Chapter 113 The Hammer Falling from the Sky
New Mexico, Desert.
Next to the truck storing observation equipment, the trio of Jane Foster, Daisy Lewis, and Dr. Erik were setting up equipment to observe the celestial phenomena.
The originally dark night sky inexplicably became filled with lightning and thunder, and the aurora suddenly appeared.
It was based on this that Jane called her boyfriend for support.
"Jane, Murdoch should be very busy right now. I heard that after being elected as a congressman, he has to attend many banquets."
Dr. Erik had some understanding of the officialdom in Great America, and he said this because he was worried that Jane would be too sad if Murdoch didn't show up.
Jane smiled: "He'll be here soon."
Seeing her best friend's overly sweet smile, Da Xiong Mei Daisy felt even more disappointed.
Regret, she regretted it.
How could she have been so foolish back then, coaxing her best friend to relentlessly pursue her idol?
Wouldn't it have been better if she had pursued him herself?
With her soft F-cup bosom, she could surely make her idol fall in love with face wash, unable to stop bathing.
A 25-year-old congressman, Mango Phone shareholder, strength comparable to a god, handsome, dashing and unrestrained, well-endowed and good in bed, enduring and durable...
He was the perfect answer, and she had actually missed him.
For the rest of her life, even if she encountered the standard answer, there was a high probability she wouldn't be moved again, unless...
"God, send me a perfect man."
As Da Xiong Mei secretly regretted, accompanied by a subtle spatial fluctuation, Qin Mo's figure appeared out of thin air.
The moment she saw her boyfriend appear, Jane was like a small firecracker with a lit fuse, all her composure instantly collapsing.
She practically flew into Qin Mo's arms, offering a passionate kiss.
A man who had just been elected as a congressman, yet could abandon social engagements for her, was worth entrusting her life to.
After a long while, their lips parted, leaving a string of saliva.
Seeing the affectionate and content look between the two, Da Xiong Mei said helplessly: "Idol, stop feeding us dog food, I'm already stuffed."
Dr. Erik, on the other hand, kept giggling foolishly to the side.
The love of the younger generation made him feel as if he had returned to his youth, to the foolish grin he had when he first met his beloved.
"Daisy..."
Just as Erik was about to speak, his peripheral vision suddenly caught a bright light streaking across the sky at high speed.
At the same time, an extremely faint murmur, as if imbued with divine power, entered his ears.
"I strip you of your power! In the name of my father and his ancestors, I—Odin, All-Father, banish you!"
"Whosoever holds this hammer, if he be worthy, shall possess the power of Thor..."
Before Erik could even react to what it was, a muffled "bang" exploded in his ear.
A dark figure fell from the sky, hitting the front of the truck squarely, causing the entire vehicle to shake violently, and the hood instantly dented.
Dr. Erik: "....."
Da Xiong Mei: "OMG!"
Did the perfect man really come?
Did God hear her prayer? This... this was too effective.
God, could she make another wish, to have a chance to hook up with her idol?
Amidst the shocked gazes of the few people, the figure slowly stood up from the front of the truck.
The golden-haired strong man rubbed his dazed eyes, vaguely seeing a woman with her legs wrapped around a man's waist, and the man's hand resting on the woman's butt, supporting her...
"Indecent and shameless."
After criticizing the dog couple, the golden-haired strong man looked at the honest Dr. Erik and asked.
"Old man, where is this? Midgard?"
Erik shook his head and remained silent, clearly not yet recovered from the shock.
Having just reunited with her boyfriend after only half a day apart, Jane Foster was enjoying the tenderness when she was inexplicably cursed, and immediately became furious.
"Are you crazy? What does it have to do with you?"
"Forget it, forget it." Qin Mo hugged his girlfriend: "This guy is also a pitiful person."
Looking at the entire Marvel Cinematic Universe.
If one were to discuss ill-fated destinies, this Thor Odinson before them could certainly be considered one of the most regrettable.
First, his mother Frigga, passed away in the Dark Elves' conspiracy, and his father Odin turned into stardust on Earth...
Next, his sister Hela, imprisoned for a thousand years, returned to seize the family inheritance.
She not only took control of Asgard but also gouged out one of his eyes in their confrontation.
After exhausting all his strength to lead his people to escape their collapsing homeland, when he was preparing to temporarily find refuge on Earth, he watched his brother Loki get his neck snapped by Thanos.
Later, he hid in a small cabin in Norway.
Allowing his muscles to be soaked into loose fat by alcohol, and a beer belly replaced the curve of his abs.
Gods have long lifespans.
But Thor's life was repeatedly crushed by fate, then sprinkled with layer after layer of frost.
Even his girlfriend...
His girlfriend had now been snatched by Qin Mo.
In this light, Thor was even more miserable than Wanda.
Just having recovered, but then being called crazy, how could he, Thor Odinson, the dignified Prince of Asgard, ever have endured such an insult?
"Oh, really?" Thor retorted: "Late at night, you two dog and bitch..."
Before he could finish speaking, Qin Mo delivered a flying kick, sending the annoying Thor directly flying to the other side of Earth, then continued to comfort his girlfriend.
"Alright, it's fine now. Shall we continue?"
Jane's face instantly flushed, and she quickly broke free from her boyfriend's embrace, lowering her head, unsure what to say.
Fortunately, Dr. Erik's next words saved her.
"Jane, something seemed to have fallen in that direction just now. Get in the car quickly, let's go check it out."
"We'll go first, you two drive slowly."
Before Erik could react, Qin Mo, holding Jane, had already disappeared, leaving Erik and Daisy looking at each other...
"That guy just now was right." Daisy mumbled: "They really are a dog couple."
Erik gave a wry smile: "Get in the car quickly, it won't take that long."
Young people, being clingy is normal.
He and his beloved were just like that back in the day, until they entered middle age and became powerless... only then did they grow tired of each other, and even a kiss would take all their energy.
Meanwhile, at the landing site of Mjolnir.
Qin Mo was bending over the hammer embedded in the ground, his gaze examining the legendary "Meow-Meow Hammer" that had caused countless heroes to fall.
Among the entire Avengers, no one except Captain America could lift the Meow-Meow Hammer.
However, Qin Mo had never had any doubt about whether he could lift it.
After all, Odin, who cast the spell on this hammer, was at most a top-tier Skyfather-level existence.
Only on the same level as the Ancient One.
If he couldn't even budge a creation of that magnitude, then he, a super-large cosmic-level being, probably didn't need to travel between multiverses anymore.
It would be too embarrassing.
Might as well find a brick and smash his head in.
"My dear, why can't this hammer be picked up?"
Jane's confusion pulled Qin Mo from his contemplation. He effortlessly picked up the Meow-Meow Hammer, even twirling it in his hand.
"See? Isn't it simple? Try again?"
Chapter 114 The Hammer is Missing
Asgard.
Inside the magnificent Heavenly Palace, Odin sat on his throne, holding the Eternal Spear, his expression desolate.
