Chapter 760

After concluding his deal with The Collector on Knowhere, Evenson immediately returned to Earth. But the moment he got back, his phone signal connected, and it started ringing nonstop. It rang for a full hour, only stopping because the phone ran out of battery.

After charging it, Evenson checked and found that they were all voice messages and texts from Nick Fury. Summed up, they all meant roughly the same thing: Had you come back yet? If you had, get your ass over here and report!

And mixed into those messages were probably ten thousand "motherfuckers."

Evenson thought it over. He had taken several solid trips around Asgard, followed by all that spatial distortion. How could Nick Fury, as Director of S.H.I.E.L.D., not be worried? Besides, the subsequent lockdown of Greenwich and the mobilization of the United Kingdom military to fight the Dark Elves had all been coordinated with the committee through Fury's position.

Evenson could understand that. So after unloading his goods at the Eredar Twins' place, he immediately went to S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters.

"Ah, damn it..." Evenson sat on the sofa in the director's office, sighing heavily as one hand continuously rubbed his lower back.

"What are you doing?" Nick Fury sat behind his desk, and seeing Evenson like this irritated him. Is this brat pretending to be injured so he can scam me for workplace injury compensation?

"Ah..." Evenson smiled and waved a hand. "My back... can't handle it. Can't handle it at all."

"Oh~" Nick Fury nodded and dragged out the word teasingly. But then his eye widened, and he slapped the desk. "What the hell are you talking about? We're discussing serious business here. Can you be serious?"

Damn it, saying his back couldn't handle it in front of a middle-aged man with no wife. Showing