"Can we talk?"
The middle-aged Black man, whose head was as bald as an egg and who was missing an eye, spoke calmly.
"Sorry, we can't!"
Recognizing those distinctive features, Li Si's expression immediately fell.
S.H.I.E.L.D.—no, it should now be called the Homeland Strategic Defense and Logistics Support Agency. Its current director, Nick Fury.
He really hadn't expected to draw Bald Egghead over here at a time like this.
Honestly, given his current influence, he was lucky even to get Coulson to come talk to him.
"Someone reported you for illegally selling weapons..."
Nick Fury seemed to have expected that response. He smiled warmly as he spoke.
"Hold it!"
Li Si cut him off, raising an eyebrow. "Which of your eyes saw me selling weapons? I'm just running an offline card-drawing event. If you make accusations without evidence, I can sue you for slander!"
"I only have one eye!"
Nick Fury tapped his black eyepatch, then leaned forward, bracing both hands on the edge of the table. With a smile, he said, "But I think that's enough to see what they're wearing!"
As he spoke, he casually pointed at one of the players. Quite a few players had already turned their attention to them, and several were wearing Thunder King Battle Suits.
"This? A bunch of scraps and wires?"
Li Si laughed too, as though he'd heard some incredible joke. "By that logic, the entire population of America would be criminals. Are you convicting me with your spare eye?"
"Spare eye?"
As the director of S.H.I.E.L.D., Nick Fury was expected to be fluent in multiple languages. But since different languages had different ways of expressing things, he didn't understand Li Si's meaning at first and paused.
"**!"
Li Si added with a cheerful smile.
"That joke wasn't funny. And it's