Fury Comes Calling

"We're investigating."

Coulson lied with a smile, looking very convincing. Tony did not press further. Just then, Pepper Potts hurried in.

"Turn on the TV."

Pepper switched the television to the Daily Bugle channel. Host J. Jonah Jameson was loudly reporting, "According to information obtained by our station, Tony Stark wore a ridiculous suit of armor last night and fought Obadiah, a director of Stark Industries..."

As Jameson spoke, the footage switched to last night's battle. The image quality was quite clear, and even Tony and Obadiah's conversation could be heard.

Tony frowned. "How did this happen? Coulson, didn't you say you'd already handled it?"

"The Technical Department took care of all the footage. I don't know why this happened either."

Coulson hurriedly called the Daily Bugle and demanded that they cut off the broadcast. Unfortunately, the Daily Bugle refused the request from above and continued airing it.

Without a doubt, this was Andrew's doing. He wanted the public to know the truth while establishing the Daily Bugle's credibility—it would help him collect souls in the future.

"From what we understand, Tony Stark and Obadiah fought because Obadiah had been selling weapons to Terrorists for a long time. Furthermore, Tony Stark's attack was also arranged by Obadiah."

Jameson rattled on endlessly. Tony complained, "Where did this guy come from? He knows more than I do, and I'm the one involved."

As he spoke, Tony casually tossed his prepared speech aside. There was no need for it anymore. Everyone now knew he was The Iron Man.

The station continued broadcasting footage. The Peace Knights and the Hellfire Knight who appeared afterward were all shown, quite comprehensively.

Finally, Jameson continued, "Many people said that the videos they recorded last night disappeared for no apparent reason, and some were even warned to keep quiet.

I have every reason to suspect that a special organization is violating the public's right to privacy and right to know. I will stop at nothing to uncover this organization.

Also, there are a large number of videos from last night on TikTok. Everyone is welcome to download it."

After Jameson finished speaking, a QR code appeared on the screen. Pepper and Tony simultaneously took out their phones and scanned it. Coulson was speechless. Did they really have to be this cooperative?

Coulson said with a headache, "We need to come up with a new explanation."

"No need. Since it's already public, we'll just tell the truth. I never wanted to hide it anyway."

Tony said, "From now on, I am Iron Man."

Coulson hesitated, then did not try to persuade him further. For some reason, he suddenly felt as if a great curtain had been raised.

The age of superheroes had officially begun.

At Rebirth Tower, Andrew walked toward his office somewhat unhappily. As for Susan, she was still asleep from being too exhausted last night.

Andrew was not unhappy because he had to come to work. He was unhappy because he had had a strange dream last night.

In the dream, a young boy whose face constantly changed stood outside a glass-like barrier, continuously shouting at him. He seemed furious, but the glass blocked the sound, so Andrew could not hear what he was yelling. That irritated Andrew greatly.

This probably wasn't an ordinary dream. I'm the Demon King. I normally don't dream.

At that moment, Andrew sensed the situation in his office and became even more annoyed. He opened the door and walked in.

The moment Andrew entered, the boss's chair turned around. A one-eyed bald Black person asked him in a deep voice, "Are Angels really real in this world?"

Andrew expressionlessly took out his phone and called the security room. "Send two guards up here. Someone broke into my office. Also, call the police. You can tell at a glance that he's no good."

Nick Fury was dumbfounded. He had used this tactic to intimidate many people, but no one had ever called the police. If the director of S.H.I.E.L.D. got arrested over this, it would be quite entertaining.

Nick Fury stood up and coldly asked, "Call the police? Aren't you afraid your secret will be exposed?"

Andrew said proudly, "I, Andrew Wang, have lived an upright life. There's nothing I'm afraid of people finding out."

Nick Fury stopped beating around the bush. "Ghost Rider Andrew Wang, I am Nick Fury, director of S.H.I.E.L.D. I represent the United Nations Security Council and wish to speak with you."

"S.H.I.E.L.D.? Never heard of it. And don't try to scare me with the United Nations."

Andrew sneered. "You're filled with sin. Your organization must be evil. Whatever you've got, bring it on. I'll take it."

"Filled with sin?"

Nick Fury paused, then said, "I am indeed filled with sin, but it was necessary. Everything S.H.I.E.L.D. and I have done was to protect this world."

Andrew said, "Save that for the police. They'll be here soon."

Seeing that Andrew could not be reasoned with at all, Nick Fury became somewhat Annoyed. He said, "Andrew Wang, I mean you no harm. Otherwise, I would not have come to see you personally."

Nick Fury had come personally because he wanted to recruit Andrew. Andrew was highly suited to the Avengers' requirements.

Andrew laughed. "I don't mind at all if you mean me harm. In Fact, I'm looking forward to you making a move against me."

Nick Fury was speechless. At that moment, the sound of security guards coming upstairs reached them.

He sighed helplessly and raised a hand.

The floor-to-ceiling window behind him shattered with a crash. Immediately afterward, a cloaked Quinjet descended from the sky and revealed itself outside the window.

Hawkeye Barton was piloting the Quinjet.

Besides him, Black Widow Natasha and a team were lying in ambush in the adjacent room. Nick Fury was not about to gamble with his life.

"Andrew Wang, I will come back for you."

Nick Fury gave Andrew a look, then turned and walked toward the Quinjet.

"You think you can leave? Did you ask me?"

Andrew snorted and raised a hand, hurling a mass of Black Flame at the Quinjet.

The Black Flame swiftly merged into the aircraft, and Hawkeye immediately discovered that he had lost control of it.

Then, the six-barreled Gatling beneath the aircraft rose and aimed at Nick Fury. Fury's heart jolted, and he turned around to ask, "Andrew Wang, do you know what you're doing?"

"You smashed my hundred-thousand-dollar glass and ruined my nine-hundred-thousand-dollar chair. You think you don't have to pay?"

Andrew said righteously, "Either pay up, or wait for the police. We'll follow the proper procedure."

Nick Fury Grit Teeth. If he had not been a Black person, his face would surely have turned terrifyingly black—could anyone believe that the mighty director of S.H.I.E.L.D. was being extorted?

Nick Fury said, "I will have someone transfer the money into your company's account."

Andrew withdrew the Hellfire and said, "Make it quick. I'll charge a hundred thousand in interest for every day you delay."

Nick Fury walked back into the aircraft with a grim expression. A moment later, the Quinjet spewed light and streaked into the distance.

At the same time, Natasha ordered the elite team to withdraw from Rebirth Tower. As for herself, she continued working with a miserable expression.

"That's it? He just flew away? Didn't they say S.H.I.E.L.D. was tough? Why did they become so soft when it came to me?"

Andrew was somewhat annoyed. He had been provoking Nick Fury the whole time, waiting for him to attack so he could collect Appeared many more souls. And this was all he got?

S.H.I.E.L.D., my ass!