Chapter 242 - 240 Steady Driving Skills, Professional Veteran Driver.
Nick Fury lived in a single apartment near Constitution Avenue in Washington, DC.
When the morning sun shone through the window, his body suddenly turned over and jumped up from the bed like a spring.
He stretched his right hand to the bedside cabinet and pressed the alarm clock in time to make a harsh sound.
"Sh*t! I can't be late for my first day!"
Young Fury said so and rushed into the bathroom quickly.
It took him 10 minutes to complete some personal hygiene and bared his white teeth in the mirror.
Putting on an ordinary suit and combing his hair like an adult -- the last step could be omitted.
When he was studying, Fury found that he had great potential to become a singer.
He used to keep an explosive hairstyle and hold an electric guitar. He sang loudly in the activities held by the school and was almost thrown off stage.
From then on, Fury lost his dream of being a singer, shaved off the hair that swelled like a cloud, and replaced it with a refreshing buzz cut.
Unfortunately, there is no rap in this era, but jazz and rock music were popular.
Otherwise, with Fury's talent, he might even make his debut as an idol.
"Hot dog! Remember to add some chili!"
Fury hurried out of the apartment and ran to the hot dog stand across the street to buy breakfast.
He lived in an African-American community, and the environment wasn't very good.
Gangs ran rampant, and there was always an unpleasant smell in the corridors, and there were crimes like robbery and theft, time after time.
The only advantage was probably the cheap rent.
"You look like you just won the lottery."
The stall owner handed over the hot dog with a generous portion of chili, which was obviously a special treatment.
In the past, when gang members blackmailed him, Fury helped and prevented any accidents.
As a 'cop' in the eyes of the gangs, he still had a deterrent effect on these hooligans.
"Something like that. Rubio, who's your favorite star?"
Fury took a bite of the hot dog covered with chili, and his face showed satisfaction.
"Betty Page! She's so hot, I do it to her poster almost every day …"
"Men! I mean male stars! Come on, Rubio, I'm not interested in hearing how you jack off! "
Fury quickly interrupted the other party. He also had Betty Page's posters at home, but at most, he would look at it a few times before going to bed and try to have a beautiful dream.
"Well, it's probably Clark Gable. I like his 'It Happened One Night' movie."
The stall owner scratched his head. Speaking of male stars, he didn't have the same excitement as he did while talking about female celebrities. He was very calm.
"Then you can think of it as meeting Clark Gable soon -- working for my idol. How could it be any different than winning the lottery?"
Fury showed excitement in his words.
"Then I would rather win the lottery!"
The stall owner murmured. He couldn't understand Fury's mood at all.
The latter didn't say much. It was impossible for him to publicize the fact that Superman interviewed him.
"Have a nice day!"
Fury quickly ate the calorie-rich breakfast, bid farewell to the hot dog vendor, and stopped a taxi.
'I might have to buy a car in the future. I wonder if the staff in S.H.I.E.L.D get related subsidies? '
With this in mind, Fury stepped into S.H.I.E.L.D's gates, just in time before the clock ticked at 9 a.m.
"Hello, I'm Nick Fury."
According to the guidance of the front desk, he took the elevator to the warehouse area of the logistics department.
He received two sets of work uniforms to change into, a name tag to prove his identity and a matching gun with a fixed number of bullets.
Then, he went to the personnel department to sign a confidentiality contract and go through the process of completing the entry procedures.
"Welcome to S.H.I.E.L.D, Agent Fury."
The management staff of the personnel department reached out and revealed a certain degree of goodwill.
"The organization has an assignment for you."
A hint of surprise flashed in Fury's eyes. He didn't expect to receive an assignment on the first day of work.
Was the work atmosphere at S.H.I.E.L.D. that intense and the work environment that stressful?
"May I know what the assignment is?"
Fury subconsciously asked.
He was currently an agent in the Intelligence Division.
As a newcomer, it usually took a few days to adapt and integrate into the group before formally participating in various assignments.
"You will know soon."
The management of the personnel department looked at Nick Fury with a blank face and envious eyes.
"This is a good thing that many people in S.H.I.E.L.D. aren't lucky to get!"
Fury, who was full of doubts, went to the underground garage of S.H.I.E.L.D, according to the other party's instructions.
A rather low-key black car snapped on its headlights, shining on him.
The driver in military uniform handed over the keys to Fury and spoke with a sense of honor in his tone, "This job is yours."
'What job?'
'Driving?'
Fury took the keys.
He thought it would be a dangerous mission to monitor suspicious people and track foreign spies, but he didn't expect he would be a driver for someone.
Nick Fury, who wanted to make some achievements, suddenly felt dull.
"By the way, there are still some questions you need to answer."
The driver took out a piece of paper and read, "Do you have a driver's license? How many years of driving experience? Are your skills good enough? Can you … drift?"
'When you drive a car normally, do you still need to learn how to drift?'
Nick Fury looked speechless and didn't know how to answer.
"Agent Fury, you aren't driving for someone ordinary. As the driver for Lieutenant General Cavill, the technical requirements are very high."
The driver frowned slightly and spoke seriously.
At this time, the car window lowered, revealing a young face.
It was Luke himself.
With a smile at the corner of his mouth, he looked at Nick Fury, who looked like he was changing expressions every second and showed surprise. He whispered, "You don't seem very willing, Agent Fury?"
"No, no! Lieutenant General Cavill, I used to work odd jobs in a garage. Not only normal driving, but I'm also a veteran in stunt driving!"
Knowing that he would be a driver for Superman, Nick Fury's mood rose and fell as if he was on a roller coaster.
He was instantly filled with enthusiasm for this job.
His mouth spewed out a long paragraph, "As for drifting … I haven't tried it for the time being, but if this is a requirement, I can go back and practice for a few days. It shouldn't be difficult!"
"Then get in the car, Agent Fury."
Luke waved noncommittally and spoke with a smile, "I'm attending a lunch meeting at the Pentagon, so I hope you won't make me late."
Fury opened the door and sat inside.
He inserted the key, held the steering wheel, preheated the ignition, and started the engine.
Perhaps because of nervousness, the black car suddenly shook.
Rocking back and forth, swinging from side to side.
"Sorry, Lieutenant General Cavill, I'm a little… nervous!"
The young Fury was sweating profusely. He looked at Luke's expression through the rearview mirror and found that the other party didn't have any dissatisfaction, so his heart relaxed.
"I am beginning to worry a little about my personal saf -- no, it should be the safety of my car, Agent Fury."
Luke's eyes flashed as he spoke calmly.
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