Marvel: I became an ancestor by sacrificing offerings.

After ending the video call with Peter, the president, in a fit of impotent rage, unconsciously transformed into a desktop cleaning master.

Hmm, just a little bit more and that little red button will be triggered...

Three times the funding!

Supreme law enforcement power!

Why doesn't this kid just rob it?

Oh, what he's doing now is practically robbery!

But where was he talking to his subordinates?

This is nothing more than swearing allegiance to a soon-to-be emperor!

At that moment, he felt like he wasn't the president, but rather a dog that Peter kept in the White House.

No, dogs can bark at their owners when they're stressed.

He didn't even have the right to make a sound!

Thinking of this, the president couldn't help but give a self-deprecating smile.

The idea of ​​recruiting Peter and making him the director of S.H.I.E.L.D., attempting to bind him to their cause through power and status, was simply the most ridiculous joke in the world.

Have you ever seen a farmer keep Godzilla in their own pigsty?

But what's the use of regretting it now?

It's all too late!

He could only watch helplessly as the power he had pursued for half his life gradually fell into the hands of others.

From now on, he is destined to only be able to obtain the generosity of Lord Peter by groveling and begging...

……

S.H.I.E.L.D., the Delta Wing building.

The meeting has now concluded.

Coulson will be responsible for cleaning up the mess in the meeting room.

Hill, meanwhile, had already arranged for people to capture the remaining Hydra agents hiding in other government departments.

As for Peter, he, along with Tony and Captain America, escorted the ashen-faced Blackie out of the building.

Shortly after, several black SUVs slowly drove up, with CIA logos printed on their bodies.

As two CIA agents expressionlessly grabbed the black man's arms and shoved him into the car, Tony stroked his chin and couldn't help but lean close to Peter and whisper:

"Are we just going to hand him over to the CIA like this?"

"Those useless bastards aren't even as good as Hydra, do you really think they can keep an eye on him?"

Tony's tone was full of distrust of the CIA.

Whether or not we can keep an eye on it is not important.

Peter crossed his arms and calmly watched the departing convoy.

"The important thing is that I have to give those people some face in public."

"Otherwise, even a cornered dog will jump over the wall."

Peter knew, of course, that with the CIA's rudimentary capabilities, trying to imprison Nick Fury was pure fantasy.

Before the convoy even reached the secret prison, Black Egg would have already used a Skrull to disguise himself and escape.

In fact, this was the way out Peter had left for him, or rather, a test.

Although Black Lu Dan's behavior was a bit disgusting, he was ultimately not a truly heinous villain.

Peter had no reason to kill him without even knowing the facts.

Therefore, he decided to give Black Ludan one last chance.

If Hei Ludan can't swallow this insult and chooses to abandon the bottom line he has always upheld in order to get revenge on himself.

If we were to collude with those alien forces...

Peter will personally send him on his way, so that he and his Hydra friends can reunite in hell.

But if he could still distinguish between what's important and who the real enemy is...

Peter wouldn't mind giving him a title like "Director of Skysword Bureau" so he could go to outer space and grow potatoes... no, I mean, find a new home for those Skrulls.

This can be considered a way to make use of waste.

"Alright, don't worry about things here, I can handle it."

Peter patted Tony on the shoulder:

"Your top priority now is to develop the new element and the vibranium suit. I'm eagerly awaiting to see your masterpiece!"

Upon hearing about the new elements and the vibranium suit, Tony instantly perked up:

"Just you wait and see, I guarantee I'll build you an Iron Man suit that can utterly crush that Wakanda technology!"

After making this boast, Tony flew away from the Delta Wing Building.

"Hydra is done, and S.H.I.E.L.D. is under our control too..."

After watching Tony leave, Peter rubbed his temples and couldn't help but mutter to himself:

"Then, next, we should also deal with... Gwen and Felicia's problems."

With that thought in mind, Peter boarded his flying skateboard and left the delta wing building.

What he didn't notice as he left was...

In the triangular building behind him, three pairs of eyes, on different floors, silently watched his departing figure.

……

In the training room, Daisy's vest was soaked with sweat.

She had just completed a round of physical training that far exceeded the standard, and the soreness in her muscles made her almost unable to stand.

But when she looked through the glass window and saw Peter's departing figure, her weariness was instantly replaced by a burning emotion.

Brother Peter... is really amazing.

In just a few days, the purge of S.H.I.E.L.D. was completed.

And I couldn't even help in the slightest.

Thinking of this, Daisy subconsciously clenched her little fists.

I can't dawdle any longer. I'm determined to become Peter's strongest ally in S.H.I.E.L.D.!

At the current pace, who knows how much longer it will take to achieve this goal?

Thinking this, the girl felt a sudden sense of urgency.

She immediately turned around and rushed to the training equipment, beginning a new round of self-torture training.

……

Director's Office.

Maria Hill, who had been reviewing Hydra's various secret operations within S.H.I.E.L.D., was now staring blankly at Peter's retreating figure.

As Nick Fury's most trusted second-in-command, the events of today have undoubtedly had a huge impact on her.

But after the initial shock, what followed was even more profound admiration.

Hydra, a malignant tumor that has been parasitizing S.H.I.E.L.D. for decades without anyone knowing.

Peter cleaned it up so easily?

Moreover, he accomplished it secretly all by himself!

How did he manage to know all of this without anyone knowing?

How did they manage to lay such a trap, deliver a fatal blow, and gather such a massive amount of evidence?

Such methods, such boldness... are not something only a reckless man with superpowers possesses!

As Hill watched Peter's departing figure, the light of inquiry and curiosity in his eyes grew stronger.

A vague impulse arose in her heart, a desire to learn more about this young bureau chief.

The capable secretary to the bureau chief was unaware that this fatal curiosity was itself a trap from which she could not escape.

One day, because of this curiosity, she will be unable to move like a small insect on a spider's web, and will eventually become the spider's meal.

……

And on the rooftop of the Delta Wing building.

Agent Natasha leaned against the railing, letting the cold wind from high above tousle her fiery red hair.

A hint of disappointment flickered across her face.

She had thought that by being the first to stand up in the meeting room to support Peter, she would be treated differently and would have the opportunity to be in the same room with him and be praised by him alone.

But the reality is... nothing happened!

The way Peter looked at her was no different from how he looked at Coulson or any other agent.

It was as if her taking sides was simply a matter of course.

Peter's indifference made Natasha deeply doubt her own charm.

She didn't know what was wrong with her.

I don't know what kind of emotion I have that makes me so pathologically crave Peter's attention.

Gratitude? Adoration? Or perhaps romantic love in the true sense of the word?

But why does Peter seem completely indifferent to me?

Because of his unwavering love for Gwen?

But he clearly had an ambiguous relationship with that girl named Felicia!

Why is he so dismissive of me?

Could it be... because of my unbearable past?

Thinking of the filth and bloodshed inside the red house, those memories she herself found utterly repulsive…

Intense negative emotions suddenly overwhelmed her like a tidal wave.

But if...

If she had a choice.

If, when she was all alone, someone had reached out to her like they did to Gwen, pulling her out of that filthy mire, how could she have ended up like that?