Chapter 121 How much is Captain Popsicle worth?
Manhattan, Xiunan Hotel.
On the rooftop.
The Black Agent pulled a note from his pocket: "Director Fury, please transfer the money to this account first."
Nick Fury sneered: "Impossible, I haven't even received the intelligence yet, there's no such thing as..."
"Here." The Black Agent interrupted, pulling several more photos from his pocket.
Taking the photos, Nick Fury's pupils suddenly constricted, his fingers tightly gripping the crumpled pictures...
In the photos, in the blue glacier, the star-spangled uniform was faintly visible beneath the ice, and that young face was so familiar.
In that instant, the photos sealed in S.H.I.E.L.D.'s archives suddenly overlapped with the icy image before his eyes.
The man, known as a legend in history textbooks, appeared in Nick Fury's sight in such a bizarre way.
At this moment, his World was left with only that ice-bound face and the thunderous sound of his heart pounding against his chest.
Thump~ Thump~
"He's still alive?" Nick Fury asked instinctively.
As S.H.I.E.L.D. Director, Fury naturally knew that Howard Stark had dispatched salvage ships to search for Captain America.
But unfortunately, only the Tesseract was recovered.
The Black Agent chuckled: "Director Fury, whether he lives or not depends entirely on your sincerity from now on."
Nick Fury narrowed his single eye, a threatening glint flashing within it: "You..."
Sensing the threat in the other party's eyes, the Black Agent spread his hands.
"If you want him to die, suit yourself. Since I dared to come, I didn't plan on leaving alive."
Hearing this, Nick Fury fell silent.
After more than seventy years of development, S.H.I.E.L.D.'s Agents are spread across the World, and theoretically, this vast intelligence empire never lacks manpower.
But only Nick Fury knew.
Those ordinary Agents who accurately hit the bullseye on the training ground and extracted testimonies in the interrogation room were, in the end, just standard issue.
Facing super-powered individuals who could fly or burrow, or evil spirits crawling out of hell, no matter how many ordinary Agents there were, they wouldn't be of much use.
When Murdoch was still around, none of this was obvious.
After Murdoch's departure, the highest-end combat power in all of S.H.I.E.L.D. was surprisingly only Bladeand Rumlow.
And these two were not his direct subordinates.
Among his direct subordinates, only a handful of people like Coulson, Hawkeye, and Black Widow remained usable.
Although they were barely usable, they were completely lost when encountering super-powered individuals.
Hulk was usable, but the neighborhood he was supposed to protect was more severely damaged by Hulk than by villains.
The compensation claims were already giving him a headache.
If Captain America were brought under his command, all these problems would be solved.
Not only on the combat power level, but more so Captain's terrifying influence, no less than Murdoch's.
You know, that's Captain America!
The spiritual totem that the Great America government had spared no effort in promoting for over seventy years.
Such an existence becoming his subordinate...
Thinking of this, the light in Nick Fury's eyes grew brighter and brighter, and he asked in a deep voice.
"How much?"
"One billion pounds."
"Impossible, I don't have that much on hand."
The Black Agent sneered: "It doesn't matter whether you have it or not. Steal it, rob it, we only want the money. Within 10 hours, once the money arrives, we'll hand over the address."
"If you try any tricks, we don't mind making him disappear completely."
"Don't think about secretly going to look for him. Since I dared to give you the photos, I'm not afraid of you looking for him privately."
Having said that, the Black Agent put his hands together and even actively extended them.
"Director Fury, come and catch me."
Ignoring Coulson's plea in his earpiece, Nick Furyremained silent for a long time, finally choosing to compromise.
"Ten hours is too short. I can't possibly raise that much money. Give me three days..."
Under Nick Fury's expectant gaze, the Black Agentwalked to the edge of the rooftop, pointed at his watch, and smiled devilishly.
"Only 9 hours and 50 minutes left, you know."
With that.
The Black Agent leaped, jumping from the rooftop.
Bang~
Below the Xiunan Hotel, Coulson was leaning against the wall, waiting for orders, when a loud bang suddenly rang out, followed by sticky, crimson and milky white liquid splashing everywhere...
Looking up, Coulson seemed to see Director Fury's bewildered and helpless eyes at the edge of the rooftop.
"Director, target confirmed deceased."
"Coulson, you stay and handle this. I'm going back to S.H.I.E.L.D. first."
Before Coulson could speak, the communication link was unilaterally cut off by Nick Fury.
One billion pounds is not a small sum.
Let alone within ten hours, even in ten days or a hundred days, he wouldn't be able to gather it.
Fortunately, S.H.I.E.L.D. has a good amount of funds, and he can also apply to Congress and the Security Council.
With the Great America government and the Security Council involved, Nick Fury didn't believe for a second that the other party could transfer that one billion pounds from the Swiss account.
If that were truly the case, Great America would have its own way of resolving it.
This way, it would be like getting Captain America for free.
Nick Fury's gloomy expression instantly brightened, and he even happily hummed a tune.
Almost at the same time.
After disconnecting his telepathy, Qin Mo rubbed his aching head: "Hiss~ So this is what freefall feels like."
He had been having too much fun just now and, for a moment, neglected to cut off the telepathy, forcing him to experience freefall firsthand.
It hurt, it hurt so much.
The reason for demanding one billion pounds was to leave enough room for bargaining in this transaction.
It's business, I name the price, you bargain.
It should have been like that.
But Qin Mo didn't expect that Nick Fury not only didn't bargain but actually agreed.
F*ck, are Americans that rich?
He didn't understand.
"Could it be?" Qin Mo stroked his chin, suddenly realizing the blind spot: "Applying for funds from the Security Council?"
"Holy crap, what a genius."
Thinking of this, Qin Mo couldn't help but give Nick Furya thumbs up. As expected, you can't underestimate these veteran agents; their brains work fast.
If not for the existence of telepathy, this transaction would never have been so easy.
No wonder telepathy, which is so common in comics, almost never appeared in the movie Universe. This is even more bugged than the Skrulls' shapeshifting ability.
It's too overpowered.
The Skrulls' shapeshifting disguise automatically reverts to their original appearance after Death.
However, telepathy leaves almost no trace, and even if Ancient One personally intervened, she wouldn't be able to ascertain the truth.
"Mr. Murdoch, are you home?"
The familiar shout made Qin Mo raise an eyebrow. Speak of the devil, Ancient One... actually brought Odinalong.
Opening the courtyard gate, Qin Mo looked at the two top-tier Heavenly Father-level nobodies who had come together, asking knowingly.
"Master, who is this?"
"Mr. Murdoch, hello." Odin picked up the gift in his hand and introduced himself: "My name is Odin, from Asgardbeyond Midgard. A small token of respect..."
"This..." Qin Mo's acting was on point: "How can I accept this, Mr. Odin, please come in."
