The Martial God of the Marvel World

Chapter 464: Death of Nick Fury
"Peter, bring the rocket down, its owner is here."

Aunt May invited Nick to sit on the sofa and poured him coffee, while she called out loudly to Peter who was in the house.

"What master?" Peter stuck his head out of the hut in confusion, and his face turned dark when he saw Nick smiling on the sofa.

"Aunt, the rocket has no owner. This person must be an impostor!" Peter said impatiently.

Aunt May came forward and hugged Peter, and persuaded him, "Peter, I know you like Rocket very much, and I like him too, but we have to admit that he is so smart that he can even flush the toilet. He must have been trained by his owner."

"Think about how anxious you would be if Rocket was missing. Put yourself in his shoes and you will know how anxious Mr. Fury is now."

"We cannot claim other people's pets as our own, it is immoral."

"But he is not the owner of the rocket at all!" Peter was very anxious, but he couldn't tell the truth, otherwise Aunt May would be even more worried.

"This is the pet adoption procedure I handled at the Pet Management Bureau..." Nick took out the complete set of documents that he had prepared long ago, put them on the table and pushed them over. "By the way, its name is not Rocket, but Claw. I named it that."

Fuck the claws!

Peter stared at the black-salted egg in front of him with a gloomy face. He obviously knew that he was a fake, but he couldn't explain it clearly.

"Okay, Peter, I'll go pick up Rocket, oh no, Claws, and take him back with his owner. If you can't bear to part with him, we can adopt another one this weekend." Aunt May patted Peter's shoulder and walked past him to the cabin.

After Aunt May disappeared from sight, Peter stepped forward, grabbed Nick's coat collar, and threatened in a low voice with gritted teeth:
"I don't care who you are or what you are planning, but I want to tell you that the rocket doesn't belong to anyone!"

"If you know what's good for you, just admit your mistake and get out of here. Otherwise, I can't guarantee that you can walk out of this street safely!"

Nick didn't feel any pressure at all for Peter's childish threat. He smiled and opened one side of his windbreaker, revealing the documents and guns hanging inside.

"Young man, it seems that you know that the raccoon is an alien, so there is no need for me to beat around the bush with you."

"For the safety of you and your family, it's best not to take any unnecessary actions, otherwise I guarantee you will spend the rest of your life in prison."

"Also, if that alien raccoon behaves well, I can ensure that it can live a normal life on Earth... under our supervision."

Peter's pupils shrank as he realized that Nick's identity was probably the same group of people who had been chasing Rocket before, and murderous intent filled his heart.

During this period, Peter studied a lot of philosophy and sociology in depth, and had a deep understanding of the nature and operation of this society. He was no longer the simple and kind boy.

Especially since he broke the star in the first week and was freed from the fate of Spider-Man, no one can see clearly what the future will be like.

When he first met Rocket, he was planning to call the police, but after interacting with Rocket for so long, he had long regarded Rocket as a respected teacher, and there was no way he would betray him just because he was a so-called government employee.

Moreover, he now knows very well that if the government wants to cause trouble for him, it can always find a reason, and compromise and evasion will not solve the problem.

The only thing that can make a powerful country give in is sufficient strength or bargaining chips.

The original plan was to start implementing it after entering college, but now, I'm afraid I have to start earlier.

Peter's experience was still too inexperienced, and he didn't have much cunning. The murderous intent in his heart was written all over his face, and Nick could see it clearly.

"Young man, are you sure you want me to call in all the troops outside?" Nick's one eye was filled with ferocity, and his murderous intent was even stronger than Peter's.

Nick was not trying to scare Peter. This time, he did bring a team of agents with him as backup.

Although the raccoon no longer has any alien weapons and the threat is greatly reduced, Nick is not going to rashly come here alone to recruit an alien who once turned the city upside down.

If Rocket follows him obediently, then this force will only be responsible for escorting him.

But if the Rockets intend to fight to the death, then an uncontrolled alien has no value in existence, and directly eliminating the hidden dangers for the Earth is also a good choice.

