Fury's Coercion (Third Update Today)

Fury rose to his feet, putting on a humble, talent-seeking manner. He gestured for Guan Heng to sit and smiled. "Welcome, Guan Heng. I'm Nick Fury, head of S.H.I.E.L.D. Please, have a seat."

Guan Heng said thanks, pulled out a chair, and sat opposite Fury. He merely looked at him without saying a word.

In the end, Fury broke the silence. "The reason I invited you here is that I want you to join S.H.I.E.L.D. Help us deal with the Super Zombies running rampant everywhere. Fight evil for humanity's justice and righteousness, and contribute your strength."

Fury's speech was righteous, impassioned, and intimidating enough to make people piss themselves. He was trying to use the language of recruiting a righteous partner to lure Guan Heng in. All young people have heroic dreams. Once they gain abilities beyond the ordinary, they all want to accomplish something great. I've talked plenty of people into joining S.H.I.E.L.D. with this speech. Handling a little brat like Guan Heng should be easy.

Before his wishful scheme could get underway, Guan Heng suddenly stood up. Dead One-Eyed Dragon, who are you trying to fool? Daoist Guan won't fall for that. Save those words for someone else. Guan Heng said, "Leave matters like saving people from disaster and saving the world to a great Director like you. I'm just a restaurant delivery guy. I can't do great things. Goodbye."

Just as Guan Heng turned to leave, Fury said coldly, "Leaving already? Are you really not going to consider that Mutant girl's safety? What was her name again? Let me think." Fury pretended to recall it, then suddenly slapped his forehead. "Right, Qianhuan. Li Qianhuan, correct?"

When Guan Heng turned back, his entire bearing had changed. The fierce killing intent around him was like a divine blade freshly drawn from its sheath.

"This is the second time today someone has used that name to threaten me." Guan Heng enunciated every word, icy light flashing in his Eyes. "If Li Qianhuan loses even a single hair because your people laid hands on her or ran their mouths, I'll make S.H.I.E.L.D.'s Agents bleed into rivers."

Nick Fury looked at Guan Heng, whose presence was as sharp as a sword's edge, and silently praised him. What fierce killing intent. I'm starting to appreciate this kid.

Fury nodded. "Since you care so much about her, why not sit down and talk? No need to rush off."

Guan Heng pulled out the chair and dropped into it hard, as if in a fit of anger. The chair creaked beneath him. He snorted. "Say what you have to say, and get to the damn point." His tone was exceptionally rude, as though he had nothing left to lose.

Fury paid no attention to his rude attitude and continued, "Same as before. Join us, and you'll receive excellent treatment. Most importantly, we'll protect Li Qianhuan's personal safety. At the very least, we won't let outsiders harm her."

Guan Heng said in a deep voice, "To put it bluntly, you plan to keep her under full surveillance. I absolutely won't accept that. It's imprisonment in all but name. Unless you agree to contact her guardian, or send her directly somewhere Mutants won't face discrimination or harm—Professor X Xavier's school, for example."

Fury smiled. "No problem. Those are all trivial matters, provided you're willing to join S.H.I.E.L.D. and embrace our righteous family."

Pretending not to hear that last sentence, Guan Heng sighed and mockingly said, "Do I even have a choice now?" Falling into S.H.I.E.L.D.'s filthy mess is unavoidable. The only thing I can do is get Li Qianhuan transferred out as soon as possible.

Li Qianhuan was a lonely girl with a miserable background, and she was also of Chinese descent. Guan Heng cared for her like a little sister, so naturally he would not let any danger come to her.

Nick Fury pushed a document toward Guan Heng. "Sign this proposal. It concerns a group of Superheroes, including you, and an alliance we're trying to establish." After a pause, he added, "Considering your previous contact with Iron Man, the two of you will be major partners going forward."

Guan Heng picked up the document and could not help but smile bitterly. "Avengers Alliance Formation Plan." Damn it, after all those twists and turns, I still have to work with Tony. Heh, maybe it's fate. On second thought, seventy or eighty percent of the skills that kept him alive had come from Iron Man. Iron Man counted as a friend, so it did not matter.

