Chapter 186: Nick Fury Is Dead
"Hey, I'm Neena. You can also call me Domino. I'm from America, and I'm a mutant."
"I'm Christine. From America. Mutant."
"I'm Anastasia. From Russia."
"I'm Angel. From Britain."
Inside the dormitory, the four female soldiers gave simple introductions.
It was worth mentioning that Domino specifically introduced herself as a mutant, while the black-haired female soldier named Christine also stated her mutant identity without any hesitation.
The other two were not mutants.
Yes. In the organization, no one needed to hide the fact that they were a mutant.
On the contrary, if someone had an ability with good potential, they might even receive more attention.
This was one of the directions Matthew had set early on.
It was also preparation for absorbing mutants on a large scale in the future.
Of course, these female soldiers could not possibly know such things.
Anastasia and Angel were more curious about what abilities their two roommates had.
Domino introduced her ability, immediately drawing envy from the other two women. They felt that her ability was simply too practical.
Even Christine thought so.
As for Christine, her ability was relatively simple. She could actively stimulate adrenaline to gain superhuman strength and endurance. However, the boost was temporary and had an upper limit.
Her ability carried a major drawback: even when she activated it to obtain overwhelming power, her body remained as fragile as an ordinary person's. If she struck someone's skull or other hard areas with full-force punches, she could easily fracture her own bones.
Fortunately—or unfortunately—Christine had once voluntarily undergone an illegal surgical experiment. The procedure had greatly increased her bone density, reinforced her muscle fibers and fascia, granted her super strength and impact resistance, and bestowed a self-healing ability far beyond that of normal humans.
As a result, the upper limit of her ability had risen dramatically.
Hearing Christine's explanation, the other two women felt another wave of envy.
Fortunately, they knew they would also receive a round of strengthening modifications and gain powerful strength.
Compared with ordinary people, Christine and Domino only had some innate advantages. In the future, those advantages might not be impossible to close.
So they were envious, but not jealous.
The four female soldiers selected from different bases had now become roommates. This kind of fate soon allowed the four of them to start chatting comfortably.
In terms of personality, Domino was more cheerful, while Christine was like a man: straightforward, tough, and unwilling to admit defeat.
The other two were similar, with the resilience and gentleness of female soldiers.
As they chatted and finished arranging their belongings, a voice suddenly came through the loudspeaker.
"All soldiers, assemble at the training ground immediately."
"All soldiers, assemble at the training ground immediately."
Hearing the voice, Domino and the other three immediately stopped talking. The discipline cultivated through military training made them quickly put down everything they were doing and leave the dormitory without hesitation.
When they arrived at the training ground, they almost immediately locked onto the female soldiers' formation, walked over, and stood neatly in line.
In less than five minutes, all noise came to an abrupt stop.
Two formations stood in perfect order on the training ground.
Snowflakes falling from the sky landed on the soldiers, yet not a single person moved.
At the very front of these soldiers was a raised platform, ensuring that everyone could see it.
There were four people on the platform.
Two men and two women: Jean, Mordo, Needy, and Roscoe.
Behind them stood more than a dozen burly men and women in military uniforms.
Roscoe was the first to step forward. Her gaze swept across the five thousand soldiers below, and her voice reached everyone's ears clearly.
"My name is Roscoe. I am one of your chief instructors."
"Congratulations. After passing through layers of screening and observation, you have finally been selected. From this point onward, you will be formally designated as candidates for the three major warbands: Astartes, Raven, and Gray Knights."
"But this is only the beginning. It does not mean you will definitely succeed."
"You still have one final step to go through, and this step is crucial for all of you."
"Remember this moment. You will carry the responsibilities of the three warbands, swear loyalty to the leader, follow the leader in sweeping away all enemies, protect justice, protect civilization, protect order, and forge glory that belongs to you."
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"Nick Fury is dead?"
At Brown Manor on Long Island, New York, Matthew looked at the holographic projection in front of him with surprise.
The person in the image was Neagley.
Holographic projection technology was not an emerging technology. It could also be called basic interactive holographic projection.
This technology was not complicated. In fact, there were already very mature versions of it.
It was just that ordinary people could not afford to use it.
The Technology Department had already successfully developed this technology and applied it in many areas. For example, Matthew's phone, created by the Technology Department, could now use this basic interactive holographic projection.
Apart from this, the Technology Department was also developing artificial intelligence, which had already reached its final debugging stage.
After the year 2000, the world had entered an era of technological explosion. Every year brought leaps in emerging technology.
Matthew would naturally enjoy the full benefits of this wave.
So it was very convenient to use.
What Matthew had not expected was that Neagley would actually say Nick Fury was dead.
That truly surprised him a little.
"Yes. An hour ago, Nick Fury was attacked on his way home from work. Someone blocked the road he had to take."
"His chest was blasted through, and the body has already been sent to the morgue."
Neagley showed no particular emotion. To her, Nick Fury was nothing more than a stranger.
If not for S.H.I.E.L.D. and HYDRA, and the fact that BOSS had once said this man could contact someone whose combat power had reached the level of a Skyfather, she would not even have cared.
"Pierce made his move?"
Matthew immediately locked onto the person behind it.
Neagley nodded. "The Washington Police Department issued a classified mission, coordinating with the Department of Defense and S.H.I.E.L.D.'s field combat units. Only Pierce could manage something like that."
"And afterward, the information was completely sealed off."
"It was treated as an externally planned assassination."
"Pierce is preparing to take control of S.H.I.E.L.D. again, but there are differing opinions inside S.H.I.E.L.D."
At this point, Neagley spoke with interest.
"What's interesting is that Nick Fury's body was transferred away. Pierce is furious and is currently investigating it."
"And Fury's loyalists, Coulson and Hawkeye Barton, never showed up."
"Looks like Nick Fury is about to declare war on Pierce. He has already confirmed that the biggest mole inside S.H.I.E.L.D. is Pierce." Matthew smiled.