Chapter 122: Free Captain America (Part 1)
Hyde Garden, Villa No. 1.
Inside the seven-meter-high vaulted living room, the dome chandelier cast fragmented light onto the marble floor.
After the host and guests were seated, the bionic Karapoured coffee for the three of them.
"Thank you," Odin said with a slight smile.
After a brief interaction, Odin had a particularly strange feeling; he couldn't discern the other party's strength, and then there was this mechanical maid with a life-like aura...
Everything about the situation felt a bit odd.
Lost in thought, Odin was gently poked by Ancient One, who was sitting beside him, and he finally came back to his senses, saying,
"Mr. Murdoch, I have a presumptuous request to make on this visit."
For the sake of the gold coins, Qin Mo consistently maintained the basic etiquette of a benefactor.
"Please speak."
"It's like this," Odin slowly began.
"I have an unfilial son whom I banished to Midgard... Earth, a few days ago. I didn't inform you beforehand, and I ask for your understanding."
"You're too kind," Qin Mo said with a smile. "We Earthlings believe that visitors are guests; there's no need to be so polite."
Ancient One kept her eyes down, trying to minimize her presence, but couldn't help but inwardly grumble: This guy, after getting the money, is indeed more polite than the previous times.
Alas, what a pity.
Kamar-Taj doesn't have that much money, otherwise, she would definitely clear the way with money and smash Murdoch into Sorcerer Supreme.
Ancient One had never, until this moment, so urgently desired a large fortune to conquer Murdoch.
Odin paused, then continued.
"At that time, I accidentally threw a hammer onto Earthas well..."
"Mr. Odin," Qin Mo interrupted.
"It's not good to throw things around. What if you hit a child? Even if you don't hit a child, it's not good to hit flowers and plants, don't you agree?"
"Yes, I was rude."
"How about this," Qin Mo suggested, "I'll hire some people later to repair the flowers and plants damaged by the hammer, using these gold coins."
"That's fine too," Odin was momentarily stunned.
In that instant, Odin inexplicably felt a pang of heartache. To use so many gold coins to repair flowers and plants?
What kind of flowers and plants are so precious?
Also... are Earthlings so protective of the environment?
Well, it's a good karma in the end.
If it really doesn't work, he'll send more money next time. Asgard doesn't lack much, only gold.
Under Ancient One's envious gaze, Odin successfully paved the way with money and gained Murdoch's understanding.
Why was he so insistent on gaining the other party's understanding?
Because in Odin's heart, he already regarded Murdochas the Lord of Midgard. Not informing the other party beforehand when banishing Thor to Midgard was indeed an offense.
Being able to solve it with money is always better and more cost-effective than being beaten by the other party at Asgard's doorstep.
"Mr. Murdoch, my unfilial son will be staying on Earthfor some time. During this period, I ask for your kind care."
Qin Mo said with a hint of apology, "To be honest, I've been quite busy with work recently, and I'm not sure if I'll have the time..."
As Odin hesitated, he heard Ancient One quietly prompt, "Add money, give him more money."
Upon hearing this, Odin suddenly realized and quickly said, "I just remembered, Asgard has some items that don't exist on Earth. I'll send some over another day, and you can help me appraise them."
"This..." Qin Mo looked a bit troubled. "Well, though my time with you, Old Brother, has been short, I feel a strong connection. With me around, you don't need to worry about your nephew's safety."
Acknowledging Thor as his grand-nephew, Qin Mo's seniority before the God of Stories would immediately super double.
It's equivalent to Jane becoming Thor's aunt...
"Thank you," Odin quickly cupped his hands in gratitude.
The other party dared to call him 'Old Brother,' but he dared not accept it.
There was no other way; this was, after all, a Worldwhere strength was respected, and he was no longer the King of the Nine Realms of yesteryear. Even if he were in that state of mind from back then, he probably wouldn't be a match for the person before him.
Just then, Qin Mo's phone suddenly rang. Seeing this, Odin quickly stood up to take his leave.
"You're busy, I'll go back to Asgard and prepare well, and bother you another day."
"Sorry, work is a bit busy. Kara, please see our two guests out."
After watching Odin and Ancient One leave, Qin Mopressed the answer button, and Nick Fury's voice immediately came from the other end of the line.
"Councilman Murdoch, there's something... I'm not sure what to do about it. Could you help me with some advice?"
"Speak."
Nick Fury paused, then said, "I'm on my way to the Safety Council Building. For confidentiality, how about we talk in the Director's office?"
"Alright, I'll see you then."
Hanging up the phone, Qin Mo went to the underground garage and slowly drove to the Safety Council Building.
Because every minute that passed, Nick Fury would become more anxious, and when he was anxious, he would lose his rationality.
Half an hour later, at the Safety Council Building.
Led by Director Pierce, all five Security Councilmembers, including Qin Mo, were present.
Nick Fury then began, "Mr. Director, Councilmen, this morning I received news: Captain America is still alive..."
Before the Councilmen could speak, Fury quickly finished in one breath, "But they are demanding one billion pounds to disclose the Captain's detailed whereabouts..."
After saying this, Nick Fury immediately looked at Councilman Murdoch, who represented Great America, and Director Pierce.
However, both were deep in thought.
Instead, the Councilman representing England slammed the table, "What?! One billion pounds! Why don't they just rob us?"
"Fury," Pierce said in a deep voice, "One billion pounds is not a small sum. The Security Council cannot come up with that much at once..."
The Councilmen spoke one after another, seemingly none of them concerned whether the news of Captain America being alive was true.
In his helplessness, Nick Fury could only place his last hope on Murdoch, who was, after all, the Councilman representing Great America's interests.
"Director Fury," Qin Mo countered.
"Where did you receive this information? Is it true? Can you find the person who leaked the information?"
Qin Mo actually didn't want to ask that way, but those Councilmen were just too good at dragging things out, rambling for a long time without getting to the point.
As a Security Councilman representing Great America, his question was consistent with basic logic.
"The person who leaked the information..." Nick Fury's expression was grim. "He committed suicide by jumping off a building, but he left a Switzerland Bank account."
"Then," Qin Mo continued to ask, "Can you find any connections from this account?"
"Agent Hill is investigating. Mr. Director, Councilmen, the other party only gave us ten hours, and now there are only eight hours left."
"If we cannot make the payment on time, they will kill the Captain."
At this point, Nick Fury no longer held much hope of convincing the Security Council to provide financial support.
Even if Pierce and Murdoch supported him, there were still the other four non-Great America Councilmen.
Fortunately, before he came, he had already informed the President and Congress of his idea of getting Captain America for free.
It was just tough for the bank...
But so what? It wasn't a Great America bank.
Chapter 123: Free Captain America (Part 2)
When Nick Fury left the Safety Council Building, he appeared to be in a state of disarray on the surface.
