During Those Years When I Was A Marvel Superhero Chapter 16: Alternative plan

"What do you mean?" Nick heard Frank's question, and only one eye left staring at Frank meaningfully. ? fun? Text? Novel ww.ls520.

"Are you still so wholeheartedly trusting the government, and your superiors, that is, those who are in control." Frank said in a straightforward manner.

"Are you doubting the government? This is not a good soldier's idea." Although Nick said that, he focused his eyes on the wine in his glass.

Watching the liquid in the wine glass uncoil new ripples as it shakes slightly.

"You know what kind of embarrassment I faced in Vietnam at the time." Frank's eyes revealed a memory.

"Everyone is starting to evacuate that **** place, and no one wants to spend another day in that sultry rainforest."

"Our troops are scheduled to evacuate at the end, and our chief is a scumbag." Frank's words were calm, and there was not much tone fluctuation.

"My platoon was placed in the last evacuation position, but the evacuated helicopter was twelve hours later than the scheduled time."

"We were abandoned in the camp. When the time passed, everyone started to feel scared." Frank took a sip of mint sugarcane.

"Nick, you were so lucky that you were transferred to another company without staying with us at the last minute." Frank smiled lightly, wondering what the true meaning of this smile was.

Is it envious of Nick's luck, or is there a kind of sarcasm, or occasionally.

"In the penultimate hour before the evacuation, some people in our platoon have started to collapse. Everyone thinks that the above has abandoned us, and I have been motivating them."

"Various reasons, such as the weather reasons commonly used in flights. Ha!" Frank smiled bitterly.

"In the last seven hours before the evacuation, there were two companies, and about three hundred Vietnamese soldiers began to attack us."

"They seem to know that a US company that was stationed here has been evacuated cleanly, leaving only a dozen or so people who are still insignificant still standing inside."

Nick couldn't help but frown. "Why have you never told me this before?"

"Don't worry about Nick, let me finish." Frank waved his hand and motioned Nick Fury not to interrupt his story.

"A full of 300 Vietnamese soldiers offensive, and we **** only one row, fifteen soldiers, and there are 14 scared urine pants inside."

"The only good news is that the timid company commander left a large amount of weapons and ammunition in the camp to speed up when he withdrew."

Frank no longer drinks. He took out a cigar and handed it to Nick Fury, and he also brought one to himself.

"There is a soldier who suffers from severe war phobia. He is an Ivy League college student. His job should have been to be a good manager in a tall building in Manhattan, New York."

"But out of enthusiasm for the motherland, he decided to go to work after two years of military service after graduating from college."

The lighted cigar emits thick smoke, with a spice-burning smell, and people who are not used to it will find it very unacceptable.

But the people you like are as sweet as you are.

In the smoke, Frank ’s story continues. Nick Fury looked at Frank through the smoke and had an unreal feeling.

It seems that at a certain moment, this old friend is already dead, and this one in front of him is just his soul.

"This college student soldier is dead. The death is ugly. It is neither heroic nor glorious at all. It is different from what he imagined he would become a hero on the battlefield."

"He was killed by the enemy without any counterattack in fear. I still remember his death method, and the bullet shot from here." Frank pointed his finger at his cheek.

"Then he put it on the back of his head and cut off half of his skull. I still remember the temperature when his blood and brain splatters splashed on my face."

The cigar star fire is looming in the smoke.

"Everyone is dead, porcupines, college students, and others, they are all dead." Frank was not calm about talking about his true encounter.

Instead, it ’s more like telling the story of others, and it ’s boring to tell a story that should have been thrilling.

"In the end, only I survived. When the helicopter arrived, they only saw me with 27 bullets and more than 300 bodies."

"I know, I can't always be so lucky. The miracle of killing hundreds of Vietnamese soldiers and having twenty-seven bullets in the body before they die will not happen to me everyday."

"And our lagging willingness is very ridiculous, do you want to know?" Frank's smile had a terrible feeling.

"Because of that timid company commander, we deliberately forgot us in order to be able to board the ship back home early. And everyone chose to turn a blind eye."