Today should have been Thor's coronation, but for some reason, Odin had no choice but to banish Thor to Midgard.
He hoped his son would grow in Midgard and quickly mature into a qualified king.
To this end, Odin personally stripped Thor of his divine power and cast a spell on Mjolnir: 'Whosoever holds this hammer, if he be worthy, shall possess the power of Thor.'
Odin sighed; the issue of his successor gave him a splitting headache.
In truth, his eldest daughter, Hela, whom he had personally sealed for a thousand years, met all the conditions in every aspect.
If he were to pass the throne to Hela, there would be absolutely no problem in guarding Asgard's foundation.
However, Hela was not content with merely preserving what existed.
Before encountering the Celestials, Odin himself was not content; at that time, he had already become King of the Nine Realms and was about to expand outwards.
What were the Nine Realms? He, Odin Borson, would lead Asgard's army to conquer a vast territory.
The appearance of the Celestials was like a sudden blow, shattering his dream of kingship.
What kingly ambitions and grand endeavors? In the end, they were all for naught.
The Destroyer armor, forged by Odin with the combined power of all the ancient Gods of Earth, couldn't even withstand one round against the Celestials.
Since then, Odin lost his ambition for conquest.
His eldest daughter, Hela, was completely unaware of this, believing he had grown old and lost his drive.
This led to the estrangement between father and daughter.
For the stability of the Nine Realms and the foundation of Asgard, Odin painfully sealed Hela.
He began to cultivate a new heir.
He had originally thought Thor would be a qualified king, but he never expected that Thor, over a thousand years old, was still like an immature child.
To make Thor abandon his 'battle is glory' brute mentality and guide him to understand sacrifice and responsibility, Odin reluctantly banished Thor to Midgard.
To hell with: For the glory of the Northern Gods.
If the Northern Gods truly had glory, how could Ragnarok exist? And how could Asgard cycle repeatedly through destruction and rebirth?
As for his youngest son, Loki... it's better not to mention him.
A squishy mage, yet he constantly thinks about playing with daggers for close-quarters sneak attacks. How could he be a good king?
At this moment, Queen Frigga came to the side of the throne and gently patted Odin's shoulder.
"Go get some sleep."
Odin opened his eyes and gently held his beloved's hand: "Did I make a mistake?"
Listening to the double-edged question, Frigga caressed her beloved's palm.
"Thor's future is in Midgard. Give him more time, and he will surely become a qualified king."
"Mm." Odin nodded.
Just as he was about to return to his bedroom to enter a state of dormancy, Odin suddenly sensed that the spell he had cast on Mjolnir had been forcefully shattered.
"How can this be??"
Odin's face changed drastically, and he muttered incessantly: "How can this be? Did Thor figure it out?"
Impossible, absolutely impossible.
Given his understanding of his son, if he could figure it out so quickly, how could he bear to banish him to Midgard?
Wouldn't it be better to educate him well by his side?
"What?" Frigga asked.
"The spell I cast on Mjolnir is gone?" Odin had just finished speaking when his face changed from shock to bewilderment: "Not good, Mjolnir is gone."
Earth, North America.
Great America, New Mexico desert.
After storing Mjolnir in the system warehouse, Qin Moembraced Jane and bid farewell to Dr. Erik and Da Xiong Mei Daisy.
"See you, Dr."
As a master of time management, compared to the time-consuming method of flying back to New York, Qin Mo preferred a direct approach: Mind Teleportation.
It was one of the abilities derived from Fairy Force.
That is, to teleport oneself and objects to the target location through mental power, which saves more time than tearing open space and creating a wormhole.
Almost at the instant they vanished, when the two reappeared, they were already in their love nest in Manhattan, New York.
Since his home was in Hyde Garden, Qin Mo naturally wouldn't be so foolish as to place his and Jane's small abode in the same community.
Anyway, HYDRA owned countless properties.
This top-floor duplex in Manhattan was one of the assets he had transferred from HYDRA.
With a building area of approximately 2000 square meters, it featured 7 bedroom suites and 11 bathrooms, utilizing a three-story duplex structure with floor-to-ceiling glass curtain walls, offering 360-degree views overlooking Central Park and the New York City skyline.
With a man and a woman alone in a room, it seemed there was nothing else to do but make love.
Especially since the two were in a period of intense passion and contentment.
From the bathroom to the living room, from the sofa to the bed, traces of their intimate exchanges were left behind.
Two and a half hours later, adhering to his principle of never staying out overnight, Qin Mo tucked the sleeping Jane into bed, and his figure instantly vanished.
He had now realized: having too many girlfriends wasn't necessarily a good thing.
It was exhilarating, truly exhilarating.
It was exhausting, truly exhausting.
Mainly, the task of planning his time reasonably made him feel somewhat mentally fatigued.
Essentially, Qin Mo was a laid-back type; if it weren't for the pay-to-win system, he would never work as diligently as he did now to earn money.
The first thing he did upon returning home was to rush to the bathroom for a bath, washing away Jane's lingering scent.
Actually, if he were open about it, Skye might not necessarily be unable to accept Jane's existence.
But how to put it, this feeling of having a secret affair, it really felt quite thrilling.
Successfully stepping into the Super-Cosmic level meant Qin Mo no longer had to worry about safety issues.
In the entire Marvel Multiverse, there were currently less than a handful of beings who could threaten his life.
That meant: he could finally indulge himself a little.
After earning money for most of his life, couldn't he enjoy himself?
After washing away the scent from his body, Qin Moslipped into Skye's covers and, holding his good sister, drifted off to sleep.
The reason he still needed to sleep was because he wanted to feel more like a human being.
And not like Dr. Manhattan next door, becoming a being without desires or needs, who didn't even react when his woman cheated on him.
What's the point of living then?
Might as well just bash his head in and die.
Reborn into a new life (writing 'reborn into a second life' as a meme, and being criticized: 'You don't deserve it,' I really want to thank you!)
Reborn into a new life, Qin Mo was not here to suffer hardships and tribulations; he had already passed the stage of suffering, and now was the time to enjoy.
Enjoy the pleasure of earning money, sweet romance, and various flavors of delicious food...
Speaking of food, he was actually a little hungry.
Damn Fairy Force!!!
...
European continent, Norway.
Thousands of years ago, to defeat the Frost Giants, Odin led the Asgardian army to Norway and stored the Tesseract (Space Stone) in a certain church.
Thousands of years later, Thor had just been banished to Midgard... and was inexplicably kicked to Norway by that pair of dog and bitch.
He actually couldn't distinguish between New Mexicoand Norway; the reason he felt it was different was because the environment had changed.
The place he had just landed was all desert... now there were many tall buildings here.
Thor rubbed his aching butt and, remembering the kick, grew angrier the more he thought about it, immediately cursing:
"Those dog and bitch, not sleeping at night, running off to the desert to cuddle and hug, what kind of behavior is that!!!"
