A Hasty Ending

"Let's call an end to today's farce. I'm not in the mood to play with you any longer. Think carefully about what I've said."

After glancing at everyone, Kaecilius waved his hand and began to leave with his priests and followers.

"Wait, what do you mean, why did you stop fighting the moment I arrived?"

Tony Stark couldn't accept it at all. He had finally dealt with the poisoning problem and was just thinking of helping to clear out the cult when the big boss was leaving?

This move stunned not only Tony Stark but also S.H.I.E.L.D. and the Ancient One. Just as Coulson was about to intervene, his phone rang.

Coulson's hand trembled slightly, and almost instinctively, he answered the call. The voice on the other end made him instantly forget about the pursuit that was about to begin.

"Director, what are your orders?" "Understood, Director, but I..." "Alright, I obey the order."

After hanging up, Coulson looked at his comrades beside him, including Tony Stark and the Ancient One. He sighed.

"Let's go, everyone. That's all for today. Retreat."

Coulson waved his hand helplessly, signaling his colleagues to stop fighting and retreat immediately.

As an agent, although he felt confused, since his superior had given the order, they naturally had to obey.

Moreover, this superior had just been resurrected, and his supernatural abilities made them afraid to disobey.

Hawkeye glanced at the silent Ancient One, frowned, and swallowed, but ultimately held his tongue.

However, their obedience didn't mean that the troublesome Tony Stark would obediently listen.

"Hey, Coulson, you're just leaving?" "It's the Director's order."

Coulson stated the matter directly, leaving the Iron Man speechless.

Tony's face turned from pale to dark. He turned around, took out the Magic Conch from his pocket, and pulled the string.

"Magic Conch, what are my chances of attacking this cult right now?" "I think you should write your will first."

Tony's face immediately lost its composure. This Magic Conch actually looked down on him so much. Couldn't he fight and escape if he couldn't win?

"Coulson, I think you make a lot of sense. Let's temporarily retreat for now."

Tony said this with a serious expression. He felt that he should occasionally respect the orders of that S.H.I.E.L.D. Director Xia. After all, he was a consultant for S.H.I.E.L.D.

As both sides were about to completely withdraw, the Ancient One's eyes flickered, as if he had made a decision.

"What? How dare that old geezer do this? Did he ask me?"

As soon as Tony returned to S.H.I.E.L.D., he impatiently asked Xia Ling for the reason for the retreat. Xia Ling had no intention of keeping it a secret and told him directly.

The President had called Xia Ling and ordered him to terminate the action against the Church of Dagon.

Xia Ling was also happy that someone was taking the initiative to make peace, so he went along with it.

To put it mildly, Kaecilius was indeed steady. He knew that before he became incredibly powerful, he needed connections.

Otherwise, under the heavy fist of capitalism, no cult could succeed.

And this retreat displeased some people.

The Playboy was furious. In New York, this patch of land, such a major event, and they didn't even consult him?

Did they really not consider Tony, this big capitalist, as anything important?

He wasn't like in the original history, where he joined some damned Avengers.

The current Tony was a high and mighty chosen one, not a minion who joined some chuunibyo alliance!

"Yes, yes, yes, you're amazing. If you're so capable, go deal with the Red Hulk." "Red Hulk? Hmph, if that's the next challenge we need to face, then I will naturally not shirk my duty. But before that, I need to understand why we were so lightly disregarded in this matter."

Tony crossed his arms, looking quite disdainful.

However, Tony himself knew clearly that if he went to fight the Red Hulk now, he would probably be dealt with by the Red Hulk's subordinates before he even got close.

At the very least, he needed to upgrade his battle suit further. At the very least, he needed to create an anti-Red Hulk battle suit.

"The Red Hulk is one of the important reasons why the President ordered me to terminate the operation."

Tony frowned. After a moment of thought, he understood Xia Ling's meaning.

Was it that the government couldn't handle it, so they wanted to use the power of the Church of Dagon to deal with the Red Hulk and his legion?

"It's just one of the reasons."

As if seeing through Tony's thoughts, Xia Ling added.

Tony's expression was uncertain. As a major capitalist in America, he naturally knew that the game of politics and power was far more complex than the technological inventions he was passionate about.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm the turmoil in his heart, and looked directly at Xia Ling: "Then, what are the other reasons? We can't just give up attacking the cult simply because of the Red Hulk, can we?"

"That's not suitable for you to know."

Xia Ling spread his hands, looking utterly punchable, which immediately set Tony's teeth on edge.

He was one of the masters of this country; was there anything inconvenient for him to know?

However, judging by Xia Ling's demeanor, he didn't intend to tell him, so Tony could only sulk alone.

"Coulson, if you have something to say, just say it. There are no outsiders here."

Looking at Coulson, who seemed to hesitate, Xia Ling generously invited him to speak his mind.

Coulson glanced at Xia Ling, then at everyone else, and slowly began, "Director, can you give us a straight answer? Are you Yahweh's messenger?"

Upon hearing Coulson's words, Tony, who had been sulking, immediately turned his head, and everyone else looked at him with curiosity.

"Why do you say that?"

Xia Ling neither confirmed nor denied, merely stating this softly.

"Because everyone just saw it. I was pierced through the chest on the spot by that evil priest named Kaecilius, but I came back to life not long after."

Coulson paused, observing everyone's reactions. They were all extremely curious about his ability to come back from the dead.

After all, being able to bring people back to life was something only that one person could do, openly speaking.

"In the moments after my death, I saw, I saw the Lord? He said I shouldn't be here at this time, and that I should go and help His messenger, obeying His command.

And now, I am under your leadership, Director, so, are you Yahweh's messenger?"

As Coulson finished speaking, everyone's gaze snapped to Xia Ling.

If this were true, then carrying out missions in the future would be much more reassuring for them. Even if they died, they could be resurrected, and if not, they could go to heaven. Either way, it was a win-win.

"I..."

"Just admit it, Director Xia, you are Yahweh's messenger!"

Tony, as if the evidence was conclusive, was certain Xia Ling was the prophet, however