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The cleansing of S.H.I.E.L.D. was thorough and orderly. Passersby hurried along the streets, and on everyone's face, there was a hint of invisible panic. In just one night, at least one-third of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s personnel had been removed.
This left the Black Director unable to express his feelings through his expression alone.
Damn it, one-third of the personnel!
And many of them held important positions.
Nick Fury sighed deeply. Looking back now, he felt incredibly lucky to still be alive.
Suddenly, the door swung open. An agent with a rather strange expression entered and presented the prepared documents.
"Director! We have identified the anomalies that appeared along the New York coastline last night!"
All the written and video materials were laid out before Nick Fury.
Setting aside his worries, the Black Director picked up the documents. Soon, he noticed a slight twitch in his eye as he took a deep breath. "Do not investigate this girl's identity further. Classify her identity as confidential, level ten... no, change it to S-level, and ensure it's saved in written form only—do not store it online!"
Learning from past mistakes was essential!
"As for Tony Stark... that playboy." Watching the footage of Iron Man nearly plummeting into the ocean after being attacked, the Black Director's expression brightened as he tapped on the table. "Have Natasha and Peter return to America. Let Natasha handle Tony's situation!"
"Recently, crime rates in New York have dropped by three points, so it's perfect for Spider-Man to patrol around; after all, he loves taking on criminals!"
After issuing his orders and watching the agent leave, Nick rested his chin on his hand and let out a long sigh.
Tony's Iron Armor was indeed impressive; its performance was decades ahead of global standards. If it had been created in a better era, such technological weapons would have brought immeasurable value.
However, monsters with 0Mach were rampaging—
A girl who came and went without a trace—
And Chen Fan, who could almost sink with his armor into the sea just from a casual attack by Tony…
In front of these absurdly powerful beings, the Iron Armor created by Tony was hardly effective.
What Black Director wanted was something that could stabilize the situation in one go, not a collection of technological marvels.
Yet, on second thought, while the Iron Armor might not be suitable for high-end combat, it was still a good option for ensuring soldiers' safety and enhancing their combat capabilities.
Otherwise… Black Director wouldn’t have sent Natasha to engage with and try to obtain the forging technology of the Iron Armor!
“Ah…” A sigh escaped from Yohou.
This world felt so unfamiliar; the more he knew, the more confused he became…
…
Inside the cafeteria of S.H.I.E.L.D., several dimly lit restaurants suddenly brightened up.
“Please take me as your apprentice!” Chef Kaich looked at the boy sitting in a chair, playing with a metal cube, with hopeful eyes.
As the agents who had gone to Afghanistan for sightseeing returned, Chef Kaich’s thoughts grew increasingly complex.
Watching the agents wandering outside the cafeteria, sighing in despair without even opening the door, he realized that what was called "value" in fried rice was indeed a dish worth its price.
Who among those mingling in S.H.I.E.L.D. could be considered lacking in intelligence?
On this day, after a long separation, Chen Fan finally saw Chef Kaich, who immediately knelt down without hesitation. If he could master that high-end technique, wouldn’t he quickly become popular in America?
Wealth, fame, beautiful women, luxury cars, and grand villas—all would line up to jump into his bowl!
However, he thought that as a grown man begging so pitifully, the young master would surely feel embarrassed and shyly agree to his request. After all, he was just a ten-year-old child!
But… he miscalculated…
Ten minutes passed without a response.
Twenty minutes later, Chen Fan was still playing with the metal block in his hand…
Half an hour went by… his legs were numb… he couldn’t stand up…
“Hey! Chef Kaich, what’s wrong with you? What did you do wrong? Kneeling down to beg the young master? Come out and let everyone have a good laugh!”
“You’re good at drugging people; last night I knelt in the bathroom for an entire night. But seeing you realize your mistake and kneel to apologize, I’ll forgive you… for now!”
“I’ll settle the score with you tomorrow!”
“Hahaha! Kitch, you rogue chef, this is quite satisfying! Looks like we need to add another course today!”
With his legs still numb, Chef Kaich’s expression was extremely rich. He couldn’t believe that despite his perseverance, he couldn’t even move a ten-year-old child. At this moment, there was a curse on the tip of his tongue that he desperately wanted to let out.
Just then, a calm voice floated over.
“What… are you all playing at? And Kitch, why are you kneeling in front of me? Today isn’t April Fool’s Day, is it?” Retracting the Divine Power he had been channeling into the Thunder Book, Chen Fan finally noticed the amusing scene before him.
Not sensing any unusual aura, Chen Fan hadn’t paid much attention before; all his thoughts were focused on communicating with the new weapon. After returning to his room last night, he discovered that as his connection with the Thunder Book strengthened, the dim space within it began to expand…
Whenever he had time, Chen Fan would study the usage of new weapons.
Just like earlier—
“Sir, please teach me how to cook! I want to learn from you!” Finally seeing a reaction from Chen Fan, Chef Kaich hurriedly spoke, disregarding the onlookers from Vibrant Goods.
Casting a cold glance at the crowd, Kitch snorted lightly. Once he mastered the art of cooking, there would be plenty of surprises for them!
“Learn to cook from me?” Chen Fan wore a strange expression. Did he hear that right? Learn to cook from him?
“Kitch, have you lost your mind?”
The puzzled voice echoed in everyone’s ears, causing their shoulders to shake.
“Ha! So that’s why Kitch is acting so weird; he wants to learn the chef's skills. Tsk tsk! What a pity! Even if he had a lifetime, he wouldn’t be able to learn!” Someone exclaimed with a look of realization, adding mockery to their words.
“Why is that? Chef Kaich was regarded as a top chef before joining S.H.I.E.L.D. What kind of cooking could he never master?” A curious agent asked, noticing that many in the group seemed to agree with the previous comment.
Before anyone could respond, a youthful voice chimed in. Chen Fan, resting his chin on his hand, said with a wry smile, “Don’t get me wrong; I only know how to make fried rice. Even if I could cook other dishes, I can’t teach anyone because I used special abilities during the cooking process. Unless someone can wield lightning or similar powers like I do!”
Realizing this, Chen Fan frowned slightly. It felt strange for a grown man to kneel in front of him.
“Kitch, you should get up! Kneeling won’t help! I can’t teach you anything!”
Those who understood nodded knowingly, while those who didn’t looked enlightened.
It seemed Kitch had been mistaken from the very beginning!
“Someone come help me up; my legs are numb…”
Everyone exchanged glances, their legs numb... that was the reason for kneeling.
Damn! What a loss!
Give me back my sympathy!
With the help of the Sous Chef, Kitch, who was suffering from numb legs, was helped up. He shot a glance at the person who had mocked him earlier, committing their appearance to memory.
Kitch was clearly a bit disappointed, but he wasn't hopeless. He had already grasped the secret behind Chen Fan's culinary masterpieces.
Wasn't it just about utilizing special abilities?
If he couldn't do it himself, couldn't he find someone in S.H.I.E.L.D.?
After all, this was a world where superpowered individuals were as common as dogs!
Thus, for quite some time, there would be a peculiar uncle wandering around S.H.I.E.L.D. with a lollipop—uh, a big spoon—speaking strange words in front of some uniquely gifted staff members.
"You have talent; how about learning to cook with me?"
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