Chapter 462

"Loyalty! Sincerity! "

"Regiment! Knot! "

On the big playground of atlas mother base, a row of big men wearing protective gear are practicing chopping with their strange one handed swords under the gaze of the instructor in front.

"Didn't you eat? Speak up! "If"

"Loyalty! Sincerity! "

"Regiment! Knot! "

While the elite sergeants who were trained like grandson roared loudly in the sun, the one handed sword in their hands was also doing a set of seemingly simple, but actually very simple actions, such as splitting and pricking.

These non commissioned officers and even ordinary soldiers were lucky enough to get the elite energy sword. At the beginning, Fisher didn't intend to let them train. In his opinion, a professional soldier should be able to handle his equipment, but it's a pity that he underestimated people's lethality.

Maybe it's because they first came into contact with something like a lightsaber in Star Wars. These sword holders completely forgot the word caution and almost flew to Fisher with a sword. It's a little fun. Greasy middle-aged men like SECCO have evolved to show their energy sword before cutting watermelon for their little sister. As a result, he almost cut his eggs.

Two other guys felt that the white light of the energy sword was not aggressive enough. In addition, they would also make some mechanical transformation, so they wanted to change the color of the energy sword, and then there was no more. One of the two bold guys received a family settlement fee of 500000, and the other was alive and nourished. Every meal in the second half of their life was fed by someone.

According to Fisher's words, he spends a lot of money to support more than 100000 combat troops every year for a larger vision, not for these Han Han to play dead and disabled themselves and receive the disability and death allowance.

So now they have special love training. Because of the special holding method of energy sword, Fisher directly found more than a dozen swordsmanship masters, and then compiled a set of swordsmanship suitable for energy sword. Now these unlucky people are crazy becoming the first wave of apprentices of this set of swordsmanship, and Fisher also prepared their graduation certificate.

"They are really energetic!"

Looking at the noise on the playground, Nick Frey, who changed into a black windbreaker, suddenly sighed with envy.

"Sir!"

The agents behind Nick Frey didn't know what to say. Once his mother provoked FAK to talk. The straight old king of agents collapsed instantly after the Divine Shield building was stationed by the joint secret service team.

The eyes of the other party are still sharp, the fingers that pull the trigger are still sensitive, and the ears can still hear a very slight wind and grass movement. However, the agents familiar with the marinated eggs know how much the other party has changed. They are silent. They can't be cautious when communicating with their subordinates. Whenever the special worker reports information to him, the other party's eyes are like looking at the prisoner, which makes people shudder.

"Let's go. We don't expect everyone to drop a few pieces of meat today. I don't think Fisher will agree to our request!"

Nick Furui's pace is very slow. After he came out of the airport, he has been watching all the time. The towering business buildings, tall neon billboards, clean streets and no dry air in the new Baghdad urban area. Nick Furui has to admit that despite the development and progress of the s.h.i.e.l.d, However, his perception of the outside world has decreased a lot. It is not that he is deaf and blind, but that the s.h.i.e.l.e.l.d. collects all kinds of information. These intelligence are to be handed over to him, but it seems that his agents ignore a lot of things.

"Please sit down, everyone!"

Looking at Nick Fury, who was haggard than the last time he met, Fisher had to sigh that the hospital bed was also a battlefield. Looking at each other's appearance, he should have lost more than 20 kilograms.

"What would you like to drink, tea or wine?"

"Coffee, thank you!" Nick Fury sat down on the sofa in the reception hall and shook his hand at Fisher like the owner of his home.

"OK, C8, give me four cokes, iced!" Fisher took the phone aside and commanded the service robot on the floor.

"Sorry, I only have Coke!"

"Hum..." Nick Fury looked at each other with a bad smile and coughed, "you're still as... Angry... Funny as ever!"

"I can't help it. I'm born. Young ladies and sisters say I'm a humorous male god!"

In a moment of anger, Nick Fury, who didn't know what to say, could only drink the coke sent by the robot angrily, then throw the empty can into the trash can and say to the robot.

"Please give me ten more cans! Better have some more dessert. I want black forest tiramisu! By the way, whatever you want to eat, don't be polite. Make yourself at home. Atlas is a big enterprise and has a big business. It can't compare with us. Don't be polite! " He said the last few words to his subordinates.

A group of former agents looked at their boss as a big eater, and then looked at Fisher's indifferent expression. They could only order some dessert casually.

"OK, just a moment, please!"

Soon another pile of food and drink was sent over, and the marinated eggs were impolite. They swept away the food, and then impolitely wiped their mouth, "another one!"

"In other words, how long haven't you eaten? It's not. The s.h.i.e.l.e.l.d. has been dissolved. Your small Treasury should still be there!" Looking at each other as a starving ghost, Fisher looked incredible.

"I left it all to Colson. His team needs these funds more than I do now!" After eating and drinking enough, Nick Fury comfortably took a cup of freshly brewed tea and tasted it leisurely.

"Are you, and the other party to completely cut off contact?"

"The Divine Shield bureau is no longer suitable for the current situation, and I'm a dead man now, so I'd better keep in touch!"

"Then you're going to open a new opening!"

"Yes, so I came to you!" Nick Fury nodded. He has no money and no one, but there is a pile of information about the remnants of Hydra, but he can't give things to others, so he still has to come by himself. Now his safe houses and small bases are basically disconnected, and what he can expect is Fisher, who makes a fortune quietly.

"Actually, why don't you come and work for atlas! We still lack talents like you! " Fisher appreciated Nick Fury's style of killing his enemies.

"No, I'll solve this by myself. As for others, wait until everything is settled!" Nick Fury sat up straight and looked at Fisher sitting opposite him.

"We need manpower, equipment and start-up funds. You can make a price!"