Plunder the Heavens from Warhammer

Chapter 53: It's normal for people in Warhammer to be a little racist, right?
After hanging up the phone, Alvin chuckled: "What an old fox."

I have to say that it was indeed a bit unfair for Norman to put the blame on him, but he did a perfect job in the subsequent handling.

On the one hand, he transferred his shares in the Osborne Group. Although it does not seem to be much, in fact, 5% of the personal holdings are enough for Alvin to have a certain degree of weight and say in the Osborne Group. This move further binds the two of them together.

Secondly, voluntarily giving up the shareholding in Water Group means that Norman is willing to give up the dominant position.

But the more he thought about it, the more he could appreciate Norman's experience and vision. He knew very well that the more say he had in the early stages, the easier it would be for Alvin to eliminate him.

So, he took this opportunity to deliberately express his meaning to Alvin.

It is equivalent to a disguised form of "surrender" in exchange for future security, which is why Alvin complained about the old fox.

"Incomplete research data on super soldier serum."

After a little thought, Alvin immediately guessed the source of the information, which was most likely related to the military.

Norman's willingness to hand over this information is equivalent to voluntarily handing over his "handle" and exchanging current interests for future interests.

After a while, although Alvin was puzzled, he still had the blame on his head.

But compared to what they had harvested, a mere Lizard Doctor was naturally not much of a threat.

With the super soldier's serum data, even if it is incomplete, it should not be too difficult to complete it when he returns to the Warhammer universe.

The next day, at noon.

Alvin didn't wake up until the warm sunlight of the sun shone onto the messy bed from the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the sea.

"Jarvis, prepare me an iced Americano."

Ever since moving into Tony's big villa, Alvin felt that he had fallen.

But think about it carefully, we have finally escaped from "hell", so shouldn't we seize the time and enjoy a beautiful and peaceful life?
"Breakfast is ready for you, Mr. Valcius."

Jarvis's magnetic and deep voice echoed in the room: "You have a visitor who has been waiting in the living room for a long time."

"Visitor?"

Alvin was a little surprised. He didn't know many people at Marvel, so where did the visitor come from?

"The other party claimed to be a staff member of the Strategic National Defense Attack and Logistics Support Bureau, and said that he spoke to you on the phone last time." Jarvis played the picture of the living room.

He looked like he was having a mid-life crisis. He was wearing a neat suit and sitting dignifiedly on the sofa in the living room, with a serious expression on his face.

"If you don't want to see him, I can help you reject him."

Jarvis said slowly.

"No, I know him."

Alvin looked at the 'honest man' in the projection, and thought to himself that after being in Marvel for so long, he finally met the rumored 'chief of the Novice Village'.

After changing into some more casual clothes, Alvin went straight to the living room.

"Hello, Mr. Valhuis."

The middle-aged man in a suit sitting on the sofa immediately stood up and respectfully handed over a business card: "My name is Phil Coulson, I'm with the Strategic National Defense Attack and Logistics Support Bureau. I'm the staff member who contacted you last time. It's a pleasure to meet you."

"How happy are you?"

Alvin stared at Coulson with a half-smile.

"." Coulson's expression was very interesting, switching between blue and purple, and finally he hummed: "Yes, I'm very happy. Very happy."

Although Romanov had warned him before coming that Alvin was quite tricky.

But he never expected that he would be choked on his first sentence after they met!
He doesn't follow tradition, has a very eccentric personality, and is extremely difficult to get along with. Coulson made a preliminary judgment in his heart.

"Tell me, what do you want from me?" Alvin sat down on the sofa and asked leisurely.

"Ahem, Mr. Valxius, can we talk somewhere else?"

Coulson glanced at the room cryptically and said meaningfully, "Someone wants to meet you and talk to you in person. Please believe that we have absolutely no ill intentions."

"Okay, ten million and I'll agree to it." Alvin, as always, maintained his 'greedy' nature.

Coulson took out his phone, operated it for a few times, and then smiled and said, "Mr. Valxius, 10 million has been deposited. When do you think we should set off?"

"Mr. Valxius, a sum of 10 million has just been transferred into your personal account." Jarvis said.

"You are so rich?" Alvin was a little surprised. It seemed that he had taken a lot of advantage from that black salted egg.

"No, our funds are actually quite tight." Coulson maintained a fake smile as an agent and said, "But in order to meet you, the director specially approved some funds."

Well, it looks like Fury really spent a lot of money.

After two days of fishing, the time was almost up, so Alvin nodded and said, "Okay, since you are so sincere, I will agree to it."

"By the way, Jarvis."

Before leaving, Alvin suddenly said, "I forgot to bring my pendant. Please get it for me."

Jarvis was silent for half a second: "Okay, Mr. Valxius, please be careful, I will keep monitoring at all times."

This sentence immediately made Coulson feel a little uncomfortable, as if they were really going to do something bad to Alvin!
With Coulson here, there is no need for Alvin to drive.

Sitting in the special car produced by SHIELD, I have to say that the sense of security is extremely high. The defensive power can be seen from Fury's car. Arriving at a cafe in downtown New York
Soon, Coulson drove Alvin to a cafe in the city center.

"Mr. Valxius, the director is waiting for you inside."

Coulson took the initiative to open the car door for him, and with a very respectful attitude, he made a gesture of invitation.

"Everyone around here should be your people, right?" Alvin took a rough look and found that the mobile personnel around the cafe all had obvious signs of training and did not look like ordinary people.

"It's a necessary safety measure, Mr. Valhuis."

Coulson explained sincerely: "Please rest assured, these personnel are only here to protect the director's safety and will not pose any threat to you."

Just listen to this sentence. Anyone who believes it is an idiot.

There are already more than dozens of people who can be seen in the open. Who knows how many there are in secret?

"Heh~ Do you think I believe it?"

Alvin smiled, patted his shoulder, and said meaningfully: "Next time, remember to ask the one holding the bow and arrow to hide better. It's too conspicuous."

"Uh"

Coulson was speechless and could only guide Alvin awkwardly.

As soon as he entered the restaurant, Alvin's eyes lit up: "Long time no see, Miss Natasha, did you miss me?"

The Black Widow, who was wearing a secret agent's uniform, had a slight twitch in the corner of her eye. If she hadn't seen the director still beside her, she would have long ago drawn her gun and shot the bastard!

"Thank you, I don't miss you." Black Widow said unhappily.

"Hello, Alvin Valhuis."

Sitting next to him, Nick Fury, who was calm and sophisticated, smiled and slowly stood up, holding out his hand: "I am Nick Fury, the director of S.H.I.E.L.D."

"You, are the Director of S.H.I.E.L.D."

Alvin stared at the black-marinated egg for a few seconds, then suddenly turned to look at Coulson: "Are you sure you didn't find a rapper to fool me? A black man can actually be the director of S.H.I.E.L.D."

Nick Fury, who was smiling a second ago, suddenly had a face as black as the charcoal at the bottom of a pot.

Fortunately, his skin color is very dark, so the difference is not noticeable.

No wonder Agent Romanov said that this kid’s words were very irritating. Today I finally got to see it!
Nick Fury gritted his teeth and said, "Do you have any problem with my skin color?"

"A little bit, but not much. I'm just a little racist, that's all."

Alvin said sincerely, but still held out his hand: "Of course, I don't mean the skin color, but guys other than human race."

As we all know, it's normal for people in the Warhammer universe to be a little racist, right?
(End of this chapter)