I sparked a mythological frenzy in Marvel.

Chapter 7 My Farm is Quite Big

"What did you say? Why do you disagree?"

Nick Fury stared at the man before him in disbelief. He had assumed this man was exceptionally capable and must be a visionary.

They can't help but see the importance of superpowered individuals.

The person in front of me should agree to my suggestion of forming a team of superpowered individuals.

"Director Xia, you probably don't understand."

"No, no, no, Mr. Fury, I know much more about the importance of those superpowered individuals than you do."

Xia Ling interrupted the black-faced man's rambling. Did he not know that the main theme of Marvel is these superheroes?

However, the stage isn't even set up yet, so how can we let those big-name actors appear so soon?

"Look at the members you told me about: Natasha, Hawkeye, and Playboy. Oh, right, there was supposed to be a big green guy, though he's turned red now."

As Xia Ling spoke, she shook her head repeatedly, clicking her tongue incessantly; her disdain was obvious to anyone.

"You mean, these candidates aren't qualified?"

"Do you think they're qualified? After witnessing truly strong individuals, do you really think these people are qualified?"

Nick Fury was startled. Did these words imply that he also knew of Carol's existence?

Thinking about this, Nick Fury's hands trembled.

This was his last trump card. If he found out about it, he would be completely exposed.

After that, there was nothing they could do but let this person do as they pleased.

"Mr. Fury, to be honest, I'm quite disappointed in you. Of course, I'm not referring to you sending the Punisher to test me; I've always had a little bit of sympathy for the weak."

However, your so-called Avengers plan is too far-fetched; let's put it on hold for now.

Upon hearing that his plans had to be put on hold, Nick Fury panicked.

This plan is not only about his long-held vision, but more importantly, it concerns whether he will ever be able to eat.

Nick Fury now deeply regrets his past decision to refuse the position of deputy director; otherwise, he wouldn't have ended up in this situation.

He was, after all, a man of status, an American citizen, whose ancestors had worked on plantations.

Now, you expect him to fight a group of homeless people for food?

"Director Xia, although the current candidates are not strong enough,..."

Xia Ling didn't speak, but turned to look at Coulson, who immediately understood what he meant.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Fury, the director has other matters to attend to, so today's meeting is adjourned."

Coulson uttered something he himself didn't believe: "Chief Xia would handle documents? He'd rather believe a monster siege is happening in New York!"

"Xia Ling, you'll regret this!"

"Frey, I am the chief."

Upon hearing this, Nick Fury felt a surge of anger and wanted to slam the door and leave.

However, he had no money in his pocket, and he couldn't afford to pay for the broken door.

"This meeting is now over, Mr. Fury. You have once again successfully wasted ten precious minutes of my life."

Xia Ling stood up and glanced at the furious Nick Fury.

"Mr. Fury, although S.H.I.E.L.D. doesn't need you for the time being, I do need someone to look after my farm. Would you be interested?"

"No need!"

Nick Fury decisively rejected Xia Ling. He wasn't stupid; of course, he wouldn't humiliate himself.

"I have no interest in farms, never."

"What if I said the weekly wage is two thousand dollars?"

"Although I have no interest in the farm, I will certainly not let Director Xia down. I will take excellent care of your farm!"

"Are you kidding me? I can barely afford to eat, what good is dignity? Besides, Frank is waiting for me to pay his medical bills."

"Hmm, very good. Remember to dress up like you did before the 18th century; that'll give it a sense of the era."

Xia Ling patted Nick Fury on the shoulder with a smile. Blackie forced a smile that looked worse than a grimace.

Xia Ling didn't mind, waved his hand, and Coulson followed behind him, leaving the coffee shop.

"Fuck! Does he think he can do whatever he wants? Does he think money gives him the right to do whatever he wants?"

Nick Fury took a big gulp of coffee and then stuffed the rest of the dessert into his mouth.

Now that we're down on our luck, we have to be careful with our money and not waste food.

After quickly finishing his food, Nick Fury wiped his mouth and got up to leave, but a waiter stopped him.

"Sir, you haven't paid your bill yet."

"Didn't those two who just left give it to them?"

Nick Fury's eyes widened, a bad feeling creeping into his heart.

"No, those two gentlemen said they wanted you to pay the bill."

Touching his pockets, Nick Fury just wanted to yell "Fuck you!"

Inside the director's office, Coulson appeared somewhat uneasy.

"Chief, haven't we gone a bit too far?"

Coulson felt a pang of guilt; how could he not know what Fury's current situation was?

Although Xia Ling gave the order, he was the one who carried it out.

He gradually made Fury's already impoverished life even worse.

Now, Fury is lucky if he has a dollar in his pocket. Under these circumstances, can he afford to pay the bill?

"Hey, what's the rush? At most, it's just a few days in jail. There's a saying that goes something like this: 'When Heaven is about to place a great responsibility on a person, it first tests their will, strains their muscles and bones, starves their body, empties their resources, and frustrates their endeavors.'"

Experiencing more hardship won't do him any harm; on the contrary, it will benefit his growth.

growing up?

Coulson's brow twitched; Director Xia was truly wicked.

Fury is already so old, how can he possibly grow any further?

Besides, is there such a saying? Does "Heaven" refer to God?

"Coulson, I heard Natasha is working at that playboy's house now?"

When it came to serious matters, Coulson immediately took out the documents and began to explain to Xia Ling.

"Director, Agent Natasha has already infiltrated and is working as an administrative assistant at Stark Industries. Director Fury was hoping to use this opportunity to make contact with Stark."

"It's just that, well, there was a last-minute change of leadership, so this operation has been put on hold for now. Director, are you going to see Stark?"

At this point, Xia Ling became interested.

He was just thinking about where to start his next trouble-making venture, and wasn't Stark's place perfect for him?

Xia Ling was genuinely interested in this Marvel savior, and now that he was poisoned, the timing was perfect.

"I will go see Stark, but..."

But not at this time.

(End of this chapter)