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"Agent Carter, come to my office. I think we need to talk!" Flynn ordered immediately upon seeing Carter return.

"Sir!" Carter quickly and somewhat reluctantly entered the director's office.

"What do you think you're doing?" Chief Flynn questioned Carter bluntly.

“I’m preparing to process some documents…” Carter tried to change the subject, but Flynn interrupted him immediately.

"Don't try to fool me, ma'am! Tell me, what did you do today?" Flynn said irritably. "Who gave you permission to go out on fieldwork without any authorization?"

"I just wanted to do my part..." Carter said helplessly.

"You don't need to exert yourself, ma'am. You just need to complete the tasks I assign you on time every day. That's your maximum effort. The rest will be taken care of by them!" Chief Flynn emphasized.

“But sir, I’m a field operative…” Carter tried to argue.

“That was then! Ms. Carter, everyone here has to follow the rules, even Captain America’s ex-lover, oh, or maybe that rich man’s!” Chief Flynn had completely lost his patience and no longer gave Carter any face.

"How dare you say that?" Peggy Carter was furious upon hearing Flynn's words.

"Oh, come on, who doesn't know that it's because of you that the entire New York bureau has become a laughing stock in the entire American intelligence system? And if it weren't for that, why do you think you'd still be in this office talking to me?" Flynn said disdainfully. "Of course, you can also go and beg that tycoon to kick me out of New York too."

Peggy Carter was speechless.

Since that incident last year, everyone in the New York precinct has started to distance themselves from her. In addition, after losing Bucky as her partner, she has become a completely marginalized figure in the New York precinct, only able to do odd jobs in the station every day, and completely cut off from any field missions.

She had no way to deal with it.

Who can be blamed? The colleagues? But to some extent, those colleagues and the Strategic Science Legion did lose face and become a laughing stock because of her.

Blame Josh? He was just a victim; the other party clashed with his former colleagues in order to help him.

Should he blame himself? But Carter asked himself if he had ever done anything wrong.

So if we really have to blame someone, we can only blame the times, and blame her for being a woman.

As she walked out of the office, all the agents except Susa cast gloating glances at her.

Suppressing his resentment, Carter returned to his desk and idly waited until the end of the workday.

After get off work, Carter was the first to leave the office right on time.

It wasn't that she couldn't stay still, but rather that she was genuinely in a hurry.

About ten minutes later, Carter appeared at the restaurant where she used to eat with Bucky, where she met Howard Stark's butler, Edwin Jarvis, who was already waiting there.

"So? Any good news?" Carter asked softly, sitting down next to Jarvis with his back to him.

“Yes, I’ve received information that a nightclub owner and underground broker named Spade Raymond wants to sell one of Mr. Stark’s inventions. Here’s his information.” Jarvis quietly handed an envelope to Carter from behind his back.

"A black one?" Carter took the envelope, opened it, glanced at it, and looked surprised.

It wasn't that she was discriminatory, but rather that in an era when the United States was still in the midst of racial segregation, a Black nightclub owner was indeed quite a rare sight.

“There’s nothing strange about it. Although he’s a bit dark-skinned, he’s actually mixed-race and has a rich father.” Jarvis picked up his coffee, took a sip, and frowned as he said, “Besides, people who run nightclubs are already entangled with gangs. As long as they can make money, they don’t distinguish between right and wrong.”

This is just a very cheap restaurant. If Jarvis were still an ordinary British soldier, he would have been happy to taste this level of coffee. However, after serving as Stark's butler for several years and witnessing all kinds of extravagant lifestyles, he can hardly drink this kind of inferior coffee anymore.

“Okay, is there anything else I need to be aware of?” Cardi nodded and asked.

“I think you need to hurry, because I’ve received information that the deal is tonight. Also, if my intelligence is correct, your colleagues should have received some information as well,” Jarvis said.

“I’ll handle everything!” Carter breathed a sigh of relief, got up, and walked out of the restaurant.

