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Half an hour later, a Harrier jet slowly descended into the meteorite crater.

"When did you get back?"

Nick Fury stepped off the plane, the engine's gale whipping his coat tails noisily. "Do you have any idea how much trouble your last unannounced departure caused? The position of Technical Consultant doesn't come with paid leave..."

"The shield?"

Fang Mo couldn't be bothered to banter with Nick Fury and cut straight to the point.

"Captain America sank to the bottom of the ocean with that ship decades ago, and no one's found a trace of him since." Nick Fury said without blinking. "That shield naturally went with him, so..."

Fang Mo said nothing, simply waving his hand. Steve silently placed a gold block beside him.

"..."

Seeing this, Nick Fury fell silent.

"24-karat pure gold." Fang Mo smiled, patting the gold block beside him. "Weighs about 19.32 tons. I was actually wondering how you'd manage to haul it away, but it looks like that's not a problem anymore."

"Coulson."

Nick Fury, his face dark, gave the order to Coulson. "Go get the Captain's shield."

"Alright, Director."

Coulson nodded reluctantly. As a die-hard fan of Captain America, he really didn't want anyone else touching that shield, but he knew his director's temperament. There was no helping it—the offer was just too good.

Who could resist the charm of a solid gold block?

Anyway, before long, the Vibranium shield emblazoned with the star-spangled emblem was delivered to Fang Mo.

"So, can I ask?"

Nick Fury watched Fang Mo stroking the shield, unable to suppress his curiosity. "What do you want this shield for? Is it for that hammer over there?"

Yes, the moment Nick Fury stepped off the plane, he'd spotted the hammer in the crater.

There was no meteorite in the crater, just a hammer appearing out of nowhere. Connecting that to Fang Mo's sudden reappearance and his demand for Captain America's shield, Nick Fury instinctively linked the events together, suspecting Fang Mo was behind it all.

"I've been studying high-level alchemy lately and need to research some rare metals."

Fang Mo naturally wouldn't tell the truth—no one would believe him if he said he was unlocking mods anyway. So he kept stroking the shield while spouting nonsense. "Anyway, I'm just about to master my Divine Skill."

As he spoke, a system prompt suddenly rang in his mind.

[System Prompt: Internal structure of 'Raw Vibranium' mastered. You have gained 50% download permission for the new mod.]

Hearing the system prompt, Fang Mo finally set down the Vibranium shield.

The system's information matched his expectations.

Vibranium and Uru together had given him 80% download permission, meaning he still needed 20% more to download it. He figured he'd need to study metals like Palladium, Meteoritic Iron, or Tiberium.

"You know where to find Meteoritic Iron?"

Thinking this over, Fang Mo turned directly to Nick Fury. "Or if you've got Tiberium, Valyrian steel, Lava Crystals, Abyssal Metal, Element Zero, or something like that..."

"I've never even heard of those things."

Nick Fury couldn't help but say. "So are you going to explain what's going on here? The crater and that weird hammer—did you cause all this? Did you come back just to make trouble for me?"

"You call this trouble?"

Fang Mo patted the gold block beside him. "Look at that pure shine, and say that again."

"..."

Nick Fury fell silent once more.

"Director, if this really is gold, our Harrier jet probably can't lift it." Coulson couldn't help but remind him. "It's too heavy—exceeds the aircraft's payload limit."

"...Then find a way to cut it into smaller pieces."

Nick Fury gritted his teeth. "Call in more jets to transport it. Handle this immediately!"

"Alright."

Coulson acknowledged and headed back to the plane to find tools.

"Anyway, you owe me a reasonable explanation." After Coulson left, Nick Fury spoke to Fang Mo again. "Where exactly did you go during your absence?"

"Didn't I leave you a message?"

Fang Mo shot back. "Wasn't it clear enough on that note? I said I needed to return to my world temporarily and would be back soon."

"That piece of paper had exactly two sentences on it."

Nick Fury said darkly. "The first said you were going back to your world. The second told me to give the Golden Apple to Tony Stark and not to keep it for myself, or else face the consequences."

"See? I explained it perfectly clearly."

Fang Mo spread his hands.

"You should know how dangerous you are." Nick Fury said. "Do you have any idea how those people in Congress grilled me after you disappeared? They think I can't control you, and when those idiots face something dangerous they can't control, they usually only have one solution..."

"What, nuke me?"

Hearing this, Fang Mo laughed outright. "Are they sure a nuke would work on me? You believe me when I say that if those people dare to cross me, I could destroy this world in no time flat."

On this point, Fang Mo wasn't lying.

After all, there were way too many things in MC mods that could destroy the world.

The Corrupting Factor from Mystcraft, Bacteria's infinite consumption, Bamboo's Hot Spring Machine, the World-Destroying Bucket, the Dragon Pile from Dragon's Research, or just summoning some Titan-level boss over—Fang Mo made it clear that being a brat was hardly a challenge.

"I won't let them do that."

After hearing Fang Mo's words, Nick Fury immediately stated his stance.

As the King of Agents, he wasn't lacking in the ability to read people; he could sense that Fang Mo wasn't lying, and that was terrifying.

You see, Nick Fury was different from those politicians—he didn't want to turn superheroes into his enemies.

Think about it: Captain Marvel, Hulk, Captain America, Tony Stark, and Fang Mo—if these guys were pushed to the dark side by politicians and decided to team up to destroy the world... that would be an absolute catastrophe for all of humanity. Even Nick Fury himself didn't dare imagine that scene.

Nick Fury knew full well how terrifying these beings were, and that was exactly why he wanted to form an alliance to bring them together and protect Earth.

He was a smart man, and that was precisely why Fang Mo was willing to cooperate with him.

"Alright, alright, let's drop it."

Seeing Nick Fury's tense expression, Fang Mo immediately understood what he was thinking, so he waved his hand and changed the subject: "I've been waiting here for you for ages, and suddenly I really want some late-night snacks... Oh yeah, what day is it today?"

"Thursday."

Nick Fury certainly didn't want to keep discussing this dangerous topic either, so he went along with Fang Mo: "What's up? Something going on?"

"Quick, send me 50 bucks, I want to eat KFC's Crazy Thursday."

Fang Mo said directly.

It really was Thursday today. No one's treating me to Crazy Thursday—I'm holding a grudge, unless you guys give me your votes and stuff.