Let Hell's Kitchen Suffer a Bit More, I'll Take the Blame

Time ticked by, second by agonizing second, as Black Widow waited anxiously.

She was truly afraid that the young man, who looked kind and handsome, would strip her clothes off and treat her like those captured agents in the movies.

Ring ring~

Suddenly, the landline rang again.

Alvin put down his wine glass and casually picked up the phone. "How is it? Have you made up your mind?"

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Unlike last time, a different person answered the call. Their voice was deep and resonant. "Mr. Valshus, I am Director of S.H.I.E.L.D., Nick Fury. I sincerely apologize for the intrusion on your privacy by dispatching an agent, and I am willing to offer one hundred million US dollars as compensation."

Oh ho, the big fish has finally taken the bait. It wasn't a wasted effort after all.

"No need for apologies," Alvin snapped his fingers. Black Widow, who was tied to the ceiling, fell to the ground with a thud. "I've let your person go. We're even."

"Wait, Mr. Valshus!"

As if sensing his intention, Fury hurriedly spoke, "We'd like to talk with you, Mr. Valshus."

"And if I refuse, will you threaten me again?" Alvin retorted.

"No, no, no, Mr. Valshus, you might have misunderstood," Fury said, his face unashamed, as if nothing had happened. "Everything just now was a misunderstanding. We actually meant no harm. If you don't mind, perhaps you could set a time for us to meet and talk. Maybe that would clear up your misunderstanding."

"Not interested. Goodbye."

Alvin hung up the phone directly.

The big fish had taken the bait, but it wasn't time yet. He needed to keep them hooked, waiting for the right moment.

Lost in thought, he looked up at Black Widow, who had untied herself. "Miss Natasha, your boss offered one hundred million dollars. I've kept my promise. You can leave now."

Black Widow freed herself from the ropes, but the marks left by them were unavoidable.

Especially on the inner thighs and her chest, a burning sensation remained, constantly reminding her of the humiliating scene that had just transpired.

The female agent was both ashamed and furious, her beautiful eyes seeming to spew fire as she glared at Alvin.

"What's wrong? Have you developed a taste for it, Miss Natasha? Do you want to stay and play some more?" Alvin leered, his gaze roaming over her body. "If that's the case, I don't mind helping you. I'm quite knowledgeable in that area."

"Shameless! Bastard!"

Black Widow gritted her teeth, wishing she could kill this scoundrel.

But alas, she knew very well that even if she charged at him, she wouldn't be his match. She calmed down again. "I hope you'll seriously consider our offer, Mr. Valshus."

"Sure, one hundred million dollars. I'll consider it," Alvin said, putting on a greedy act, a grin spreading across his face. "Your Homeland Security department shouldn't be short of that amount, right?"

Facing Alvin's unyielding stance, Black Widow snorted, turned, and left the room, her hips swaying.

However, her gait was a bit of a limp, trying to avoid friction on her inner thighs, making her look rather comical.

This was S.H.I.E.L.D.'s initial probe, and the situation was as Alvin had predicted.

From the beginning, he hadn't intended to keep his abilities a secret. At least, powers that defied logic like "Psykana" were essentially impossible to hide from S.H.I.E.L.D.

There were too many superpowered individuals in the Marvel universe; he wasn't the only one, so there was no need for secrecy.

Instead, it was better to use "Psykana" as "bait" to lure S.H.I.E.L.D. in. That was more in line with Alvin's plan.

Alvin sat alone in the room, taking a sip of his wine, organizing his current thoughts and progress.

"Firstly, Norman is a long-term plan. I can't expect returns for now."

"Secondly, Tony Stark's armor should have reached its second generation. I wonder how things are going with Obadiah. I hope he's making good progress."

"And finally, S.H.I.E.L.D. It doesn't seem likely to get any returns in the short term."

Alvin rubbed his temples, suddenly feeling a bit melancholic. Among the important supporting characters he knew, there didn't seem to be any good opportunities to acquire Source Power.

Although he could simply kill Black Widow. After all, a future member of the Avengers should provide a lot of Source Power.

But... there were two points he was unsure about.

First, under the protection of the World Will, could he actually kill Black Widow?

Second, killing Black Widow would undoubtedly brand him as a "villain," which would be a significant hindrance to his future development.

After much deliberation, Alvin decided it wasn't worth it and decisively abandoned the idea.

"Hell's Kitchen."

Suddenly, Alvin thought of an excellent place. "If there's really no other way, then I can only apologize, Mr. Kingpin."

If he remembered correctly, Hell's Kitchen was a great place.

Kingpin, Bullseye, The Hand... weren't they all "Source Power" waiting to be collected?

Ah, he could only trouble Hell's Kitchen. He'd bear all the infamy himself!

"Hmm, it's about time. I should go down and check on Tony."

Seeing that he had dallied long enough, Alvin decided to get up and leave.

He would never admit that the only reason he'd lingered in his room for so long was that he was afraid of going down too early and being mocked by Tony for being "too fast."

At this moment, in the top-floor office at S.H.I.E.L.D.

Coulson, standing nearby, leaned forward curiously after the Director hung up the phone. "He refused?"

"Mm, but it doesn't matter."

Fury didn't seem to care, smiling with an expression that was mysterious and completely in control. "It's normal to be rejected during the first contact."

Actually, there was something Coulson had wanted to say for a long time.

Seeing his subordinate's expression, Fury naturally guessed what he was thinking. He smiled and said, "Just say whatever's on your mind. Are you afraid I'll scold you?"

"That's not it, Director."

Coulson hesitated, but ultimately chose to speak. "I don't quite understand why you want him to join that plan?"

"Because he's suitable. It's that simple." Fury subconsciously reached for his cup but missed, only then remembering it had been smashed. He awkwardly retracted his hand, coughed twice, and continued, "I understand your concerns. You're worried about his stance and background, right?"

"Just as you said, I truly can't understand."

Coulson said seriously, "We investigated Alvin Valshus and found that this person appeared out of nowhere, with no trace of ever existing. Isn't that suspicious?"

"This matter is settled."

However, Nick Fury, who was usually very cautious, displayed an autocratic and overbearing attitude at this moment. "You'll take over from Agent Romanoff. Try to approach Alvin Valshus amicably. When the time is right, I'll step in to discuss things with him."

Coulson was a Level 8 agent. No matter how many questions he had, he could only obey the Director's orders.

After Coulson left, Nick Fury sat in his chair and pondered for a long time. He took a golden medal from his drawer, gazed at it for a moment, and muttered to himself, "Whether he is the answer will soon be revealed, Alvin Valshus!"

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