Marvel Salted Fish Kryptonian

"Fuck! My relationship with you is not that serious. And you know what? Because of that damn 'administrative negligence', I was almost treated as a traitor. You guys just caused a little trouble, but I almost lost my life."

Owen Davis was startled. "What the hell is going on there? Tell me everything you can. I need to be prepared for the same trick."

Feeling his old comrade's words made sense, Nick Fury carefully considered his words. "Due to confidentiality regulations, I can't go into too much detail.

"I want to let you know that an enemy figured out how to disguise themselves as one of our personnel and issued irregular orders, causing us to conduct illegal operations and thus commit a series of mistakes. Fortunately, the matter was resolved in the end."

What Nick Fury didn't say was that the Skrulls had already left with Carol Danvers, boarding the cruiser left behind by the Kree scientists to find a new home.

In fact, he also wanted to keep the cruiser. But it was in space, and without the help of the Skrulls, he couldn't even get into space.

This doesn't even take into account whether anyone can operate a spacecraft that surpasses Earth's technological level, let alone research the technology within it.

However, before leaving, the Skrulls also complained that the research materials on the ship, including the encyclopedia materials they brought from their home planet, had been looted by the Kree who had briefly occupied the ship.

Fortunately, the navigation system is separated from the laboratory, so this Kree cruiser can fly.

This incident made Nick Fury feel a little relieved. None of them thought that the information might have been taken away by a "third party" and the blame was directly placed on the Kree.

The only thing that could escape the surface was the Quajet that had been modified by the Skrulls, but that thing had been incorporated into the SHIELD's sequence and could not be used privately.

And Carol Danvers asked for that spaceship, hoping she could take the Skrulls away. Could Nick Fury say no?

Although the Skrulls have left, Nick Fury cannot guarantee that there are really no Skrulls left on Earth.

He had no ability to identify the Skrulls disguised as Earthlings, so he could only keep an eye on them and share this information with his old comrades in the FBI.

Owen Davis was also a worldly-wise man. His first reaction was to ask, "Are they mutants?"

Nick Fury shook his head in denial. "No. It's not easy for mutants to find others with similar abilities. There were quite a few enemies this time, but most of them were killed. I can't confirm if anyone is lurking."

Even though it doesn't match the facts, saying they were beaten to death instead of leaving, they are still not on Earth. Anyway, Nick Fury is giving warnings in different ways.

"People from the Red Empire? Haven't they been finished for years?"

"The regime has collapsed, but the people are still here." Even though the other party guessed wrong, Nick Fury still said it. After all, they were old rivals, so throwing shit at them was no big deal.

"That's right..." Owen Davis said with a depressed look.

But he drummed his fingers on the table, thinking about other things. Suddenly he said, "Fury, do you think it's possible that those people planted bombs in those information devices? Why did they target Henry Brown?"

"Maybe. I don't know." Black Nick Fury drank the bourbon in his glass and asked the bartender for another one. At the same time, he responded concisely.

The Skrulls wanted to blow up Henry Brown?

Barbara Morse later reported that Henry Brown continued to be targeted by the Skrulls after leaving Maria Rambeau's house.

Nick Fury deduced that it would not be surprising if they would carry out more dirty tricks or assassinations, so planting a bomb in Henry Brown's house was a very likely possibility.

But why the Skrulls had to kill a Kryptonian is unknown.

It certainly wasn't about the grudges on Earth. Nick Fury wanted to ask about things in the universe, but now he didn't know who to ask.

"Could it be other competitors who are eyeing digital imaging technology?" Owen Davis speculated from his own perspective.

"No matter what those rich people do, it's not surprising, is it?" Although he guessed wrong again, Nick Fury still spoke in line with the trend.

What kind of crime could a poor guy commit? At most, he'd just take a gun, a bullet, and a life, that's all.

But if you want to play in a fancy and bizarre way, you really can't do it unless you are rich and have free time. Not to mention it rises to the level of commercial competition.

The reason why what these rich people do does not make the news is simply because they usually have media public relations expenses to whitewash them.

But for intelligence agencies or police units, they can see the commercial infighting clearly and occasionally play a cameo role in it.

These crappy things are the kind that only challenge the upper limit of imagination and have nothing to do with the bottom line of morality.

Nick Fury was constantly being asked questions, and the questions kept getting deeper and deeper. He was worried about being asked something he shouldn't be asked. So he took the initiative and asked, "What about you guys? How are you going to deal with this?"

Owen Davis delivered his conclusion. "Mitch Schulhof is done."

"Oh, why? Have you ever thought about giving each other a hand or doing a favor?"

Owen Davis, who also finished his drink and ordered another, said: "Tony Stark has also taken action. He wants to protect his own people and also take a big bite out of Sony.

"Even Sony itself doesn't intend to keep Mitch Schulhof. I've heard from colleagues who specialize in international affairs that Sony Japan's newly appointed president, Nobuyuki Idei, has long wanted to replace him.

“It’s just that the former president, now the CEO, Norio Ohga, the Japanese who originally appointed him, still supports him, so he has been able to keep this position for the time being.

