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Nick Fury lives in a single apartment near Constitution Avenue in Washington, DC.
When the morning sun shines through the window, his body is like a spring, and he suddenly jumps from the bed.
He stretched his right hand to the bedside cabinet and pressed the alarm clock in time to make a harsh sound.
"Mom messing with Fak! You can't be late for the first day of employment!"
Young Fury rushed into the bathroom as he spoke his catchphrase.
It took ten minutes to complete personal hygiene, and he bared his white teeth in the mirror.
Put on a normal suit and comb your hair like an adult-the next step can be omitted.
When Fury used to study, he found that he had the potential to become a black singer.
He once kept an exploded head, holding an electric guitar, screaming at an event organized by a community school, and was almost knocked off the stage.
From then on, Fury lost his dream of being a singer, shaved off the exploding hair that swelled like a cloud, and replaced it with a refreshing bun.
It's a pity that there is no rap form yet, and jazz and rock music are popular.
Otherwise, Efrey’s racial talent might make his debut as an idol.
"A hot dog! Remember to add chili sauce!"
Fury hurried out of the apartment and ran to the hot dog stand across the street to buy a breakfast.
He lives in a black African-American community and the environment is not good.
Gang members are rampant, there is always an unpleasant smell in the corridors, and there will be criminal incidents of robbery or theft every other time.
The only advantage is that the rent is cheap enough.
"You look like you have won the lottery jackpot."
The stall owner handed over a generous portion of hot dogs with chili sauce, which was obviously a special treatment.
When he was blackmailed by gang members before, Fury helped to stop the other party's behavior.
As the "strip" in the mouth of the gang, he has a deterrent effect on those street gangsters.
"Similar to that. Rubio, who is your favorite star?"
Ferry took a bite of the sauce-filled hot dog, with a contented expression on his face.
"Betty Peggy! She is so sexy, I do to her poster almost every day..."
"Male! I mean male celebrities! Come on, Rubio, I'm not interested in hearing how you do traditional craftsmanship."
Fury quickly interrupted the other party. He also had Betty Peggy's **** posters at home, but at most he would look at it a few times before going to bed, and then try to have a charming dream.
"Uh, it's probably Clark Gable. I like his "One Night Love" very much."
The stall owner scratched his head. Speaking of male stars, he didn't talk about the excitement of female stars, and he was very calm.
"Then you can think that I'm going to meet Clark Gable soon-working for my admirer. How is this different from winning the lottery?"
Between Ferry's words, he showed excitement.
"Then I would rather win the lottery!"
The stall owner murmured, he couldn't understand Fury's mood at all.
The latter didn't say much, it was impossible for him to publicize the fact that he was received by Superman everywhere.
"I wish you have a nice day."
Fury quickly ate the calorie-rich breakfast, bid farewell to the hot dog vendor, and stopped a taxi.
"It seems that I have to buy a car in the future. I don't know if the staff of S.H.I.E.L.D. have any relevant subsidies."
With this thought, Fury stepped into the gate of S.H.I.E.L.D., just in time to clock in at nine o'clock.
"Hello, this is Nick Fury."
He followed the instructions from the front desk and took the elevator to the warehouse area of the logistics department.
I received two sets of work uniforms to prove his identity, a gun and a fixed number of bullets.
After that, go to the personnel department to sign a confidentiality contract and go through the process to complete the entry formalities.
"Welcome to SHIELD, Agent Fury."
The management of the personnel department reached out and showed a certain degree of goodwill.
"There is a task for you in the organization."
A hint of surprise flashed in Fury's eyes. He didn't expect to receive the above task on the first day of work.
Is the working atmosphere of S.H.I.E.L.D. so strong and the working environment so tense?
"May I know what the task is?"
Fury asked subconsciously.
He is currently an agent of the Intelligence Service.
As a newcomer, it usually takes a few days to adapt and integrate into the group before they formally participate in various actions.
