I sparked a mythological frenzy in Marvel.

Chapter 51 One Code, One Code

early morning.

Xia Ling, who was enjoying the soft morning sunlight in the office of Nick Fury, suddenly received a call from him.

"Director, there's something I'd like to report to you."

"Of course, Nick, just say what's on your mind. I'm a very open-minded person. Even though you work at my house, you're not going to be deprived of a single day of free time."

Xia Ling twirled the pen in her hand, listening with great interest to the report from the king of secret agents.

Hearing his somewhat fearful tone, Xia Ling found it amusing, wondering if she had been too harsh in her training of him.

Black Lu Dan, who should have been the transmigrator's lifelong enemy, was now speaking to him so humbly, completely behaving like his own black farmhand.

"Chief, we're out of cotton."

What does it mean that the cotton is gone?

Upon hearing this, Xia Ling paused, his pen stilling, and his lips twitched slightly. He suppressed a laugh and tried his best to make his voice sound serious and professional.

"Nick, are you sure you're not kidding me? Cotton? When did S.H.I.E.L.D. get involved in agriculture or textiles?"

Xia Ling feigned confusion and asked in return, but a hint of mockery flickered in her eyes.

"Uh, Chief, you might not believe it, but the cotton on the farm, well, let's just say it was burned to ashes by a hammer that fell from the sky."

"Are you kidding me?"

Nick Fury's voice on the other end of the phone sounded both helpless and confused, as if he himself didn't quite believe the absurd story.

"No, Director, it sounds unbelievable, but it's true. Last night, an unusual light ripped through the night sky, followed by a huge hammer falling from the sky and landing squarely in the cotton field in the center of your farm."

It not only destroyed large quantities of cotton crops but also started a fire, reducing the entire field almost to ashes.

Xia Ling's expression gradually changed from playful to serious. Could this hammer be Thor's little hammer?

"You mean, a hammer? A hammer that fell from the sky?"

He repeated, trying to confirm this incredible detail from Nick Fury.

"That's right, Chief, it is indeed a hammer. There was also a burly man who tried to take the hammer away. I beat him up, but neither he nor I were able to take it away. Even bringing in a crane wouldn't have helped."

Okay, it's confirmed, this is Thor's weapon.

These aliens are indeed not gods, and they are still intact.

However, Xia Ling vaguely remembered that in the original story, the hammer fell in New Mexico. How did it end up in Texas and happen to hit his cotton field?

"How's that burly guy? You didn't kill him, did you?"

Even if Thor is killed, it won't be a big problem. Although Odin is at his strongest now, he's only on his last breath.

If a real fight breaks out, they'll all be dead before long.

"Chief, please rest assured, he is not dead. I am currently interrogating him. Although he is just talking nonsense right now, he will tell the truth soon."

"No, you just need to keep a close watch on him. I'll have Coulson go and bring him over. You just need to hand him over properly."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, and just as Xia Ling was getting impatient, Nick Fury's voice came through.

"Understood, Chief. I will ensure his safety and await Coulson's arrival."

Nick Fury's voice was calm, but combined with his previous silence, it was clear that Blackie was very resentful.

"Alright, that's settled then. Now we have another matter to discuss in detail."

"Something else?"

Nick Fury frowned, a bad feeling creeping into his heart.

"It's about compensation for the farm."

"What?! Chief, you can't do this to me!"

It's here, it's finally here!

Despite harboring a one in a million chance, Nick Fury still hoped that Xia Ling would let bygones be bygones.

But in the end, he still had to pay compensation.

He worked day and night during that time, and even capitalists would be moved to tears by his efforts.

But as it turned out, they showed absolutely no compassion.

I'm heartbroken, so heartbroken!

"I entrusted the farm to you, trusting in your talent to make the cotton grow better and be harvested faster, but look what you've done!"

"Chief, let me explain! I didn't destroy the farm; it was all that burly man's fault!"

You can't take the blame for this.

If I really carried it on my back, I would truly become a black slave!

"Where's the evidence? Nick, whether he did it or not is another matter. Putting aside the facts, don't you bear any responsibility?"

"I"

Well, it seems I'm destined to take the blame for this.

When your boss is determined to push all the responsibility onto you, any explanation will seem weak and powerless.

"Director, I admit that I have been negligent in my supervision, but this incident was indeed beyond my control. However, please believe that I will do my best to ensure that similar things do not happen again."

"Hmm, very good. Since you're so nice, I'll consider your debt to me. Originally, you were supposed to pay back the principal and interest for 522 years."

"I'll give you a discount now, you can pay 251 years, and I'll round it down, how about 250 years?"

How is it?

Could it be that I can live for another 250 years?

"Yes, sir. I appreciate your kindness. If I can live to be 250 years old, it would be my honor to work for you."

"Very good, you said it yourself, so work hard for me for two hundred and fifty years."

Nick Fury rolled his eyes, as if he could really live for 250 years.

It's like an American court, constantly increasing sentences as if people can really serve that long a sentence.

"Chief, the farm has been burned to this state. I need some start-up capital, otherwise I won't be able to restore it."

"Yes, I will allocate some funds from S.H.I.E.L.D.'s budget to help restore production."

Nick Fury's brow furrowed. Was it really okay to so blatantly embezzle public funds to repair his own farm?

This Director Xia seems to have forgotten how he stepped down and how he was tormented into this state.

Even I wouldn't dare say it so openly; I'd always have to find a way to cover it up or make up an excuse.

After hanging up the phone, Xia Ling turned to look at Coulson, who was helping him with official business in his office.

The latter immediately sneezed, his hair standing on end, and then he looked up and looked around, meeting Xia Ling's gaze.

"Coulson, you..."

"Chief, I'll go and hand over the reins to Nick Fury right away."

Xia Ling nodded in satisfaction. Even the "tools" (referring to the assistants) had learned to answer first. Very good, not bad, there's been progress.

"But what will happen to official business if I leave?"

As he reached the door, Coulson hesitated, stopped, and looked at Xia Ling apologetically.

"That's easy. Just go and come back quickly, then handle your official business, right?"

Xia Ling shrugged, looking completely normal, which left Coulson speechless.

"Do you have any other questions?"

No, that's all.

"Then hurry up and go!"

(End of this chapter)