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"Indeed, the air in America is so refreshing!" Peter sighed as he stepped off the aircraft. Although he had only been away for a short time, being in a country where even communication was a challenge left him feeling stifled.
Here, familiar English echoed all around him.
"Peter, stop chatting! We need to report to headquarters quickly!" The rapid changes that had occurred in such a short time made Coulson feel as if he were dreaming. It had only been a little while since they left, and S.H.I.E.L.D. had undergone a major overhaul.
Two-thirds of the personnel had been swept away—
"Have you noticed how many people are missing? Several of the receptionists are gone!" A few minutes later, as Peter walked into S.H.I.E.L.D., he sensed a heavy atmosphere. He looked around and saw a starkly empty scene.
Not only were several beautiful receptionists missing, but even the internal layout had changed drastically. Empty spaces were everywhere, signaling that their former occupants had mysteriously vanished!
Coulson's lips twitched slightly; it seemed this Big Boy was more concerned about the receptionists!
"Where's Mr. Nick Fury? In his office?"
Though there were fewer people, they weren't entirely absent. Coulson stopped a hurried employee to ask.
"The Director is in the cafeteria right now, discussing something important with the chef!" The employee wiped his sweat and added, "Agent Coulson, do you need anything else? If not, I have to get back to work!"
With many positions at S.H.I.E.L.D. vacant, nearly every employee had to juggle multiple roles.
"No, that's all. You can get back to it!" Coulson smiled and patted the young man's shoulder, offering an encouraging glance.
As a veteran of S.H.I.E.L.D., Coulson's popularity was undeniable; whenever he passed by, people would greet him warmly.
A few of them arrived at the cafeteria. It wasn't mealtime yet, so there weren't many people around. With vacant positions needing coverage, the once lively gatherings at the tables had disappeared.
"One billion! Not enough! Keep buying! Buy aggressively!" The Black Director flashed a brilliant smile as he watched Stark Industries' stock soar. His mood was incredibly buoyant; it turned out making money could be this easy.
The noise from the cafeteria caught the attention of those who had just entered through the doors, leaving them momentarily stunned by the bizarre scene before them—everyone was sweating profusely.
What important matter is being discussed here?
Why is the usually unflappable Director, who remains stoic even in the face of a mountain collapsing, showing signs of agitation?
"Hmm!" Upon seeing the few people who walked in, the Black Director reined in his emotions and spoke with a feigned authority, "You all need to set aside your current tasks for now. There is an important mission I am assigning to you!"
With that, the Black Director waved his hand, and a staff member who had been busy transferring funds approached. He pulled three folders from a briefcase and handed them over.
After receiving the folders and examining their contents, Coulson opened his mouth, "Alright, Director. I will follow up on this mission immediately!"
Although he had many questions—like why they were abandoning a monster that was about to destroy Earth to pursue a ridiculous task of recruiting talent—Coulson knew as a seasoned agent that once the boss assigned a mission, all he needed to do was complete it.
Any doubts could be swallowed down.
However, not everyone shared this sentiment. After reading the documents, Peter's expression darkened, and he pouted in confusion, "Director, why are you sending me to take down criminals? Aren't there enough police around?"
Oh Peter, you're being mischievous again! Natasha blinked and a slight smile curved her lips as she wondered what was on his mind…
Faced with Peter's dissatisfied tone, even the Black Director appeared somewhat at a loss. The expression on his usually stoic face showed hints of bewilderment. What had Peter gone through in such a short time?
Where had that crime-fighting Peter gone?
Was this still the same Spider-Man who constantly proclaimed he wanted to be a partner of justice?
"Isn't this something you enjoy doing?" the Black Director said blankly. When he formulated this mission, he had thought Peter would be thrilled, excited, and eagerly shouting for it to be handed over to him…
But when did the script change so quietly?
Faced with the official mission to combat crime, Peter Parker surprisingly wore an expression of disdain and contempt.
What the hell is wrong with this world?
Don't look so bewildered, Black Director; even Chen Fan crushed the coffee cup in his hand with a snap, blinking in confusion.
How strange! Peter has changed! Not in the sense that the bruises on his face have disappeared, but this superhero, referred to as a vigilante by the people of America, actually scoffs at fighting crime?
"Black Uncle... should we send someone to check on Peter? I suspect he’s either being controlled by some strange power or is an imposter!" Chen Fan tightened his grip on the Thunder Book in his hands, which already contained dozens of thunderbolts. He made it clear that if Peter showed any signs of resistance, he wouldn’t care about the restaurant's damages.
At that moment, Coulson sighed and explained Peter's transformation.
"This guy is the real deal; he hasn't been controlled or impersonated. The reason he doesn't want to fight crime is all because of you, sir!"
His gaze shifted from Peter to Chen Fan's face.
As for Chen Fan, he pointed at himself in bewilderment and said, "Because of me?"
How could it be because of him that this idiot refuses to fight crime? It just doesn’t make sense!
Chen Fan never imagined that the problem would fall on him; was this some kind of blame game?
Meanwhile, Peter leaned against the restaurant's entrance, arms crossed, casting a complex look towards Chen Fan—jealousy, envy, resentment, and mostly amusement.
That delicate and cute face looking so confused was incredibly satisfying!
"Sir, didn’t you make Peter pay three hundred thousand US dollars?" Coulson chuckled at Chen Fan’s cluelessness. Thinking about why Peter was unwilling to capture criminals made him smirk. "If I’m not mistaken, Director, you assigned Peter to catch criminals in New York, right?"
Black Director nodded. As America’s economic and political center, New York had the highest crime rate, with supervillains showing up three hundred percent more often!
Amidst its bustling prosperity lay countless evils—a problem without a solution.
"Well, here comes the problem!" Coulson transformed into a detective, confidently stating, "The company owned by the gentleman has quite a few properties in New York. I estimate that there is at least one of Katie's assets on every street!"
At this point, not only did Chen Fan understand, but everyone else did too.
This mess was indeed his own! Chen Fan's lips twitched with a smirk.
"I'm currently broke, and I have an aunt to support. If I accidentally damage someone's property while capturing criminals, I won't be able to pay for it as a broke man!" Peter shot a resentful glance at Chen Fan and muttered under his breath, "Three million! That's just downright ruthless!"
Peter genuinely wanted to catch those who committed crimes and harbored a deep hatred for such people. Whenever he encountered them, he would never hold back.
But that had to be based on financial stability!
Given the extent of someone's ruthlessness, it wouldn't be long before his debts would be counted in the millions!
Heh!
Faced with Peter's sarcastic remarks, Chen Fan felt an unexpected heat rise to his face. How could this fool suddenly show some intelligence? It made no sense!
"What are you looking at me for?" Chen Fan snorted lightly and waved his hand dismissively. "Any damage caused while capturing criminals will be compensated by the criminals!"
"If we don't catch them, heh heh—."
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