A retired reincarnator from a certain American film studio

"How about it."

"It's not fake."

Coulson and Natasha exchanged a glance before turning to Nick Fury and saying, "Whether it's the surveillance video, the audio, or the three X-gene suppression collars we brought back, Structural's engineers have confirmed that these three collars have not been activated and are still in their factory condition."

Nick Fury's one eye gleamed.

Coulson and Natasha exchanged another glance, then wisely chose to remain silent as they looked at Nick Fury, who had been silent for a long time.

after awhile.

“I admit defeat this time, Luke Dane. You are indeed very capable. No wonder you have only two years of experience and have gone from an unknown person to the current Assistant Director of Operations in Los Angeles.”

"But I don't believe your luck will continue to be this good."

"Wait for me!"

Nick Fury took a deep breath and said in a low voice, as if he were speaking to Natasha and Coulson, but also as if he were making a silent vow, as he stood up from his chair: "Let's go back to Washington."

Be willing to admit defeat.

He's not the kind of person who can't accept defeat.

Nick is currently just glad that he didn't choose to confront them head-on; otherwise, the storm that awaited him wouldn't have been just a subpoena from the Department of Justice.

soon.

A black sedan discreetly drove out of the underground parking garage of the building, which was disguised as an adult products store.

then……

They were blocked from their way.

Sitting in the passenger seat, Natasha narrowed her eyes as she watched Jack, dressed in a suit, jump out of the black Hummer: "It's him!"

next second.

Natasha opened the passenger door and looked at Jack: "What, you weren't satisfied with just one squeeze? You want me to squeeze you a second time?"

Jack was about to speak when he suddenly paused, then his gaze fell on Nick Fury in the back seat of the black sedan: "I'm not here to see you, I'm here to see Chief Fury."

Nick Fury rolled down the car window with a blank expression, his single eye coldly staring at him.

Jack flashed a bright smile: "Director Fury, you haven't given me my bargaining chip yet. I want Ms. Natasha Romanoff to stay and have a date with me tonight."

Nick Fury: "..."

Chapter 237 The Strategist Was Fished into a Cunning Mouth? (First Update, Please Subscribe!)

"Correct!"

"Smile more happily."

"The more you laugh, the more likely this female agent will be provoked and stay."

As Debbie's slightly excited voice came through Jack's in-ear headset, a smile bloomed on Jack's face like a chrysanthemum.

Although he didn't understand why he insisted on coming to ask Natasha out on a date.

but……

Earl and Debbie had already voted, two to one, so he didn't have much right to resist.

In the Operations Group office of the Federal Building.

Sitting to the side, Earl couldn't help but look at Debbie, who was excitedly acting as a strategist, and said, "Take it easy. Jack's face was scratched by this female agent, and I heard she even used her thigh to trap him. We want to keep this female agent, not give Jack his life."

Debbie glanced directly at Earl without offering any further explanation.

"Who understands women better, you or me? Have you ever had a girlfriend?"

"Uh……"

Earl opened his mouth, looked at Debbie whose face seemed to say, "When it comes to picking up girls, I'm the expert," pursed his lips, and raised his hands in surrender.

Seeing this, Debbie turned back to the computer screen with some satisfaction and continued to remotely instruct Jack using the wireless headset: "Listen to me, Jack, don't worry. Three dates are enough for her to sleep with you a third time. I'll give you some more drugs then, and I guarantee she won't be able to leave you from now on."

Debbie, spouting one insane and outrageous line after another, looked at Natasha in her black bodysuit captured on the button-down camera and wished she could replace Jack and take the stage herself.

hateful.

Why wasn't I there? If I had known, I would have let the boss give me the bet.

As a result, Jack, an honest man, got the benefit for nothing.

With this thought in mind, Debbie grew angrier and angrier, but she still remotely guided Jack, using the art of language to keep Natasha, who was supposed to leave with Nick Fury, from leaving.

