Assessment Report

"In other words, this Dr. Lin had acquired at least two abilities through a so-called 'laboratory accident': 'animal communication' and 'plant control.'"

At Trident Headquarters, S.H.I.E.L.D. Director Nick Fury sat behind his desk with his hands supporting his chin, studying the two subordinates who had come to report:

"Melinda, while intuition can sometimes be accurate, as a senior agent, I don't believe you would make this judgment based on intuition alone."

"Yes, Director."

Melinda spread her hands, clearly very confident in her assessment:

"In fact, Coulson and I both noticed that while Dr. Oaks Lin grew up in New York, his habits and mannerisms were more like those of a Chinese person, and he instinctively felt closer to Chinese people.

That should have come from his father's influence. And one of the traits of Chinese people is modesty, especially among intellectuals."

"You mean he would habitually hold something back, and what he showed us wasn't everything he had?" Nick Fury understood.

"Of course, this is only speculation. But don't forget his unusual public transit records, immigration records, and the Amazon Rainforest." Melinda nodded.

"It wouldn't be surprising for him to hold something back when dealing with an organization like ours. After all, if it hadn't been for the Benevolence Society incident, he would have held back even more."

Fury agreed with Melinda's assessment. After all, he himself was a man accustomed to keeping... many cards up his sleeve.

Comparing Oaks to himself, Fury found that he was indeed still the more formidable one. Satisfied, he blinked his single eye and turned to his other subordinate:

"Coulson, what is your assessment?"

"Safe, Director."

Coulson smiled faintly, equally confident:

"Based on this meeting and our investigation into his past, I believe Dr. Oaks Lin is a safe target.

He understood what his abilities represented and what he could do with them. More importantly, he had already used, and would continue to use, his abilities for the right purposes.

The establishment of the Benevolence Society was a gratifying development—it had originated from an act of kindness and compassion. While it saved hundreds of people, it also strengthened Oaks' convictions."

Coulson sighed softly:

"Melinda and I were there, Director. Honestly, we don't often get to see ordinary people cheering like that during our missions—especially people at the bottom of society."

As senior agents, their missions either involved rescuing hostages, obtaining classified intelligence, dealing with terrorists, or handling dangerous objects.

It was already fortunate if those missions didn't leave casualties and crowds of people crying their hearts out.

"That's right. Their joy came from the heart."

Melinda smiled and agreed with Coulson:

"For a Level 7 Mission, the scope of influence may not have been large, but this was the one that brought me the most satisfaction."

"It seems my two outstanding subordinates both think highly of this kid."

Nick Fury snorted. Given his personality, even if his two exceptional subordinates praised the other party to the skies, he would remain vigilant:

"His Benevolence Society is a charity organization now?"

"Yes, Director. I helped him handle the paperwork. It's a charity organization dedicated to environmental protection."

Coulson's expression was strange:

"Come to think of it, he registered his clerk's name as well. I imagine he's working hard to explain those 'abilities' of his to him right now."

Nick Fury stood up, clasped his hands behind his back, and looked out the floor-to-ceiling window. As autumn turned to winter, there was less and less green left in New York:

"That is his own business. But that Ecological Test Site, the 'Little Rainforest'... Coulson, you know what that means."

"Yes, Director."

Of course Coulson understood. Every fruit tree in the Little Rainforest was a one-of-a-kind modified plant—an extraordinary species capable of generating enormous economic benefits and greatly alleviating famine!

These were all Oaks' research results. Compared to them, Recovery Serum and air-purifying greenery were worth several tiers less!

"But Oaks has made it clear that, like his potted plants, these plants cannot yet be mass-produced. We still need to wait."

"Waiting is worthwhile."

Nick Fury finally gave a bitter smile:

"He has given me a difficult problem—what kind of attitude should I take toward his special abilities?"

Knowing that Oaks was very likely holding something back, Nick Fury truly found himself in a difficult position.

It couldn't be helped. He was far too suspicious.

What if the other party was only pretending?

What if he could create even more dangerous plants?

What if his goal was to use this method to obtain other benefits?

What if...

In short, there were too many possibilities.

But Nick Fury understood that what Oaks had displayed was like a fragrant lure, hooking him firmly.

Although Nick Fury had little interest in environmental protection, he knew very well what kind of positive impact the other party's research could have on the world.

An ability that couldn't be replicated was troublesome at most. It wasn't as if S.H.I.E.L.D. hadn't dealt with such things before.

But something like plant seeds was an exception.

If he truly devoted himself to doing good, then once he succeeded, he alone could eliminate famine.

Besides, there was Goose.

"Looks like I'll have to meet him personally and talk to him."

Uncontrollably, the plan Nick Fury had personally written after Goose's former owner left resurfaced in his mind.

Emerald Dream Plant Shop.

"Wood Release? Hashirama Senju?"

Antonio Zhang—classmate Zhang Shuren—was staring with shining eyes at the potted plants throughout the shop swaying to the music, practically drooling:

"Can I gain this ability by transplanting your cells?"

"...Watch fewer cartoons!"

Oaks coughed. He had gone to the trouble of preparing so many explanations, but now it seemed that all this guy needed was to see the results.

Besides, at this point in time, you still knew nothing about the terror of Hashirama Senju, kid...

"In short, all you need to know is that this was an irreproducible scientific miracle caused by a laboratory accident. On the animal side, it's Telepathy. On the plant side, it's plant control."

After emphasizing several keywords such as "laboratory accident," "irreproducible," and "science," Oaks dejectedly realized that Zhang had not listened at all.

This guy's attention was currently on Moco and Coco.

Well, Oaks had already thrown Hamster into the Little Rainforest. It probably wouldn't survive the night here.

"Oh~ my little darlings, big brother is so—happy today!"

Zhang held the two little creatures with an intoxicated expression, only to be snapped awake when Goose jumped onto his head and smacked him with a paw:

"Uh, sorry, Goose. It's time for canned food."

"My little darlings, come with big brother~"

Zhang was practically floating as he headed upstairs, but suddenly turned back to ask:

"Mr. Oaks, what was the little ones' first impression of me?"

Seeing Zhang's hopeful expression, Oaks mercilessly shattered his delusion:

"These two are wondering, 'Who is this idiot?'"

Zhang: "..."

"Meow!"

"Ah! Mercy, mercy! I'm going to get the canned food right now..."