Pick it up, why don't you pick it up?

Fang Mo could clearly feel that General Ross was full of vigilance and hostility towards him.

It was obvious that Fang Mo was the one who dealt with Abomination, but the other party simply didn't want to deal with him. He probably viewed Fang Mo as some kind of monster.

Of course, Fang Mo didn't have much to say to him anyway. In the plot, this guy was purely an idiot. Arguing with him would be a waste of breath. Even Ross's own daughter hated him, so why bother with someone like that?

In comparison, S.H.I.E.L.D. was slightly better. Although it had been completely infiltrated and turned into Serpent S.H.I.E.L.D., Nick Fury was still somewhat useful. If nothing else, at least he genuinely wanted to protect Earth.

"Let me introduce you, this is Mr. Fang Mo, our newly hired technical consultant for S.H.I.E.L.D."

Facing General Ross's questioning, Nick Fury said with a calm expression, "Considering the astonishing destructive power of what the military created this time, we are fully prepared to control the situation from spiraling out of control."

"What is he?"

General Ross asked, "Your modified soldier? Does he have superpowers?"

According to General Ross's thought process, his military had been secretly researching the Super Soldier Serum. However, the experiment failed, which led to Abomination escaping. Nick Fury's side, on the other hand, had mastered more mature technology, thus creating super-powered soldiers like Fang Mo.

"This is an internal matter for S.H.I.E.L.D., and it's not convenient to disclose it now." Nick Fury naturally refused to reveal any relevant information.

"S.H.I.E.L.D.?"

General Ross was stunned.

"It's the Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division," Nick Fury explained. "The name was too long, so we changed it to S.H.I.E.L.D. from now on."

"Alright, S.H.I.E.L.D."

General Ross's attention wasn't on the name at all. "Your modification technology wasn't reported to Congress, was it?"

"This is a classified technology," Nick Fury said with his usual composure, lying. "Congress has already approved it secretly, but they just didn't notify all departments, such as the military."

"Do you think I can't tell you're talking nonsense?"

General Ross sneered. He had considerable influence in the military and couldn't possibly have heard nothing. "I will report today's events to Congress."

"Of course."

Nick Fury's expression remained unchanged. "We will also report to Congress, stating that due to the military's unauthorized research and development of modified soldiers, an accident occurred, destroying the entire block. Finally, because the situation escalated, S.H.I.E.L.D. had to step in to help the military resolve the problem..."

"Fury!"

Hearing this, General Ross was furious. His plan to create a modified soldier, Blonsky (Abomination), indeed hadn't been submitted to Congress for approval. He might have been able to find some excuse, but if the other party really reported it to Congress like this, he would be in big trouble.

"General Ross, I hope you can recognize reality."

Nick Fury continued, "The military has no ability to control the Hulk. Hand him over to us. I believe you also saw that the Hulk gets along well with our technical consultant."

"You don't know anything!"

Ross roared, "The Hulk took my daughter away! The culprit is your damn technical consultant! He personally handed Betty over to that monster!"

"Come on, it's not the first time your daughter has been taken by the Hulk."

Hearing this, Fang Mo couldn't help but start laughing. "If anything were going to happen, it would have happened already. Maybe in a few months, you'll be holding your grandson, and you won't have to research the Super Soldier Serum anymore..."

"What did you say?!"

Upon hearing this, Ross's face turned green, as if he had actually imagined that scene.

"Alright, General Ross."

Nick Fury quickly interjected, "I suggest you deal with the situation here quickly. Tonight's incident caused too much damage. You don't want to be dismissed from your position by Congress, do you?"

"My daughter is still with the Hulk..."

"We will handle this for you."

Nick Fury immediately said, "After this incident, you should also realize that the military actually has no way to control the Hulk. For example, the monster that appeared today, your solution was to release the Hulk to fight it... It's clear that the military has no way to solve these problems, and only makes things worse. So, let S.H.I.E.L.D. handle this. We are professionals at dealing with these things."

"I don't have the authority to hand the Hulk over to you," General Ross said irritably. "You need to report this to Congress yourself."

"I will."

Nick Fury said this while staring into General Ross's eyes.

General Ross seemed to want to say something more, but before he could speak, his phone suddenly rang. Nick Fury took out his phone, glanced at it, and then suddenly turned and walked towards the back.

Seeing this, Fang Mo also followed curiously.

However, although Nick Fury kept walking backward, he didn't answer the phone, just let it keep ringing.