While the two were on the verge of a fight, Aunt May had already come out of the cabin holding Rocket.

"Hey, Peter, what are you doing?"

Aunt May hurried over, put the rocket down, reached out to pull Peter away, and then smiled at Nick:
"I'm so sorry, Mr. Fury, Peter was too concerned about the claws. I apologize to you, I'm so sorry..."

"No need to apologize, ma'am, I understand this feeling very well and I'm also touched that you like Claw so much, so I won't blame him." Nick smiled and looked very generous.

"It's getting late, I should go back. Thank you very much again for taking care of Sharp Claw these days."

After Nick finished speaking, he stood up, grabbed the back of the neck of the raccoon that was running back, and said goodbye and left.

Peter watched Nick leave with the raccoon with a gloomy face and said nothing.

Nick carried the raccoon into the car and signaled the backup team to escort them away.

The convoy sandwiched Nick's car in the front and back and returned to the Illuminati base.

In the car, Nick was sitting with his legs crossed, trying to negotiate with the raccoon.

"So your name is Rocket?"

"Nice name!"

"Let me introduce myself as well. I am Nick Fury, Chairman of the Illuminati."

"The Illuminati are..."

Nick talked for a long time, but the little raccoon didn't say a word. He just kept his head down and licked his fur.

After seeing this, Nick stopped introducing, looked at the raccoon steadily for a few seconds, and then warned:

"Don't expect your accomplice to come and rescue you. That guy doesn't have the courage at all!"

"Or do you have other alien companions on Earth?"

As Nick probed, he paid close attention to the micro-expressions on the raccoon's face, trying to figure out what he was really thinking.

However, no matter how you look at it, it looks like an ordinary raccoon, with no expression on its face.

"You don't have to resist us so much."

"You have caused great damage in the city, and there have been many casualties. Normally, according to your crime, even if you are not sentenced to death, you will have to spend your whole life in prison."

"But the people on Earth are very friendly. Although you have committed many crimes, we are still willing to give you a chance to atone for your sins!"

"But this requires your cooperation. If you continue to be so stubborn, then the only thing waiting for you is death." Nick said sternly, but the little raccoon continued to lick its fur without saying a word.

"There's no use in playing dumb!"

"We have already investigated clearly that you are intelligent, a high-level intelligent life form, and can communicate with humans!"

"If you continue to treat my kindness in such a negative way, then there is nothing to talk about. I hope you can reflect on yourself in prison and realize your mistakes as soon as possible!"

Nick threw away his windbreaker and decided not to continue the negotiation.

The best way is to use both kindness and severity. For the dishonest aliens, beat them with a stick first, and then feed them a sweet date, and they will naturally become obedient. If one beating is not enough, beat them a few more times.

However, Rocket turned his head to look outside and finally stopped licking his fur. He turned his head and bared his teeth, sneering at Nick: "We should be in the suburbs now, right?"

Nick's heart was filled with alarm and he quickly reached for his gun, but the raccoon opposite him reached out and pressed lightly on the collar around his neck, and the collar suddenly collapsed, turning into a silvery-white liquid that slid down and covered the raccoon's entire body in an instant.

By the time Nick pointed his gun at Rocket, the raccoon opposite had turned into a killing machine covered in a silver-white steel armor.

"I don't need anyone to rescue me, on the contrary, you need..." Rocket bared his teeth, with a fierce light in his eyes.

Nick aimed at Rocket's exposed head and pulled the trigger repeatedly, but the Iron Man suit was much faster than him and put on the fully enclosed mask in an instant.

The bullets hit the steel mask, bounced in all directions, and bounced all over the inside of the car, but there was not even a white mark left on the mask.

The driver immediately stepped on the brakes, pulled out his gun and turned around to call for help, but it was of no use.

Rocket reached out and snatched the gun away before rolling himself into a ball and throwing it away before grabbing two people in the car and throwing them out.

The two men hit the car window glass heavily. Under the huge force, their bones and muscles were broken and they were in a dying state.

"Tsk, the quality of this bulletproof car is really good, the car glass wins this time!"