"This guy took the risk of doing this for his own future. He wanted to use Stark Films' technology to protect his own position. But things went wrong, and we all know what happened next."

Nick Fury asked curiously, "If everything exploded, how can we still file a case?"

"The debris recovered from inside Sony's Los Angeles building nailed them down. The homemade equipment, not commercially available, was so iconic in appearance that it could be identified as the same items when compared with the photographs we took of the seizure."

Chapter 392 The Best Time

"Just like that, there's no way to prove that the storage data of those devices contains technical documents from Stark Films." Nick Fury was still confused.

Owen Davis explained: "But the equipment contained cameras and other items, so it's not completely irrelevant. And behind this matter, it's not just as simple as Stark versus Sony.

"The idea of ​​a US-Japan confrontation is very popular among certain groups. Sony not only can't find any allies, but even trying to find a lobbyist to make peace with Stark is impossible.

"The big money guys are just waiting for Sony to show a weakness. If they get the chance, they'll pounce like hyenas. In this situation, even if the evidence isn't strong enough, it won't stop the judge from ruling in Stark's favor."

Nick Fury quipped. "So Sony's biggest opportunity is to cast themselves as victims and obfuscate the industrial espionage case. They didn't send anyone to convince you that the contents were lost."

"Of course there is. Of course not. They have a good idea. If they can just label the equipment coming into their hands as Henry Brown's terrorist act, then there's no industrial espionage involved."

"You didn't agree? Are you afraid of being implicated? Let me think about it. Compared to the charge of abuse of power, the punishment for negligence is relatively light. Is that right?"

Shaking his head, Owen Davis said righteously, "If innocent people were injured or killed in the bombing today, regardless of justice and fairness, we would have to bear legal responsibility and send the terrorists to prison.

"But today's explosion was a game between rich people. The dead, while innocent, weren't really that innocent. I can be sure that none of my men want to be buried with Sony.

"Since I've signed the declaration of lost property and accepted the administrative sanction, this matter has nothing to do with us. At most, we'll launch an internal investigation and review the negligence. As for who was the mastermind behind the explosion, does anyone really care now?"

Even if an investigation into the bombing was to be launched, Owen Davis was prepared to find a few petty thieves to come forward and admit to stealing from the FBI safe.

He didn't want to sacrifice his career or even go to jail for the greed of Sony and his careless subordinates.

Nick Fury was also helpless. "Indeed. Once Stark Films' lawyers took action, the only thing people care about is how much compensation Sony will have to pay."

"Yeah." Owen Davis sighed at first, then said firmly: "That's all they can care about!" Then he drank the whiskey in his glass in one gulp.

He took a banknote and put it under the glass. Owen Davis stood up and said, "Let's go. I still have a lot of paperwork to do and a self-criticism to write.

"Damn it, in the military I could just leave this stuff to the clerks. Why do I have to do it myself here when no one can help me?"

Nick Fury, without turning his head or eyes, simply raised his glass in a vain toast and said, "If you think about it this way, those subordinates who follow your orders can screw you over to death. Do you still dare to leave all the paperwork to them?"

"Fuck!" Owen Davis cursed, turned around and left, leaving only the words, "See you later."

Nick Fury did not respond to his old comrade, but sat quietly and drank his favorite bourbon.

A moment later, another man in a black suit took Owen Davis's seat. He was a young man with a square face, broad ears, thinning hair, and a shiny forehead. "Sir."

"Just call me Fury, Coulson."

"Yes, sir." The young man, seated, ordered a whiskey from the bartender. Maintaining the same impassive demeanor, he said, "Director Davis has left."

"I know, and I'm not worried about him. I asked you to come here today just to have a drink with you." Nick Fury said, shaking his glass to the side, as if the two of them were clinking glasses.

"Thank you, sir."

"You seem to have a lot to ask. Just ask."

Phil Coulson took a sip of his drink and asked, "In the case of the Sony Building, was it really the Skrulls who framed Henry Brown?"

"It's possible, just a possibility. After all, considering the timing, the Skrulls do have this opportunity. But what's your intuition? Who do you think did this?" Nick Fury examined the newcomer in front of him.

Phil Coulson thought for a moment, then shook his head. "I can probably guess at the Skrulls' behavior. They're like undercover spies, exploiting whatever resources and connections they can. But I don't know Henry Brown well."

"That's a very prudent and smart move. That's what I admire about you. You have your own ideas, and you're not just a fool who follows orders."

"...Sir, do you think disobeying orders is a good thing?"

"No, of course not. Those who only know how to follow orders should join the army. Our unit needs more flexible people to prevent what happened before from happening again."

This unabashed praise made Phil Coulson, a young man who had just left the Army, feel embarrassed. He quickly changed the subject. "Sir, who do you think is the mastermind behind this case?"

"Henry Brown." Nick Fury answered without thinking.

"Hasn't he been framed by the Skrulls all along? Even though we don't know why."

Nick Fury analyzed: "There are many mysteries surrounding Henry Brown, for example, his experiences before the age of 20 are basically as if they did not exist.

"A qualified spy, even if he doesn't have a perfect experience, will at least fill in some things to prove the existence of the identity he is pretending to be.