If this were Asgard, they'd at least be put in a pig cage.
Chapter 115 People Outside the Story
After wandering in Norway for three days, Thor finally met a Good Samaritan Brother who invited him to a restaurant for a full meal, preventing him from starving to death in Midgard.
It was just that the Good Samaritan Brother didn't talk much, and he wore a green hat on his head.
Remembering certain things, Thor kindly reminded him, "Brother, I heard a few foreigners say the other day that in their country, a green hat has a bad meaning."
The Good Samaritan Brother said nothing, only smiled.
Seeing this, Thor had to explain, "A green hat means your wife has someone else outside."
Finally, the Good Samaritan Brother sighed.
But he still said nothing, instead silently taking out some money from his pocket and putting it into Thor's hand.
As he was leaving, the Good Samaritan Brotherhesitated for a moment, took off the green hat on his head, and, to Thor's dumbfounded look, placed it on Thor's head.
In the blink of an eye, Thor woke up from the nightmare.
Having lost his divine power, exiled alone to Midgard, and then kicked to Norway by that dog-and-bitch pair, he hadn't eaten anything for three days…
When he first arrived, he did go to a restaurant to buy two slices of bread with sausage.
But he was kicked out because he had no money.
"Huh?" Thor then realized that he was clutching some of what Midgardians called money in his hand.
Remembering the scene in his dream, Thor quickly reached up to touch his head—sure enough, that green hat was really there…
"This???"
"My wife has someone else outside?"
"No." Thor shook his head, "I don't even have a wife, it must have been a nightmare."
Perhaps he was too hungry to think much; instead, he clutched the money tightly and ran to the shop that had once kicked him out.
"Ten bread with sausage, no, twenty."
The boss stared at the green U.S. dollars in the vagrant's hand and said with a smile.
"Twenty hot dogs, coming right up."
After eating twenty hot dogs in one go, Thor felt like he was finally alive again, and he began to inquire about the whereabouts of Meow-Meow Hammer from the boss.
"Boss, recently here… or elsewhere, have you heard any news about a hammer?"
"A hammer? What kind of hammer?" The hot dog stand boss raised his eyebrows, "I haven't heard of any hammer."
"Hmm?" Thor scratched his head.
Could it be that Father King didn't throw the hammer down?
This… what should he do?
Without the hammer, how could he regain his lost divine power, how could he get revenge on that dog-and-bitch pair, and he couldn't even return to Asgard.
"No, Father King, don't do this to me."
Suddenly hearing 'Father King,' the hot dog stand boss thought he had met a wandering prince and quickly asked.
"Your Highness, may I ask which country you are from? I can send you back."
Looking at the appearance and build of this blond strong man, he did fit the look of their Norse people; sending back a Prince Your Highness might even earn him many rewards.
"You can't send me back." Thor gave a bitter smile, "I am the Prince of Asgard."
"Tsk." The hot dog stand boss rolled his eyes.
It turned out to be a patient who escaped from a mental hospital, no wonder his clothes were so strange.
While Thor was in a daze, the hot dog stand boss secretly dialed the police: "Hello, I have a mentally ill person here, come quickly, the address is…"
About thirty minutes later, the hot dog stand boss personally witnessed Thor being taken by a group of White coats into the Norway Abnormal Person Research Center.
"Father King, I was wrong."
"Father King, I was really wrong."
Struggling to no avail, Thor seemed to hear a faint sigh, the tone of which was exactly the same as when the Good Samaritan Brother in his dream sighed.
"Good Samaritan Brother, save me, quickly save me."
Almost at the same time.
Far away by the Hudson River in New York, Qin Mo was fishing with his three younger sisters, Kanna, Skye, and Thor, and also heard this sigh.
"Tsk tsk tsk, deep brotherly affection."
"You really still can't bear to part with Thor."
Qin Mo seemed to be talking to himself, and also seemed to be chatting with an existence very, very far away…
If he were still in the Multiverse, not yet having stepped into the Super-Grand Universe level, he might not have been able to discover this…
After an unknown period of time, that person finally spoke.
"Let him go."
"Hmm?" Qin Mo mumbled, "If you say that, I won't be happy."
"Firstly, I haven't done anything against your brother, at most I kicked him, and secondly, I haven't done anything against you."
"You're directly turning the tables, do you think I wouldn't dare to touch you?"
After a long silence, that person continued to transmit a message: "Sorry, person from outside the story, put the hammer back where it was, and I'll owe you a favor."
Qin Mo stroked his chin, thinking for a moment.
"One isn't enough, at least three."
"Deal."
With Qin Mo's current realm, not every existence has the opportunity to owe him a favor; he's too lazy to bother with those of lower levels.
Only powerful deities like the God of Stories, who exist at the end of time and also in the past, future, and present, are qualified to owe him a favor.
Like that Hell Lord Mo Fei Si Tuo, who goes around enticing mortals to sell their souls, he's quite pathetic.
He's too lazy to even glance at that guy.
When Qin Mo ascended to the Multiverse, the White Phoenix King's cry resonated throughout the Multiverse, causing quite a stir and attracting the attention of all Multiverse and above existences in the All-Powerful Universe.
Those below the Multiverse were not even qualified to discover him.
And half a year ago, when he entered the Super-Grand Universe level, he didn't make any noise at all.
No way, successfully merging with Fairy Force Yangmade his breakthrough too smooth…
Perhaps, only the God of Stories, who exists simultaneously in the past, future, and present, could discover him.
Of course, OAA, that old geezer above all things, surely also knew, and the reason he hasn't appeared is probably just because he's too lazy to bother.
Just as Qin Mo is too lazy to bother with Mo Fei Si Tuo.
Qin Mo in the eyes of OAA, and Mo Fei Si Tuo in the eyes of Qin Mo, are actually the same:
Just ants.
At most, slightly stronger ants.
This is precisely why Qin Mo still needs to work hard to make money and continue to become stronger; after all, he is not invincible yet.
With someone above him, he doesn't feel safe.
Having reached an agreement with the God of Stories, Qin Mo took out Mjolnir from his system space and casually threw it, tracing the exact same trajectory as Odin did back then.
He threw Meow-Meow Hammer back to New Mexicoagain.
Kanna sat beside Qin Mo, staring at the bobbing fishing float and exclaimed in surprise.
"Little Qin, a fish has bitten."
"Yes, a fish has bitten."
...
Asgard, Heavenly Palace.
Odin's eyes widened once again, staring incredulously in the direction of Midgard, muttering.
"The hammer appeared again???"
What the hell is going on, in just three days Mjolnir has gone insane.
First the enchantment disappeared, then the hammer also disappeared.
Now, Mjolnir has reappeared, and the enchantment originally placed on the hammer has also reappeared with it.
"What happened to the hammer?"
"No, what happened to Midgard?"
Odin pondered for a moment, then immediately decided to personally go to Midgard to inquire with the Sorcerer Supreme.
What on earth is wrong with Midgard!?
