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Chapter 277: Bloody Marathon

The only thing that S. H. I. E. L. D. could rely on to eliminate the Pillar Man was the newly revived Captain America.

In fact, there was still the Iron Man who was entrusted, but Tony was busy with something recently and kept refusing to pick up S. H. I. E. L. D.'s call. Therefore, Nick Fury could only pin his hopes on this legendary figure who had saved the United States several times.

"I need support!"

After a long silence, Steve finally broke the strange silence. He raised his head and looked straight at Nick Fury. His gaze was extremely oppressive as he said, "In the face of such an ancient monster, I alone can not stop them!"

"Of course."

Seeing that the Captain America had agreed, Nick Fury's tense expression eased slightly. He nodded and said, "I've already prepared for support. It's an elite special operation team. Coulson and Melinda, two high-level agent, what else do you need?"

"Weapons, information!"

Steve's eyes were unusually serious. He said in a low voice, "I need a more powerful weapon, as well as all the information about the Pillar man. You can't hide anything from me!"

"No problem, I can satisfy all your requests."

Nick Fury crossed his arms in front of his chest and said lightly, "And I only have one request, and that is to bring back the body of the Pillar Mans."

"You haven't given up yet?" Steve frowned and looked a little unhappy. He said, "Do you still insist on doing this kind of dangerous research after seeing that tragedy?"

"Captain Rogers..."

Nick Fury looked at him deeply and said meaningfully, "The human world is not as safe as you think. The Pillar man is not the first, nor will he be the last. All we can do is protect the human race at all costs. Do you understand?"

"To deal with the impending danger, study something more dangerous?" Steve looked at Nick Fury with a complicated expression. After seventy years of reunion, he suddenly felt that this comrade-in-arms in front of him had become very unfamiliar.

Nick Fury said calmly, "You are right."

Steve laughed at himself and asked, "Then have you ever thought that it was because you were studying these dangerous things?"

That was why you caused those dangers?

"This is a necessary method." Nick Fury remained unmoved and stubbornly said, "If this can protect humans, then no matter how dangerous it is, we must try to control it."

"But what if this thing brings even greater danger?"

"Then study stronger weapons to deal with greater danger!"

"Weapons and wars have already brought us great pain, but you still insist on developing without stopping. Do you think this is really correct?"

"I don't think my actions are wrong. At least I am protecting this world!"

Steve looked at Nick Fury sadly and sighed. "Such an idea is like a sad marathon running desperately while vomiting blood."

"Your description is very accurate."

Nick Fury exhaled heavily. He slowly stood up from his seat and looked at the sky outside the window. His voice was emotionless as he said, "But we are such pathetic creatures. We are full of ambition, desire, and despicable beggars."

In order to protect himself, he wanted to develop a powerful weapon.

However, a powerful weapon would attract even more powerful threats!

Wasn't it just a marathon that was still running while vomiting blood?

However, no one knew...

How long could this 'man' who vomited blood last?

"I'll go back and prepare."

Steve did not want to dwell too much on this issue. He got up and said, "In an hour, we will set off to Italy."

"Coulson, take the captain to prepare."

"Yes, Director."

The two left the office, and Hill followed closely behind. Only Nick Fury was left, watching the scenery outside the window.

"A marathon that vomits blood?"

There was a helpless look in the depths of Nick Fury's eyes. "Captain Rogers, Pandora's box... has long been opened by us. If we don't run with our lives on the line, the only thing waiting for humanity is... destruction!"

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The Hand Building.

In the afternoon, 3:50 PM.

An ordinary-looking large truck, as well as a dozen pitch-black anti-missile cars, drove along the main road of the city and entered the interior of the Hand Building.

Dozens of fully armed personnel in charge of escorting goods were removed from the huge frozen warehouse in the truck and then ordered back by Sitwell, driving away from the Hand.

Sitwell stood alone in the empty hall of the Hand. He rubbed his hands and said excitedly, "Dear lady Jessica, we have brought the gift we promised you."

Whoosh ---

In the shadows of the buildings, one ninja after another appeared.

The leading ninja in red, Erica, walked over. Her eyes fell on the huge frozen warehouse. After confirming that there were no problems with the goods, she waved her hand and said, "Carry it and send it to the underground palace."

Four ninjas walked over, lifted the huge frozen storage, and slowly blended into the shadows under the gaze of Sitwell.

"Do you have anything else to do?"

Erica glanced at the bald man and directly chased him away, "If there is nothing else, it is best not to disturb senior Jessica."

Just as she was about to chase him away after putting away her things, this operation really surprised Sitwell. He had to wipe the sweat on his forehead and carefully said, "Uh... Ms. Erica, Director Pierce still has a few gifts for me to personally hand to Ms. Jess."

Erica was silent for a moment and then said, "Come with me."

The two of them took the elevator and arrived at the lowest level of the palace.

When they walked through the palace again, Sitwell's actions were a little strange. His gaze remained on the murals all the time, as if he wanted to memorize all of them.

Erica ignored him. The two of them went to the end of the palace and then said to him, "Lady Jessica is inside. You can go in now."

"Thank you!"

Sitwell retracted his gaze from the mural. He smiled and nodded in thanks. Then, he pushed the door open and walked in.

Inside the bronze door.

As soon as Sitwell entered the door, he realized that something was wrong.

Jessica was not like last time, sitting on the bronze chair at the end of the long flight of stairs. Instead, there was a respectful guard at the side.

On the bronze chair sat a Western man wearing a white military uniform, with long golden hair and delicate facial features.

"Hydra?"

The man in the seat spoke.

Even though his voice was very soft, it was like a clap of thunder in the depths of Sitwell's heart, causing the latter's legs to go limp and he almost fell to his knees.

"Let me introduce you."

Jessica said indifferently, "This is an existence second only to His Majesty in the Wandenreich, Lord Jugram Haschwalth."