Marvel’s Superman

Nick Fury didn't know why Superman would recruit himself, but that didn't stop him from agreeing.

Weekend weekends, triple pensions, single-person apartments in New York, luxury suites in Las Vegas, and casino VIP customer treatment...

These are all benefits that the CIA does not have.

If the gang of colleagues knew about it, they would definitely be scrambling to get a head start and go to S.H.I.E.L.D. to apply, even if they were temporary workers.

When an agent is not generating electricity with love, in the face of higher salaries and better conditions, everyone knows how to choose.

Young Fury was no exception, though he had some doubts in his heart.

"What does Lieutenant General Cavill like about me?"

This is where Fury, who leaves the office, feels baffled.

As a nobody at the CIA, he doesn't have an impressive resume.

Leading the team to capture several Soviet spies was already the largest and most rewarding operation that Fury has participated in since joining the Intelligence Service.

Compared with the legendary agents who performed various dangerous missions within the CIA, Fury was nothing at all.

Lieutenant General Cavill's compliment just now was more like a polite remark, with no authenticity.

The only person the CIA can talk to on an equal footing with the other side may be Chief Vandenberg, who is also a lieutenant general.

If S.H.I.E.L.D. wants to recruit itself, it only needs to send a letter or a notification.

There is absolutely no need for Lieutenant General Cavill to dispatch himself, which is a bit abnormal.

"What advantage do I have that I don't know, but was discovered by Lieutenant General Cavill?"

Fury walked into the elevator with such a question. He will go through the induction procedures tomorrow, sign an employment agreement, and become a glorious S.H.I.E.L.D. agent.

I'm definitely going to invite my CIA colleagues to dinner tonight. Have fun.

This is a necessary program.

Fury was already looking forward to the envy of those guys knowing he had triple his pension - well, it doesn't seem like anyone really wants to get it right away.

"My grandfather always warned me that while maintaining good intentions, there is also a precautionary mentality to be vigilant at all times."

As the elevator went all the way down, Fury returned to the lobby, looking up at the shining silver eagle emblem.

As a black man who has suffered from discrimination, he does not believe that there is no goodwill in this world, and everything is driven by profit.

In the young Fury's view, even Luke's choice to recruit himself because his ass was so upturned was more convincing than mere admiration.

Of course, the above are completely unreasonable assumptions.

In the political circles and the military centered on Washington DC, who does not know that Luke has a glamorous Italian lover, and is quite intimate with Miss Carter, the commander of S.H.I.E.L.D.

And, according to the grapevine from unknown sources.

Even the representative of the mutant side, the White Queen of the Hellfire Club, actually had an improper relationship with him.

Therefore, how could Lieutenant General Cavill, who has such a reputation as romantic and sentimental, be interested in Fury.

Even if it is better than the hips, that is Superman's comrade-in-arms, and Captain America Steve Rogers is more dangerous.

"A new life is about to begin."

Young Fury shook off these questions and reached out to stop a taxi.

He is ready for a bright future, a promotion and a salary increase, the kind that reaches the pinnacle of life.

...

...

"You're very optimistic about this new agent? It's rare to see you wasting your precious time on some unknown person."

Luke crossed his chest and stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, watching Nick Fury leave.

The voice of an acquaintance came from behind him, it was Howard who was full of energy.

"I just want to cultivate a good helper. With the expansion of S.H.I.E.L.D., Carter has to deal with more and more heavy work, and such a large organization cannot be supported by her alone."

Luke turned around. After several days of recuperation, Howard looked much more energetic, and he must have recovered from the frenzied juicing of the female vampire.

"How are you doing? Are you getting along well with that Soviet scientist?"

Howard curled his lips and mentioned scientific research, he made no secret of showing the arrogance of the genius.

"It can only be said that Anton-Vanke is a good assistant. At least he can keep up with my rhythm. After I finish talking about the design ideas and specific plans, he will not show a sluggish expression like a chimpanzee."

Behold, this poignant sarcasm, caustic evaluation, with a distinct Stark style.

"Howard, I have a hunch that sooner or later you will be beaten to death because you are too good at talking."

The corner of Luke's mouth twitched, and he finally understood why Trask and Dr. Zola were reluctant to chat with Howard.

During the usual rest time, the two, who are also top scientists, would rather take a meal and go back to the office to enjoy it alone, and avoid the chattering Iron Man father.

No way, this guy can always quickly and effectively destroy other people's strong appetite and good mood.

"Don't look at me now with the eyes of the past."

Howard made an innocent look and said solemnly: "Everyone who knows me knows that I am actually elegant and easy-going, approachable, and easy to talk."

"What stage is your power armor at?"

Luke chuckled and changed the subject.

"It will take some time before it is put into use, especially regarding the material, I am waiting for your surprise package."

Howard held a document in his hand and threw it on the table.

"By the way, I have approached you several times before. Carter said that you went to Kathmandu, and planned to go on a trip to purify the mind. What's going on?"

"Like Peggy said, I did make a trip to Kathmandu."

Luke readily admits that there is no need to hide.

"Not only that, but I have an extra bonus."

Snapped!

He snapped his fingers.

Fingertips ignited a cluster of flames.

Subsequently.

The faint light pulled into an arc.

Just like living things, it changes into different appearances.

It's like a wonderful trick that makes people dazzled.

"I am now a high-level mage who has successfully graduated and has been recognized by Kama Taj."

Luke raised the corner of his mouth and said softly.

Mage?

Howard was stunned for a few seconds, and with an unprecedented respectful attitude, he said sincerely: "Your Excellency the esteemed Mage, I want to learn this!"

The strong thirst for knowledge, and the raging flame of curiosity, immediately occupied his heart.

After seeing vampires and werewolves, Howard was very calm about the existence of magic in this world.

"Then you have to wait for a while. The principal of the mage training school recently went on a business trip."

Luke shrugged, he had expected Howard's reaction.

Obviously, science and femininity can't satisfy Iron Man's dad, and this guy needs something more exciting.

Learning magic is a good option.

By the way, Iron Man seems to have been a Supreme Mage - a certain timeline in the future.

"Speaking of which, what happened to the things I asked you to investigate before?"

Luke cleared his throat and said sternly.

He looked around with his super eyesight, not missing a single detail.

Super hearing shrouded the room, not letting go of any abnormality.

After confirming that there is no problem in his office, he continued to say: "Monitoring the president, and the White House, I didn't tell Carter about this, I just told you."

"I haven't found anything wrong for the time being."

Howard stroked his moustache and said half-jokingly: "If this matter gets out, Director S.H.I.E.L.D. is secretly monitoring the Oval Office of the White House, I'm afraid it will cause an uproar, and you may not be able to step down by then."

Luke pouted, what's not so strange.

In twenty years or so, a certain president will be forced to resign because of a similar incident.

"Why do you doubt the president? With so many secret agents and bodyguards around him, how could something go wrong!"

Howard asked in confusion.

"Beyond a sensitive intuition, I found a few clues -- about the White House."

Luke opened the drawer in his right hand and threw a few blurry photos and a report to Howard.

ps: The second sacrifice of "The Sea of ​​Heaven and Underworld", the beautiful stars~

ps: Finally, I don't have to stay up late, I have adjusted my schedule. Good night, my readers.