However, it was all intentional.
Just now, his plan to acquire Captain America for free was unanimously approved by the Hua Shi Ren and the speakers of both the Senate and House of Representatives.
Ten billion it is, then.
Transferring the money to the account left by the other party was merely a prepayment of 10 billion pounds.
Next, there would only be two possible outcomes.
In the first scenario: S.H.I.E.L.D. obtains Captain America's whereabouts, Switzerland Bank directly freezes the account, and the other party cannot transfer the money.
This means Captain America is acquired for free, without spending a single penny.
In the second scenario: S.H.I.E.L.D. obtains Captain America's whereabouts, Switzerland Bank directly freezes the account, and the other party transfers the ten billion pounds away.
The probability of this situation occurring is extremely low.
Even if it does happen, the Great America government will have a serious talk with the bank: Where's my money? Give it back quickly?
I put my money in your bank, and under your frozen conditions, the money is gone?
Do you think you should return the money?
In short, no matter which situation occurs.
S.H.I.E.L.D. can obtain Captain America's whereabouts without spending a single penny.
Nick Fury was already prepared. The moment he learned of Captain America's whereabouts, he would immediately rush to rescue him and take this trusted subordinate under his wing.
Inside the Safety Council Building.
After reading Nick Fury's thoughts through telepathy, Qin Mo sat in his office, stunned and speechless for a long time.
"You guys really know how to play; I've learned a lot."
At first, he thought Nick Fury intended to apply for some funds from the Security Council, and then some more from the Hua Shi Ren, to purchase information about Captain America's whereabouts.
He never would have imagined.
They set their sights on Switzerland Bank...
This thought process is truly invincible.
At this moment, Qin Mo felt ashamed and deeply realized that compared to these old foxes, his methods of making money were somewhat outdated.
This case is worth his thorough study.
If he could brainstorm and extrapolate from it to find more ways to make money, his experience of free-falling pain would not be in vain.
Nick Fury's plan was quite perfect.
If it weren't for the system's backing, Qin Mo might not have been able to get his hands on this money.
However, it was precisely because of the system's existence that he left that mysterious account.
This is because the source and flow of funds recharged into the system's mall will have all traces erased by the system.
Cheating is awesome, and continuously cheating is continuously awesome.
The only misstep in this operation was: the transaction location should not have been chosen as the Xiunan Hotel.
Qin Mo only found out later that this well-known five-star hotel in the U.S. – the Manhattan Xiunan Hotel – was actually his own property...
Fortunately, Coulson, in coordination with the NYPD, issued an announcement: the black man who fell from the building was a fugitive who died accidentally during the chase, and it had nothing to do with the hotel.
This incident also made Qin Mo realize: next time before setting someone up, he must first check if the asset belongs to him.
To prevent similar incidents from happening again, he urgently contacted the artificial intelligence Zola — [Dr., organize my assets and send them to me.]
About two and a half minutes later, a long list of assets appeared on Qin Mo's phone screen:
Xiunan Hotel (New York Headquarters, Washington, Los Angeles, London, Paris, Seoul...)
Mango Phone Company (49% controlling interest)
Mango Car Company (100% controlling interest)
AIM Pioneer Technology (21% controlling interest)
Garden Bank (21% controlling interest)
Os Corp (21% controlling interest)
Roxxon Oil Group (21%)
Hyde Garden Villas 1-4, 21-22
One57 Penthouse Duplex Apartment
Other assets are currently being divested and sold...
Zola: Ծ ‸ Ծ
After a long while, Qin Mo finally sighed, "So I'm also a big shot now..."
Praise HYDRA.
Pierce and Dr. Zola's HYDRA is like an inexhaustible gold mine, always bringing pleasant surprises unexpectedly.
Adhering to his original instructions: Dr. Zola only kept the hotels and car manufacturing related industries.
But Qin Mo never expected.
Among the top technology companies in the Great America of the Marvel Universe, besides Stark Industries, Hammer Industries, and Pym Technologies, he actually owns 21% shares of AIM Pioneer Technology and Os Corp.
AIM Pioneer Technology was founded by Killian, who researched Extremis, to retaliate against Iron Man.
Counting the time, it's almost time for its downfall.
[Dr., sell off some AIM shares soon, and buy them back after a while.]
[Received.]
Glancing at the time, Qin Mo once again used telepathy, controlling a black Agent from Gideon Malick's HYDRAbranch to contact Nick Fury.
At this moment, at the S.H.I.E.L.D. Tower.
High-ranking officials led by Nick Fury were all present. Not only that, but departments like the FBI and CIAwere also dispatched to cooperate.
"Director." Coulson's voice rang out: "The funds are in place."
Nick Fury took a deep breath, trying to calm his excited emotions. 10 billion pounds... how many safe houses could that build?
At this moment, he inexplicably felt a sentiment: this Captain America, perhaps it's better not to have him.
With these 10 billion, how much better to build safe houses!
"Director?"
Just then, Nick Fury's phone rang. Upon answering, a muffled voice accompanied by static sounded.
"One more hour."
Almost simultaneously, a hacker Agent made an OK gesture, indicating successful localization.
Seeing this, Nick Fury replied, "I'll transfer the money now. I hope you keep your promise."
"Our High Table has an excellent reputation. As soon as the money is in, we'll tell you the address immediately."
Coulson, who was listening to the call, quickly wrote down on paper: High Table.
"The money has been transferred."
At this moment, in Senator Murdoch's office in the Safety Council Building, Qin Mo smiled slightly and silently thought to himself.
"System bro, all in!"
"Ding, recharge successful. Current account balance: 682..."
Inside the S.H.I.E.L.D. Tower, Nick Fury and others, who were constantly monitoring the account's fund movements, instantly changed their expressions.
"It actually got transferred..."
Before they could ponder how such a huge sum could be transferred from an already frozen account, the muffled voice sounded again.
"Captain's address is... Director Fury, I wish us a pleasant cooperation."
Beep beep beep beep ~
Looking at the hung-up phone, Nick Fury roared, "Action team, report quickly."
"Reporting, Officer, the target is moving. The Quick Reaction Special Forces will arrive in 5 minutes."
"Quick! Remember, you must capture him alive."
After giving instructions, Nick Fury looked at his trusted subordinate and said:
"Coulson, you and Natasha will take the Quinjet now and head to Captain's location as fast as possible."
"Yes, Officer."
After assigning the tasks, Nick Fury paced back and forth restlessly.
He had never felt 5 minutes to be so long, and his mind was as chaotic as mush.
Although he was prepared to acquire Captain Americafor free, the money was actually gone.
What the hell, he would inevitably be scolded again.
Finally, the action team sent a message.
"Director, the suspect is dead..."
"How did he die?"
