He Gave Far Too Much

It was a pitch-black night.

Fang Mo had been about to go to sleep when a sudden noise came from the living room.

Half-asleep, Fang Mo thought a burglar had broken into the house. After all, public safety in the United States really wasn't that great. But he was far too sleepy, so he simply closed his eyes and prepared to control his Stand to handle it.

However, what he hadn't expected was—

When Steve carried the Iron Sword into the living room, he found a one-eyed Black man sitting on the sofa.

The man had a shaved head and wore a black leather trench coat. A black eyepatch covered his left eye, and his entire face was drawn tight, making him look exceptionally cold and stern.

Judging by that distinctive outfit and unique entrance—

This guy was obviously the legendary Motherfucker Man, one-eyed Black Egg, Agent Chief, and director of S.H.I.E.L.D., Nick Fury.

Considering all the things this guy had done in the original story, Fang Mo could more or less guess that Nick Fury seemed to enjoy sneaking into other people's homes and abruptly making an appearance. After all, if he intimidated the other side first, he could seize the initiative in the conversation that followed.

But Fang Mo wasn't that easy to fool.

He slowly extended his palm. Purple ghostly light formed an invisible force field that passed through the wall, and the next second, the sofa in the living room floated into the air and flew into the bedroom as if it had a mind of its own.

Thus, the utterly bewildered Nick Fury found himself directly facing Fang Mo.

"Good evening, Director."

Unlike Nick Fury's livid expression, Fang Mo wore a smile. "Looks like your little trick has been exposed. Aren't you going to say 'motherfucker' or something?"

"Fang Mo, a man who calls himself a Stand User."

Nick Fury was, after all, an Agent Chief with excellent mental fortitude. He didn't actually curse. Instead, he acted as though nothing had happened. "Your origins are truly mysterious. There are no records of you anywhere. It's as if you appeared out of thin air."

"You mean you even investigated the East?"

Fang Mo smiled. "You really have quite the reach, Director."

"You seem to know me very well."

Nick Fury remained calm, completely unaffected by Fang Mo's words. "What, are we already Old Friends? Or have you seen me somewhere before?"

"Since you investigated China, have you heard of fortune-telling?"

Fang Mo asked.

"What is that?" Nick Fury thought about it. He really didn't seem to have heard that term before. "Does fortune-telling mean calculating how much longer someone has left to live?"

"Something like your Divination."

Fang Mo explained, "In short, it means I can see the future."

"Is that so?" Nick Fury pondered for a moment, seeming somewhat noncommittal. "Then why don't you tell me what I'm like in the future?"

"Nothing too remarkable, I suppose."

At that, Fang Mo couldn't help smiling. It really was far too easy to fool an original character. "Your ideas are good, but you should know that every member of your superpowered team is a troublemaker. You'll have to clean up after them like a mother. Not everyone is as obedient as Captain Marvel Carol Danvers."

"Looks like you know quite a lot."

Nick Fury's single eye narrowed slightly. He had never told anyone about forming the Avengers team, nor had he mentioned Captain Marvel Carol Danvers. "So, are you also a member of this team?"

"Sorry, I'm not."

Fang Mo shook his head. "I have no interest in being some superhero."

"Oh? Why not?"

Nick Fury asked curiously.

"Because I hate being morally blackmailed." Fang Mo said bluntly. "So long as they realize I have no morals, they'll give up trying to morally blackmail me."

"That's certainly a novel way of putting it."

Nick Fury said, "So what do you want to do?"

"Don't worry. I may not be a good person, but I'm not particularly bad either." Fang Mo shook his head. "I'm quite reasonable. Since we each have our own needs, we might as well make use of each other."

"What do you need?"

Nick Fury immediately asked.

"At the moment, I'm not entirely sure. Probably witness some supernatural events, or use your resources to practice that so-called Witchcraft. Simply put, I'll be causing you trouble." Fang Mo thought about it. S.H.I.E.L.D.'s resources were quite useful and should help him unlock more mods. "But this will definitely be mutually beneficial. We're all adults, after all. I understand that much. We cooperate to get what we each need, and you'll benefit too."

"Witness supernatural events? What benefit does that bring you?"

Nick Fury asked.

"I'm simply interested in that sort of thing." Of course Fang Mo couldn't tell the truth, so he answered casually, "After all, isn't it interesting to personally witness your own prophecies become reality?"

"Is that so?"

