Simultaneous travel: all abstract fun people

Chapter 218 Steve: You mean saving the world means making me run for president?

Roger glanced at Chief Egg.

"Oh, so you can't handle S.H.I.E.L.D., and you want me to take care of you?"

"You think I'm a cleaner?"

Roger suddenly slapped his thigh, a mocking smile spreading across his face:

"I've got it! I can make a move now."

"Just blow up the entire headquarters, and destroy the whole map."

"Anyway, there are more Hydra moles inside than S.H.I.E.L.D. agents. After the bombing, it can free up some land for New York real estate."

"We have the funds to rebuild S.H.I.E.L.D."

Upon hearing this, Nick Fury froze on the spot: "Are you crazy? S.H.I.E.L.D. has many innocent agents."

Roger scoffed: "A secret agent can actually be associated with the word 'innocent'?"

"Alright, go do your own childish game."

Seeing Nick Fury so anxious his forehead was practically dripping with oil, Roger lazily dropped a bombshell:

"Loki must have stolen the Tesseract."

"Loki?"

Nick Fury's one eye widened as if he had just thought of something: "The Norse god of lies and trickery?"

"Yes, that's him."

Roger glanced at him.

"Why are you so surprised? Haven't you already dealt with his brother, Thor?"

"The guy who used to chase Thor all over the streets of New Mexico was this Asgardian jinx."

"Now he's latched onto Thanos's coattails. He stole the Tesseract to open a portal and lead the Chitauri army to massacre Earth."

Upon hearing this, Nick Fury broke out in a cold sweat.

Earth is facing an apocalyptic crisis.

"And who is Thanos?"

Steve was completely confused and suddenly asked a question.

Roger casually replied, "A cosmic-level villain, a muscle-bound brute with a screw loose."

"Thinking about destroying half the universe all day long is like a child playing house."

Nick Fury straightened his back, his one eye fixed on Roger: "For the safety of Earth, I hope you can assist S.H.I.E.L.D..."

"Come on this."

Roger interrupted him directly: "It's my business to take action, and it's none of your business to tell me what to do."

"Take care of your Hydra subordinates first; the Earth doesn't need your protection."

His expression suddenly turned cold: "I'll give you a month. If there are still Hydra agents causing trouble in S.H.I.E.L.D., don't blame me for taking action to help you with the whole thing."

Nick Fury roared, his face flushed red, "Roger, you're going to extremes! You can't solve problems with massacres!"

"Whatever you say."

Roger waved his hand impatiently.

Before he could finish speaking, a wormhole instantly appeared beneath Nick Fury's feet.

With a scream, the bureau chief fell directly into it.

The next second, he fell awkwardly onto the carpet in the S.H.I.E.L.D. office, only managing to catch a glimpse of Roger's mocking smile before the wormhole closed.

"Fuck Fuck!"

Nick Fury struggled to his feet, his eyes practically spitting fire.

Roger turned to Steve, flashing the same ruthless capitalist smile: "Captain, the chance to save the world has arrived."

"Once you sign a contract with Water Company, you're one of us."

"Free food and lodging, plus free time to beat up aliens – this deal is a steal!"

Steve gripped his shield tightly, recalling the threat Thanos and the Chitauri he had just heard, and then glanced at the bustling city in the distance.

"I sign."

Steve's tone was quite firm.

Coulson, standing to the side, felt superfluous and wanted to run away.

But unexpectedly, Roger suddenly called out his name.

“Agent Coulson.” Roger looked at Coulson, a mischievous smile flashing in his eyes. “The stage name ‘Bald Man’ is still empty. How about considering making your debut?”

"This is the best stage name you could ask for, don't miss it!"

Coulson awkwardly touched his shiny bald head and chuckled dryly, "Next time, the director is waiting for my report."

After saying that, he slipped away and fled in panic.

Roger looked away and called into the room, "Gwen, bring me a contract."

At this moment, Steve gripped his shield, looking as if he wanted to say something but couldn't.

Roger raised an eyebrow and said, "Just say what you want to say. If you keep beating around the bush, Captain America's image will be ruined."

After hesitating for a long time, Steve finally asked the question that had been bothering him: "I was actually dead. You resurrected me, right?"

Last night, Coulson told him that after the plane crash, he should have perished in the Arctic, but now he is seventy years later, which is likely because Roger used magic to resurrect him in order to establish a living brand for the Superhero Company.

At first, Steve didn't believe it, but when he saw the records in the S.H.I.E.L.D. files that Roger was a wizard, and saw that his appearance had hardly changed over the past seventy years, he became more convinced.

Steve began to believe that he was Roger resurrected.

Otherwise, even if he were lucky enough to survive, he would be an old man by now, and should be dancing in the square with Carter.

Roger scoffed, grabbed the iced drink on the table, and gulped it down: "I don't have time to resurrect the dead."

"When you fell into the ice hole, you were only in a state of suspended animation."

"But if it weren't for me, when those idiots thawed you, you'd probably be a pile of minced meat, no different from a dead person."

"Remember the money you owe me and the company."

"Work hard as a superhero to pay off your debts."

No sooner had she finished speaking than Gwen rushed over, clutching a contract so thick it could stop a bullet.

Steve stared at the densely packed, unfair terms and conditions.

I really don't even want to act anymore.

However, he took a deep breath and signed his name with a flourish.

……

The following afternoon, the sun shone brightly on the private beach.

Gwen, wearing a bikini, bounced on the beach, her fair skin glowing like honey in the sunlight.

Her full breasts accentuated the alluring curves of her bikini, while the waist straps were casually tied into a bow, outlining her slender waist that was impossible to look away from.

"Boss, don't always give in to me."

Gwen pouted and stood on tiptoe to spike the volleyball at Roger with all her might.

Roger raised an eyebrow, easily intercepted the ball with one hand, and a wicked smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

"I'm afraid you'll cry again if you lose."

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly hit the ball hard behind Gwen.

Gwen stamped her foot, her cheeks flushed: "You cheated!"

Just as Roger was about to serve again, his phone rang abruptly.

"Roger! What happened to saving the world?"

Steve's voice came from the other end of the phone, clearly filled with anger.

"I sat in the Ministry of Justice all day, and you're telling me that saving the world means suing the US government?"

Roger glanced at Gwen, who was bending down to pick up the ball, her alluring curves on full display.

He chuckled lazily, "Not bad, Captain, you're on the right track now?"

"Next, I plan to fund your presidential campaign."

Steve's voice was filled with disbelief: "Running for president? What does that have to do with saving the world?"

"I'm here to be a superhero, not to get involved in politics."

Roger casually stopped Gwen's sneak attack and continued, "Wouldn't the world be a better place if we got rid of this cancer, America?"

"Loki is a god, at least. You're just a stronger ordinary person. What are you doing getting involved?"

"There's nothing wrong with dealing with Loki, but running for president would open up a whole new world for you."

Steve roared from the other end of the phone, while Roger had already hung up and tossed the phone aside.

Gwen picked up the ball and came closer, asking curiously, "Boss, are you really going to make the captain president?"

Roger shrugged: "How will we know if we don't try? Maybe the American people will like it."

(End of this chapter)