"Jumped from a building."
Upon hearing this, Nick Fury immediately became furious: "Motherfucker!"
Another damn jump from a building. Damn High Table, don't let me catch you.
Chapter 124: Free Captain America (Part 2)
Under the leadership of Nick Fury, S.H.I.E.L.D. split into three teams, each carrying out their respective missions.
The first team, led by Rumlow and Agent Mei, commanded the Quick Reaction Special Forces—tasked with investigating the true identities of the two black men who jumped from the building.
The investigation results were self-evident.
Qin Mo didn't even give Rumlow any special instructions; this operation was known only to him and Zola. Zola was responsible for identifying the black Agents, and Qin Mo was responsible for controlling them with telepathy.
Ultimately, the transaction was completed.
The second team, consisting of Coulson and Natasha, led their trusted Agents aboard a Quinjet to Captain America's frozen location—the Arctic Glacier.
They were to rescue the frozen Captain and bring him back to the United States.
The third team, with Nick Fury as the S.H.I.E.L.D. Director, personally went to the White House to explain to the Hua Shi Ren why the money was gone.
It was not a crime of war, but rather the High Tablebeing too cunning.
Whether the High Table was real or fake, Nick Fury no longer cared; if the money was gone, the High Tablehad to be real.
Otherwise, wouldn't it mean he was too useless?
As for how to persuade the Hua Shi Ren, he had already prepared his words, which basically involved making Switzerland Bank suffer a bit.
Anyway, Nick Fury certainly wouldn't take the blame, S.H.I.E.L.D. wouldn't either, and the Hua Shi Rendefinitely couldn't take the blame, so Switzerland Bankwould just have to take the fall.
Who told you that you couldn't protect those one billion pounds!
In short, the freeloading plan was successfully executed!
They couldn't have won more.
...
The Security Council Building, Murdoch's office, was already empty.
Since starting work in government departments, Qin Mohad always adhered to one principle that never wavered—if you're not enthusiastic about getting off work, there's something wrong with your brain.
Currently, Sister Skye was busy with the law firm's business, Jane and her best friend Da Xiong Mei Daisywere busy observing celestial phenomena, and Kannahad Thor accompanying her.
Qin Mo's time was completely freed up.
Therefore, he arranged to have dinner with Tina and chose his own property, Xiunan Hotel, as the date location—dinner, date, movie, and sparring, all in one go.
The key was that he didn't have to spend any extra money.
Although he had many assets under his name and a large sum of money in his mall balance, he still had to save where he could.
Because according to Zola's estimation, in just half a year, the HYDRA asset liquidation plan, which had lasted two and a half years, would be completely finished.
Zola: Ծ ‸ Ծ
This also meant that Qin Mo could earn at most 600 more large targets, and HYDRA, this gold mine, would be emptied by him.
Unless he continued to sell off his hotels, cars, oil, and technology companies.
But these were all very profitable industries, and Qin Mo planned to continue holding them to save money.
Fortunately, he had other money-grabbing plans coming up: the Skrulls' virility plan, seizing the properties of Gideon Malick and Baron Strucker...
And AIM Pioneer Technology, Os Corp...
In short, money is to be earned... or rather, stolen endlessly.
Also, he planned to find time to check on Lockdown and Starhawk's new Raiders to see how their robbery profits were, and if they were worth continued heavy investment.
If the profits were substantial, he would trick the system into refreshing some high-end combat power quickly.
As a super-cosmic existence, Qin Mo's most powerful subordinates were actually the Four Great Vajras, similar to Silver Surfer.
Not to mention getting a few multi-universal subordinates, he should at least have a few single-universal subordinates.
Otherwise, wouldn't it be too embarrassing?
Moreover, after acquiring single-universal subordinates, Qin Mo could officially begin—the plan to sell the six Infinity Stones to Thanos.
This might be the biggest sum of money he would ever earn.
Qin Mo didn't really care if Thanos had that much money. No money? What was the Black Order for? Wouldn't they just go steal it?
Also, under the guise of liberating Queen Sovereign, he planned to eliminate the High Evolutionary on Counter-Earth and directly take over Counter-Earth and the Sovereign civilization.
At that time, another large sum of money would flow in.
Manhattan's night was steeped in neon, while Xiunan Hotel stood quietly in the heart of the bustling city.
The top-floor private room was shielded from the noise by heavy floor-to-ceiling curtains, leaving only a low-hanging crystal lamp inside, scattering light across the expensive carpet.
Tina had clearly dressed up carefully before arriving.
A sky-blue long dress clung to her exquisite curves, every cut seemingly tailor-made for her, outlining alluring contours.
Her voluminous golden waves casually cascaded over her shoulders, the ends naturally curved, forming a wonderful contrast with her fair and delicate skin.
Her fiery red lips were incredibly seductive.
Making Qin Mo want to take her down immediately and perform his oral techniques on her.
One glass after another.
After this glass, there were still three more.
With the mood perfectly set, Tina lay in Qin Mo's arms, her eyes hazy, her seductive red lips opening and closing: "King, I actually haven't told you the truth."
"About what?" Qin Mo asked casually.
"When I told you my age before, I'm not 26. I'm over 7000 years old. Will you think I'm old?"
In Tina's expectant gaze, Qin Mo pinched her cheek: "Whether you're old or not, just looking isn't enough. You have to try it yourself to know."
"Now?"
"Try now?"
Two and a half hours later, both parties, still intertwined, had learned what they wanted to know about each other.
Qin Mo: The 7000-year-old Tina wasn't old; she was as tender as water. It was a pity that he hadn't recently refreshed his bedroom techniques: oral skills.
Tina: Murdoch is really a Celestial. Oh my God, she's actually dating the creator of the Eternal.
As night deepened, adhering to his principle of never staying out overnight, Qin Mo picked up Tina, who was having difficulty moving due to strenuous activity, and returned to Hyde Garden.
"Same place tomorrow morning?"
"Same place, see you."
Tina limped back to the Villa specially bought by the Eternal ten-person team and informed Ajak of the investigation results.
"He is a Celestial."
After saying this, Tina ignored the curious gazes of her fellow Eternals, enduring the discomfort and pretending to be normal, walking step by step back to her bedroom.
Ajak smiled with relief and immediately entered her meditation space to urgently contact the Celestial Judge.
The other Eternals couldn't help but cheer a few times.
Murdoch was a Celestial, a true Celestial, equivalent to the Celestial who created them.
Unlike the excited Eternals, Gilgamesh loosened his white-knuckled fists, silently lowered his head, and let tears stream from his eyes.
His goddess Tina, whom he had loved bitterly for years, had been taken by the Celestial My Lord, leaving Gilgamesh feeling heartbroken.
Pain, too much pain.
At the same time, Washington.