Can it not accommodate their Asgardian hammer?
Chapter 116 Why? Why?
S.H.I.E.L.D. Tower, Director's office.
Nick Fury woke from a hangover, his vision blurry, struggling for a while before it focused.
Seeing the banner on the wall that read: 'Celebrating Murdoch's Election as Senator' was still there, he let out a long sigh of relief.
"Phew~ So it wasn't a dream..."
Coming to the restroom, he scooped up cold water and splashed it on his face, Nick Fury clenched his fists tightly.
"Hoo hoo hoo... Awesome!!!"
Now, the biggest thorn in S.H.I.E.L.D. had disappeared; it was time to regain full control.
He wanted to clearly tell the world who was the 'boss' of S.H.I.E.L.D.
It was he, Nick Fury.
To achieve all of this, he had to quickly remove Murdoch's remaining loyalists, led by Rumlow, from important positions.
Replace them all with his own people.
If the other party hadn't already been elected Senator, he would have even prepared to send Rumlow and the others to Siberia to dig potatoes.
Those guys... Humph, they used to rely on Murdoch and dared to disobey his orders.
S.H.I.E.L.D. does not allow such arrogant people to exist.
Without further ado, Nick Fury immediately dialed his confidant's number: "Coulson, come to my office."
"Director, I'll be right there."
Hanging up the phone, Fury flicked his fingers, and in the flickering light of a flame, he lit a Cohiba cigar he had treasured for many years.
The body of the cigar became slightly hot from being rolled between his fingers, but he didn't even lift his eyelids, his Adam's apple bobbing as he took a deep drag.
Spicy smoke, mixed with a rich woody aroma, instantly filled his lungs, then was forcefully exhaled from his nostrils, forming a chaotic gray mist before his eyes.
The red tip of the burning cigar flickered in the shadows, even more intensely than the light in his single eye.
After about half a minute, a knock sounded.
"Enter."
He gestured for Coulson to sit in the chair opposite him, then Nick Fury took out a Cohiba from the cigar box and handed it over.
"Try it, they say this thing is rolled on the thigh of a Cuban beauty."
Coulson's action of taking it paused for half a second, but he eventually lit it.
"I've never smoked such high-class stuff before."
Currently, during the critical period of campaigning for Deputy Director, there was no reason to refuse when the leader spoke.
The cigar smoke quickly swirled and rose in the office, like a restless cloud...
"Coulson, regarding the position of Captain of the Quick Reaction Special Forces, do you have any suitable candidates to recommend?"
"Ah?" Coulson froze, clearly unable to understand why the Director would do this.
It was well known that Rumlow was Murdoch's second-in-command, a divine being who was like brothers with Mechanical Dog.
To remove him now would be pure trouble-seeking.
"What's wrong?" Fury asked.
"Director," Coulson tactfully reminded, "Isn't this inappropriate? Senator Murdoch..."
His words were cut off by Fury: "He's a Congressman; he can't control S.H.I.E.L.D."
"This..."
Coulson was now certain that the Director was unaware of the Security Council's latest appointment.
He was now S.H.I.E.L.D.'s superior, holding the agency's purse strings; from large intercontinental operation budgets to small equipment supplies for Agents, every penny had to be approved by Murdoch.
"Don't mind him, he's no longer S.H.I.E.L.D...."
"Director, you haven't seen the appointment letter, have you?" Coulson interrupted.
"Appointment letter? What appointment letter?"
In that instant, the nonchalance in Nick Fury's single eye suddenly solidified, and a familiar chill crept up his spine.
This was the scream of an intuition honed by years of walking on the edge of danger: something that could overturn the situation was approaching.
His brows furrowed slightly, and before the confusion in his eyes had fully formed, Coulson had already picked up a piece of paper from the desk.
The off-white appointment letter, with silver lines along its edges, was held by Coulson with both hands and presented to him.
Nick Fury focused his gaze.
"Approved by the Security Council, King Murdock is hereby appointed as a Security Council Member, fully responsible for S.H.I.E.L.D.-related matters..."
The office was dead silent, with only increasingly rapid breathing, like a prelude to a volcanic eruption.
Finally, under Coulson's expectant gaze.
"Motherfucker!"
Better late than never.
"Why? Why him..."
With two unwilling wails, Nick Fury's eyes rolled back, and he completely fainted.
"Director!" Coulson rushed forward: "Are you alright, Director?"
"Someone quickly, the Director has fainted."
The news of the Director fainting from anger spread like wildfire, and within two hours, everyone in S.H.I.E.L.D.knew.
"Did you hear? The Director was angered unconscious by Coulson..."
"No, I heard Officer Coulson rejected the Director's confession..."
"What? The Director and Coulson are together?"
The rumors became increasingly outlandish; to prove his innocence, Coulson had no choice but to ask Hill to quickly make the Security Council appointment letter public.
Before closing time, the news that Murdoch had become S.H.I.E.L.D.'s superior was known to all.
Quick Reaction Special Forces.
Upon hearing this news, Rumlow laughed like an idiot.
"Tsk tsk, as expected of the Boss, awesome!"
Over two years, all HYDRA members undercover within S.H.I.E.L.D. had been brought under the Boss's control.
As for the rebellious elements who disobeyed orders, they all contributed to the New York land reclamation project.
Also undergoing two years of division, HYDRA was split into three, and the branch led by Pierce had been completely whitewashed.
The other two branches were led by Gideon Malick and Baron Strucker, respectively.
As the Boss's confidant, Rumlow knew that the Boss was about to launch decapitation strikes against these two HYDRA branches.
Compared to surviving by hiding in dark corners, Rumlow preferred his current life, walking openly in the sunlight.
All of this was because of the Boss.
The Boss's kindness was impossible to repay.
Therefore, upon learning that the Boss had left S.H.I.E.L.D., almost all Quick Reaction Special Forcesmembers had the idea of continuing to follow the Boss.
But they never expected that the Boss would transform... into S.H.I.E.L.D.'s superior.
"Brothers, continue training for two more hours!"
"Sweat more in peacetime, bleed less in wartime."
"Whoever can't keep up with the Boss's pace, don't blame us brothers for being heartless when the time comes..."
"Yes Sir!!!"
Inside the S.H.I.E.L.D. Medical Bay, hearing the sounds of the Quick Reaction Special Forces training, Fury only felt it was noisy.
He had thought he was finally free from Murdoch's shadow and was about to regain control of S.H.I.E.L.D., but he never expected...
The other party left, but not entirely, even transforming from Deputy Director to...
"Alas—alas."
Thinking that he had struggled and fought for most of his life to become S.H.I.E.L.D. Director, and how old was Murdoch?
Twenty-five!?
A twenty-five-year-old superior!
"Motherfucker!!!"
The more Nick Fury thought about it, the angrier he became, his eyes rolled back, and he fainted again.
"Director, Director, Director..."
