As Peter told the story in fits and starts, Tim more or less understood what had happened.
It was not actually that complicated. Back when they had been forming teams for Battleworld, Shang-Chi had complained to Schiller that he truly could not stand his counterparts anymore and was afraid he might one day lose control and gun them all down.
Schiller had wanted to transfer him to the Divine Spear Bureau, but it was not easy. First of all, Shang-Chi was already an American citizen. That had happened before he came to this world, but what was done was done. And unlike S.H.I.E.L.D., which leaked from every corner, the Divine Spear Bureau was tightly managed and basically only recruited its own nationals.
No matter how outstanding Shang-Chi was, he was still an outsider. Asking them to stuff a foreigner into their agent organization the moment he opened his mouth was indeed rather inappropriate.
Even pulling strings required some sincerity. Schiller looked into it and found that the Divine Spear Bureau had few problems it could not handle. The Ten Rings counted as one, but after deepening their cooperation with Kamar-Taj, those petty bandits at the border would not be jumping around for much longer.
While investigating the Ten Rings, Schiller suddenly remembered another unusual presence that had remained out of sight: Fin Fang Foom.
This character was also the embodiment of Americans' vicious stereotypes about Asians. The original comic was no less disgusting than Shang-Chi, and the monster itself was ugly too. It had practically nothing to do with Chinese dragons and resembled a giant Western lizard more, with long arms, long legs, and an entirely emerald-green body.
Schiller made some discreet inquiries and discovered that the thing had caused quite a few incidents before, giving the Divine Spear Bureau