Nick Fury shook his head, not sure if he was not convinced or unacceptable.

"It wasn't until the Vietnamese attacked us that the huge gunshots and the battle broke the peace that the superiors sent them down to investigate all this, and I also recovered my life."

"When I stepped on the ship back home, I found the company commander. On the Pacific Ocean, I used an empty space at night, knocked him down into the sea after being stunned, and pretended that he fell into the water. "

"No one knows what happened during a quiet night, but since that moment I have known that Frank Custer, a sergeant, is dead."

"Answering the questions you asked me before, why don't I tell you these." Frank's cigars have smoked a lot.

The whole room was filled with cigar smoke.

"Because pulling another person into **** does not give any relief to those who have already gone to hell, but there is another evil in the **** that robs him."

Frank's words were said with a smile, but the smile was indescribably obscure.

"So are you going to arrest me now, Director of S.H.I.E.L.D.?"

"No, SHIELD doesn't care about criminal cases." Nick Fury said expressionlessly.

"Then I should thank you." Frank said. "My trust in government and power has collapsed at that moment."

"So you chose to leave the front line and become an instructor?" Nick now understands a little bit, why Frank chose to retreat quickly when he was about to be promoted.

Although he later became a special warfare instructor for the Marine Corps, if Frank still insists on fighting in front-line combat troops.

Then the position he can get is much higher than being an instructor, and even becoming a Brigadier General Nick is no exception.

"The reason why I am the instructor is that I still keep my love for this country. I love this country. Until my family is killed and no justice is found after resorting to the law Frank Custer really died. "

Frank's words became somber at this moment. "The person standing in front of you is the punisher, he lives to punish the sins of the world."

"So I expect your help, you and your two apprentices." Nick Fury mentioned this topic again. "We have a lot of sins to fight, and many dangers to deal with."

"For those problems that ordinary policemen and soldiers cannot handle, we need special handling methods."

Frank shook his head. "You haven't understood Nick yet. Let me ask you again, do you think everything is still under your control?"

Before the Washington meeting, Nick Fury would probably confidently say that everything is under control.

But after the Washington meeting, Nick understood that his control of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s was far less firm than he had imagined.

Countless dark surges are hiding under this huge organization. The intricacies inside are enough to make any good secret service chief trouble.

"So what do you have in mind?" Nick Fury asked with some doubt.

"I believe you, Nick." Frank pressed the cigar that he was about to finish on the high-end red shirt wood furniture. "But I don't believe in the government."

"And you can't even guarantee that SHIELD is fully in your hands."

"So you mean refusing?" Nick said uncomfortably.

"It's not as simple as refusing." Frank shook his head. "There is a point in business investment that makes sense, not to put eggs in a basket."

Nick laughed a little gazed. "Business? Why don't I know when you still have a business mind?"

"This is not important, Nick Fury." Frank shook his head and said it was not the point. "The key is to understand that we need to have a back plan, whether it is you or me."

"Backup plan?" Nick Fury is a bit interested.

"You said you want to form a team? The Avengers or something?" Frank asked.

"It's Avengers." Nick corrected Frank's words.

"Okay, Avengers." Frank waved his hand carelessly. "So what do you think of a Secret Avengers?"

"Not controlled by the government ~ IndoMTL.com ~ And you may not be able to really control this team, but believe that my team will be more efficient than under S.H.I.E.L.D.'s supervision."

〃Because the people in this team have more conviction, as long as they are properly guided, they will explode with amazing potential 〃

〃You made me give up trusting the government and choose a brand army? 〃

"Because they are more enthusiastic, and they will fight for justice more, what do you think of as a backup plan?" Frank finished his eyes looking at Nick Fury.

Nick smiled, and the corner of his mouth started to rise. Maybe Frank is right, eggs cannot be put in a basket, and the back plan is important at all times.

A veteran of a hundred battles should plan for the worst, even if the consequence is what he least wants to happen, but he still has to face it.

secret avenger? It may not be a good choice, but it is also a good idea.

(Two changes, no more at night, no waiting.) (To be continued.)