After being scolded by the Hua Shi Ren for several hours, Nick Fury finally received good news.
Coulson and Natasha, along with the trusted Agents they led, successfully cut Captain America out of the Arctic Glacier.
And, along with the ice, transported him onto a Quinjet, currently heading back towards S.H.I.E.L.D. Tower.
"Mr. President, Captain America has been rescued."
Hearing this, the Hua Shi Ren finally stopped scolding: "Good, hand over all the remaining work to AgentMurdoch."
"Huh?" Nick Fury's eyes widened.
No, why?
Why hand it over to Murdoch? The freeloading plan came from him!
"Motherfucker!!!"
Chapter 125 Ownership of Popsicle Captain
In the Marvel Cinematic Universe, the relationship between S.H.I.E.L.D. and the White House is rather unique, and it all goes back to the very beginning of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s establishment.
After World War II, Peggy Carter and Howard Starkjointly established S.H.I.E.L.D. to counter threats like HYDRA.
At that time, it was under the jurisdiction of the U.S. government.
Later, as the international situation changed.
The World Security Council (WSC) became S.H.I.E.L.D.'s direct oversight body, responsible for supervising S.H.I.E.L.D.'s operational direction and major decisions.
As an executive agency, S.H.I.E.L.D. reports to the WSC and follows its directives.
The WSC has the final decision-making power over S.H.I.E.L.D.
For example, in 'Avengers 1', the Security Councilbypassed the S.H.I.E.L.D. Director and forcefully ordered a nuclear bomb to destroy New York to stop the Chitauri invasion.
Additionally, Security Council members can directly question the S.H.I.E.L.D. Director's objectives and influence his job stability.
This is why.
When Nick Fury heard that Murdoch became a WSC member, he fainted a second time.
The key lies in the Security Council's control over resource allocation.
S.H.I.E.L.D.'s funding and technical resources depend on the Council's support, and its scope of action is also restricted by the Council.
If following this logic, S.H.I.E.L.D. and the White Housewould have little connection.
However, one of the five Council members represents the U.S. and is appointed by the White House.
Furthermore, due to the fact that over half of the personnel in S.H.I.E.L.D. and the Security Council are U.S. citizens, and their headquarters are both located in New York.
The White House still has some influence over S.H.I.E.L.D.
It was based on this that Nick Fury was able to persuade the Hua Shi Ren to execute the Captain America freeloading plan.
Similarly, because of this, he had no choice but to accept the Hua Shi Ren's order regarding Captain America's ownership.
All his hard work over such a long time amounted to nothing; the Captain America he painstakingly rescued was all for Murdoch's benefit.
Not only that.
He also had to represent the U.S. and argue with the Switzerland Bank about that... missing one billion pounds.
What kind of mess is this?
Nick Fury suddenly felt that ever since Murdochappeared, it seemed the whole World was against him.
Despite his immense unwillingness, he could only leave the White House with a smile, not even having had time to make a phone call.
White House secretary Lily Ellis had already informed Qin Mo of this news.
"My dear, I'll come find you tomorrow night."
"Don't wait till tomorrow night, I'm coming over now..."
Before he finished speaking, accompanied by a subtle spatial fluctuation, Qin Mo appeared in front of Lily and picked her up.
"Not here... Mmm..."
Inside the White House Hua Shi Ren's secretary's office, faint whimpers gradually turned into suppressed gasps...
For this soft meal, Qin Mo performed quite diligently, going all out.
Two hours later, Qin Mo sat in the office chair, holding Lily and contemplating life.
He hadn't disgraced the Qin family's ancestors; he too could 'exchange feelings' with the Hua Shi Ren's daughter in the White House.
"My dear, why hasn't my figure changed? Is it because we spend too little time together?"
Indeed, every woman cannot refuse the temptation of secondary figure development.
"Being a little smaller actually has its own charm."
Before Qin Mo could finish speaking, Lily Ellisimmediately showed an innocent and resentful little gaze.
"Why can they all do it, isn't my figure improving for you? Isn't it more pleasurable for you? Besides, my foundation isn't bad either..."
Indeed, in terms of looks alone, the Hua Shi Ren's daughter, Lily Ellis, was the one who best fit Qin Mo's aesthetic preference among all the women.
"Alright, I'll try harder tomorrow night..."
"Don't wait till tomorrow night, now is fine too."
This woman, both weak and eager to play, actually tried to defeat a Celestial Body with a mortal body. The result was predictable; Qin Mo experienced the pleasure of a certain Linton.
Another 'Kun Shi' later.
Seeing Lily barely able to stand, leaning on the desk, Qin Mo had no choice but to pick her up and teleport back to New York.
As the saying goes, a cunning rabbit has three burrows. Besides his home in Hyde Garden and the One57 penthouse duplex, he also owned a property along the Hudson River in New York.
After throwing Lily Ellis onto the bed, Qin Mo took out a Perfect Five-Five Serum from his system space.
"It'll hurt a bit, bear with it."
Counting it up, the perfect 5-5 open serum was almost rampant, which meant Captain America's value was severely diluted, but others were unaware.
Meanwhile, on the other side.
Nick Fury took his special car back to S.H.I.E.L.D. and immediately went to the medical room, finally seeing the man he had been thinking about—Captain America: Steve Rogers.
As a seasoned Captain America fan, Coulson stayed by the ice block without leaving his side.
"Director, the Doctor said natural thawing will take some time. You've been busy all day, go rest."
Nick Fury waved his hand: "How can I rest? Coulson, Mr. Hua Shi Ren wants Murdoch to take charge of Captain."
Hearing this, Coulson not only didn't object but even nodded in agreement.
"That's fine. Senator Murdoch is already responsible for managing S.H.I.E.L.D.-related affairs, and..."
Looking at the Director's complexion, Coulsonswallowed the words he was about to say.
Having admired Captain America since childhood, Coulson knew Steve Rogers's life story inside out.
The era in which Steve grew up and fought was a time when racial segregation was still legal and widespread, and severe racial segregation and discrimination also existed within the military.
Although Captain himself was upright, kind, and sympathetic to the weak, the social environment he grew up in inevitably shaped Steve's framework of understanding racial relations.
One must know that racial equality was far from mainstream consensus in the U.S. in the 1940s.
Coulson knew deeply: Steve was a good person, but by no means a saint, unable to completely escape the imprint of his era.
And the S.H.I.E.L.D. Director was a Black man.
A Brooklyn 'True White Flag' boy, waking up after seventy years of sleep, suddenly finding his leader was a Black man—just imagining this scene made Coulson's scalp tingle.
What if, one in a million, Captain suddenly felt an itch and whipped Fury a few times...?
At that time, what would he do?!
Therefore, upon hearing that Murdoch was in charge of Captain.
