Become a Homelander and a Marvel superstar

At this moment, countless people like Toms, struggling on the edge of the abyss, were pulled back by an invisible hand.

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Hint! The harvest...

A massive amount of popularity points were jumping wildly, washing over Azu's senses wave after wave.

That feeling was more intoxicating than the strongest liquor.

Every cheer and every compliment can be transformed into real power in the blink of an eye.

Azu flew over New York, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath, as if he wanted to inhale the world's worship into his lungs.

"A perfect performance."

He whispered something to himself, then flashed and landed on the platform of Water Tower amidst the lingering echo of a sonic boom.

……

Back to General Manager Zu's office.

The air still carried the scent of post-coital hormones, but Jessica was no longer there.

"Miss Jones has left, sir."

The voice from Skynet came from beside her desk. She was personally tidying up the somewhat messy office, still wearing her black and white business attire, only the neckline seemed to be lower.

"She took one of your Macallan 64s from your liquor cabinet when she left, and also left a message."

"If you don't take her with you to beat up that damn planet, she'll sell out Vought the moment you leave Earth. She's still the CEO of Vought."

"Heh, let her be." Azu smiled slightly.

"The guest who identified himself as 'Nick Fury' has been waiting in the meeting room for an hour."

"Let him wait."

Ah Zu walked to the liquor cabinet and poured himself a glass of milk.

"Please tidy up your office first."

"Yes, sir."

Tianwang stepped forward, gently placing his slender hand on Azu's shoulder, leaning forward until his entire body was almost pressed against Azu's back.

"but……"

She breathed into Azu's ear, her voice slightly breathless.

"...I think there's something messy about Mr. Starr too."

Azu turned around and looked at the perfect artificial beauty in front of him.

"Yeah?"

He put down the cup in his hand.

"Then... let's clean it up thoroughly."

……

One hour later.

Tianwang straightened his slightly disheveled shirt collar and gracefully withdrew from the office.

Another fifteen minutes passed.

"Bang!"

The office door was violently pushed open.

The door slammed against the wall with a loud bang.

An elderly white man in a black trench coat strode in, his single eye burning with long-suppressed rage.

"Fuck you! Do you know what I hate most in this life? Starr."

Fury showed no intention of sitting down. He walked to the desk, slammed his hands heavily on the surface, and stared intently at Azu.

"You made me wait two hours." He held up two fingers. "Two hours! Do you know what I wanted to talk to you about... the world..."

"Sizzle—!!"

Two crimson, high-energy thermal beams instantly sliced ​​through the air, striking the old white man precisely in the chest.

"boom--!"

Before Fury could finish speaking, the immense impact sent him flying backward out of the office.

The red light in Azu's eyes gradually faded. He slowly put down the milk glass and said softly to the air outside the door:

"First, I don't like people pushing my door open."

"Second, organize your thoughts and say it again."

A few seconds later.

"Holy crap—!!"

A roar came from outside the door.

The temperature in the air suddenly rose, and a sulfurous smell filled the air.

"Thump! Thump! Thump!"

Heavy footsteps sounded, each step leaving charred footprints on the carpet.

Fury reappeared at the door.

But it wasn't the same old white man from before.

Orange flames suddenly erupted from his seven orifices, instantly engulfing his skin.

Hellfire burned fiercely on his skull.

"Your tricks won't work on me! Star..." The skull opened and closed its mouth, letting out an angry roar.

"Bang bang bang bang bang bang-!!!"

The sounds of thousands of bullets striking bones blended together.

Before Fury could finish speaking, or even step into the office, he was blasted to the end of the corridor, and the flames on his body began to flicker, showing signs of going out.

Inside the office, Ah Zu found himself holding two extravagantly designed handguns.

One is completely black, the other is as white as jade.

Ebony and white ivory.

This was "junk" he had pulled out of that damn blind box a long time ago, and it had been gathering dust in the magic space ever since.

But now, for the first time, these two demon-hunting spears are revealing their fangs.

Azu twirled his twin pistols with a flourish.

"call--"

He blew away the smoke rising from the gun barrel, his eyes filled with disdain.

"Fancy and overly complicated."

He then returned the gun to his magical space and picked up the glass of milk that was still warm.

……

One minute later.

"Tap, tap, tap."

A cautious knock sounded on the door.

"Please come in."

The door was pushed open.

Nick Fury walked in.

Although his clothes were tattered and riddled with bullet holes, he still managed to straighten his collar and dust off his sleeves.

He went to the desk, but instead of sitting down, he stood up straight.

Good afternoon, Mr. Starr.

Good afternoon, Fury.

Fury looked at Azu with a complicated expression and said, "Your marksmanship... is quite interesting."

Azu leaned back in his chair, observing the new Nick Fury with great interest.

"Your new skin looks pretty good too."

"While it may have made 'Ma'am Fuck' less of a classic, at least it makes you look more like a Republican."

"It was forced upon me," Fury replied expressionlessly, "but at least for me, the result was not bad."

"Please sit down."

Azu pointed to the chair opposite him.

Fury pulled out a chair and sat down, his body still tense.

The hail of bullets he had just endured had left a deep impression on his muscle memory.

"Speak, my time is precious." Azu glanced at his watch. "You only have one chance."

"Hydra".

Fury threw out his chips.

"Although the Insight Project, controlled by Hydra, failed, they are plotting a much larger conspiracy."

"I know their network, I know their code. I can help you uproot them."

"In exchange..."

Fury looked at Azu.

"...I need resources. I need Vought's support to rebuild S.H.I.E.L.D."

"laugh."

Ah Zu chuckled softly and shook his head, as if he had heard some absurd joke.

"Hydra?"

"Fury, have you been hiding in your mouse hole for too long? Has your brain gone moldy?"

"What is Hydra anyway?"