Chapter 343 Death of Captain America

Nick Fury is exhausted. He only sleeps two hours a day these days. When digging for Captain America, he used a pickaxe to smash the earth and ice for more than 20 hours. Even an Iron Warrior like him can't stand it. Can't live.

Lying on the hospital bed, he fell into a deep sleep as soon as his head hit the pillow, but because he kept thinking about when Steve would wake up, his sleep was not solid and he kept dreaming.

He dreamed of Arlington National Cemetery, where people gathered to hold a grand farewell ceremony for Steve Rogers. It was a rainy day, and the American people were in mourning. Marines in uniforms carried the coffin of Captain America. Slowly walked towards the tomb, the coffin was covered with the American flag, and he walked in front of the coffin holding Steve's photo...

The coffin was slowly placed into the grave, and the honor guard on the side raised their rifles and fired into the sky. The sound of gunshots echoed endlessly...

"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"

"Nick, wake up Nick!"

Nick Fury was startled and quickly opened his eyes. It turned out that someone was knocking on the door. He quickly jumped off the hospital bed and rushed out of the ward in three steps.

"What's wrong, what happened!"

The person who knocked on the door was Dr. Brenner, the director of the medical center. It was he who presided over Steve Rogers' ice resuscitation treatment. The bald old MD said anxiously: "Steve's condition is very bad. His heart rate is... It has reached the dangerous level. Typical symptoms of freezing resuscitation sequelae have appeared. Multiple organ failure has begun, and spontaneous breathing is no longer possible. The medical team is conducting rescue operations!"

"What!"

Nick Fury was shocked and rushed to the ICU ward following Dr. Brener's footsteps. A large group of medical experts gathered in the ward. Emergency expert Till was riding on Steve and holding a cardiofibrillator.

She applied conductive paste on the vibrator, rubbed the two vibrators together, and then motioned to the nurses to pull off the clothes on Steve's chest.

"clear!"

"drop--"

"Charging completed!"

Hearing the nurse's reminder, the female emergency specialist pressed the cardiofibrillator on Steve's chest. The powerful instantaneous current made his body tremble violently.

"How's it going?"

"The spontaneous heartbeat has not been restored!"

"Come again!"

"Inject epinephrine immediately!"

…

Nick Fury looked at the chaotic and busy scene in the ward, and felt like the world was spinning, as if he was falling into an abyss.

He grabbed Dr. Brenner next to him, yelled and asked him: "How could this happen? He was obviously fine before, but didn't you say that he was out of danger and it was only a matter of time before he woke up?"

Dr. Brenner looked ashamed and sighed helplessly: "The human body is the most complex and sophisticated machine. Even if a robot has been buried under the ice for 70 years, it may not be successful if it is dug out and repaired, let alone a living person? Frozen Human resuscitation is always a medical problem, and it is not uncommon for vital signs to suddenly deteriorate like this...I'm sorry, I was too optimistic before."

Nick Fury punched the wall of the ward, creating a dent and blood flowing down his fist.

Such a result was something he had never considered. He had previously been thinking about how to persuade Captain Steve Rogers to re-equip himself into battle and become Captain America in the 21st century, leading the Avengers to serve the country and defend the country. Earth.

He also seriously considered how to help Steve integrate into his new life, establish his prestige among the Avengers established by Director Luo, and overwhelm that group of very powerful mutant girls.

"We must rescue him!" Nick shouted at the medical staff: "He cannot die, he is an amazing warrior! His destination is not to die in the hospital bed!"

Nick rushed to the bedside, and across from Steve, who was as lifeless as gold paper, shouted: "Soldier, I order you to wake up! I don't allow you to sleep! There is still a battle waiting for you!"

Ms. Till, who was in charge of first aid, pressed Steve's chest hard, but she was not strong enough. Nick took over her place and pressed her hand on Steve's large pectoral muscles. With her other hand, she hit the back of her hand hard, raising her head with each hit. Staring at the monitor, hoping to see a miraculous jump in the increasingly gentle heartbeat curve.

"Dip, drip, drip..."

"drop--"

However, all efforts were in vain, the heartbeat monitor made a long beep, and the curve became an endless straight line, with no more waves.

Steve Rogers, Captain America, is dead.

The medical staff stopped what they were doing and lowered their heads.

Only Nick Fury refused to give up, pounding away in vain.

He smashed it a dozen more times and finally gave up. He stood up silently, his shoulders shaking slightly...

The man did not shed tears easily, but he was not sad yet. Nick, a tough man, could not help but feel his eyes turn red when he watched an American hero pass away in front of his eyes.

He never expected that his plan would actually kill Steve himself, dig him out of the ice, and use immature cryo resuscitation technology to thaw him. What a reckless act.

Before an idea leads to disastrous consequences, people are always obsessed with self-confidence. Only when tragedy occurs do they begin to regret it.

If we had not resuscitated Steve so impatiently and waited until the Freeze resuscitation technology was perfected before searching for him, would he not have died?

The more he thought about it, the more Nick Fury's heart ached, and he really wanted to punch himself hard.

He dragged his feet and slowly walked out of the ICU ward in a daze. As soon as he left the ward, he saw Director Luo standing in the corridor.

"How's it going?"

Director Luo asked with concern.

Nick didn't answer, he just shook his head.

Luo Feng patted him on the shoulder and said: "Nine times out of ten, life will be unsatisfactory. Success or failure is uncertain. Just be more open-minded."

"You're right."

Nick Fury said in a low voice: "I mean you are right in saying that I am not suitable to be the director of S.H.I.E.L.D."

He raised his head, looked at Luo Feng with red eyes, and said word by word: "I resign as the assistant director of SHIELD. I'm sorry for living up to your expectations. I am not suitable to be a commander. Continuing will only lead to death." more people."

"Are you blaming yourself for Steve's death?"

Luo Feng said: "Blaming yourself doesn't change anything. If you think you have done something wrong, then you should work harder to make up for it..."

Nick Fury shook his head: "No, I have no chance to make up for it. Director Luo, I believe you will be an excellent leader. Please lead SHIELD to continue to protect the world. I feel extremely tired. This time I really I want to retire.”

He dragged his steps, like Sisyphus climbing a mountain with a huge boulder on his back, walking away step by step, his back was very lonely.

Luo Feng took out a tube of injection from his pocket and said to his back: "Nick, if I give you a choice to save Steve Rogers, are you still going to resign?"