SWNOVELXO Chapter 90: Chapter 90
At the moment when the vision was deprived, the world seemed to be muted and all the colors were drained.
One second, it was still a 360-degree "divine horizon" without blind spots and penetrating everything. The next second, it was re-confined to the sensory cage of this flesh and blood body.
Dark, closed and narrow.
Nick Fury subconsciously stretched out his hand to grab something, but only caught a hand of empty air.
He took off the simple black hairband from his forehead and held it in the palm of his hand.
The warm touch was still there, but the god-like omniscient experience just now was like a dream of Nanke, disappearing without a trace.
He raised his hand and touched the ferocious scar on his left eye.
This scar has long been a part of his life. It is his medal from a hot-blooded young man to a cold-hearted agent leader, and it is also a regret that he can never make up for.
Once upon a time, he also saw the complete appearance of the world with his eyes.
There was also... youth.
A kind of emotion called loss surged into my heart like a tide, mixed with sobbing and sentimentality for the passing years.
The man in charge of the world's most 🚫🚫 powerful institution, at this moment, revealed a trace of vulnerability that only belongs to middle-aged people.
"Don't be in a hurry to pick it, Director."
Paul's voice came leisurely, with a smile that knew everything. "That's it. The good play hasn't begun yet."
Fury suddenly came back to his senses, and his sharp one-eye instantly locked Paul.
The little sentimentality in his heart was instantly replaced by a stronger emotion - curiosity.
Are there more functions?
The experience just now is enough to subvert his understanding of science and technology, and even subvert his definition of the species "human".
This thing is just an appetizer?
He almost couldn't wait to put on the hair band called "white eyes" again.
Boom!
The familiar panoramic vision is coming again.
The whole world unfolded in his mind in an incomprehensible way, clear, three-dimensional and invisible.
"Try to tap the side of the hair band twice in a row." Paul's voice seemed to sound directly in his mind.
Without any hesitation, Fury raised his hand to the position of his temple and tapped the hair band twice.
The next second, the sky is spinning!
He felt that his soul seemed to be pulled out of the heavenly spirit cover by an invisible big hand, which was instantly pulled high and high again!
The ground was moving away quickly, and the roof of the Stark Building became smaller and smaller under his feet, and finally became an exquisite model.
His perspective was suspended a thousand meters above the height of New York City.
The whole street scene of Manhattan is full of traffic and people coming and going, and you can see everything.
He could even clearly see that a few blocks away, a blonde was scolding her corgi who defecated everywhere.
God's perspective!
This is the real God's perspective!
This strange feeling of separation of consciousness and body made Fury's brain vestibular system instantly disordered.
His body shook and his feet were weak. If it hadn't been for the sense of balance trained all year round, he would have almost sat on the ground.
"Don't panic. It's just a visual switch. Your body is still in place." Paul's voice sounded at the right time, like a sedative. "You can zoom and move with your mind, but it is not recommended to use it for the first time. It's easy to get motion sick."
Fury took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed his heart.
He closed his eyes and opened them again. The scene in front of him was still a bird's-eye view of the spectacular city.
He shook his hands and knocked on the hair band twice again.
Whew!
The feeling of the soul returning to the throne came.
The scene from a high altitude disappeared in an instant, and he returned to his body.
But he immediately found something wrong.
The world... is different.
He subconsciously covered his intact right eye.
The world of the left eye, which should have been eternally dark, is actually bright at this moment!
Although it was not as clear as his right eye, the furnishings in the office and the smile on Paul's face were vaguely reflected in his "left eye" retina.
He can "see" it!
With his eyes that have been blind for more than ten years!
Fury's hands covering his eyes began to tremble uncontrollably.
It's not that he didn't fantasize about this day.
S.H.I.E.L.D. has the world's top medical technology, but whether it's cloned eye transplantation or mechanical prosthetic eyes, it can't be achieved because of his damaged optic nerve.
He has already accepted this reality.
But now...
The teenager easily did things that the whole world could not do with a small toy that looked like a hair band.
Shock?
No, this is no longer shocking.
This is a miracle!
A drop of warm liquid slipped from his intact only eye, along the ravine of his cheeks, and into his thick stubble.
Old tough guy, broken the defense.
"It bypassed your damaged eyeballs and optic nerves." Paul explained softly, "Directly simulate low-resolution environmental information into bioelectrical signals and project it into your visual cortex. Although it is not as clear as the real eyes, at least... it can let you re-experience the feeling of seeing the world with both eyes.
Fury slowly put down his hand and looked at Paul with extremely complicated eyes.
He opened his mouth, but there was no sound in his hoarse throat.
"And the last function." Paul didn't give him too much time to feel, and his smile became playful again. "Try to knock three times in a row."
Frey calmed down and did as he said.
This time, the world in front of him has not changed dramatically.
It's just that in the center of his field of vision, a light blue quasi-star full of technology appeared.
At this moment, outside the window, a withered yellow leaf was rolled up by the autumn wind and fell down in a whirlwind.
Almost at the moment when he saw the leaves.
The light blue quasi-star automatically locked the fallen leaves, and below the fallen leaves, a virtual trajectory line that is also light blue appeared, accurately predicting every trajectory point of its fall.
Fu Rui subconsciously raised his hand, made a pistol pose, and aimed at the fallen leaf.
"Bang."
He voiced softly.
At the moment when he "shot", the fallen leaves just floated to the position pointed by his finger.
The score is not bad.
Self-aiming hanging?!
Fury's brain buzzed.
As an old agent who crawled out of the rain of bullets, he knew what this thing meant better than anyone else.
If the full commando team of S.H.I.E.L.D. is equipped...
No, even if it's just equipped with Hawkeye and Black Widow...
The combat effectiveness will be exponentially improved!
The blood of the old agent became hot in an instant.
He even had an impulse to pull out the gun from his legs immediately and shoot a few shots out of the window to experience the pleasure of bullets.
After a long time, Fury exhaled a long breath of turbid gas, which suppressed all the excitement, shock and ecstasy back to the bottom of his heart.
He slowly took off his hair band. This time, he didn't show any more loss.
He just put the hairband carefully on the table with an unprecedented seriousness and seriousness, as if it was not a technological product, but a peerless treasure.
The demonstration is over.
The shock has also been experienced.
Now, it's time to go back to reality.
Frey looked at the "white eyes" on the table, and then looked at Paul on the opposite side. For the first time, a sense of powerlessness rose in his heart.
"Dome" prison technology, he can exchange some data from the super soldier's serum, plus the future resource tilt of S.H.I.L.D.
It was a fair deal.
But the thing in front of me...
The value it represents has gone far beyond the chips that S.H.I.E.L.D. can take out.
Perspective, God's perspective, repair of disability, self-aim...
Any of these functions alone is a black technology that is enough to shock the world.
Paul, on the other hand, integrated them into a small hair band and gave them to him as a "small gift".
What should he talk about?
What to talk about?
After half of his life, Fury found for the first time that he had become the gambler who had no money to bet on the card table.
He can't show his embarrassment, let alone let the other party see that he is bound to gain.
Drag!
We must find a way to delay the time!
He needs to re-evaluate the value of this teenager and reformulate the highest-level plan to cooperate with him!
Fury's face returned to the cold expression that had remained unchanged for ten thousand years. He looked at Paul and pondered for a moment, as if he was organizing his language.
Paul just looked at him quietly, with a smile on his lips, as if he was saying:
"Dear, it's your turn to play."