Chapter 117 Selling the News to Lu Dan
After becoming a Congressman, Qin Mo finally had more leisure time, only occasionally demonstrating how to play the role of a superhero.
Previously, as the Deputy Director of S.H.I.E.L.D., he could unreservedly gain popularity for himself.
As an Congressman, things couldn't be done too absolutely.
For example, if he were to solve all fire and disaster relief, it would make other departments seem redundant.
Many netizens had already appeared online, angrily denouncing the FBI and CIA for wasting taxpayers' money.
This was not a good thing for Qin Mo, who intended to become the Hua Shi Ren; since he had entered the game, he had to abide by the established rules.
Therefore, from now on, he would only choose to make a heroic appearance when some major crisis occurred.
Most of his time was spent planning: how to rob money.
After all, making money wasn't as fast as robbing money.
The funds that could be topped up in the system's mall couldn't be directly stolen, so he had to use the guise of being reasonable, compliant, and legal, and first rob from the other two HYDRA factions.
One of them was the orthodox HYDRA led by Gideon Malick.
Compared to ruling the World by force, they were more focused on finding a way to bring back HYDRA's progenitor, Hive.
The other faction, HYDRA led by Baron Strucker, was mainly active on the European continent.
Based on certain considerations.
For the decapitation operations against the other two HYDRA factions, Qin Mo planned to let Nick Fury act as the vanguard, while Pierce and Zola only needed to plunder assets from behind.
Also, regarding S.H.I.E.L.D.'s massive material procurement orders, he made some special adjustments.
For example, for the agent equipment procurement order, he waved his hand and had everything procured from Stark Industries, and Tony was familiar with this, giving back the full rebate.
Other procurement targets needed to be pursued gradually.
The ultimate goal was to transfer S.H.I.E.L.D.'s massive procurement funds from the left hand to the right hand.
The left hand produces materials, and the right hand buys them with money.
He wanted both rebates and profits.
The room for manipulation in this... just think of the U.S. military's exorbitant procurement orders.
Putting away his pen and paper, Qin Mo suddenly realized that the number of usable people under Nick Fury's command was a bit small at the moment.
How could this be!
Relying on Black Widow and Hawkeye to deal with the other two HYDRA factions, who knew how long it would take to succeed.
Thinking of this, Qin Mo urgently called the artificial intelligence Zola.
"Dr., find a way to sell Captain America's whereabouts to Nick Fury."
"What?" Zola's emotions fluctuated greatly, and the digital human face on the screen began to flicker madly.
"Boss, Captain America isn't dead?"
"Look at you." Qin Mo was angry at his lack of ambition: "You are already an immortal artificial intelligence, how can you be afraid of a soldier?"
"Hey." Zola explained: "Boss, Schmidt and I were defeated by him back then."
Years later, recalling Red Skull and Captain America, Zola felt a sense of melancholy and, inexplicably, a feeling of mutual appreciation.
Both teammates and opponents were gone.
Qin Mo did not agree with this.
"The impact of individual ability in the face of war is ultimately limited; you lost because you were too rushed."
"If you had developed cautiously and utilized the Tesseract more to create advanced weapons, you might not have been unable to win."
When talking about the Tesseract, a flash of inspiration suddenly crossed Qin Mo's mind.
Thanos was known to be collecting six Infinity Stones, and acquiring Infinity Stones was as quick as finding the whereabouts of Captain America for Qin Mo, taking less than half a second.
Given Nick Fury's current situation, he would definitely be willing to spend a lot of money to buy Captain America's whereabouts.
Nick Fury also needed capable people.
So, by analogy, could he sell the six Infinity Stones to Thanos at an exorbitant price?
After a moment of careful thought, Qin Mo realized:
This plan was feasible!
"Dr., find someone clever to sell the news to Nick Fury, and remember to try to sell it for a higher price."
"Okay." Zola paused, then asked: "Boss, I don't quite understand..."
As a subordinate, he only needed to obey orders, but regarding Captain America, Zola was very curious about it.
Given Zola's efforts during this period, which left a cold 60 billion in the mall balance, Qin Mo explained.
"I'm preparing to have Captain America assist Nick Furyin decapitation operations against the other two HYDRAfactions."
"At that time, you and Pierce will hide behind them and harvest wealth, understand?"
"This..." Zola was filled with emotion.
"As expected of you, it's a pity you weren't around back then."
If the HYDRA leader had been the boss back then, the World's progress might have changed as a result.
This was what a HYDRA leader should be like.
The boss, a true old fox.
Red Skull, a complete idiot.
"Alright, go get busy."
After dismissing Zola, Qin Mo lay on the sofa chair, rubbing his head. Recently, those Eternal had been secretly observing nearby.
From the consciousness obtained through telepathy, he learned that these guys had mistaken him for a Celestial who had descended upon Earth.
The guessing process was completely wrong, but the result... was coincidentally correct.
After obtaining the Celestial Body, the race displayed on Qin Mo's system panel had changed from human to Celestial.
A genuine Celestial.
Although he did not possess the laws controlled by the Celestial, whether it was the Phoenix Force, Chaos Magic, or Fairy Force, they were definitely stronger than the Celestial laws.
In short, he belonged to the Super Celestial.
Equivalent to the level of the Celestial's boss, OAA.
The Celestial's boss, OAA, and OAA, the One Above All, only share the same name; their strength and realm are not on the same level at all.
In the Marvel Universe, the One Above All is the strongest.
At least for now, as for later... who can say what will happen later.
Qin Mo was truly too lazy to bother with these Celestial servants, just as people... most of the time don't care about ants on the ground.
Unless he was in a bad mood that day, he would light an incense stick and roast ants for fun...
But the Eternal didn't think so; in order to get close to Qin Mo, they even bought a Villa in Hyde Garden.
"Hmm?" Qin Mo's eyes lit up.
Among the Eternal ten-person team, there seemed to be an Indian named Kingo who was quite rich...
Another money bag.
Also, the Eternal—Tina—who shared the same face as Angelina Jolie, that sexy mouth... truly made one excited.
At this moment, the ten Eternal transformed in Qin Mo's eyes into—money bags, bedmates, superpowered beasts...
Anyway, the Eternal were robots mass-produced by Arishem the Judge in the Cosmic Forge, so he had no psychological burden whatsoever in exploiting them.
Thinking of this, Qin Mo had an idea.
"System bro, be more discerning; how long has it been since you refreshed the Loyalty Potion?"
He planned to recruit some Celestial and Eternalservants... as beasts, by contacting the Eternal.
...
Kamar-Taj.
Ancient One was sitting in the backyard, deep in thought—how to make Murdoch willingly accept the title of Sorcerer Supreme, so she could be free sooner.
Suddenly, a subtle spatial fluctuation appeared.
"Hmm? Why are you here?"
God King Odin smiled: "Sorcerer Supreme, I apologize for disturbing you."
At this second, Ancient One finally realized: it seemed that when she went to find Murdoch, she had the same expression...
