Nick Fury lives in a single apartment near Constitution Avenue in Washington, D.C.

When the morning sun shone into the window, his body suddenly turned over and jumped up from the bed like a spring.

With his right hand reached to the cabinet at the head of the bed, pressing the alarm clock that was ready to make a harsh sound in time.

"Mom messed with Farke! You can't be late for joining the job on the first day!"

The young Fury quickly rushed into the bathroom while talking about the catchphrase.

It took ten minutes to complete his personal hygiene and he showed a mouthful of white teeth in the mirror.

Wear a normal suit and combed your hair into an adult-the next step can be omitted.

When Fury was studying, he found that he had the potential to become a black singer.

He once had an explosive head and held an electric guitar, and shouted at an event held by a community school, but was almost knocked off the stage.

From then on, Fury lost the singer's dream, shave off the explosive hair that was swollen like a cloud, and replaced it with a refreshing buzz cut.

Unfortunately, there is no rap form at present, and jazz and rock music are popular.

Otherwise, with Fury's racial talent, he might even debut as an idol.

"Give me a hot dog! Remember to add spicy meat sauce!"

Fury hurried out of the apartment and ran to the hot dog stall 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, and there is always an unpleasant smell floating in the corridor. Every now and then, there will be criminal incidents of robbery or theft.

The only benefit is probably that the rent is cheap enough.

"You look like you won the lottery."

The stall owner handed over the hot dog with a lot of spicy meat sauce, which was obviously a special treatment.

When he was extorted by gang members in the past, Fury helped and stopped the other party's behavior.

As a "note" in the mouth of a gangster, he is quite intimidating to those street gangsters.

"As about that. Rubio, who is your favorite star?"

Fury took a bite of the hot dog covered in sauce, and a satisfied expression appeared on his face.

"Betty Page! She's so sexy, I do it on her poster almost every day..."

"Male! I mean male star! Please, Rubio, I'm not interested in listening to you how you do traditional craftsmanship."

Fury quickly interrupted the other party. He also had a sexy poster of Betty Page at home, but at most he just took a few glances before going to bed and then tried to have a beautiful dream.

"Well, probably Clark Gable, I like his "One Night of Romance" very much."

The stall owner scratched his head. When talking about male stars, he did not talk about the excitement of female stars, and he acted calmly.

"Then you think I'm going to meet Clark Gable soon - to work for my admiration. What's the difference between this and winning a lottery?"

Fury showed excitement in his words.

"Then I would rather win the lottery!"

The stall owner muttered, he couldn't understand Fury's mood at all.

The latter didn't say much, and he could never spread the word that he was received by Superman everywhere.

"I wish you a wonderful day."

Fury quickly ate the calorie-enough breakfast, said goodbye to the hot dog stall owner, and stopped a taxi.

"It seems that I have to buy a car in the future. I don't know if there are any relevant subsidies for SHIELD employees."

With this idea, Fury stepped into the gate of SHIELD, just in time for the check-in at nine o'clock.

"Hello, I'm Nick Fury."

He followed the front desk guidance and took the elevator to the storage area of ​​the logistics department.

I received two sets of changing work uniforms, proved my identity and brand, and also had a gun and a fixed number of bullets.

Then, go to the personnel department to sign a confidentiality contract and complete the entry procedures through the process.

"Welcome to SHIELD, Agent Fury."

The management of the personnel department extended a hand and showed a certain degree of kindness.

"There is a task in the organization to give you."

A hint of surprise flashed in Fury's eyes. He didn't expect that he would receive the above task on the first day of work.

Is the working atmosphere of SHIELD so strong, and is the working environment so tense?

"Can I know what the mission is?"

Fury asked subconsciously.

He is currently an agent of the Intelligence Service.

As a newcomer who has just joined the company, he usually only takes several days to adapt and integrate into the group before he can formally participate in various actions.

"You'll find out soon."

The management of the personnel department stared at Nick Fury with envious eyes.

"This is a good thing that many people in SHIELD cannot expect!"

With questions, Fury followed the other party's instructions and came to the underground garage of SHIELD.

A very low-key black sedan turned on the headlight with a "bang" sound and shone on him.

The driver in military uniform handed over the key to Fury and said in a voice with honor: "This job will be handed over to you."

What job?

drive?

Fury took the key.

He thought he would be surveillance suspicious people and tracking dangerous tasks of foreign spies, but he didn't expect to be a driver.

Nick Fury, who wanted to achieve some results, was immediately bored.

"By the way, there are still some questions that you need to answer."

The driver took out a note and recited: "Do you have a driver's license? How many years of driving experience? Is the skill good enough? Will... bend the drainage channel?"

Nowadays, people need to learn to pass through drainage channels?

Nick Fury looked 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 lowered, revealing a young face.

It was Luke himself.

He smiled at the corner of his mouth, looking at Nick Fury, who was surprised and looked like a Sichuan opera change, and said softly: "You don't seem very willing, Agent Fury?"

"No, no! Lieutenant General Cavill, I used to do odd jobs in a car repair shop. Not only can I drive, but I am also an old driver!"

When Nick Fury learned that he was a driver for Superman, his mood was like a roller coaster, rising and falling, rising and falling.

He was instantly full of yearning for this job.

His mouth was like a cannon, and he spit out a long sentence: "As for the bend of the drainage channel... I have not tried it for the time being, but if there are requirements for this, I can go back and practice for a few days. This should not be a very difficult skill!"

"Then get in the car, Agent Fury."

Luke waved without comment and said with a smile: "I'm going to attend the Pentagon's midday meeting, I hope you won't let me be late."

Furila opened the car door and sat in.

Insert the key, hold the steering wheel, ignite and preheat, and start the engine.

Perhaps because of the nervousness, the black sedan trembled violently.

Swing back and forth, swaying left and right.

"Sorry, Lieutenant General Cavill, I'm a little... nervous!"

The young Fury was sweating profusely. He observed Luke's expression through the rearview mirror and found that the other party was not dissatisfied, so he relaxed in his heart.

"I began to worry a little about my personal safety - it should be the body safety of the vehicle. Agent Fury."
Chapter completed!