In the Marvel Universe: I can summon items from all dimensions.

After Mason agreed, Natasha immediately issued him a Level 5 agent certificate, and the information was also synchronized with the employee files within S.H.I.E.L.D., proving that what she said was true.

It has to be said that although working at S.H.I.E.L.D. is dangerous, the pay is really good, even better than the Air Force. After being promoted, Mason can get a fixed salary of six thousand dollars a month, plus various benefits, reimbursements and insurance, making him a well-known high-income earner.

But along with the high salary came all sorts of rules and regulations—a 4GB file was sent to Mason's phone containing various codes of conduct, regular contact information, and powerful hacking software that could be installed on portable devices. Mason concluded that as long as he mastered these things, any ordinary person could live a comfortable life without worrying about food and clothing—of course, whether he would be caught red-handed through the internet was another matter entirely.

During this process, Mason also recalled some memories of Cecil—he was actually a very talented test-taker who could cover almost all his expenses during his school years with scholarships. He also had a ruthless streak due to his orphan background and would fight back hard against bullying, a common trope in American dramas. If everything went smoothly, he would probably pursue an academic career. Whether he could become a successful person is another matter, but at least living a relatively happy life shouldn't be difficult.

Unfortunately, he got stuck with a wicked old man, and got smeared by Hydra, that stinking dog shit. As a result, he got shot in the head on his first mission.

But even if Mason wanted to help Cecilia get revenge, it was unlikely to work out, because old man Karen had passed away a year ago. If you think about it, his ashes should have decomposed to a certain extent by now. He couldn't very well go to the old man's grave and stage a scene of scattering his bones to the winds.

However, Cecilia's talent for solving problems is truly remarkable. Not only did she quickly master the combat skills taught by Hydra, but she also became a Level 4 agent of S.H.I.E.L.D. in just two years due to her extremely high work efficiency, which can be considered as promising.

Is that why they're sending him as an "ambassador"?

Because he doesn't have any important missions and is quite capable, and someone who might be important to the X-Men trusts him to some extent, he might have a better chance of getting some useful intelligence than others—a blatant scheme, not particularly clever, but not bad either, perhaps closer to playing a side game.

Mason didn't have much to say about this, because he was considering whether to go directly to the X-Men after attending Xavier's Academy for Gifted Youngsters. Putting everything else aside, in terms of organizational structure, the team led by the bald wheelchair-bound man was definitely superior to Hydra and S.H.I.E.L.D., those two piles of shit. As the saying goes, a good bird chooses a good tree to perch on, and there should be a mutual effort between talent and employers.

After everything was explained to him, Mason, leaning on his crutches, left the interrogation room and went to the lounge where Lorna was.

Teacher? Even Mason, an outsider, instantly understood that such a position meant being a spy. How could Lorna, a graduate of the academy, not understand? She might even harbor preconceived notions of distrust. On that basis, could he really retain any trust in her?

Didn't S.H.I.E.L.D.'s superiors consider this possibility?

It's likely that some people used her as bait, hoping to find out Lorna's weaknesses and develop a more effective strategy—as for what will become of the bait... a mere Level 4 agent with some potential isn't such an unbearable sacrifice, is it?

Although he thought this line of thinking was stupid, Mason thought it was still normal because it was a decision made by the top management of the American comic book company.

Since they can even come up with the idea of ​​eliminating aliens invading through wormholes by dropping nuclear bombs on their own soil, what kind of brain-dead level can't they break through?

On the bright side, this level is already one of the more reliable large organizations in the Marvel Universe. Compared to Hydra, a gathering place for mentally challenged children, or the Illuminati, which is scattered like stars but gathered like a pile of shit, or S.H.I.E.L.D., or rather, the US Congress behind it, at least won't come up with any particularly outrageous or earth-shattering wisdom—this is what is meant by being completely overshadowed by its peers.

Damn it, I really want to pull out the Super Beast right now and let some idiots know why the flowers are so red, but unfortunately I can't do that now. The most urgent thing is to prove to Lorna—and the X-Men behind her—that I really only have a bowl of noodles in my belly.

So, what should we do?

Mason quickly devised a plan and stepped into the room.

At this moment, Lorna was sitting quietly on a luxurious sofa, her face gloomy, lost in thought.

"Hey, what's going on?" Mason walked over and asked. "What did the people at the station do to you?"

Lorna didn't answer, but just looked up at Mason, then suddenly reached out and grabbed his hand, pulling him to sit on the sofa.

Immediately afterwards—Kuroishi Kasumi's voice suddenly rang out.

"Psychic energy has been detected entering your body. I've already blocked it. Should I retaliate?"

"Huh?" Mason was taken aback, then quickly realized, "Wait, can you tell what kind of ability this is?"

"It looks like just ordinary telepathic communication, but things like evil gods, demon kings, and ancient evil spirits love to use communication as a starting point to slowly manipulate their victims," ​​she replied sinisterly. "Don't judge a book by its cover, sir. This woman might be planning to give you something really big."

Mason paused for a moment, then sighed inwardly, "Let her come over..."

"Mason?" His message had barely been sent when Lorna's voice seamlessly followed, "What happened...? Was my telepathic communication with you a beat too slow?"

With the ability to control magnetic fields and possess psychic powers, I now seriously suspect that you are actually the offspring of the eccentric man and the bald wheelchair-bound hero.

"Maybe it's just network latency," Mason instinctively retorted, then realized he should have said something first, "Wait, this is your ability? What's going on?"

"But shouldn't you be in the hospital?"

Lorna released her grip and said calmly.

But in the realm of the mind, she conveyed a completely different message: "Pretend you're talking to me verbally, but the real content is in the spiritual dialogue."

Mason understood and did as she said.

"I'd like to, but I don't have the time or inclination," he shrugged. "Look, my leg is still broken, and suddenly I got a new assignment, and I can't refuse to do it."

The message in my mind was, "What's going on? Is there something that has to be said in such a secretive way?"

"What is it?" Lorna asked in return.

But the real message was, "You should thank me for not telling anyone about your curse and strange attack methods—well, if those things are related to S.H.I.E.L.D., then I'm just being presumptuous, but I guess you probably don't want your superiors to know about them."

"From today onwards, I will be a guest lecturer at Xavier's Academy for Gifted Youngsters."

He wasn't quite used to communicating with two sets of information at the same time, but his previous experience manipulating Black Stone and Mist Feather provided a foundation that came in handy here. In short, from the outside, his conversation with Lorna seemed perfectly normal.

At that moment, the message he conveyed through telepathy was, "Ah... I really have to thank you for this. Just saying thank you isn't enough. I'll find an opportunity to return the favor with a more substantial gift later—but why did you do this?"

"What?!" Lorna immediately stood up, almost roaring in fury, "Those bastards were here to spy on the academy, and you...why?!"

Although she appeared to be emotionally volatile, she was actually quite calm inside, which was evident from the messages she conveyed.