Scratching the back of his head, Guan Heng finally realized the point in time he was in. So this is the early founding period of the Avengers? No wonder even Peter only just became Little Spider. The timing checks out.

Guan Heng picked up the pen and was just about to sign when he suddenly slammed on the brakes. No, Daoist Guan can't let Fury lead him around by the nose. At a time like this, I need to fight for the greatest possible benefit. Otherwise, I'll suffer a total defeat in this contest with Fury. Fury, since you insist on dragging me into S.H.I.E.L.D., don't blame me for asking an exorbitant price.

The corners of Guan Heng's lips rose, and a faint cold smile appeared. If I don't bite thirty or fifty pounds of flesh off you, how can I stop? With that thought, he pushed the proposal back in front of Fury and smiled faintly.

Fury watched as Guan Heng had been on the verge of signing, only for him to suddenly stop. A chill abruptly ran down Fury's spine. This kid isn't about to change his mind, is he? Looking at him, why do I feel the pressure of facing the Hydra Leader?

With his arms crossed and a flippant expression on his face, Guan Heng began his counterattack. "Director, we both know why you want to recruit me. Aside from my abilities, the biggest reason is that you want me to play an important role in eliminating Zombies for you, right?"

Fury nodded. "Naturally. It's good that you understand." Since you know the reason, hurry up and sign the document. Then I'll have put a bridle on this wild horse.

Guan Heng spread his hands. "Here's the problem. I'm having trouble dealing with Zombies now. If you don't help me solve it, then even if I join S.H.I.E.L.D., eliminating Zombies will take much more effort and many more twists and turns. That will waste a lot of time."

Fury asked strangely, "According to the previous reports, you've always dealt with Zombies effortlessly. You just slap on those little yellow paper strips and set them on fire, don't you?" I was even planning to trick him into handing over those little papers for research, see if they could be mass-produced, then kick this kid aside.

Guan Heng shook his head. "Sigh, it's not that easy anymore. All my talismans are gone. Used up. Exhausted. Do you understand?"

Fury said impatiently, "What's the big deal? Make another batch. We'll provide the materials if necessary, and the agency will reimburse the expenses." Even now, Fury still wanted to steal Guan Heng's talisman-making techniques under the guise of helping him.

Guan Heng spread both hands and put on a helpless expression. "I'm truly sorry, Director Fury, but I didn't make those talismans. They were passed down by our Huaxia ancestors over thousands of years. There were only a few in total, and the method of making them was lost long ago. In short, once they're used up, they vanish like air."

Fury slapped the table and said angrily, "How could you use up such precious talismans all at once? You should have saved one or two so our High Technology could recreate and copy them!" In his haste, he let the truth slip out.

Guan Heng curled his lip. "That's not my fault. The last talisman was still in my pocket this morning, but before coming to see you, I used it to save your beloved Agent Hill from the jaws of a vicious Zombie. Bang, gone." Iceberg, sorry for using you as a shield. Boss Fury probably cares about you a lot. He won't do anything to you.

Furthermore, the materials needed to make talismans truly could not be gathered in this world. Talismans were one of Guan Heng's methods for dealing with Zombies, but not his only one. However, in order to extort Fury, he deliberately exaggerated and made the talismans sound incomparably important. Fury was completely ignorant in this area anyway. What the hell did he know?

Guan Heng put on a solemn face and said, "You must provide me with other assistance. Otherwise, dealing with Zombies will drag on for ages. When too many people die, don't blame me."

Fury was an old white-haired fox. How could he not know that Guan Heng was taking the opportunity to extort him? But now he was the one begging for Guan Heng's help. He sighed helplessly. "Name your terms. I'll satisfy them as best I can." After talking so much, his mouth had gone dry, so he picked up his coffee cup and took a sip.

"Listen to that last sentence. If someone heard it, they'd think my orientation was abnormal." Guan Heng made a disgusted gesture, then beamed. "Actually, my terms are all minor matters. First, I want Adamantium weapons and armor, at least three pieces."