A dozen minutes later, Peggy Carter, dressed in a sexy evening gown and wearing a blonde wig, appeared at the target nightclub—because, according to intelligence, the nightclub's owner, a broker named Raymond, had a thing for blonde bombshells.

Aside from her hair color, Carter clearly suited Raymond's tastes, so she wanted to use that to get closer to him—although Carter wasn't the kind of agent who relied on her looks to complete missions, she didn't rule out using this advantage to accomplish her tasks.

Looking at the noisy and chaotic environment inside the nightclub, Peggy Carter dismissed a drunkard who had tried to pick her up, breathed a sigh of relief, and headed towards the second floor where there were guards.

"Excuse me, ma'am, the second floor is not open to the public." As Carter approached, the two guards immediately stopped her.

“I have something to discuss with Mr. Raymond. I have some things I want to sell!” Carter said, feigning to flaunt her slender figure. In her mind, the guards would understand their boss’s preferences and let her pass.

however……

“Raymond? Ha, madam, your information is outdated. This place no longer belongs to Raymond!” After Carter finished speaking, the two guards exchanged a smile and said something that greatly surprised Carter.

"What? How is this possible?" Carter was completely stunned when he heard the news.

“Nothing is impossible, ma’am. My name is Dix, and this nightclub belongs to me!” Just then, a very tall white man came down from upstairs.

Chapter 156 Let's Cooperate!

Upon hearing the name Dix, Peggy Carter felt a bad premonition.

Although she is British, she has been in New York for a year and works in the intelligence department, so she naturally has a good understanding of the situation in New York.

Basically, New York at this time had three rules that people shouldn't mess with, and this applied to those of them who worked as secret agents as well.

The first group she wouldn't mess with were naturally the massive number of super-rich people. Josie Kahn and Howard Stark, whom she knew, were the best examples. Of course, Howard's current situation was a bit bad, but that was due to special circumstances. Under normal circumstances, not many people would want to mess with him.

The second group you shouldn't mess with is the New York police. This rule applies to those who are excluded from the first group, since, to some extent, the New York police are essentially kept by the city's wealthy.

But it is precisely for this reason, and the American judicial system, that the New York Police Department, the largest local police agency in the United States, has become a special group that is difficult for outsiders to intervene in, and is quite united.

Most of the time, these semi-legal intelligence agencies have to avoid the New York police, otherwise, if they get caught, it will be very troublesome.

The third group you shouldn't mess with is the Mafia, whether it's the Italian Mafia or the Irish Mafia.

These "parasites" lurking in the dark side of New York society are entities that no social stratum in New York wants to easily provoke.

The New York police and wealthy individuals were in cahoots with this group, and even the FBI was powerless against them.

Furthermore, countless low-level gangs are entrenched in the intricacies of the Mafia, forming an extremely large criminal organization.

Peggy Carter believed that, if she remembered correctly, the head of New York's largest Irish Mafia was named Dix.

Surely my luck can't be that bad?

“Hehe, it seems this lady has heard of me. Why don’t you come up for a drink?” Just as Peggy Carter was hesitating and considering backing out, Dix seemed to see through her thoughts and extended an invitation.

The man standing before me, Dix, is none other than Lyndon Schneider's old partner. With Josie's support and the help of the Blackwater gang, he wiped out most of the Jewish gangs in the United States and helped the Irish gang regain its position as the top dog in the American underworld. Dix rose from a small-time hoodlum to become a mobster in the American underworld.

The reason he was at this nightclub today was simple: it was arranged by Josh.

“Mr. Dix, I might…” Peggy Carter immediately wanted to refuse. Her target was the broker named Raymond, not this Irish mafia boss. If she offended him, she might really get herself killed.

“Oh, ma’am, your refusal will put me in a very difficult position!” Dix shrugged, while several more guards surrounded Carter, clearly not allowing Carter to refuse the invitation.

"I'm also a bit thirsty, so I'll trouble you, Mr. Dix!" Upon seeing this, Carter immediately smiled and agreed.