"You will know soon."
The management of the personnel department looked at Nick Fury with a blank face with envy.
"This is a good thing that many people in SHIELD are not looking forward to!"
Ferry, who was full of doubts, came to the underground garage of S.H.I.E.L.D. Bureau according to the other party's instructions.
A rather low-key black car turned on the headlights with a "pop" and shone on him.
The driver in military uniform handed over the keys to Fury, and said in a voice with a sense of honor: "This job is for you."
What job?
Drive?
Fury took the key.
He thought it would be a dangerous mission to monitor suspicious persons and track foreign spies, but he did not expect to be a driver for someone.
Nick Fury, who wanted to make some achievements, suddenly seemed a little dull.
"Right, there are still some questions you need to answer."
The driver took out a piece of paper and read: "Do you have a driver's license? How many years of driving experience? Is the skill good enough? Will it... the drain has a bend?"
If you drive a car these years, you still have to learn to drain a bend?
Nick Fury was speechless and didn't know how to answer.
"Agent Fury, you are not driving for ordinary people. As the driver of Lieutenant General Cavill, you have very high technical requirements."
The driver frowned slightly and said seriously.
At this time, the car window was lowered, revealing a young face.
It was Luke himself.
With a smile at the corner of his mouth, he looked at Nick Fury, who looked like a face in a Sichuan opera and showed surprise, and said softly: "You don't seem to be very willing, Agent Fury?"
"No, no! Lieutenant General Cavill, I used to work odd jobs in a garage. Not only can I drive, but I'm also an old driver!"
Knowing that he was driving Superman, Nick Fury's mood was like riding a roller coaster, ups and downs, ups and downs.
He is full of yearning for this job in an instant.
With his mouth like a lianzhu gun, he spit out a long paragraph: "As for the bend of the drain...I haven't tried it for the time being, but if there are requirements in this regard, I can go back and practice for a few days. This should not be a difficult technique! "
"Then get in the car~www.novelhall.com~Agent Fury."
Luke beckoned noncommittal and smiled and said, "I'm going to the Pentagon lunch meeting. I hope you won't let me be late."
Freila opened the door and sat in.
Insert the key, hold the steering wheel, preheat the ignition, and start the engine.
Perhaps because of nervousness, the black car quaked violently.
Sway back and forth, swing left and right.
"Sorry, Lieutenant General Cavill, I'm a little... nervous!"
The young Fury was sweating profusely. He looked at Luke's expression through the rearview mirror and found that the other party did not have any dissatisfaction, and his heart relaxed.
"I started to worry a little about my personal safety-it should be the safety of the car body. Agent Fury."
Luke's eyes flashed and he said gently.
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Nick Fury lives in a single apartment near Constitution Avenue in Washington, DC.
When the morning sun shines through the window, his body is like a spring, and he suddenly jumps from the bed.
He stretched his right hand to the bedside cabinet and pressed the alarm clock in time to make a harsh sound.
"Mom messing with Fak! You can't be late for the first day of employment!"
Young Fury rushed into the bathroom as he spoke his catchphrase.
It took ten minutes to complete personal hygiene, and he bared his white teeth in the mirror.
Put on a normal suit and comb your hair like an adult-the next step can be omitted.
When Fury used to study, he found that he had the potential to become a black singer.
He once kept an exploded head, holding an electric guitar, screaming at an event organized by a community school, and was almost knocked off the stage.
From then on, Fury lost his dream of being a singer, shaved off the exploding hair that swelled like a cloud, and replaced it with a refreshing bun.
It's a pity that there is no rap form yet, and jazz and rock music are popular.
Otherwise, Efrey’s racial talent might make his debut as an idol.
"A hot dog! Remember to add chili sauce!"
Fury hurried out of the apartment and ran to the hot dog stand across the street to buy a breakfast.
He lives in a black African-American community and the environment is not good.
