Chapter 239: C231
Note: Sorry, hospital tied me up again. Thanks for having patience.
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There were people everywhere—agents swarming the area, helicopters circling overhead, and Quinjets trailing behind.
Alexander Pierce stood amidst the chaos, a deep despair settling in his heart. He glanced left and right, his face cold as gunfire echoed around him. He knew there was no way out.
The industry funds were frozen, and Nick Fury—his former protégé and now his fiercest adversary—would never allow Hydra to rise again.
Pierce knew there was only one outcome: death.
His death would be the price for peace. Too many powerful individuals, from high-ranking officials to corporate titans, would sleep uneasily as long as he was alive.
Taking a deep breath, Pierce adjusted his collar and approached the Winter Soldier. He extended his hand, pushing down the raised muzzle of the Soldier's gun, then turned toward the agents standing in formation before him, their bulletproof shields reflecting the fading sunlight.
"Fury!" Pierce shouted, his voice cutting through the noise. "I know you're here. Come out and face me!"