Coulson felt only relief in his heart. Murdoch, whether in terms of strength or skin color and background, was as 'pure' as Captain...
Fortunately, it wasn't Fury who was put in charge of Captain.
However, Nick Fury suddenly said: "Coulson, secretly transfer Captain to a safe house. Do this well, and I'll support you for Deputy Director."
"This..." Coulson hesitated for two seconds: "Okay."
Between obeying the Hua Shi Ren's order and being promoted to Deputy Director, Coulson chose the latter.
After all, Captain would eventually join S.H.I.E.L.D., so who took charge was not something he could control.
Was he supposed to refuse to obey the Director's order? He wasn't like Rumlow, who was a direct subordinate of Murdoch.
Deputy Director was a tangible benefit.
Foolish Natasha, actually going home to sleep?
Chapter 126 Brooklyn White Banner Boy
New York, HYDRA's secret Base.
This was a Scottish-style ancient castle located by the Hudson River, built in 1901.
Perhaps influenced by Nick Fury, Pierce also built many secret Bases around the World.
A few years ago, Pierce bought this ancient castle and converted it into a HYDRA secret Base, where he imprisoned the Winter Soldier, Bucky Barnes.
After subduing Pierce, Qin Mo had not yet found a perfect solution for how to deal with Bucky.
Now, with Captain America about to awaken, he planned to throw this mess to Captain.
As for how Captain would choose?
As long as it didn't affect Qin Mo's money-making enterprise, Captain America and Bucky, those good buddies, could do whatever they wanted, even register their marriage in a church, and no one would care.
However, just letting Bucky go like that would be a pity...
Adhering to the principle that not earning is losing, Qin Mo lit a cigarette and fell into deep thought.
Since he could sell the whereabouts of Captain to Nick Fury, there was no reason why he couldn't sell Bucky's whereabouts to Captain.
Although Captain was a pauper.
"Dr.," Qin Mo looked at the virtual projection of Zola: "Help me calculate how much salary the Great Americagovernment owes Captain from the day he went missing until now."
"Huh?" The artificial intelligence Zola was a bit confused.
But just two seconds later, Zola had reacted: Boss was preparing to use his old trick again, selling the Winter Soldier to the soon-to-be-awakened Captain.
Oh my God!!!
How poor was Boss before to become like this now… It's simply brilliant.
This is how a HYDRA Boss should be.
"Boss, Steve went missing in 1945. At that time, he was a Captain in the army. Considering inflation, salary increases, and various other factors…"
"It is currently August 2010. Over these 65 years, Great America needs to pay approximately 3.6 million U.S. dollars in salary."
Hearing this, Qin Mo raised his eyebrows.
"F*ck! Why is it so little?"
He didn't know if he felt it was unfair for Captain America or if he regretted earning too little himself.
"That damn Great America government is truly inhuman… Is this how they treat heroes!?
Only 3.6 million for 65 years! What can that amount of money do? It's not even as high as Mango PhoneCompany's net profit for one day.
However, adhering to the principle that even a mosquito's leg is meat, this 3.6 million must still be demanded.
It's still the same saying: not earning is losing!
"Boss, regarding how to demand a huge sum of money from Steve, I have a good idea."
"What idea?" Qin Mo quickly asked.
Zola paused, seemingly calculating data again: "Look, on top of the 3.6 million salary, you can trick Steve into taking out a loan from a bank."
"With the name of Captain America, borrowing 100 million shouldn't be a big problem. This way, at the very least, you can sell the Winter Soldier for a good price."
"You can also let him borrow more, anyway, Captain has been injected with the serum, and his lifespan is much longer than ordinary people."
"Oh!" Qin Mo exclaimed: "Dr., your brain is just so useful."
"Just average." Zola said with a chuckle: "It's all thanks to your good teaching. I've learned a lot of good things during my time with you."
"Not bad." Qin Mo nodded with satisfaction: "There's an old Eastern saying: Live and learn. Compared to Nick Fury, that old schemer, we still need to learn a lot."
"Indeed." Zola sighed.
"With my intelligence, I couldn't even think of a way to freeload Captain America from Switzerland Bank. Nick Fury is truly a character."
"He's more than just a character."
Qin Mo also sighed repeatedly: "Dr., you know, I extremely dislike black people, but I also have to admit—Nick Fury has some tricks up his sleeve."
"I have some news you might be interested in." Zola's tone shifted, intentionally building suspense.
When Boss first coerced him, Zola was quite resistant, but after spending time together, he realized: Boss was born in the wrong era.
With Boss's powerful strength and incredibly shameless nature, if this were during World War II, HYDRA's great cause would definitely have hope.
It might even be possible to establish a HYDRA Empire.
"Oh? What news?" Qin Mo asked knowingly.
With his super-universal level of strength, even without actively observing, most of the events happening on Earth could not escape his perception.
The other small portion was intentionally shielded by him...
He couldn't listen to others having sex every day, could he? He wasn't like so-and-so; he didn't have that hobby.
"Hey, Nick Fury secretly moved Captain to 175 GeorgeAvenue, Queens, underground…"
Upon hearing this, Qin Mo couldn't help but laugh aloud.
Nick Fury's so-called secret transfer operation, under the surveillance of the artificial intelligence Zola, was almost no different from running naked on the street.
Thinking of Nick Fury sending out all his trusted subordinates to build a World War II-style hospital room for Captain, the smile on Qin Mo's face grew even wider.
Moreover, except for Coulson and the Nurse who were White, all of Nick Fury's other trusted subordinates were black people…
"No need to worry, the Brooklyn White Banner boy will teach that guy a lesson…"
"I'm really looking forward to it."
…
Queens, 175 George Avenue, underground.
This stronghold was one of the many secret safe houses Nick Fury had built over the years.
The underground safe house not only stored a large amount of food and Water, but even the work equipment, medical equipment, etc., were exactly the same as S.H.I.E.L.D.'s sub-Base.
After hastily transferring Captain America from the ice to this location, Nick Fury and Coulson stayed up all night.
This was because although most of the ice had melted, Captain showed no signs of waking up.
Nick Fury originally planned to continue waiting until Captain America woke up.
But unfortunately, a White House special envoy had already arrived at S.H.I.E.L.D. and was urging Nick Furyto go and argue with Switzerland Bank about the mysteriously disappeared one billion pounds.
Having not rested for two days and two nights, Nick Fury said tiredly: "Coulson, you stay here and guard him. I'm going back to the agency for a while."
"Alright." Coulson also said tiredly.
Starting from yesterday afternoon, Coulson first went with Natasha, taking a Quinjet to the North Pole, dug Captain out of the glacier, and then returned to S.H.I.E.L.D.
Immediately after, he transferred Captain overnight and guarded Captain's side for an entire night.
If it weren't for the excitement of seeing his idol still lingering, Coulson might have given up a long time ago.