In other words, Odin had a request for her!
Chapter 118 He Prefers Money
Kamar-Taj, backyard.
The bluestone path, smoothed by the passage of time, had a few clumps of moss peeking out from its cracks, shimmering with morning dew.
In the center of the yard stood a small pavilion with upturned eaves, its wooden pillars covered in vines, and its roof tiles possessing a deep, aged luster, with even a few sprigs of sedum visible at the corners.
Ancient One sat by the stone table inside the pavilion.
Her yellow robes draped over the stone bench, her fingertips lightly caressed a white porcelain teacup, and wisps of steam rose from the emerald green tea.
Five centuries as Sorcerer Supreme had imbued her with an imperturbable tranquility.
Only at this moment, as the aroma of tea mingled with the fresh scent of plants and wafted past her nose, did a hint of almost lazy relaxation spread across her eyes, which had seen through all worldly affairs.
"God, please."
"Sorcerer, what a delightful pastime." Odin picked up the white porcelain teacup and savored it.
"Good tea."
Though she knew the other party had a request, Ancient One merely stroked the warm cup.
"After many years apart, is God still well?"
The words on Odin's lips... had been rolled over and over.
"I'm fine, I'm fine."
After so many years, why was this Sorcerer Supremelike a non-stick pan? She wasn't giving him any chance to speak.
"Sorcerer, I..."
"God." Ancient One poured another cup of tea: "Please."
Odin helplessly picked up the teacup and drank it down.
After an unknown amount of time, the tea in the white porcelain teapot ran dry, and Odin leaned forward slightly.
"Sorcerer, I came here this time to ask you—has anything major happened in the World recently?"
"Major?" Ancient One was slightly surprised.
She had thought that something was wrong in Asgard, which was why God had come to seek help.
Seeing the other party's confused gaze, Odin had no choice but to recount what had happened earlier.
"That hammer would disappear for a while, then suddenly reappear; I suspect someone tampered with it."
No sooner had he spoken than Ancient One, from the manner of action, knew who was responsible: "God, it's not that I don't want to tell you, it's just..."
Seeing this, Odin cupped his fists: "Sorcerer, the favor you grant today will be greatly repaid."
"This..."
Ancient One hesitated for a moment, then explained: "It's just that that person is too powerful; while you and I are chatting, the other party might already know."
"What?" Odin's eyes widened.
He suspected Ancient One was lying, but he had no proof.
Simply put, Asgard, the World, and the other Worlds are the Nine Realms growing on the World Tree.
As the former Lord of the Nine Realms, Asgard not only possessed the Bifrost Bridge, which could transport them to the Nine Realms at any time, but the eyes of the gatekeeper, Heimdall, could also see most areas of the Nine Realms.
Therefore, Asgard was mostly aware of what happened in the World.
In all these years, Odin had never heard of such a powerful existence in the World.
For two top-tier Celestial-level powerhouses to chat, and the other party to know—this... was too absurd.
Could the other party be the Celestials?
Thinking of this possibility, Odin shook his head repeatedly.
Impossible, absolutely impossible.
If the Celestials were to descend upon Earth again, Asgard would surely receive news.
But upon closer thought, it somehow made sense; the reason he came to Kamar-Taj was precisely because Heimdall had discovered nothing.
To be able to break the spell he had placed on Mjolnir, and to make the hammer disappear without Heimdallnoticing...
Such an existence was indeed powerful.
"Sorcerer, is this person friend or foe?"
Hearing this, Ancient One fell into thought.
"He... usually enjoys helping others and never bullies the weak; he should be considered a Good Samaritan Brother."
From Murdoch's actions over the years, aside from being greedy, he never bullied the weak; he only bullied Agatha.
Helping out in various disasters also perfectly fit the description of enjoying helping others.
"Good Samaritan Brother?" Odin frowned.
A Good Samaritan Brother is not necessarily a friend, and could very well be an enemy.
He truly couldn't understand why, even though the other party had already taken Mjolnir, he would throw the hammer back to its original place.
Done on a whim?
"Sorcerer, if you help introduce me, will he attack me and Asgard?"
Hearing this, Ancient One shook her head slightly.
"Probably not."
Upon hearing this, Odin's face was filled with melancholy; "probably not" meant there was a high chance it would happen.
Just as he felt helpless, Ancient One's words made him regain confidence.
"He prefers money; God can approach him from this angle."
Other than liking money, Ancient One couldn't think of any other reason to explain why such a ruthless person would sell the darkhold.
"Money?" Odin was stunned for a few seconds, then tentatively asked: "Those yellow and white things?"
"More or less." Ancient One said: "In the World's terms, it's money."
A cloud of confusion also lingered in her heart.
Murdoch was already a transcendent, multi-dimensional powerhouse whose realm was high enough to look down upon the mortal World, yet he inexplicably showed interest in worldly wealth.
It was truly perplexing.
"Thank you for telling me, Sorcerer."
Odin bowed in salute, and with a slight movement of his fingertips, a bag of energy gems glowing with a faint blue light quietly appeared in the corner of the table, without any deliberate action.
As the God of Asgard, he had long resided at the peak of the Nine Realms, and his Queen, Frigga, was also a seasoned Witch skilled in mystic arts; how could he not know the weakness of the Sorcerer community?
What Sorcerers lacked most was magic.
The source of magic in this World had long been completely divided among successive powerhouses, and the remaining residue was merely a drop in the bucket.
Sorcerers who wished to cast spells had to sign loan contracts with powerful beings such as the Vishanti or Dormammu, and only with borrowed magic could they cast spells.
Nine out of ten returned thirteen, and if they couldn't repay... they repaid with their lives.
Unless they inherently possessed magic, they didn't need to sign loan contracts, but such existences were extremely rare.
The reasons for this need not be mentioned.
Ancient One nodded slightly, clearly pleased with Odin's recent action.
"Sorcerer, thank you for your hospitality. I will return to Asgard to prepare, and then I will trouble you to introduce me."
"No problem, no problem."
As Odin's figure disappeared with the light of the Bifrost Bridge, Ancient One realized: she seemed to have found a way to make money.
Unfortunately, there weren't many beings like Odin who were interested in Murdoch.
Otherwise, she would definitely make a fortune from it.
At this moment, she truly understood—why Murdochliked money.
Because she liked it too!
Switching gears, Thor's situation was quite miserable.
Due to being reported as possibly mentally ill, the powerless Thor was forcibly tied up by a group of weak mortals and taken to a mental hospital.
Normally, if the test results showed that the person was not mentally ill, they would usually be allowed to leave.
However, Thor kept shouting.
"Father, Father, I was wrong."
"Good Samaritan Brother, Good Samaritan Brother, save me."
Such extraordinary behavior made the Doctors in the mental hospital even more convinced—the patient was suspected of suffering from severe delusions and schizophrenia.
Based on these test results, Thor was forcibly kept in a mental hospital in Norway... for treatment.
