This is S.H.I.E.L.D., Not 10 Downing Street!

"Handling Beirut's business isn't something just anyone can do."

Lying back in his comfortable chair, Xia Ling, the new Director of the Homeland Strategic Defense Attack and Logistics Support Bureau, couldn't help but grumble.

Xia Ling was once a promising reincarnator in the Origin Space. Apart from the initial difficult period, his life had been smooth sailing.

Wherever he went, the brothers on the street respectfully called him Master Xia.

Although he was still a worker-bee reincarnator in the Origin Space, his life was truly comfortable and fulfilling.

One moment he'd be playing a coloring game in one world, the next he'd be practicing the art of glass blowing in another universe.

In short, he was a big shot in the Hall of Reincarnation, the kind you'd ask about to know who was boss!

However, such a peaceful and law-abiding life eventually came to an end.

Not long ago, for some unknown reason, the Origin Space decided to launch a decisive battle against their old rival, the Pantheon.

This put Xia Ling in a difficult position. While their relationship wasn't exactly life-or-death on a daily basis, it could be described as a deep-seated hatred.

There was no other reason. Although they often visited worlds of science and technology, they visited worlds of mystery even more.

Every time they dispatched reincarnators, they would either kill a few gods or completely wipe out their followers.

In short, there were few territories of the Pantheon that hadn't been raided by reincarnators.

Clearly, the other side was always on the defensive, so why did the Origin Space, a seemingly upright entity, have to go all out to destroy them?

They actually managed to annihilate them completely, only to suffer heavy damage themselves. The most unforgivable thing was that Xia Ling witnessed so many divine positions.

This couldn't help but stir greed in Xia Ling. He emulated Beirut, greedily taking them all in one go, leaving not even a scrap for the Origin Space.

But Xia Ling ultimately wasn't as lucky as Beirut. The Lord of Light couldn't do anything to him for the time being, giving him ample time to refine the divine spark.

Xia Ling was immediately attacked by the Origin Space. Even though they were heavily damaged, a starving camel is still bigger than a horse. Xia Ling took a severe beating.

Then, he fled in a panic, running everywhere until he ended up here, in a Marvel Universe of an unknown serial number.

Although he was heavily injured and his strength was less than a tenth of what it was, having taken so many divine positions, as long as he wasn't dead, he would develop at an astonishing rate.

However, although Xia Ling wasn't a major figure before, he had seen the world. How could he continue to be a worker-bee for others?

He had been a worker-bee for the Origin Space before he stole the divine positions, and now he was going to be a worker-bee for S.H.I.E.L.D. after stealing them. Wouldn't that mean he stole the divine positions for nothing?

Therefore, Xia Ling immediately decided to use the divine position of Fate to make himself the big boss of America.

But the problem was that his divine power wasn't enough. He had no choice but to be a small kariami for now, reluctantly taking on the role of Director of S.H.I.E.L.D.

Given my current strength isn't enough, and the Marvel world runs deep, I'll have to make do and just be Homelander.

As for beef, I won't eat it anymore.

Knock, knock, knock.

"Come in."

A knock on the door interrupted Xia Ling's thoughts for a moment, allowing the person outside to enter.

"Director, you sent for me?"

Mark Biss, the supervisor in charge of daily personnel, cautiously entered after receiving Xia Ling's permission.

"Hmm, I took a look today and found that your work doesn't seem to be up to par."

"Ah?"

Mark Biss was stunned for a moment, carefully recalling his work and finding no oversights.

Even if his work wasn't perfect, it was still worth his salary. Why would this new director say that?

"You don't even know this? Explain to me, why don't I, as the director, have a dedicated person to cook for me?"

Seeing his subordinate's lack of awareness, Xia Ling had to enlighten him.

The body is the capital for work. For ordinary people, a good meal is necessary to work better.

And as the current director of S.H.I.E.L.D., it's reasonable to hire ten or eight chefs who can cook various cuisines to cook for me, right?

"Director, there have never been dedicated personnel to cook for the director. The previous Director Fury even paid for his own meals."

"Then what if I told you to specifically hire ten chefs to cook for me?"

Mark Biss frowned. He tentatively said, "Director, I'm afraid this won't do. It's against the rules."

Hearing this, Xia Ling immediately became displeased.

Even though he still had to eat beef, you couldn't just shove noodles into his mouth, or even pour soup on him.

This is really not treating Homelander like a god!

"People are alive, rules are dead. Do you obey the director's orders?"

"I'm sorry, Director, I cannot accept orders that are against the rules!"

Mark Biss firmly refused Xia Ling's reasonable request. As an unqualified employee, he didn't intend to let his superior have a hot meal.

Because of his firm stance, the atmosphere of the scene suddenly became tense.

Just then, the door was knocked on again.

"Come in."

With Xia Ling's permission, Old Village Chief Coulson walked in.

"Director, I've handled the matter you asked me to, please review it."

As Coulson spoke, he handed over a stack of documents and placed them on Xia Ling's desk.

"This can wait, Coulson, I want to discuss another matter with you."

"Director, what is it?"

A hint of confusion flashed in Old Village Chief Coulson's eyes. He hadn't wanted to accept the new director's task in the first place.

After all, Director Fury had been kind to him. Although it wasn't apparent yet, the new director clearly had ill intentions towards him.

He felt truly bad about harming him like this.

However, when he thought of his credit card.

Coulson felt he had to make Director Fury suffer a little, and let Director Xia take the blame.

"A very serious matter, someone wants to harm the Director, what crime is that?"

Upon hearing this, Coulson's eyes became serious.

"That depends on how you want to handle it. According to the law, we can make him spend a total of a hundred years in prison.

If you're not satisfied, you can also make him commit suicide."

"Oh, so that's how it is. Very good, very good, Coulson, you truly are an elite agent of S.H.I.E.L.D."

Xia Ling smiled and patted Coulson's shoulder, looking at him as if he had a bright future.

"S.H.I.E.L.D.? I remember we were called..."

"Today we are called S.H.I.E.L.D., I changed it."

Xia Ling interrupted Coulson's speech and directly changed the name to S.H.I.E.L.D.

Facing the director's arbitrary decision, Coulson, the five-star tool, could only obey.

"By the way, Director, why are you asking me this question? Could it be that someone wants to harm you?"

"Ah, it's nothing, I just happened to ask. No one is trying to harm me now, but that might not be the case later."

Xia Ling said casually, looking maliciously at Mark Biss, who was already sweating profusely.

He didn't have time to worry about anything else and quickly said, "Director, I think for your health, it's very necessary for the bureau to establish a special department to be responsible for your daily meals."

"Eh, how can that be? That would be too much trouble for you all. What virtue or merit do I have to receive such treatment?"

Xia Ling waved his hands repeatedly.

"No, it must be done."

"Eh, too much trouble."

Watching the two of them go back and forth, Coulson had only one thought in his mind.

The sky today is so blue.