Marvel: I became an ancestor by sacrificing offerings

"Who's in favor, and who's opposed?"

No one speaks.

Despite Blackie's frantic pleading looks at Hill or Coulson, they simply adopted an indifferent expression, keeping their eyes down.

In despair, Black Egg's hand unconsciously reached for the pager he never parted with.

My finger hovered over the send button, wanting to press it but then letting go.

Just then, Peter's voice rang out again:

"Nick Fury, what else do you have to say?"

"I...have nothing to say."

Black Marinated Egg eventually gave up resisting and didn't press the pager button.

It's not that he's decided to give up and wait to die.

Rather, he felt that now was not the time, and that having Peter and Captain Marvel confront each other was definitely not a good idea.

If I want to survive, I must stay away from this damned monster!

"very good."

Peter nodded in satisfaction, then turned his gaze to the trembling president on the screen:

"Mr. President, I'm entrusting the man to you."

Upon hearing this, the president finally snapped out of his shock, muttering dryly:

"Director Peter, you...you've done a great job. Thank you for your important contributions to this country."

Upon hearing this, Peter couldn't help but reveal a harmless, warm smile:

"So... how will you reward me for all this hard work?"

"I..." The president was speechless for a long time.

He had never seen such blatant self-praise.

After a long while, he tentatively asked:

"Will S.H.I.E.L.D.'s budget double next year?"

Peter couldn't help but smile upon hearing this.

Not bad, this president isn't too stupid, he's just... a bit stingy!

"Three times! In addition, I demand that from now on, S.H.I.E.L.D. shall have the highest law enforcement authority during operations."

"Whether it's the FBI, the CIA, or the military, none of them have the right to interfere or inquire about this!"

The president's face instantly turned extremely ugly.

He cursed Peter's ancestors to the eighteenth generation in his mind, but he didn't dare to utter a single word in rebuttal.

Meanwhile, the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents who had initially both respected and feared Peter because of his ruthless methods exchanged glances.

The awe and fear that had been in his eyes were being rapidly replaced by another emotion.

Hmm~ If there really were triple pay and the highest level of law enforcement power...

When they looked again at the young man on the podium.

For some reason, I suddenly felt that this ruthless new director...

Why does he seem more and more wise and powerful the more I look at him?

Chapter 156 Three Gazes

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 no different from 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 generous charity 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 Black Egg out of the building.

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

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

"Are you 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 him in check?"

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 reaches the secret prison, Black Egg will have already used some Skrull to disguise himself and escape.

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

Although Black Egg's behavior was a bit disgusting, he was ultimately not a completely heinous villain.

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

Therefore, he decided to give the black-boiled egg one last chance.

If Black Egg can't swallow this insult and chooses to take revenge on himself by abandoning the bottom line he has always upheld.

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 right now is to develop the new element and the vibranium suit. I'm looking forward to seeing 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 crush Wakanda's technology like dirt!"

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.