Rocket left the two men behind, stepped forward and kicked the sturdy car door open, then got out of the car with his big tail swinging.

During the time Rocket lived in Parker's home, he got along very well with everyone in the family.

The Parkers are both kind people. They treat Rocket with great care. Although they care for him like a pet, it still makes Rocket feel the warmth he has long missed.

Ever since he gained memory, he has either been used as a test subject by the Supreme Evolutionary, or committed crimes throughout the interstellar space and was hunted down.

Like now, he would go to school with Peter and be lazy every day, find time to bicker with little Peter, occasionally teach him engineering courses, and then happily enjoy the warmth of family. It was a rare happy time in his life.

In fact, according to Rocket's personality, he would probably take action the first time Nick came to cause trouble, but because he didn't want to cause trouble for the Parker family, he was patient and only started to take action after the car reached the suburbs.

It was because he realized this that Peter did not stop Nick Fury from taking Rocket away.

If you are an ordinary person, then perhaps giving up the rocket is the best option. At least this can avoid trouble from government departments in the future.

But the problem is that Peter is destined not to be an ordinary person.

With Peter's current technical reserves and Tony Stark's support, it is only a matter of time before Peter wants to build another Stark Group.

And they already have a complete plan that can help Peter successfully establish a Parker Group.

And once Peter is no longer an ordinary person, when others set their sights on his wealth, technology, ability... they will naturally find ways to make trouble for him.

If you want to add guilt, there is no excuse!

At that time, they just need to find out the relationship between Peter and Rocket, and then they will say that he has been in contact with aliens and obtained black technology from aliens, which must be confiscated.

What should Peter do?
If it were the Peter of the past, he would definitely not believe that such a thing would happen. He would believe in the law and seek solutions to these problems through lawyers, the media and other channels.

However, after experiencing a large number of real-life cases, Peter no longer believes that ordinary people have any ability to resist when facing powerful forces.

If you want to fight against a powerful country, you must turn yourself into another powerful country!
Or at least you need to have the bargaining chips to trade with the powerful, otherwise you can only be slaughtered!

Sooner or later, Peter will become one of the behind-the-scenes benefit distributors in this world.

But the problem is time.

Before Peter became the head of a large group, trouble came knocking on his door!

Eight out of ten things in life are not satisfactory. Giving in will not solve the problem. You can only face it head-on.

It is necessary to plan ahead, and hidden dangers must also be eliminated.

Rocket is the one who comes here to clear the mines.

With the nano-iron suit provided by Tony, the so-called pursuit by S.H.I.E.L.D. or the Illuminati becomes non-threatening.

As the gunshots rang out, the escorting agents in the front and rear convoys realized that an accident had occurred and hurriedly stopped the car to build a defense line.

As soon as Rocket came out of the car, he was greeted by a barrage of attacks from the agents.

Although they did not receive orders from Nick Fury, in this situation, no orders itself is an order. No matter what, shoot first.

Facing the oncoming hail of bullets, Rocket allowed the attacks to fall on his body, but carefully protected his tail to prevent being injured by stray bullets.

"Tony, your crappy armor doesn't even cover my tail. This is a huge mistake!" Rocket complained angrily.

"Oh, sorry, that's my mistake. Humans have evolved to the point where they don't need tails anymore." Tony suppressed a laugh and said from inside his helmet, "But having a tail behind an iron suit of armor always feels weird."

"What's weird? This is clearly handsome, okay?"

While complaining, Rocket opened his hands and emitted lasers from his ten fingers. With the help of the intelligent system, he accurately killed the Illuminati agents one by one.

Thanks to the powerful laser weapons, it was useless for the agents to hide behind the bulletproof cars, and they were wiped out in a moment.

This scene was so simple, just like playing a game with cheats. It ended easily without any difficulty at all.

No one except Tony knew that the famous former director of S.H.I.E.L.D. and current chairman of the Illuminati, Nick Fury, had died here silently in an alien recruitment operation that should have been very easy and simple.

(End of this chapter)