Gang members are rampant, there is always an unpleasant smell in the corridors, and there will be criminal incidents of robbery or theft every other time.
The only advantage is that the rent is cheap enough.
"You look like you have won the lottery jackpot."
The stall owner handed over a generous portion of hot dogs with chili sauce, which was obviously a special treatment.
When he was blackmailed by gang members before, Fury helped to stop the other party's behavior.
As the "strip" in the mouth of the gang, he has a deterrent effect on those street gangsters.
"Similar to that. Rubio, who is your favorite star?"
Ferry took a bite of the sauce-filled hot dog, with a contented expression on his face.
"Betty Peggy! She is so sexy, I do to her poster almost every day..."
"Male! I mean male celebrities! Come on, Rubio, I'm not interested in hearing how you do traditional craftsmanship."
Fury quickly interrupted the other party. He also had Betty Peggy's **** posters at home, but at most he would look at it a few times before going to bed, and then try to have a charming dream.
"Uh, it's probably Clark Gable. I like his "One Night Love" very much."
The stall owner scratched his head. Speaking of male stars, he didn't talk about the excitement of female stars, and he was very calm.
"Then you can think that I'm going to meet Clark Gable soon-working for my admirer. How is this different from winning the lottery?"
Between Ferry's words, he showed excitement.
"Then I would rather win the lottery!"
The stall owner murmured, he couldn't understand Fury's mood at all.
The latter didn't say much, it was impossible for him to publicize the fact that he was received by Superman everywhere.
"I wish you have a nice day."
Fury quickly ate the calorie-rich breakfast, bid farewell to the hot dog vendor, and stopped a taxi.
"It seems that I have to buy a car in the future. I don't know if the staff of S.H.I.E.L.D. have any relevant subsidies."
With this thought, Fury stepped into the gate of S.H.I.E.L.D., just in time to clock in at nine o'clock.
"Hello, this is Nick Fury."
He followed the instructions from the front desk and took the elevator to the warehouse area of the logistics department.
I received two sets of work uniforms to prove his identity, a gun and a fixed number of bullets.
After that, go to the personnel department to sign a confidentiality contract and go through the process to complete the entry formalities.
"Welcome to SHIELD, Agent Fury."
The management of the personnel department reached out and showed a certain degree of goodwill.
"There is a task for you in the organization."
A hint of surprise flashed in Fury's eyes. He didn't expect to receive the above task on the first day of work.
Is the working atmosphere of S.H.I.E.L.D. so strong and the working environment so tense?
"May I know what the task is?"
Fury asked subconsciously.
He is currently an agent of the Intelligence Service.
As a newcomer, it usually takes a few days to adapt and integrate into the group before they formally participate in various actions.
"You will know soon."
The management of the personnel department looked at Nick Fury with a blank face with envy.
"This is a good thing that many people in SHIELD are not looking forward to!"
Ferry, who was full of doubts, came to the underground garage of S.H.I.E.L.D. Bureau according to the other party's instructions.
A rather low-key black car turned on the headlights with a "pop" and shone on him.
The driver in military uniform handed over the keys to Fury, and said in a voice with a sense of honor: "This job is for you."
What job?
Drive?
Fury took the key.
He thought it would be a dangerous mission to monitor suspicious persons and track foreign spies, but he did not expect to be a driver for someone.
Nick Fury, who wanted to make some achievements, suddenly seemed a little dull.
"Right, there are still some questions you need to answer."
The driver took out a piece of paper and read: "Do you have a driver's license? How many years of driving experience? Is the skill good enough? Will it... the drain has a bend?"
If you drive a car these years, you still have to learn to drain a bend?
Nick Fury was speechless and didn't know how to answer.
"Agent Fury, you are not driving for ordinary people. As the driver of Lieutenant General Cavill, you have very high technical requirements."
The driver frowned slightly and said seriously.
At this time, the car window was lowered, revealing a young face.
It was Luke himself.