With her discerning eye, it wasn't hard to tell that the thugs surrounding her weren't just petty thugs, but rather showed clear signs of military training, most likely veterans. Knowing that she couldn't fight off so many opponents, she decisively chose to compromise.

There's no rush to figure out how to get away when we're alone with Dix.

But when Carter followed Dix into the spacious and luxurious office, and saw a guard still sitting near the door, Carter felt like cursing.

Does this guy, Dix, even do his jobs under the watchful eyes of his guards? Is he fucking terrified?

“Alright, ma’am, don’t be so nervous. Tell me, police? FBI? Or some other special agency?” Just as Carter was thinking to herself, Dix poured her a glass of red wine. Other than that, he didn’t seem to have any intention of doing anything to her. Instead, he got straight to the point and asked her question.

“Mr. Dix, you’ve misunderstood. I just wanted to discuss a deal with Mr. Raymond, the original owner of this place… I didn’t mean anything else!” Peggy Carter said, trying to remain calm.

“Oh…I see. Well then, you can talk to him…Frank!” Dix nodded slightly and then said to the guard sitting at the door.

Upon hearing this, the guard named Frank at the door smiled slightly, then walked to a large wardrobe in the office and opened it.

Upon seeing the contents of the wardrobe, Peggy Carter's eyes narrowed involuntarily.

Because inside were two mangled corpses.

One of them was Raymond, the broker she was looking for; the other, a rather thin white man, was someone she had no information about.

Well, now Carter understands. He's really had a run of bad luck today. He's caught in a gang shootout, and the person he's looking for is already dead.

“Look, ma’am, there he is… Do you have anything to say?” Dix said mockingly, pointing at Raymond’s corpse.

“Alright, since that’s the case, Mr. Dix, then I’ll be frank. My purpose in coming here is for a chemical formula. If that thing was originally in his hands, then it should be in yours now. Perhaps we can make a deal, how about it?” Peggy Carter said, trying to remain calm.

“See, getting straight to the point is much better. I knew you came for that.” Dix smiled, sat down in the office chair, opened a drawer, and took out a sphere.

Upon seeing the sphere, Peggy Carter's eyes widened. "Mr. Dix, you're not suggesting that the molecular formula has been weaponized, and this is it?"

“That’s it,” Dix said, tossing the ball toward Peggy Carter.

Peggy Carter, who had heard about the dangers of this thing from Howard Stark, suppressed her urge to run away and hurriedly caught the ball, carefully holding it in her hands.

"Hahahaha, madam, don't be so nervous. I know how dangerous this thing is. In fact, we've already dealt with it. It's safe now and won't explode!" Seeing Peggy Carter's nervous expression, Dix couldn't help but burst into laughter.

Upon hearing Dix's words, Peggy Carter felt an urge to pull out her gun and shoot this ill-tempered Irishman. Why didn't you tell me earlier that you'd already dealt with the stuff?

"So it seems Mr. Dix knows a lot about this stuff?" But after calming down, Peggy Carter discovered the key information in Dix's words.

“That’s normal. This lady, whose background I don’t know, don’t forget who I am! Although we often do some bad things, our main purpose is to make money… And although this kind of dangerous stuff can sell for a lot of money, it will only cause greater damage and trouble to our other businesses. These guys deserve to die for doing this kind of dangerous thing on our turf!” Dix sneered.

As Dix said, although the Mafia mostly does illegal things, most of the time, they are actually the ones who most want overall social stability.

Only when society as a whole is stable can their customers earn money steadily and then spend it with them, thus ensuring a continuous flow of income for them.

Only those lowly scoundrels who have never had a proper meal would spend all their time thinking about making one-off deals.

"What do you mean, Mr. Dix?" Carter's heart skipped a beat when he heard Dix say that.

“Madam, I can tell you’re an official. In fact, I think we can definitely cooperate on this and find all these rats hiding in the sewers…” Dix said slowly.

Carter's eyes lit up immediately upon hearing this.