Nick Fury certainly didn't believe such a simple lie, but after considering it, he still decided to agree to Fang Mo's request. After all, the other man was an unstable factor. Keeping him nearby would at least make it easier to keep an eye on him. So he nodded directly. "I can agree to cooperate with you. I'll arrange an identity for you as a Technical Consultant. Then you'll have the authority to mobilize resources..."

However, before he could finish, Nick Fury's phone suddenly rang.

"What is it?"

Nick Fury glanced at Fang Mo on the bed, then answered the phone. "Mm... are you sure? All right, I understand. Stay where you are and wait for my orders."

What he didn't know was that Fang Mo had already secretly controlled Steve to move closer and overhear the contents of the call.

"Looks like our conversation has to end early."

Nick Fury stood up. "Something urgent has come up. I need to deal with it."

Just as he was preparing to leave, purple light flashed, and the bedroom door slammed shut with a bang.

"..."

Nick Fury said nothing. He merely slowly turned to look at Fang Mo.

"If I heard correctly, you just invited me to be a Technical Consultant, didn't you?" Fang Mo slowly climbed out of bed and stretched. "I'm rather interested in that urgent matter you mentioned. What exactly is this green-skinned monster?"

Inside the helicopter, Nick Fury's expression remained grim.

His face was darker than coal in MC, and even the agents beside him didn't dare approach him to speak.

Yes, Nick Fury had now realized that he had indeed been tricked by Fang Mo. The other man must have used some bizarre Witchcraft to eavesdrop on his call, which was why things had ended up like this. Fang Mo had insisted on coming with him.

At first, Nick Fury had not agreed to Fang Mo's request at all.

After all, he didn't trust Fang Mo in the slightest. Many things still needed to be observed. If the other man had ulterior motives, it would be troublesome. As for having been locked up and threatened by him... Nick Fury had weathered every kind of storm. Was he supposed to be afraid of this?

But what Nick Fury hadn't expected was—

Fang Mo reached out and directly pulled out a giant gold brick the size of a millstone from thin air.

Nick Fury was stunned, then he heard Fang Mo say something along the lines of, "Mr. Director, look, this is my sincerity in cooperating. You wouldn't want your agents to be without operational funds, would you?"

Nick Fury had wanted to refuse, but... the other side had simply given too much.

Just that one gold brick would provide tens of millions of dollars in additional operating funds. One had to know that Nick Fury had secretly conducted quite a few confidential experiments behind Congress's back. Normally, he had to squeeze research funding out bit by bit. With such a good opportunity right in front of him, how could he refuse?

Though somewhat conflicted, Nick Fury could only grit his teeth and bring Fang Mo along for the sake of the gold brick.

There were actually quite a few things he wanted to ask Fang Mo, but there had been an emergency earlier. Now that the other man was already on the helicopter with him, he continued his questioning.

"Don't your abilities have any limitations?"

Nick Fury couldn't help asking. "For example, Alchemy. Can you really create gold whenever you want?"

"That depends on when I can go back." Fang Mo shrugged. "Once I go back and build a Zombie Pigman Farm, I'll fucking buy all of S.H.I.E.L.D."

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

Nick Fury asked, "What is that?"

"It's what your ridiculously long-named organization will be called in the future: S.H.I.E.L.D." Fang Mo waved his hand, then cut him off before Nick Fury could say anything else. "You have too many questions. Why don't we talk about this green-skinned monster first?"

"You're interested in this thing?"

Nick Fury asked. "Did you see it through your prophetic abilities? How much intelligence do you know about it?"

"Dr. Bruce Banner... an accident occurred during a Military experiment, and Gamma rays turned him into a green monster." Fang Mo said casually. "You call it Hulk."

"You really do know quite a lot."

Nick Fury said, "So what do you want to do?"

"Have a fight."

Fang Mo rubbed his chin. "It's been too long since I last made a move. I need to find a way to test my strength."

"Unfortunately, I can't fulfill that request."

Nick Fury's gaze shifted slightly as he silently marked him down as "battle-hungry." Then he continued, "Although Dr. Bruce Banner can't control himself after transforming, this matter has always been handled by the Military. At most, we can only monitor it."

"I know."

Fang Mo nodded. He had read the original story, so of course he knew S.H.I.E.L.D. had not appeared in the Hulk movie.

In fact, Marvel hadn't even had a concrete plan for the Marvel Universe at the time, so every film was independent of the others. The only villain in Hulk was the Military.

"The Military had originally captured Dr. Bruce Banner, but it seems an accident happened just now."

Nick Fury said, "They appear to have researched something they couldn't bring into the light. In any case, aside from Hulk, they've now created another monster that has gone out of control, right on the streets of New York..."