"Someone like Henry Brown is completely unqualified. Of course, today we already know why. It's because he is not even an Earthling.

"His intelligence played a big role in him gaining Tony Stark's trust. But he wasn't like the nerds I'd seen before; he was very shrewd.

"Such a shrewd person didn't rely on the advantages of his legal team to bite the bullet and take a big bite out of the FBI's mistakes. Instead, he hastily signed the agreement, took the compensation, and then turned around and saw Sony explode.

"Would you believe me if you said he didn't do it? The only thing I can't figure out is how he detonated the bomb. That's the key to whether he has any connection to this incident."

Phil Coulson was shocked and said, "But...that's not what you just said to Director Davis."

"Because he doesn't need this explanation. No one wants to deal with Henry Brown. Otherwise, he wouldn't have thought of who the most suspicious person is. You don't think that the person who was promoted to assistant director of the regional office is a fool who lacks even basic judgment."

"No, sir, that's not what I meant." Phil Coulson thought for a moment and then said, "Then can we assume that Henry Brown is a dangerous person?"

Nick Fury shook his head. "Does he need attention? Of course. Is he in danger? Not necessarily. After all, in this matter, he found the best opportunity to strike back. He's just striking back."

"Even if he hurt innocent people?"

"Is the thief innocent?" Nick Fury asked back.

Phil Coulson tilted his head and thought for a moment before mumbling, "Ah, it doesn't seem so innocent after all."

Chapter 393 Confidentiality Warning

In the afternoon, on Malibu Beach, below the Stark family's villa.

There was a bikini party going on on the beach, with a group of young and beautiful girls playing and frolicking in the cold November wind.

However, their enthusiasm and liveliness did not seem like they were enjoying it. It seemed that they were just trying to use such actions to drive away the cold.

The owner of this beach is Tony Stark, who became a darling of the news media in less than a year.

Endless gossip dominated the newspapers. If Tony Stark wasn't photographed dating a beautiful woman, that was considered real news in the eyes of the industry!

Then, all sorts of short stories without photos started flying around. They said things like, "Tony Stark is hospitalized for syphilis," "Tony Stark is being treated for impotence," "Tony Stark..." It was as if the word "Tony Stark" was all that was needed in a news headline.

It can be said that in addition to his employees, Tony Stark also uses alternative methods to support a group of people.

He was just lying on a beach chair, not wearing a parasol, beach pants, or shirtless like in the summer. Instead, he was dressed quite casually, basking in the sun and enjoying this rare warmth.

Henry, who received an invitation to participate in this bikini party, was dressed neatly in a suit. He didn't look like he was just there for fun.

He had just gone to the Sheep Cave Valley Lab to retrieve the only remaining piece of hand-rubbed technology he had, Katie's Tiger Translator. He had taken it down before he was about to be captured.

But I was called back by this guy halfway, so naturally I was in a bad mood.

But watching Tony Stark shivering in the cold, drinking a cocktail, Henry couldn't help but laugh. "You're putting on a complete show. Young Master, are you so dedicated to your work? Are you aiming for an Oscar?"

"Huff!" After sneezing, Tony Stark finally realized that his actions were stupid. He said to the people around him, "Happy, let the girls into the villa. I've felt that this is not a good idea for a long time. Why didn't you tell me?"

The loyal head bodyguard simply shrugged. He knew full well he wasn't in a position to offer advice, so he simply accepted the young master's teasing as normal.

Placing the untimely cocktail on the small table, Tony Stark stood up and walked towards the hillside. His villa was at the top of the hillside, built next to the cliff.

The villa's form, however, is somewhat different from the minimalist design of the later villa. It has a more old-fashioned appearance, resembling a 19th-century manor house. Perhaps it will be renovated in the future.

Whenever he came to the West Coast, Tony Stark would always stay here, whether because of the unique sea view or some other random reason, Henry didn't know.

While climbing the mountain, Henry noticed that Tony Stark was walking very fast. Was it because of his youth, or because he kept exercising?

Thinking of the scenes of him boxing with Happy Hogan in the movie, and swinging a sledgehammer and making a battle suit in the cave, this guy's physical fitness is better than that of ordinary people, even if it can't be compared with those super soldiers injected with messy serums.

There are also a lot of people imagining that there are some black technologies such as dampers inside his iron armor to help him resist G-force.

Isn't there a possibility that this guy's physical fitness is that of a fighter pilot, or even an astronaut! Of course, there are dampers, but they are not at the level of black technology.

He is truly worthy of being the son of a wealthy family.

Although he was wearing leather shoes, Henry still followed the boss's footsteps. After all, he was holding the other person's job.

Because a large area here is private, the security inside is not strict. At least when Tony was operating, he asked Happy to lead the others to follow from a distance, leaving space for him to talk with Henry.

"First of all, don't tell me anything about that earlier incident where you called me. Auntie asked me to tell you that, although she didn't ask you to sign a confidentiality agreement, it's because there are some pieces of information that can't be silenced by fines or imprisonment.

"Those people believe that only the dead can't talk nonsense. Even if you are invincible, they will always find a way. Do you understand what I mean?"