Crossover: Is this how it's sewn?

Chapter 7, Section 006: A Battle of Dragons and Tigers

Valon arrived at the opportune moment, tiptoed over Jade, snatched the sheep charm, tossed it to Afen, and sneered at Jade, "Lying is not something a child should do."

"Vallon, let go of Jade!" Jackie Chan was furious. He actually used some miscellaneous objects to take down a group of Shadow Soldiers in a few moves, reversing his previous defeat.

The trio of Ah Fen were startled by Jackie Chan's bravery. Rasu said fearfully to Valmont, "Mr. Valmont, should we give the little girl back to him?"

"A crow flies an airplane!"

"A rat eating shit!"

As expected of a man without basic attacks, Ah Fu unleashed two powerful moves right from the start, leaving the berserk Jackie Chan unable to cope.

After the two sides clashed, Ah Fu was stopped by Valmont. Jackie Chan, who had calmed down, looked at Jade with concern and thought about a strategy.

Ah Fu had a head of fiery red starfish-shaped hair, red eyebrows and a beard, black eyes, and a sharp, fierce gaze fixed on Jackie Chan.

Looking at Ah Fu, who was dressed in a blue vest and red pants, with black wristbands, a brown belt around his waist, and boots, and who was tall and muscular, Jackie Chan sighed. The talisman could not be saved.

Xu Zhenqing quietly reduced his presence and took the opportunity to leave his body, running to the archives of the Snake Shield Bureau office.

On the way, I saw a USB drive containing various antivirus software lying to the side. A Snake Shield technician, who had narrowly escaped being discovered by the Shadow Soldiers, was sweating profusely as he battled wits with a group of antivirus software programs.

A cat lover took good care of Xu Jiujiu, and there was no need to worry about safety, since it was just a shell after all.

Xu Zhenqing's US dollars and gold bars were all forced to be deposited into his personal account at a designated bank.

"The Camarilla members didn't expect the Kassel commissioner to come too."

"You people from District 13, you're slandering me! What secret society? I've never even heard of it."

Instead of feeling awkward, the two groups of people who met engaged in a heated debate, denying each other's claims. It was a kind of beauty that made it seem like they were right to come, but the other person's presence was a heinous crime leading to their death.

"Found them, the criminals."

……

"Found it, the archives."

Xu Zhenqing was overjoyed. Taking advantage of the lull in the fighting between the various forces, he secretly ran to the archives and grabbed his cell phone.

Hello!

"This is a New York law firm. Sir, how can I help you?"

Upon hearing the female voice coming from the phone, Xu Zhenqing slowly said, "I am currently at the New York office of the Strategic Homeland Defense, Attack and Logistics Bureau. I have been illegally detained and interrogated. They have subjected me to torture and violated my private property."

After a long silence on the other end of the phone, the caller continued, "What is your budget?"

"Four hundred thousand US dollars, more if that's not enough," Xu Zhenqing said calmly.

"...Okay, we will definitely find the best lawyer for you. Please wait a moment."

Xu Zhenqing continued making phone calls.

Hello!

"This is the New York Times. What can I do for you?"

Xu Zhenqing quickly replied: "I am currently at the Office of the Strategic Homeland Defense, Attack and Logistics Support Bureau in New York. I have been illegally detained and interrogated. They have subjected me to torture and forced a confession, violated my private property, and a terrorist attack has occurred here. My personal safety is seriously threatened..."

"This is the Wall Street Journal..."

"This is Barron's..."

"This is the New York Post..."

……

This includes major media outlets, including authoritative American institutions, the Daily Bugle, and non-American media and self-media like TikTok.

"This is the Chinese Embassy, ​​fellow countryman. Is there anything I can help you with?"

"I...I am currently at the Office of the Strategic Defense, Attack and Logistics Agency in New York. I have been illegally detained and interrogated, subjected to torture, and my personal property has been violated. Furthermore, a terrorist attack has occurred here, and my personal safety is under serious threat..."

Upon hearing the familiar language, Xu Zhenqing was momentarily confused by the repetition of English, and then quickly switched back to his mother tongue.

"Please be careful, we'll be there soon."

"……good."

After quietly organizing the evidence and removing the "horror" meme covering his body, Xu Zhenqing waited in a corner.

"Sir, are you alright?" Three lawyers, accompanied by bodyguards, rushed in.

The police outside, misled by the rhetoric, mistakenly believed it was just a terrorist attack and quickly surrounded the entire building.

Reporters saw Xu Zhenqing emerge surrounded by a group of people, microphones raining down like arrows from a bamboo forest. Xu Zhenqing loudly criticized the National Strategic Defense, Attack and Logistics Support Bureau.

"You said you experienced illegal treatment. Do you have any evidence to support that?"

"The evidence is inside. My lawyer has already collected the evidence for me. This is the video data."

The rapid recording and copying further heightened the excitement of the event.

The latest novel is first published here!

"As a Chinese citizen, why do you dare to sue the US...intelligence agencies in the United States?"

"We Chinese have always had a spirit of not fearing power, and I also believe in the fairness and impartiality of the American justice system, which will surely give me justice. I have learned about the heroic examples of American citizens who have taken up legal weapons when they are subjected to illegal situations, which has greatly inspired me..."

"Excuse me, sir..."

"I am also a cat lover. My cat is always by my side. Now, because of this incident, I am temporarily separated from my cat. Fortunately, the cat is okay."

Seeing that Xu Zhenqing was struggling to cope, the lawyer quickly stepped forward to speak on his behalf, while police officers and bodyguards formed a human wall to block the crowd.

Public opinion is boiling.

Shocking! Has the government begun engaging in espionage politics?

Have Americans lost their self-confidence?

"Sadly, has America reached a point where it needs Chinese people to speak for Americans?"

The head of the US intelligence community is actually...

……

"Expert, what are your thoughts on this incident involving the people of both countries?"

"Peace is hard-won, and given today's complex international situation, I am not surprised at all..."

……

Nick Fury, the director of S.H.I.E.L.D., finished his superior's reprimand, his already unfathomable face turning even more somber.

This man, with his left cheek covered in scars, a signature fake eye, a long beard, and wearing a dark brown coat over a red sweater, paired with a beanie and army green trousers, is the one who persecutes the protagonist in every Marvel fanfiction.

Of course, compared to Nick Fury, the director of S.H.I.E.L.D., "braised egg" might be a more accurate description.

What could make the head of the U.S. intelligence agency turn sour is nothing more than a loss of money and power. This time, Congress took the opportunity to cut S.H.I.E.L.D.'s budget by 30% and ordered reforms, and he lost face in the meeting room. It can be said that he suffered a heavy loss.

Of course, our dear Director Fury doesn't care about S.H.I.E.L.D.'s future budget constraints. In fact, as an organization that has grown to the point of operating space carriers, its funding has always been in excess.

What really pained Nick was his share of the budget – investing in the hair growth industry, indulging in a decadent lifestyle, and engaging in money-for-power transactions with the upper echelons. In short, the money had already found its way into other areas.

"Since you're going to tear off all pretenses, then experience the misery of a nobody."

Nick tapped the table, his fingers interlaced to support his head.

(End of this chapter)