Seeing this, Nick Fury patted Coulson's shoulder: "Hold on a little longer. Once Captain wakes up, we'll be through this."
"Please rest assured, I can do it."
Hearing the assurance, Nick Fury left the secret safe house and drove back to S.H.I.E.L.D.
Not long after Nick Fury left, Coulson collapsed nearby and fell into a deep sleep.
How long is sixty-five years?
Most of a person's life, or an entire life.
After being frozen for a full sixty-five years, as the ice completely melted, the man who had been active in books finally opened his eyes.
"Where am I?"
Chapter 127 Don't go, please, don't go
Steve Rogers struggled to get up and sat on the hospital bed, waiting for his stiff body to recover, while looking around the familiar yet strange ward.
At first, he thought he had miraculously survived and was rescued from the plane that had crashed into the glacier.
However, when he saw the clothes Coulson was wearing, Steve narrowed his eyes—something was wrong.
Perhaps they were too rushed, or perhaps Nick Fury and Coulson hadn't rested well, but they overlooked the most crucial point—the clothes.
They were different from the World War II era style.
The news of the ball game playing on the radio further confirmed Steve's suspicion; he had been present at that game in May 1941.
Once the seed of doubt is sown, even without substantial evidence, it can lead to cognitive bias in the subconscious.
Just like at this moment, Steve did not wake the sleeping man to ask questions.
Instead, he gently pushed open the ward door.
No matter where he was, Steve believed he only needed to call Peggy.
However, compared to the single sleeping White man in the ward, the corridor was filled with Black men.
"Is this a Black hospital?"
Seeing Captain America, the Black agents' nervous expressions and stammering reactions made Steve feel even more uneasy.
He now had only one thought: escape.
Escape from this mysterious Black hospital and then call Peggy.
Facing the Black men who tried to stop him, Stevethought this way and acted accordingly.
Bang, bang, bang~
As one Black agent after another was knocked down, Steve finally reached the ground, and before he could clear his thoughts, everything before his eyes suddenly exploded.
It wasn't the dusty streets of his memory, there were no familiar conscription posters or the shouts of newsboys on the street corners; instead, there were endless streams of iron boxes on the streets.
Ignoring the pointing fingers of those around him, Steveran aimlessly forward, just running...
He wanted to find even a trace of familiar past in these strange streets.
Almost simultaneously.
Inside S.H.I.E.L.D. Tower.
Nick Fury was currently haggling with the White Houseenvoy, trying to postpone the matter of dealing with Switzerland Bank, just to connect with Captain Americaas soon as possible.
He worried that once Murdoch took over.
Captain America would completely distance himself from him, just like Tony Stark had.
During their argument, the phone suddenly rang incessantly, and the moment it was answered, the message from the other end made Nick Fury's expression change drastically.
"Director, Captain…he ran off."
"What? Fuck! What good are you people?"
"Director, we've been following Captain."
Ignoring the White House envoy who was speaking, Nick Fury turned and left without a word.
This scene left the envoy stunned, then he cursed angrily.
"What's your attitude, you damn Black guy..."
The envoy, Smith, secretly decided that he would definitely make things difficult for this kid in the future.
But the more he thought about it, the angrier he got. Assembly Member Smith, who believed in immediate revenge, directly called the Hua Shi Ren.
He was good at making complaints.
That's how he became a Hua Shi Ren consultant, by making complaints all the way.
On the other side.
Dragging his tired body into the special car, Nick Furyled a group of S.H.I.E.L.D. agents, speeding towards Captain America's location.
"Get there as fast as possible."
He was racing against time, he absolutely could not be a step slower than Murdoch.
The reason he brought so many agents was to show Captain: I, Nick Fury, S.H.I.E.L.D. Director, come and join me.
Finally, Times Square, New York.
Steve Rogers stood at the bustling intersection, surrounded by massive display screens and colorful neon signs stretching down the street into the distance.
Red, blue, and purple lights blended on the ground, reflecting in his eyes—eyes that had seen countless battlefields of smoke and fire, now only filled with bone-deep confusion.
"Relax, Soldier."
Nick Fury, having won the race against time, got out of his special car and tried to calm Captain.
"I apologize for that performance just now, but I thought it best to gradually prepare you mentally."
"Prepare for what?" Steve panted.
Nick Fury slowly began, "You've been asleep, Captain, asleep for nearly 70 years."
After a long silence, Steven frowned and asked,
"Who are you?"
"I am S.H.I.E.L.D. Director Nick Fury..."
Nick Fury was halfway through his sentence when cheers suddenly erupted from the crowd surrounding them.
"King! King! King!"
Along with the cheers, a handsome figure descended from the sky, slowly landing beside Steve.
Seeing this, Nick Fury couldn't catch his breath, a dull gush of blood spurted out, and before he fainted, he mumbled:
"Why was Murdoch born when Fury was already here!"
"Coulson, you've ruined me!!"
The sudden turn of events made the bewildered Steveeven more bewildered—this Black guy was fine just a moment ago, why did he suddenly vomit blood and faint?
Meanwhile, Qin Mo waved to the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents who had formed a circle, keeping the citizens at bay.
"You there, and you, come and help your Director back."
"Yes, My Lord Assembly Member."
After the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents carried Nick Fury into the special car, Steve took a deep breath.
"Who are you?"
Before Qin Mo could speak, the remaining agent proactively introduced him.
"Captain Rogers, standing before you is: Congressional Assembly Member, Security Council member, the superhero fully responsible for S.H.I.E.L.D. affairs: My Lord Assembly Member King Murdock."
Hearing this, Steve was surprised by the... exceedingly long title of the person in front of him.
Qin Mo, on the other hand, looked at the agent's name tag in surprise: Rashid Wallace.
This kid, he's good.
Patting Wallace's shoulder, Qin Mo said, "Rashid, go get busy."
"Yes, My Lord Assembly Member."
It was then that Qin Mo looked at Captain America and said, "Captain Rogers, this isn't the place to talk. Shall we go to my office to chat?"
Steve nodded, "Okay."
Compared to that Black guy just now, Steve clearly trusted the Assembly Member more, given their similar skin color and closer accent.
Just as the two were about to board the S.H.I.E.L.D.special car to leave, Nick Fury slowly woke up, quickly reaching out to Captain, his eyes filled with intense pleading.
Don't go, please, don't go.
Their eyes met, and Steve inexplicably shivered: Fuck, that damn Black guy, he's a gay!
Witnessing Murdock getting into the S.H.I.E.L.D. car, signaling a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent to drive, and taking Captain away, Nick Fury's vision went black, and he vomited blood again.
He understood that Captain had left him, just as Tony Stark had left him two and a half years ago.
Just then, Coulson's call came in: "Director, Captain and the agents are gone."