Nick Fury, who arrived with his left and right arms, found himself with only his left arm left behind in Los Santos when he boarded his private plane to return to Washington, D.C.

but……

This was originally part of the bet; Debbie simply embellished it, expanding the bet to include the condition that Natasha could only leave Los Santos after she had fulfilled her third date with Jack and everything was over.

and so!

After the private jet took off smoothly, Nick Fury sat in his seat and looked out the window at the Los Santos night view, which, like any other city, no matter how luxurious, would turn gray and rural after nine o'clock at night.

Luke Dane, wait, we'll meet again soon.

next time.

You won't be that lucky.

Nick Fury's single eye gleamed as his private jet, carrying his increasingly intense resentment, flew straight towards Washington, D.C.

Seven days later.

afternoon!

"Ah!"

"Boss, your cold is still not better."

Earl, who was just about to report to Lu Ke on the allocation plan for the 'fifty million' funds from seven days ago, looked at Lu Ke who was sneezing and said with concern, "It's been seven days, hasn't it?"

Luke pinched his nose and hummed in agreement: "Yes, it's been seven days. Every day at this time, he sneezes twice without fail. Damn it, that Nick Fury's resentment is really strong."

Ever since Nick Fury slunk away from Los Santos.

Luke sneezes twice every day at this time without fail.

Well known.

First, think; second, scold; third, catch a cold.

The only suspect Luke could think of who harbored deep resentment towards him at the moment was Nick Fury, who was currently suffering in Washington, D.C.

Nick Fury has been having a tough time these days.

Ever since Nick Fury flew back to Washington, D.C., and attended the hearing specially convened for him by the Department of Justice the next day, news about Nick Fury kept reaching Luke's ears.

Most of it came from Quantico's side.

A small portion was sent from Cipher's side.

In short, it's just one sentence.

Nick Fury's current situation can only be described as miserable.

But he brought it on himself.

And this wasn't even the worst time for Nick Fury, because he still hadn't gotten past the UN Security Council.

However, the Security Council has already agreed on a timeline for initiating hearings on Nick Fury.

Just after Christmas.

Luke thought the timing was excellent; at the very least, this meant Nick Fury had a sword of Damocles hanging over his head.

In a word.

Nick Fury is not going to have a good Christmas this year.

Luke, on the other hand, is quite looking forward to this Christmas.

and so……

He decided that tonight, he would find an opportunity to kick Nick Fury when he was down.

For example, tonight he plans to find an opportunity to talk to Ambassador Han about Nick Fury's bet with him that resulted in him losing 50 million dollars of S.H.I.E.L.D. funds.

After the holiday, Nick Fury will probably be verbally abused by the East Country Council members until he becomes withdrawn.

Because S.H.I.E.L.D. was established with funding from the five superpowers, and among them, the Eastern Kingdom and the Federation are the two ends, each contributing about 35% of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s funding.

in other words.

Of the $50 million that Nick Fury provided this time, $17.5 million came from the East.

This guy lost 17.5 million belonging to the Eastern Kingdom in one go. If Poor Rabbit finds out, he'll probably tear him apart.

Nick Fury wouldn't be surprised at all if he were fired next year.

Lu Ke thought to himself with a sinister glint in his eyes.

"correct."

Luke thought of the fifty million he had won, pinched his nose, got up from his chair, led Earl to the sofa, and after sitting down, poured Earl a glass of bourbon before saying, "How is the fifty million going to be distributed?"

Earl tapped on his tablet: "As planned, 20 million went to Quantico and another 10 million went to California."

Luke nodded.

Quantico is the headquarters, so the bulk of the profits must come from the headquarters; that's the rule.

California is the same; it's their superior. The headquarters can exist, but California cannot exist without a headquarters.

Moreover, Quantico and California were very supportive after receiving the tribute.

This is also a major reason why Nick Fury has been having a tough time in Washington these days.

Luke was using the money Nick Fury gave him to develop his connections in the upper echelons, while simultaneously getting those in power to badmouth Nick Fury, who was giving him the money.

"There are still 20 million left."

"Correct."