"Answer it, why aren't you answering?"

Fang Mo leaned closer, a smile on his face. "The S.H.I.E.L.D. Director's calls are very important, answer it quickly."

"..."

Nick Fury glanced at Fang Mo and said nothing.

"Damn it, why aren't you answering!" Fang Mo suddenly pretended to say fiercely. "You're not answering, huh? If you don't answer, you won't live!"

"Are you done acting?"

Nick Fury asked directly.

"Huh?"

Fang Mo was stunned for a moment, then his expression returned to normal. "You saw through it?"

"My special agent psychological analysis is top-notch."

Nick Fury glanced at Fang Mo, silently adding another tag for him: 'Strong desire for attention.'

"Psychology is perfect?" Fang Mo asked curiously. "Does that mean your psychological resilience must be very strong? So, if I curse you, will you get angry?"

"I will."

Nick Fury reminded him, "But now is not the time for idle chat. Stark is in trouble."

"Hmm?"

Hearing this news, Fang Mo was a little surprised. He looked at Nick Fury. The man hadn't answered that call earlier, but how did he get this information?

"Micro bone conduction earpiece."

As if guessing Fang Mo's thoughts, Nick Fury said directly, "Witchcraft isn't omnipotent, is it?"

"Fine."

Fang Mo shrugged. "So, what happened with Stark?"

"Obadiah captured Pepper Potts," Nick Fury said calmly. "He seems to be threatening Stark, wanting to get something from him. We suspect it's the Iron Armor technology..."

"It's the Arc Reactor, right?"

Hearing this, Fang Mo immediately realized, "The first-generation Mark series armor isn't that complex a technology. Once you have the blueprints, it's easy to improve. But the technology for that miniature Arc Reactor is very advanced. I doubt Obadiah can replicate it."

"How do you know that?"

Nick Fury looked at Fang Mo in surprise. Their agents were watching Stark every day but hadn't gathered any information related to this.

"Technology isn't omnipotent either, is it?"

Fang Mo smiled and directly used Nick Fury's previous words to retort.

"..."

Nick Fury remained silent, silently adding another tag for Fang Mo in his mind: 'Holds a grudge.'

However, it wasn't long before another phone rang. Of course, this time it wasn't Nick Fury's phone, but Fang Mo's.

Fang Mo was stunned. He hadn't even had a chance to give out his phone number yet, so how did a call come in?

Before Fang Mo could react, Nick Fury beside him reminded him with the same words.

"Answer it, why aren't you answering?"

"..."

Fang Mo's face darkened. He didn't expect this Motherfucker Man to be so petty.

But regardless of the complaints, he still had to answer the call. He wasn't afraid of being monitored or anything, so he directly pressed the answer button. The next second, Stark's voice immediately rang out: "Thank God, Fang Mo, you finally remembered you have a phone..."

"Stark?"

Hearing the other party's voice, Fang Mo roughly knew why he was being called. He directly asked, "What happened?"

"Little Pepper is in trouble. Obadiah captured her and is threatening me to hand over the Arc Reactor," Stark said nervously on the phone.

"Did you hand it over?"

Fang Mo asked.

"Of course not," Stark immediately said. "This thing is my lifeline right now. Without the electromagnet inside helping me hold the shrapnel, I'll die soon... But Obadiah only gave me half an hour. If he doesn't get the Arc Reactor, Little Pepper's life will be in danger."

"Oh, I get it."

Fang Mo nodded, ignoring the fact that the other party couldn't see him. "In short, you need my help, right? No problem, meet me at your place in ten minutes."

"My place?"

Stark seemed to pause. "Wait, which place are you talking about? I can't even remember how many villas I own..."

"God damn it, you damn capitalist." Fang Mo's eye twitched. "The seaside villa where you research the armor, that's the one. You just stay put, your worker grandpa will come find you with a streetlamp."

"Streetlamp? What the hell?"

Stark clearly hadn't heard the capitalist joke, but in his anxiety, he couldn't care less. "Okay, I'll head back now. Hurry up, I'm worried Little Pepper might be in danger..."

"Don't worry, she won't die."

Fang Mo rolled his eyes and then hung up the phone.

"It seems we received the same news." Seeing Fang Mo finish his call, Nick Fury beside him asked directly, "Miss Potts really won't be in danger? Did you predict that with witchcraft too?"

"I also predicted you'll turn to dust sooner or later."

Fang Mo said as he walked towards the helicopter behind them. "Stop dawdling, let's go save her."