"Good Samaritan Brother, save me, save me!"
Chapter 119 He Likes Your Type
Hyde Garden, by the community's scenic lake.
As usual, Qin Mo held Kanna's chubby little hand, strolling slowly by the lake.
The morning light pierced through the tree branches, plating the lake with a layer of fragmented gold, and also dyeing Kanna's fluffy hair with a warm glow.
Not far away, the Eternal Sersi and Water Sprite, who had been waiting for a long time, happened to walk over, pretending to meet by chance…
The Water Sprite, who always looked like a young girl, looked at Kanna and exaggeratedly said, "Wow, what a cute little child."
But unexpectedly, Kanna pulled Qin Mo's hand: "Daddy, I'm hungry."
"Hmm, let's go home and eat."
After a simple nod to the two women, Qin Mo picked up Kanna and walked towards home.
Looking at the direction the alleged Celestials had left, the Water Sprite said with a fallen face, "Sister Sersi, he doesn't seem to be interested in either of us."
"Why do you say that?" Sersi asked curiously.
The Water Sprite spread her hands, quite helpless: "According to the information provided by Ajak, that little girl is his sister, but she just called him Daddy…"
"This…" Sersi chuckled awkwardly: "Well, tomorrow let Ajak and Tina try together."
The Eternal ten-person team consists of five males and five females. The females are—leader Ajak, ValkyrieTina, Water Sprite Spike, Speedster Makkari, and Sersi…
Because Makkari is deaf and mute, the other four women paired up in twos, trying to attract his attention.
Who would have thought, they got off to a bad start.
As for the five men, there's no need to mention them. Who among us would be interested in men?
Back in the Villa they had specifically bought, the Water Sprite slumped on the sofa and reported.
"That person is completely unwilling to pay attention to us. It's up to you all tomorrow."
Ajak nodded: "That's fine too."
Initially, she had planned to let Tina go and strike up a conversation. After all, Tina was considered the best in terms of figure and appearance among the five of them.
However, Tina had a partner—Gilgamesh—who rejected this suggestion.
The next morning.
Just like yesterday, Ajak and Tina were by the lake, pretending to run into Qin Mo and Kanna, who were fishing.
"King? You live in this community too?"
Tina looked like a young girl meeting her idol, full of surprise: "I'm your idol, can I take a picture with you?"
"No, you're my fan, Pooh, I'm your fan, I'm sorry, I'm too excited to meet you…"
This scene made Qin Mo feel deeply emotional.
The persuasive words he had used to fool Star-Lordearlier were like a boomerang, circling around and accurately hitting him back.
"No problem."
Hearing this, Ajak's eyes lit up.
Indeed, just as she had guessed, he liked Tina's type, so it would be easy from now on.
"I'll help you take the picture."
Looking at this Eternal leader, Qin Mo really wanted to ask her face to face: Are you using this to test the Celestials?
Well, for the sake of eight super-powered oxen and one money bag, he gladly joined the game.
It was still the same old saying: since he was already here, he naturally had to experience the Marvelfeatures, anyway, it was just entering the body, not entering life, a casual relationship.
After the photo, Tina perfectly demonstrated what it meant to be a fervent female fan, insisting on exchanging contact information.
Then she squatted beside Qin Mo, continuously providing excessive emotional value with Angelina Jolie's signature sexy lips.
This made him inexplicably miss the art of the bedroom: oral skills.
System, give me some strength.
Don't keep refreshing useless things every day. Skills like oral skills, which can be given to others, must be refreshed more often.
Every time Qin Mo caught a fish, Tina's exclamations would follow.
"Wow, King, you're amazing."
The beautiful woman's performance suddenly made Kanna worried for Skye; this woman didn't seem like a good person.
Skye was highly likely not her opponent.
If it were up to Kanna, she would have directly called him Daddy, just like yesterday, and chased this bad woman away.
But… Little Qin wouldn't allow it.
Kanna, like a little adult, stared at the bobber with a blank expression on her chubby face, her mind already fantasizing about what delicious food Sister Mei would help her make for lunch.
Braised fish? Sweet and sour fish? Chopped chili fish?
Slurp~ Kanna swallowed her saliva.
Suddenly receiving instructions from Little Qin, she quickly said, "Brother, I'm hungry."
Qin Mo smiled with relief, it was not in vain that he loved Kanna so much: "Okay, then let's go home and eat."
Seeing this, Tina's acting continued to explode, and she asked with anticipation, "Idol, can I walk with you in the future?"
Qin Mo's acting was also on point.
"No problem, see you tomorrow."
The Oscars owe them each an award.
Putting away the net bag filled with fish, Qin Mo waved goodbye to the two fake fans and walked home hand in hand with Kanna.
On the way home, his mind flashed through the appearances and figures of the five Eternal women, and he commented on each one.
Fake fan leader Ajak, with the same square face as Captain Marvel Carol, was not within his aesthetic range and was directly excluded.
The reason he sparred with Carol last year was more due to wanting to hit Nick Fury.
He was just that kind of scumbag, clearly and unequivocally.
Everyone was an adult; if they agreed not to get involved in each other's lives, then they wouldn't.
Another fake fan, Tina, her sexy lips, indeed appealed to some of his aesthetics.
Worth investing in oral skills from the art of the bedroom.
Besides these two, among the other three Eternalwomen, the Water Sprite was like a tomboy; there was no need to even think about it, directly Out.
Speedster Makkari… no feeling.
The last one, Sersi, who possessed matter conversion ability, Qin Mo didn't like her current skin, preferring another skin—Quintessa.
These two were played by the same actress.
While Qin Mo was deliberating on choosing a concubine in the human world, far away at the peak of the Nine Realms, in Asgard, Odin stood in the resplendent treasury, selecting gifts to bestow upon the mysterious strongman.
The entire Heavenly Palace of Asgard was magnificent and looked very rich.
In fact, Odin was indeed wealthy.
Having conquered the Nine Realms for many years, Odin's treasury contained only top-tier treasures.
The Casket of Ancient Winters plundered from the Frost Giants, the Eternal Flame of the Fire Giant, and the Night Pearl treasured by the Dark Elf King, all now lay quietly in the treasury.
Any one of them, if taken out, would be priceless.
Not to mention the Infinity Gauntlet, the Destroyerarmor…
At this moment, Odin's fingertips tapped a golden pouch engraved with runes. From the golden light overflowing from the pouch's opening, countless Asgardian gold coins could be vaguely seen rolling within.
Weighing the bag of gold coins, Odin took about ten bags in one go before stopping.
"These funds should be enough, right?"
...
S.H.I.E.L.D. Tower, Medical Room.
Originally, according to the Doctor's instructions, Nick Fury still needed at least half a month of rest to fully recover and be discharged.
But at this moment, Nick Fury could no longer care about anything else.
Only because he received a secret report from an informant: someone was selling a mysterious piece of information, extremely important to Great America, and specifically requested to negotiate with him.