Nick Fury sneered, having already made a decision about the Deputy Director's appointment.
Chapter 128 The Deputy Director's Belonging
Safety Council Building.
Top floor, Murdoch's office.
The sensible, long-legged, busty blonde secretary twisted her slender waist to pour a cup of coffee for Qin Mo and Steve, not forgetting to wink before leaving.
"Councilor, remember to call me if you need anything."
Qin Mo smiled and made an OK gesture. He, Old Qin, was also living a life where the secretary handled everything…
Steve watched all of this silently. From the moment he entered the Council Building, he could feel the staff's respect for Murdoch.
It wasn't for social niceties, nor was it subservience to power, but genuine respect… or rather, admiration.
Including the sexy secretary from just now.
Steve suspected that as long as Murdoch waved, the female secretary would immediately throw herself at him without hesitation.
Just like that white girl backstage during the USO tour years ago.
Recalling the first time, a rare smile touched Steve's lips.
"Here." Qin Mo took out a file from the folder: "They are all your friends, perhaps you'll be interested."
Hearing this, Steve quickly took it and opened the first page: Peggy Carter.
Seeing his beloved Peggy, the information showed that Peggy had retired and was currently living at 57J Marleves Street, Winchester, Britain…
In that instant, Steve suddenly stood up, ready to go find Peggy.
However, after only a few seconds, he sat back down, staring blankly at Peggy's photo and the phone number below it.
At this moment, Qin Mo thoughtfully pushed over a brand-new Mango Phone.
Always endorsing his own phone!
Steve remained silent for a long time, yet he never mustered the courage to dial Peggy's number. Finally, he put down Peggy's file and looked at the second page: Howard Stark.
His friend, who had passed away in 1991, made Stevefeel as if he was back in World War II, when Howardbuilt his Vibranium shield.
After a long pause, Steve finally looked at the third page: Tony Stark.
His old friend's son was already forty years old, older than they were back then.
After reading the three pieces of information, Steveneatly put them together and subconsciously placed them by his side, as if afraid of losing them.
"Thank you."
"You're welcome."
Looking at the man in front of him, who had been frozen for nearly seventy years and was out of touch with society, Qin Mo suggested, "Captain Rogers, I suggest your top priority is to integrate into this society."
After a moment of thought, Steve nodded.
"Thank you, I'll try."
At this moment, Captain America gave off a feeling of only loneliness, desolation, fragility, and uncertainty about the future…
Put yourself in his shoes.
When almost all your friends are gone, leaving only a lover you haven't seen in years, who is old and frail, and you don't know how to face them, while you remain eternally youthful.
At that time, what would you choose?
Steve didn't know.
Qin Mo, however, made up his mind: let go of the urge to help, respect others' destinies.
Unless, the other party was willing to make money for him.
As a seasoned capitalist warrior and a big capitalist, Qin Mo's mind was full of how to make money.
He decided to observe for a while first.
If Steve continued to sink, Qin Mo would have no choice but to pull out his big move—the Winter Soldier Bucky—to give Steve hope.
Or make Peggy Carter young again?
Unfortunately, Qin Mo was not a Captain America fan.
If Captain America could make him a lot of money, he wouldn't mind letting this ill-fated couple rekindle their romance.
Before his rebirth, he was an Iron Man fan and had many arguments with Captain America fans about who was right and who was wrong.
After his rebirth, he was a money fan, and everything he did was just to make money.
"Mr. Councilor, do you know why that Nick Fury is looking for me?"
"I know." Qin Mo explained, "S.H.I.E.L.D. was founded by your beloved Peggy Carter and your friend Howard Stark. That guy is the S.H.I.E.L.D. Director, so he naturally wants to bring you under his wing."
Hearing that S.H.I.E.L.D. was related to his lover and friend, Steve was clearly tempted.
Seeing this, Qin Mo asked, "Captain Rogers, are you planning to join S.H.I.E.L.D.?"
"Can I?"
"Of course, how about this, I'll take you to S.H.I.E.L.D. to process your employment. Let's start by assigning you as a Deputy Captain in the Quick Reaction Special Forces to help you integrate into this society as quickly as possible."
"Thank you."
Steve couldn't remember how many times he had said thank you today. Seemingly realizing something, he hesitated for a few seconds before asking.
"Mr. Councilor, why are you so good to me?"
Qin Mo smiled slightly: "I respect every hero who has contributed to the cause of human liberation."
Why? Of course, it's because I don't want you to be too close to Nick Fury during this time.
Keep Nick Fury in a perpetual state of being short-handed and needing to recruit more people, so he can't focus on Pierce and Zola, who are currently liquidating assets.
The two once again took the S.H.I.E.L.D. special car to the S.H.I.E.L.D. Tower.
At this moment, S.H.I.E.L.D. Tower.
Inside the Director's office, Nick Fury heavily signed his name on the Deputy Director appointment letter, then handed the letter to his secretary.
"You go announce it."
"Yes, Director."
This appointment letter was applied for by Nick Furyfrom the Security Council in advance and had been unanimously approved by Minister Pierce and five councilors.
Pierce and Qin Mo agreed because the Quick Reaction Special Forces were run by Rumlow like an iron bucket; anyone who came would just be delivering themselves.
The other four councilors agreed because the Security Council had already appointed a full-time Deputy Director: Maria Hill.
In short, it was a product of compromise from all sides.
In the main conference room, all the high-ranking officials were present, except for Hawkeye, who was on an external mission, including the two Deputy Directorcandidates: Natasha and Coulson.
Compared to Natasha, whose expression was normal, Coulson appeared somewhat out of sorts due to his mistake with the Captain America incident and lack of rest.
"Approved by the Security Council, Agent Natasha Romanoff is hereby appointed as Deputy Director of S.H.I.E.L.D., specifically responsible for the Quick Reaction Special Forces…"
As expected, the Deputy Director position was gone.
Coulson deflated like a punctured ball, his spirit and energy dissipating by more than half.
To be promoted to Deputy Director, he had barely rested well for the past six months, only to once again miss out on the Deputy Director position in the end.
Hill could become Deputy Director because she was a special full-time Deputy Director approved by the Security Council, designated to be permanently stationed at S.H.I.E.L.D. for supervision.
Murdoch could become Deputy Director because it was a position specifically reserved by S.H.I.E.L.D. for the U.S. government, representing the influence of the White House.
Coulson could understand all of this, but why was it Natasha, who had only joined S.H.I.E.L.D. a few years ago?
However.
As Coulson looked at Natasha, who was in a state of bewilderment, he suddenly realized a profound truth.
The more you do, the more mistakes you make.
If you do nothing, you won't make mistakes!
Alas, he had laughed at Natasha back then for going home to sleep after completing the mission to rescue Captain America.
Now it seems Natasha had great wisdom!