Marvel’s Big Villain

Hearing this, Stan was furious, and shouted with a flushed face, "Explain? Explain what?"

"Do you know how much mental stress we have in the DEA? Do you know that we have to work 18 hours a day?"

"These grasses are just a way of self-regulation. Even the president's advisers use them to release pressure."

"As for the other photos, I don't have anything to say. The successive directors of the Drug Enforcement Administration and all law enforcement agencies in the United States have done this. You should catch them one by one. Do you dare to catch them?"

"Hehe, and I don't believe that, as the director of a mysterious organization, you have a cleaner foundation than me!"

Stan exploded emotionally, venting his anger at the two of them.

Hearing this, Coulson showed an uneasy face, narrowed his eyes, and sentenced Stan to death in his heart.

This kind of person should go to prison to pick up soap. He is not worthy of sitting in the position of director general, let alone being his colleague.

Nick Fury, who had always been sneering, laughed out rarely when he heard these words.

"Very good, well said. To be honest, I never choose my subordinates based on how much black history they have, but only on their ability and loyalty."

"Your abilities needless to say, the Medal of Honor has proved everything. But how do you prove your loyalty to me?"

Stan took a breath, calmed down, and remained silent for half a minute before raising his head and saying, "It's too hypocritical to talk about loyalty now, and time will tell everything."

"Hahaha...that's interesting." Nick Fury said with a smile, "Congratulations, you passed the assessment."

Stan frowned, not understanding what the nigger was thinking.

Coulson was even more nervous, hesitant to speak.

Since he already knew that he was that kind of person with bad character, why did the director recruit him.

Nick Fury stood up and was about to leave, and threw down a note saying: "You will be given a week to complete the handover of work, and you will report to Washington in a week. Before you become an official agent, you have to receive a month of special training."

Stan opened the note, and it was an address in Washington, DC.

Haines Island?

It's not a restricted area.

Just when Stan was in a daze, Nick Fury, who had already walked to the door, suddenly turned around and asked in a sinister tone: "By the way, do you know Jason Walter?"

Boom!

Stan's heart was struck by lightning, his pupils suddenly dilated, and his arms trembled slightly.

Nick Fury's eyes were burning, and he quickly discovered this detail.

After a short while, Stan said with a normal expression: "The most wanted criminal in the United States, who doesn't know him?"

Nick Fury nodded and said: "Yes, the most wanted criminal in the United States. Unfortunately, just half an hour ago, the car he was riding in was destroyed by two Raptor fighter jets of the Air Force. The bodies of him and the doctor of psychology, It's being transported to the NYPD."

Stan smiled and said with an unchanged expression: "That's such a pity. I have been staring at the huge reward on his head for a long time."

Nick Fury took a deep look at him, turned and opened the door to leave.

………………

Boom!

The office door closed, and Stan's face became extremely gloomy.

Jason, dead?

There was a sudden panic in his heart, and thousands of thoughts intertwined in his mind, making his head dizzy.

When he came back to his senses, he had already walked to the desk and gripped the phone on the desk.

The cold touch made him wake up in an instant, and he immediately let go of the phone.

Do not!

wrong!

Jason didn't die so easily.

Looking at the eyes of that nigger, it seems to be doubting my relationship with Jason, but there is no conclusive evidence, so I can only use my words.

If Jason is really dead, he doesn't have to tell me this before, just let the special forces arrest me for interrogation.

As long as Jason is not dead, I, the suspect, can be used.

Yes, it must be so.

Stan sighed heavily, dispelling the haze in his heart, then sat down on the office chair and continued to work.

………………

Washington, D.C., Tricurved Wing Building.

Nick Fury sat on an office chair, touched the invisible earphones next to his ears, and carefully monitored the voices coming from the office of the Drug Enforcement Administration.

He deliberately leaned on the sofa at that time, and used Stan's invisible hand to stuff a miniature bug into the gap in the sofa.

This bug can not only monitor the sound, but also intercept all wireless signals within a radius of 300 meters.

Coulson knocked on the door and walked in. Seeing that Nick Fury was still maintaining that movement, he asked, "Director, after almost an hour, did you hear anything?"

Nick Fury took off his earphones, shook his head in disappointment and said, "There is nothing, he has been working."

Coulson said: "I believe that he is corrupt and accepts bribes, but that he colludes with Jason and assists him in committing crimes, I think it is too unbelievable."

"What's your reason?"

Coulson pulled out a chair, sat across from him and said.

"Director, think about it. Stanfield is only in his forties, and he has already served as the director of the New York Drug Enforcement Administration for several years. Even if he has not won the Medal of Honor, he is still in power and has a bright future."

"And Jason can't provide him with a huge amount of money, and secondly, he can't help him in his official career. What reason does he have to collude with Jason?"

"Jason is the most wanted criminal. If the FBI finds any clues, his future will be completely ruined. This is not in line with his character of seeking profit and avoiding harm."

Nick Fury nodded: "Your analysis makes sense, but don't forget that we have evidence that he helped Jason."

Coulson reminded: "It's not him, it's his cronies."

Nick Fury spread his hands and said, "If the immediate boss doesn't speak, do the subordinates dare to do this?"

"Director, you are just guessing and cannot be used as evidence. What if it is the personal actions of his subordinates?"

Nick Fury: "That's why we have to monitor him closely. If he really has nothing to do with Jason, his ability can play a greater role in SHIELD."

"Then... what if he has something to do with Jason?"

Nick Fury said with a smile: "Then instigate him, be our double agent, or use him to pass false information."

"It has been more than an hour since he got the news, but he has not contacted the outside world. Isn't this enough to clear the suspicion?"

Nick Fury shook his head: "Of course not. He is a political expert who became the director of the Drug Enforcement Administration before he was 40 years old. He is not a young boy who has just entered the industry. The test on him has just begun."

"Then... what about Jason? People like him will pay every penny."

Nick Fury was not worried at all, "Jason is busy ruling the New York gang, and he has no time to take revenge on S.H.I.E.L.D. Besides, what qualifications does he have to take revenge on S.H.I.E.L.D. based on his superpowers."

Coulson worried: "He doesn't have this ability for the time being, but it doesn't mean he won't have it in the future. It has only been half a year since Jason committed the first crime, and he has transformed from a gangster shooter to a superpower. The bottoming out potential is the scariest thing.”

Nick Fury narrowed his eyes, thought for a while, and then showed a mysterious smile on his face.

"Then send him!"