Nick Fury pondered for a moment, preparing to personally attend the meeting. He wanted to see what kind of information it was.
Chapter 120 You have to consider the overall situation
It's like stirring up trouble in a traditional courtyard house, like ringing a bell in name.
Coming to the Marvel Universe, normal people like Black Widow and Scarlet Witch Wanda, while those with more peculiar tastes like She-Hulk or the green-skinned Skrull Dragon Mother…
Qin Mo is different; he likes them all.
Everyone is an adult; it's a consensual, mutually desired exchange, not against anyone's will.
The law can't touch him, let alone morality.
Besides, his sense of morality isn't particularly strong to begin with.
What's wrong with playing with a few more Western women?
It is based on this mentality.
Qin Mo entered the game without hesitation, directly getting involved with the Eternal Valkyrie, Tina...
The speed of their progress greatly satisfied Ajak, the leader of the Eternal, who was secretly orchestrating everything.
Tina's success precisely confirmed how far-sighted and decisive her original choice was.
As servants of the God, the inherent mission of the Eternal is to serve the Celestials.
Although Murdoch's Celestial identity has not been fully confirmed, Ajak has a strange feeling: the other party is very likely a Celestial who has strayed.
Letting Tina and the God have a romantic relationship... it shouldn't be too much, right?
Hearing that the infiltration plan was a great success, the faces of the Eternal showed uncontrollable joy and relief.
Living in seclusion on Earth... idle for many years, they can finally serve the God again!
Scallions and oranges!
The joys and sorrows of the Eternal are not the same.
While the other clan members felt deeply relieved, Gilgamesh, who had secretly loved Tina for many years, could only stare, watching his beloved embrace and kiss someone else...
To fulfill the command of the judging God, Ajak, as the project leader, had no choice but to personally counsel his clan members.
"Gilgamesh, you must consider the big picture…"
The chubby Gilgamesh hung his head, his clenched fists turning white at the knuckles, using all his strength to hold back the moisture welling up in his eyes.
There's a saying: if someone tells you to consider the big picture, you're probably not in that picture.
"Ajak, what if, one in a million, that kid isn't a God? I'll definitely smash his dog head."
"Okay, I promise you."
After thinking for a moment, Ajak decided not to mention how Tina would confirm whether Murdochbelonged to the Celestials.
She was worried that the little fatty would go crazy if he knew.
All members of the Eternal can manipulate cosmic energy, but each member's manifestation is different.
Among them, Tina is most sensitive to energy perception; she will definitely be able to confirm the other party's identity as long as she has deep contact with Murdoch.
After successfully appeasing the unstable factor, Tinajust happened to return at this time.
Ajak and the others quickly asked, "How was it?"
"It's alright. We've arranged to have dinner together tonight."
"You've worked hard."
"It's my duty." Tina waved her hand awkwardly.
Her current actions seemed to have nothing to do with hard work; instead, it was more like she was gradually becoming immersed and falling into this atmosphere.
That guy seems to have an innate charm that makes people want to get close... and understand him deeply.
Meanwhile, on the other side.
After returning home and having breakfast, Qin Moactivated his telepathy, remotely controlling HYDRAsoldiers to personally participate in another form—selling Captain America's whereabouts to Egghead.
He was mainly worried about selling it too cheaply.
The wealth owned by Nick Fury has always been a mystery, even the artificial intelligence Zola could not fully ascertain it.
Qin Mo suspected that Nick Fury had a high probability of dispersing his wealth under the names of the Skrulls, who possess shapeshifting abilities.
This way, no one could accuse him of corruption.
Introducing the Skrulls into the MCU is definitely one of Marvel's blunders; the crux lies in their shapeshifting ability, which is simply too buggy.
Imagine an entire race of Mystiques, inciting humans to war, attempting to rule humanity, etc.—it would be incredibly easy.
In the later series "Secret Invasion," the already fragile balance of the World was directly shattered by the Skrulls.
Based on certain considerations, Qin Mo specifically took action to establish some basic operating rules for the film Universe:
The first specific rule is that no existence can transform into his appearance, to prevent the Skrulls from transforming into him and causing trouble.
Secondly, Skrulls have aphrodisiac effects...
He was really putting in the effort to make money.
If the damn system didn't prevent cheating, Qin Mowould only need to casually set a few rules to make all the wealth in the Universe flow into his pockets.
Becoming an omniversal level would be a matter of minutes.
As for the Skrulls and Carol having a good relationship, Qin Mo didn't care at all.
When it comes to making money, a mere bed warmer, he knows what's important.
Manhattan, Xiunan Hotel rooftop.
The rooftop offered an open view and was a good location for a transaction.
To lower Nick Fury's guard and divert his attention, Qin Mo specifically selected a Black Agent from the HYDRAmembers under Gideon Malick.
A Black Agent who admired Captain America.
Qin Mo not only wanted to sell the whereabouts of Captain America but also wanted Nick Fury to notice Gideon Malick, just to make S.H.I.E.L.D. and HYDRAfight each other.
Only when both sides truly started fighting would it be convenient for him to hide behind them and profit for himself.
At this moment, downstairs from the Xiunan Hotel, Nick Fury and his confidant Coulson were discussing in low voices.
"Director, the target has appeared. Should we arrest him now, or…?"
Nick Fury shook his head: "I'll go meet him first. You guys surround this building and act on my command. Remember, you must capture the target alive."
"Yes." Coulson quickly responded.
This was a critical period for the Deputy Directorelection, and he had to perform well from now on.
Just like that, Nick Fury, carrying a briefcase, pushed open the iron door leading to the rooftop and went to the appointment alone.
On the rooftop, the Black Agent, controlled by Qin Mo's telepathy, had been waiting for a long time.
Two Black men, three eyes, looked at each other and began to exchange secret codes.
"Nigga, you're here."
"Nigga, I'm here."
"Nigga, you shouldn't have come."
Hearing the insult-filled secret code, Nick Fury gritted his teeth and said, "Nigga, I'm already here."
The Black man nodded and continued to ask, "Bu Rou, are we eating watermelon or fried chicken tonight?"
Nick Fury's forehead veins bulged, as he suppressed the urge to pull out his gun and shoot the other party, and replied.
"Bu Rou, tonight I'm going home to pick cotton!"
Before coming, Nick Fury was already convinced that the person in front of him was by no means the mastermind, but merely a pawn deliberately pushed out by the person behind him to make things difficult for him.
Simply because Black brothers would never greet each other in such a way.
Whether it was "Nigga," or "fried chicken and watermelon," or "picking cotton"... for a Black man, it was a sure way to die.
Motherfucker!
He must not let the person behind him get away, otherwise, he would make the other party regret ever coming to this World.
After confirming that the secret code was completely correct, the Black Agent continued, "Did you bring the money?"
"The money's here." Nick Fury lifted the briefcase: "Whether you can take it depends on whether your information is worth this much money."
"Don't worry, you'll definitely be satisfied."