Lord God Investigator

Nick Fury was exhausted. These days, he only slept for two hours a day. When digging the US team, he used a pickaxe to smash the ground and ice for more than 20 hours. Even a steel warrior like him is also a little supportive. Can't help.

Lying on the hospital bed, he fell into a deep sleep as soon as his head touched the pillow, but because he remembered when Steve woke up, he didn't sleep well and dreamed again and again.

He dreamed of Arlington National Cemetery, where the people gathered to hold a grand farewell ceremony for Steve Rogers. It was rainy that day, and the American people shared the same grief. The Marine Corps soldiers in uniforms carried the US coffin. Walking slowly to the tomb, the coffin was covered with the American flag, and he walked in front of the coffin holding the photo of Steve.

The coffin was slowly put into the tomb, and the guard of honor on the side raised its rifle and fired into the sky, the sound of gunshots echoed endlessly...

"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"

"Nick, wake up Nick!"

Nick Fury was startled and quickly opened his eyes. It turned out that someone was knocking on the door. He quickly jumped out of the hospital bed and rushed out of the ward with three steps and two steps.

"What's wrong, what happened!"

The one who knocked on the door was Dr. Brener, the director of the medical center, who presided over Steve Rogers’ ice resuscitation treatment. The bald old medical doctor said anxiously: "Steve’s situation is very bad, his heart rate It is already low to the danger line, with typical sequelae symptoms of frozen resuscitation, multiple organ failure, and no spontaneous breathing. The medical team is working on rescue!"

"what!"

Nick Fury was shocked and quickly rushed to the iCu ward following Dr. Brener's footsteps. A large group of medical experts gathered in the ward. Emergency expert Teal was riding on Steve, holding a heart tremor.

She smeared conductive paste on the tremor, and after rubbing the two tremors, she motioned for the nurses to pull off the clothes on Steve's chest.

"Clear!"

"drop--"

"Charging is complete!"

Hearing the nurse's reminder, the female emergency specialist pressed the heart tremor on Steve's chest, and the strong instantaneous current made him tremble suddenly.

"How's it going?"

"The heartbeat has not been restored!"

"Come again!"

"Inject adrenaline right away!"

...

Watching the chaotic and busy scene in the ward, Nick Fury only felt the world spin, as if he had fallen into an abyss.

He grabbed Dr. Brener next to him and yelled at him, "How could this be? It was fine before, didn't you say that he is out of danger and it is only a matter of time before he wakes up?"

Dr. Brener looked ashamed and sighed helplessly: "The human body is the most complex and sophisticated machine. Even if a robot has been buried under the ice for 70 years, it will not be successful if it is dug out and repaired. What about a living person? Frozen. Human resuscitation is inherently a medical problem. It’s not uncommon to see sudden changes in vital signs like this... I’m sorry, I was too optimistic before."

Nick Fury slammed a punch on the wall of the ward, smashing a dent, and blood flowed down his fist.

Such a result was something he had never considered before. He had also thought about how to persuade the waking Captain Steve Rogers to reload and become the captain of the United States in the 21st century, leading the Avengers to serve the country and defend Earth.

He also seriously considered how to help Steve integrate into his new life, establish prestige in the Avengers alliance established by Director Luo, and subdue the group of very powerful mutant girls.

"You must be rescued!" Nick yelled at the medical staff: "He can't die, he is an amazing soldier! His home is not to die on a hospital bed!"

Nick rushed to the hospital bed, and the opposite Steve, who had no breath of gold and paper, shouted: "Soldier, I order you to wake up! I won't allow you to sleep! There is still battle waiting for you!"

Ms. Teal, who was in charge of the first aid, pressed Steve’s chest hard, but she was not strong enough. Nick took over and put her hand on Steve’s large pectoral muscles. The other hand beats the back of the hand hard, raising her head every time she beats. Staring at the monitor, I hope to see a miraculous pulsation of the increasingly gentle heartbeat curve.

"Drip, drip, drip..."

"drop--"

However, all efforts came to nothing, the heartbeat monitor made a long beep, the curve turned into an endless straight line, and there was no more waves.

Steve Rogers, Captain America, is dead.

The medical staff stopped their work and bowed their heads.

Only Nick Fury refused to give up, beating in vain.

He hit another dozen times, finally gave up, got up silently, his shoulders trembling slightly...

The man did not flick his tears, but before he was sad, Nick, the iron man, saw an American hero dying in front of him, and his eyes turned red.

He never expected that his plan would kill Steve himself, dig him out of the ice and thaw him with immature Frozen Man resuscitation technology. What a reckless behavior.

Before an idea triggers catastrophic consequences, people always have fascinating self-confidence, and only after the tragedy happens, do they begin to regret it.

If he didn't resuscitate Steve so impatiently, and searched for him after the Frozen Man's resuscitation technology was perfected, wouldn't he be dead?

The more I thought about it, the more Nick Fury's heart throbbed, and he really wanted to punch himself hard.

He shuffled and walked out of the iCu ward slowly in a daze. As soon as he left the ward, he saw Director Luo standing in the corridor.

"How's it going?"

Director Luo asked with concern.

Nick didn't answer, he just shook his head.

Luo Feng patted him on the shoulder, and said: "Life is unsatisfactory. There is no definite number of success or failure. Let's take a closer look."

"You're right."

Nick Fury muttered: "I mean you said that I am not suitable to be the director of SHIELD. This is correct."

He raised his head, looked at Luo Feng with red eyes, and said word by word: "I resigned from the position of Assistant Director of S.H.I.E.L.D. I am sorry that I failed your expectations. I am not suitable to be a commander. Continued will only kill. more people."

"Are you blaming yourself for Steve's death?"

Luo Feng said: "Self-blame does not change anything. If you think you have done something wrong, you should work harder to make up for it..."

Nick Fury shook his head: "No, I have no chance to make up. Director Luo, I believe you will be an excellent leader. Please lead SHIELD to continue to guard the world. I feel extremely tired. This time really I want to retire."

He dragged his steps, like Sisyphus climbing a mountain with a boulder on his back, walking away step by step, his back is very lonely.

Luo Feng took out a tube of injection from his pocket and said to his back: "Nick, if I give you a choice so that you can save Steve Rogers, do you still plan to resign?"