With a smile at the corner of his mouth, he looked at Nick Fury, who looked like a face in a Sichuan opera and showed surprise, and said softly: "You don't seem to be very willing, Agent Fury?"
"No, no! Lieutenant General Cavill, I used to work odd jobs in a garage. Not only can I drive, but I'm also an old driver!"
Knowing that he was driving Superman, Nick Fury's mood was like riding a roller coaster, ups and downs, ups and downs.
He is full of yearning for this job in an instant.
With his mouth like a lianzhu gun, he spit out a long paragraph: "As for the bend of the drain...I haven't tried it for the time being, but if there are requirements in this regard, I can go back and practice for a few days. This should not be a difficult technique! "
"Then get in the car~www.novelhall.com~Agent Fury."
Luke beckoned noncommittal and smiled and said, "I'm going to the Pentagon lunch meeting. I hope you won't let me be late."
Freila opened the door and sat in.
Insert the key, hold the steering wheel, preheat the ignition, and start the engine.
Perhaps because of nervousness, the black car quaked violently.
Sway back and forth, swing left and right.
"Sorry, Lieutenant General Cavill, I'm a little... nervous!"
The young Fury was sweating profusely. He looked at Luke's expression through the rearview mirror and found that the other party did not have any dissatisfaction, and his heart relaxed.
"I started to worry a little about my personal safety-it should be the safety of the car body. Agent Fury."
Luke's eyes flashed and he said gently.
, The fastest update of the latest chapters of Superman!Nick Fury lives in a single apartment near Constitution Avenue in Washington, DC.When the morning sun shines through the window, his body is like a spring, and he suddenly jumps from the bed.He stretched his right hand to the bedside cabinet and pressed the alarm clock in time to make a harsh sound."Mom messing with Fak! You can't be late for the first day of employment!"Young Fury rushed into the bathroom as he spoke his catchphrase.It took ten minutes to complete personal hygiene, and he bared his white teeth in the mirror.Put on a normal suit and comb your hair like an adult-the next step can be omitted.When Fury used to study, he found that he had the potential to become a black singer.He once kept an exploded head, holding an electric guitar, screaming at an event organized by a community school, and was almost knocked off the stage.From then on, Fury lost his dream of being a singer, shaved off the exploding hair that swelled like a cloud, and replaced it with a refreshing bun.It's a pity that there is no rap form yet, and jazz and rock music are popular.Otherwise, Efrey's racial talent might make his debut as an idol."A hot dog! Remember to add chili sauce!"Fury hurried out of the apartment and ran to the hot dog stand across the street to buy a breakfast.He lives in a black African-American community and the environment is not good.Gang members are rampant, there is always an unpleasant smell in the corridors, and there will be criminal incidents of robbery or theft every other time.The only advantage is that the rent is cheap enough."You look like you have won the lottery jackpot."The stall owner handed over a generous portion of hot dogs with chili sauce, which was obviously a special treatment.When he was blackmailed by gang members before, Fury helped to stop the other party's behavior.As the "strip" in the mouth of the gang, he has a deterrent effect on those street gangsters."Similar to that. Rubio, who is your favorite star?"Ferry took a bite of the sauce-filled hot dog, with a contented expression on his face."Betty Peggy! She is so sexy, I do to her poster almost every day...""Male! I mean male celebrities! Come on, Rubio, I'm not interested in hearing how you do traditional craftsmanship."Fury quickly interrupted the other party. He also had Betty Peggy's **** posters at home, but at most he would look at it a few times before going to bed, and then try to have a charming dream."Uh, it's probably Clark Gable. I like his "One Night Love" very much."The stall owner scratched his head. Speaking of male stars, he didn't talk about the excitement of female stars, and he was very calm."Then you can think that I'm going to meet Clark Gable soon-working for my admirer. How is this different from winning the lottery?"Between Ferry's words, he showed excitement."Then I would rather win the lottery!"The stall owner