserable state of those human test subjects in the pictures was indeed unbearable to witness, looking extremely tragic and pitiful, inspiring compassion. But such emotions would never appear in Nick Fury. He had seen more cruel and tragic scenes. Everything he had experienced made him maintain a sense of vigilance towards everyone at all times, as well as a habit of keeping a backup plan when facing anything.

He didn't have the kind of moral values defined by the general public. He would only weigh the pros and cons while maintaining a certain so-called bottom line. This so-called bottom line was his pursuit of world security.

Then, a few words on the document abruptly broke into Nick Fury's intact single eye. Those words seemed to possess a mysterious power, causing the previously composed and calm Nick Fury to instantly change his expression. At this moment, Nick Fury's face was no longer the kind of nonchalant expression he had before, but he very carefully began to read through the intelligence information Luke had sent him from the beginning.

...

"Director, you called me?" Agent Hill pushed the door open and asked Nick Fury, who was sitting in his office chair with his eyes closed to rest.

Nick Fury opened his eyes and stared at Hill, who had entered, for a long time, before finally speaking under the other party's consistently calm expression: "Agent Hill, do you know Ophelia Sarkissian?"

"Ophelia Sarkissian?" Agent Hill softly repeated the name, thinking and saying: "There is no very detailed information about her in S.H.I.E.L.D. She is a figure in the underworld, with her own organization, but the scale is not large according to intelligence. She herself is not worth paying attention to. It is only known that she seems to be a master proficient in concocting toxins."

"I need more detailed intelligence about her. Can you find it?" Nick Fury looked at Agent Hill seriously. The information Luke had provided was obviously more comprehensive and detailed than what Agent Hill had. But Nick Fury's nature determined that he would not easily believe a person or a thing. Before believing a person or a thing, he needed to conduct a lot of investigation and comparison at least.

Agent Hill nodded upon hearing this.

"I mean, try not to use S.H.I.E.L.D.'s internal forces as much as possible." Nick Fury's one eye stared at Hill's face, and he said seriously.

Nick Fury's words made Hill raise her eyebrows in surprise. She subconsciously analyzed and deduced the words of her own director. Soon, she deduced the answer in her heart: Her own director could not trust the internal intelligence system, or some people in it. Did something go wrong with Ophelia Sarkissian's intelligence, causing her own director to begin to suspect the inside?

Hill slowly nodded again, indicating that she understood Nick Fury's meaning.

Watching Hill's figure disappear outside the door, Nick Fury clenched his hands tightly. He didn't expect that he would see the name of that organization again today, on intelligence handed over by an outsider.

Hydra!

Ophelia Sarkissian is a high-level member of Hydra!

If this information is confirmed, then Nick Fury has to suspect that the Hydra he thought he had wiped out was actually just hiding! This organization that should have disappeared is still active in the underground world! What's even more terrifying is that they seem to have a layer of network that can filter their information, allowing them to hide themselves under S.H.I.E.L.D.'s intelligence system.

What does this represent?

It means that within S.H.I.E.L.D., or rather, within the official intelligence community, there are people with sufficient status who are helping to filter and conceal their information.

"It's time to speed up the plan."

Nick Fury muttered to himself thoughtfully.

...

A beautiful and charming girl greeted Ben Parker, who was sitting on the sofa reading a newspaper, and Aunt May, who was cleaning the room, and then went straight to Peter Parker's room, barging in amidst the exclamation of a boy in the room. Faced with the familiar girl, Ben Parker and Aunt May both behaved very normally, as if they were already used to it.

"Look what I brought you?"

Gwen Stacy sat on Peter Parker's somewhat messy bed, her pale fingers waving the two long strips of paper she was holding back and forth in front of Peter Parker's eyes.

"Stark Expo tickets?"

Peter Parker reached out and took the paper from Gwen Stacy's hand, glanced at it, and his eyes overflowed with bright surprise. He looked up, looking at the girl with some excitement.

"You've said many times that you wanted these tickets. It just so happens that my dad knows someone at Hebron, so I asked him to use his connections to get two. Not VIP seats! But they're still good seats." Gwen Stacy said as lightly as possible in front of the excited teenager.

"You're the best, Gwen!" Peter Parker walked back and forth in his somewhat small room with a happy face, muttering to himself and gesticulating. Gwen Stacy, who was on the side, did not disturb him in his excited state, but just crossed her legs, with one elbow resting on her raised thigh, her palm supporting her chin, and her eyes watching Peter with a smile, listening to his muttering.

Peter Parker, who was in high spirits, suddenly remembered Gwen's existence, and quickly stopped his steps and his muttering. When he looked in the direction of Gwen, he was stirred by Gwen's gentle expression at this moment.

"I heard you received an extracurricular practice invitation from Hebron?" Peter Parker turned his head, not daring to meet Gwen's gaze, and asked somewhat stutteringly.