Fury: This Cup is Worth a Million, Understand?

Coulson, on the other end of the phone, was so stunned he almost crashed his brain.

What in the world is this guy?!

Posting Black Widow's video on an international yellow website – is that something a normal person would even think of doing?

Nearby, Black Widow, hanging from the ceiling, shivered when she heard Alvin's words, her mind filled with the miserable fates of the investigators in those films.

Due to mission requirements, she had seen a few of those works.

The thought of being reduced to a plaything, and likely being the only agent ever posted on a yellow website, made her want to bite her tongue off and die!

This wasn't how you got disgraced!

Black Widow struggled desperately, using every skill she knew, but the ropes didn't loosen; instead, they tightened.

It would be a miracle if she could escape. This was the pinnacle of Rope Art, fused from hundreds of works!

Putting aside other aspects, when it came to Rope Art binding, Alvin was willing to crown Little Japan the strongest!

Coulson remained silent for a full thirty seconds before speaking with difficulty, "Mr. Valshus, you may not understand us. S.H.I.E.L.D. is an organization authorized by the International Security Council to maintain global security and handle abnormal events. What you're doing is provoking S.H.I.E.L.D."

"Are you threatening me?" Alvin naturally heard the implied threat in Coulson's voice.

"I'm merely stating facts, Mr. Valshus."

Coulson attempted negotiation tactics, deliberately lowering his voice to increase psychological deterrence. "Very few people know of our existence. To put it in terms you can understand, we have immense authority. We can arrest you directly without going through state or city courts. Even the Department of Defense cannot interfere with us."

Although there was a hint of exaggeration, it was undeniable that S.H.I.E.L.D. possessed significant authority.

"Fine, I'll be waiting."

Alvin sneered and hung up the phone.

Right now, he should be the one feeling secure. Did they really think they could intimidate him?

If S.H.I.E.L.D. could arrest whoever they wanted, Alvin wouldn't be the first one wanting to crush them. It would definitely be those congressmen and the capital groups behind them.

Everyone was playing within the agreed-upon rules, but you had to jump out? Weren't you just asking for a beating?

As expected, after a moment of silence, the landline rang again with an urgent sound.

But this time, Alvin had no intention of answering. He slowly walked towards Black Widow, and under her terrified gaze, he said unhurriedly, "Miss Natasha, I'm afraid your so-called organization isn't willing to pay a hundred million dollars to redeem you. In that case, I'll have to find a way to collect some interest myself."

No, don't. Black Widow screamed inwardly, wishing she could strangle that damned egg-head Fury!

If she ever found out who made the call, she'd make sure to kill that bastard when she got back. They wanted a hundred million, whether they'd pay it was another matter, but couldn't they have at least tried to placate him first?

Ring ring! Ring ring! Ring ring!

This time, it wasn't just the landline; even his personal phone was ringing.

It was clear S.H.I.E.L.D. was truly desperate.

Alvin calmly answered the phone, put it on speaker, and before the other side could speak, he preempted them, "What, are you going to tell me your missiles are already locked onto me this time?"

"No, no, no, Mr. Valshus, you jest."

Coulson said with utter helplessness, "That was a misunderstanding just now. We want to talk to you."

"Fine. A hundred million dollars. Not a cent less."

Alvin glanced down at his watch and kindly reminded him, "Half an hour started, and there are twenty minutes left."

"This is extortion, Mr. Valshus." Coulson twitched the corner of his mouth, feeling like he'd encountered a tough nut this time.

"Is that so?" Alvin picked at his fingernails and said calmly, "How about we first discuss how you sent a female spy to seduce me and planned to interrogate me?"

"Mr. Valshus, we are S.H.I.E.L.D. This was to avoid security issues." Coulson felt a headache coming on and could only explain reluctantly, "Please believe us, S.H.I.E.L.D. would never harm you. Agent Romanoff's actions were purely to intimidate you."

"Do I look like an idiot?" Alvin retorted.

There was no answer from the other side for a long time.

"Listen carefully. I don't care if you're S.H.I.E.L.D. or Bird Shield. It has nothing to do with me."

Alvin's eyes flickered. Black Widow, still suspended in mid-air, felt as if her throat was being gripped, unable to draw any air, her entire face turning a deep red and purple.

"You... should be able to see what's happening in the room, right?" He slightly tightened his fingers. Black Widow's body convulsed, her eyes rolling back: "Don't say I'm unreasonable. You attacked me first, so you have to be prepared to pay the price for failure, don't you?"

"Stop!"

Coulson, using the surveillance feed, saw Black Widow, who was about to be choked to death, and shouted in shock, "Mr. Valshus, please calm down!"

Alvin released his Psykana and said calmly, "For the next call, I expect to hear news of the hundred million dollars arriving in my account. Understood?"

With that, he directly hung up the phone.

Black Widow coughed violently, her eyes bloodshot from lack of oxygen. She looked at Alvin with a mixture of shock and horror.

So ruthless, acting without hesitation at the slightest disagreement!

She suddenly realized that she had likely been exposed long ago. This damned devil had been deceiving her all along!

She who had hunted all day had finally been pecked by a goose!

She had even thought the mission was easy and that this brat would fall for it quickly. Turns out she had fallen into his trap!

"What the f*ck!"

In the highest office of S.H.I.E.L.D., the dark-skinned Fury angrily threw his mug away. "One hundred million? Why doesn't he just rob us?"

Coulson stood beside him, looking wronged, and whispered, "Boss, this is much faster than robbing money."

"Do I need you to tell me that?!" Fury shot him an annoyed glance, his anger still simmering, veins bulging on his face. "S.H.I.E.L.D. has been established for decades, and this is the first time someone has blackmailed us!"

"So, what do we do now? Boss."

Coulson sighed helplessly. "Regardless, Romanoff was on a mission. That kid has too much of a temper. I was afraid if I said anything else, Romanoff would be choked to death by him."

Fury closed his eyes and pondered for a long time. He suddenly opened them, narrowing them slightly. "Coulson, based on your description, does that kid have superpowers?"

"That's right. From what we saw on the surveillance, Alvin appears to have some kind of superpower, able to control objects from a distance." Coulson didn't understand the implication but still reported truthfully.

"Fine, it's just one hundred million? Give it to him!"

Fury seemed to have thought of something, a mysterious smile appearing on his face, as if everything was under his control.

"You're really giving it to him?"

Coulson was a bit uncertain. That was no small sum!

"Of course. Since he dares to ask, why shouldn't I dare to give?"

Fury struck a confident pose, crossing his hands under his chin, like a cunning, scheming fox. "Don't forget, our plan... a mere one hundred million isn't much."

"But how will we explain this to our superiors?" Coulson asked, troubled.

S.H.I.E.L.D.'s money didn't grow on trees. The purpose of every penny had to be clearly documented, otherwise, how could they explain it to the Security Council?

"See that mug?"

Fury looked at the shattered mug in the corner and said calmly, "Go to the warehouse and requisition a thousand of them."

"And then?"

Coulson still didn't understand. What did this have to do with the mug?

"This mug is worth a hundred thousand. Understand?"

As Coulson's shocked expression deepened, Fury walked over, patted his shoulder, and said earnestly, "Learn slowly. You still have a lot to learn, Agent Coulson."