murmured, he couldn't understand Fury's mood at all.The latter didn't say much, it was impossible for him to publicize the fact that he was received by Superman everywhere."I wish you have a nice day."Fury quickly ate the calorie-rich breakfast, bid farewell to the hot dog vendor, and stopped a taxi."It seems that I have to buy a car in the future. I don't know if the staff of S.H.I.E.L.D. have any relevant subsidies."With this thought, Fury stepped into the gate of S.H.I.E.L.D., just in time to clock in at nine o'clock."Hello, this is Nick Fury."He followed the instructions from the front desk and took the elevator to the warehouse area of the logistics department.I received two sets of work uniforms to prove his identity, a gun and a fixed number of bullets.After that, go to the personnel department to sign a confidentiality contract and go through the process to complete the entry formalities."Welcome to SHIELD, Agent Fury."The management of the personnel department reached out and showed a certain degree of goodwill."There is a task for you in the organization."A hint of surprise flashed in Fury's eyes. He didn't expect to receive the above task on the first day of work.Is the working atmosphere of S.H.I.E.L.D. so strong and the working environment so tense?"May I know what the task is?"Fury asked subconsciously.He is currently an agent of the Intelligence Service.As a newcomer, it usually takes a few days to adapt and integrate into the group before they formally participate in various actions."You will know soon."The management of the personnel department looked at Nick Fury with a blank face with envy."This is a good thing that many people in SHIELD are not looking forward to!"Ferry, who was full of doubts, came to the underground garage of S.H.I.E.L.D. Bureau according to the other party's instructions.A rather low-key black car turned on the headlights with a "pop" and shone on him.The driver in military uniform handed over the keys to Fury, and said in a voice with a sense of honor: "This job is for you."What job?Drive?Fury took the key.He thought it would be a dangerous mission to monitor suspicious persons and track foreign spies, but he did not expect to be a driver for someone.Nick Fury, who wanted to make some achievements, suddenly seemed a little dull."Right, there are still some questions you need to answer."The driver took out a piece of paper and read: "Do you have a driver's license? How many years of driving experience? Is the skill good enough? Will it... the drain has a bend?"If you drive a car these years, you still have to learn to drain a bend?Nick Fury was speechless and didn't know how to answer."Agent Fury, you are not driving for ordinary people. As the driver of Lieutenant General Cavill, you have very high technical requirements."The driver frowned slightly and said seriously.At this time, the car window was lowered, revealing a young face.It was Luke himself.With a smile at the corner of his mouth, he looked at Nick Fury, who looked like a face in a Sichuan opera and showed surprise, and said softly: "You don't seem to be very willing, Agent Fury?""No, no! Lieutenant General Cavill, I used to work odd jobs in a garage. Not only can I drive, but I'm also an old driver!"Knowing that he was driving Superman, Nick Fury's mood was like riding a roller coaster, ups and downs, ups and downs.He is full of yearning for this job in an instant.With his mouth like a lianzhu gun, he spit out a long paragraph: "As for the bend of the drain...I haven't tried it for the time being, but if there are requirements in this regard, I can go back and practice for a few days. This should not be a difficult technique! ""Then get in the car~www.novelhall.com~Agent Fury."Luke beckoned noncommittal and smiled and said, "I'm going to the Pentagon lunch meeting. I hope you won't let me be late."Freila opened the door and sat in.Insert the key, hold the steering wheel, preheat the ignition, and start the engine.Perhaps because of nervousness, the black car quaked violently.Sway back and forth, swing left and right."Sorry, Lieutenant General Cavill, I'm a little... nervous!"The young Fury was sweating profusely. He looked at Luke's expression through the rearview mirror and found that the other party did not have any dissatisfaction, and his heart relaxed."I started to worry a little about my personal safety-it should be the safety of the car body. Agent Fury."Luke's eyes flashed and he said gently.
