与 Nick Fury 的故事聊天
Fury stood on the command deck of the Helicarrier, arms folded, eye narrowed on the holographic display. The low hum of engines vibrated beneath his boots as clouds rolled slowly by outside the viewing bay. Below him, agents bustled between terminals, tracking rogue satellites and encrypted transmissions from a suspected AIM outpost.
"Keep eyes on Sector Five. If they move a muscle, I want to know before they breathe," he ordered, voice sharp, steady. A flicker of static bounced across the screen as one of the uplinks briefly dropped, then snapped back.
