American comics: Starting from a copycat arms dealer.

Chapter 38 Negotiating with 'Sincerity'

After thinking for a moment, Black Salted Egg said in a deep voice: “Whether Carl is a Hydra or not, it doesn’t make much difference to us.

Agent Sharon, you can try to investigate the connection between Umbrella and Hydra, but even if you find anything, you can't act rashly, understand?"

It means that you can investigate, but you can't alert the enemy.

Sharon Carter understood what the director meant. "Understood. I will report to you immediately once the investigation finds something."

Nick Fury waved his hand, indicating that the other party had nothing else to do and could leave.

Sharon Carter nodded slightly, with a hint of urgency in her movements, and quickly turned around and left the meeting room.

She couldn’t wait to dig up Karl’s dirt to avenge the humiliation of being under house arrest for three months.

When Nick Fury was the only one left in the conference room.

In the silent meeting room, Hei Lu Dan frowned and muttered to himself:
"If Umbrella is really supported by Hydra, given Hydra's unscrupulous character and the fact that they have nuclear weapons, that probably means..."

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the next day.

8:30 a.m. Eastern Time.

It was snowing lightly in New York, with temperatures dropping to -13 degrees Celsius, and snowflakes flying all over the sky falling on the busy city streets.

The entire metropolis seemed to come alive, with countless pedestrians wearing thick down jackets rushing to work.

7 Brown Street, a wealthy area in Manhattan.

Several servants were using shovels to clear the snow in front of the manor gate.

Since Carl moved in, unidentified vehicles have often stayed on Brown Street for long periods of time.

At this moment, there were 1234 Chevrolet Cyber ​​Class SUVs parked on the street diagonally opposite the manor gate, numbered 5.

The windows of these vehicles are all covered with a one-way anti-peep film, so it is impossible to see inside the car from the outside.

Just then, another Chevrolet slowly drove into Brown Street.

The Chevrolet made a hissing sound as it drove over the snow-covered ground, leaving behind two particularly conspicuous tire tracks.

The car pulled up to five Chevrolets parked on the side of the road and stopped.

The car door opened and a middle-aged man wearing a dark gray jacket and suit trousers got out.

The cold wind whistled past, and Coulson shrank his neck in fear. He quickened his pace and walked to a Chevrolet of the same model on the side of the road.

After seeing Coulson, the window of the Chevrolet parked on the side of the road automatically lowered, revealing the puzzled face of Hawkeye Clint.

"How did you come?"

"The director asked me to come and talk to the terrorist. He hasn't left the manor in the past two days, right?"

"There are people watching the front and back doors of the manor, drones are monitoring from the sky 24 hours a day, and space detectors are also used to monitor underground.

Unless he can fly. Oh, I almost forgot, that guy can fly. I should say unless he can become invisible.
Anyway, you understand what I mean, right?"

Coulson nodded, then rubbed his frozen hands to warm them up, and said solemnly:
"Clint, can you promise me something?"

Hawkeye Clint was a little confused.

Coulson said with a fearless look: "In case, I mean in case I don't make it out alive, please give my suicide note to Audrey and tell her for me."

Hawkeye directly interrupted his long-time colleague and friend.

"You should tell her these things by yourself. If you don't come out, I will rush in and kill that son of a bitch Karl to avenge you!"

Hearing Clint's statement, Coulson was both moved and regretful. The outcome of this negotiation was unpredictable, and not being able to confess to Audrey might become his lifelong regret. After all, the main purpose of this visit was to threaten the other party. How could an ordinary person like him threaten a superpowered person?
If you think about it, you will know that whether you can get out alive depends on other people's mood.

"Eh" Coulson sighed and exhaled a breath of white air into the distance.

Coulson's mind was so dazed now that he even forgot to say goodbye to Hawkeye.

He just followed his body's instincts and walked towards the manor gate with firm steps.

Hawkeye Clint looked at the desolate back of his good friend Coulson, and his expression became solemn.

Ten minutes later, in the luxurious bedroom on the second floor of the manor.

At this perfect time for sleeping in, Carl was woken up by the servant.

"Those scumbags from SHIELD deserve to be punished for disturbing my sleep so early in the morning!" Carl cursed as he got out of bed.

On the soft big bed, Wanda seemed to be awakened by Carl's movement. She opened her beautiful eyes in a daze and saw that Carl had got up early in the morning.

She stretched out her flawless white hand and pulled the quilt up to cover her pretty face, not bothering to care what Karl was going to do.

Wanda worked as a female knight all night last night and now she is so sleepy that she just wants to sleep in.

Carl, wearing pink bunny couple pajamas, walked straight out of the bedroom, not even bothering to change into formal clothes. Anyway, the person he was going to meet was not an important person.

He walked into the elevator with a lot of resentment, intending to see which idiot was disturbing his sleep so early in the morning.

The reception room on the first floor of the main building of the manor.

Carl walked quickly into the living room, and when he saw Coulson, the boy with a fake smile, his anger rose suddenly.

He is very angry when he wakes up now!

"Did SHIELD send you here so early in the morning to make me die suddenly from lack of sleep?
If you don't give me a reasonable reason, I will not let you leave the gate of this manor!"

Coulson put away his smile and quickly took out the check, to avoid being easily eaten by Carl who looked impatient before he could explain his purpose.

"Mr. Carl, this is one billion US dollars! I came here with sincerity. On behalf of S.H.I.E.L.D., I want to discuss cooperation with you."

Carl took the check, which was from JPMorgan Chase Bank. He looked at the string of zeros on it and was a little surprised.

He had asked for a billion US dollars in compensation, but he didn't expect SHIELD to actually deliver.

That black-salted egg doesn't look like someone who is willing to suffer a loss.

It seems that SHIELD came to ask for a favor this time!

For the sake of the billion dollars, Carl is willing to patiently see what SHIELD is up to.

Carl put on a very 'kind' smile, patted Coulson's shoulder gently and said:
"Since you are so sincere, please tell me how you would like to cooperate?"

Seeing Carl's face change instantly after receiving the money, Coulson wanted to punch this hypocritical bastard to death.

In his eyes, this ten billion US dollars is an insult to his idol Captain America.

Therefore, Coulson's face was very cold. He decisively gave up his previous idea of being more tactful and directly stated the suppression strategy of Black Sauce Egg.

“Mr. Carl, you may not like what I am going to say next, but it is related to the life and death of Umbrella.

I need you to accept the control of SHIELD from today, including but not limited to personal freedom, etc.
What if you don't agree?

Then SHIELD will take some measures that you don't want to see, such as suppressing Umbrella's arms business.

Believe me, SHIELD is definitely capable of shutting down an international arms company!"

Coulson wanted to tell Carl bluntly that SHIELD already has evidence against you, so you can handle it yourself!

(End of this chapter)