One-Eyed Dragon

Donnie's house was bustling at the moment.

Several cars were parked outside. Many black-clad people in formal attire were coming and going through his house, carrying all kinds of documents.

Nick Fury, director of S.H.I.E.L.D., was leading people in working inside Donnie's house, drawing curious looks from the neighbors.

When Donnie drove up to his doorstep, he was dumbfounded by the sight. This was his home—where had all these people come from?! They were clearly treating it like their own home and not acting like outsiders at all.

Old Bartender lay outside, leisurely sipping his liquor with great satisfaction.

Donnie dragged the glasses-wearing man over and demanded to know what was going on.

"I told you to watch the house. Don't tell me you let the wolf in!" Donnie suppressed his anger.

Old Bartender looked up, and his drunken eyes were immediately blinded by the sight. "Huh? You changed your hairstyle? It looks great!"

Donnie kicked him unconscious on the spot. The last thing he wanted right now was for anyone to praise his hairstyle. With a dark face, he warned the snickering Pietro that if he dared tell anyone, Donnie would beat him to death just like Old Bartender.

Pietro instinctively crossed his arms, lifted his chin, and looked at people sideways, making him extremely irritating. He curled his lips disdainfully, still bitter over losing to Donnie. He felt Donnie had won through trickery. In a normal fight, no one could possibly be that insane—blowing up his enemy while nearly blowing himself up first.

Donnie said, "When it comes to a real fight, who gives a damn about methods? Whatever kills you is the best method. When an enemy knows they can't do anything to you, the best move is to perish with you. If I die, don't think you'll get to live alone."

Pietro was arrogant and had never liked listening to others nag at him. He had always believed his choices were right. But he did take some of Donnie's words to heart—only some.

To be honest, Pietro looked at Donnie with a little fear. Donnie's "suicidal" attack had truly frightened him. Pietro had not been injured, while Donnie himself had been badly hurt. But Donnie really had the nerve to do it. He was far too ruthless—when he went crazy, he even beat himself up.

Without realizing it, Pietro developed a trace of awe toward Donnie. This was what a real tough guy was like—someone who truly dared to be ruthless...

Donnie's expression darkened as he strode into the house, roughly shoving aside several people who tried to stop him and heading straight inside.

Nick Fury sat calmly on the sofa, smoothly working through a mountain of documents and issuing orders to the people around him. He looked completely in control, imposing beyond measure. His remaining eye did not even blink as it stared at the materials in his hand, as though the entire world contained nothing but those documents awaiting processing.

"One-Eyed Dragon? You're Nick Fury?! You actually dared to enter my house without my permission!" Donnie was furious, nearly ready to attack outright. This house was a relic of his family, and he valued it deeply. No matter who it was, he would not allow anyone to damage or disturb this place.

Nick Fury, the king of spies who had led S.H.I.E.L.D. for decades, was feared by countless people. With one eye covered by an eyepatch and the other fixed coldly on whoever he faced, combined with his tall build and scarred face, he exuded an overwhelming pressure.

"I didn't break in on my own. Your butler opened the door for me. Besides, I've been waiting here for three whole hours! Three hours! Do you know how much I could get done in three hours?" Fury remained calm. He had long known Donnie would be unhappy and had already prepared an excuse to fire back with. But when he looked up, his remaining eye was nearly blinded too.

"Huh? You changed your hairstyle? It looks great! But why are your eyebrows gone too?" Fury teased. Though he had received word beforehand, seeing it in person was still harsh on the eyes.

Donnie launched into a string of curses, instantly developing immense hostility toward the head spy.

Blergh!

Pietro reacted violently. Seeing Director Fury's equally bald head—only Fury's was black—he was struck by a thought and promptly vomited again. He remembered the scenes from the battlefield just now, which had left some terrifying shadows in his mind.

This successfully provoked the director's hostility.

"Did you join the Brotherhood? Or the X-Men?" Fury asked. Having fought the Brotherhood for years, he had recognized Pietro long ago. This absurdly fast guy had once given them endless headaches.

Donnie shook his head and said flatly, "I have no intention of joining either side for now. You don't need to worry about anything."

Donnie pulled out a brick and viciously brought it down under the glasses-wearing man's terrified gaze. It seemed the kinetic energy he had accumulated before was enough; this strike rarely landed a critical hit, and the glasses-wearing man screamed before passing out.

The glasses-wearing man was despairing. He had behaved very obediently the entire way, afraid Donnie would find an excuse to deal with him. Yet he was still dealt with, and the process had been so brutal.

"Alright, now we can talk seriously." Donnie's expression returned to calm. Dealing with a spymaster like Fury was undoubtedly troublesome.

Pietro finished vomiting, casually wiped his mouth, greeted them, and ran out. He was hungry and needed to get something to eat.

"So that kid will be following you from now on?" Fury asked.

Donnie shamelessly nodded in admission, saying Quicksilver would be following him from now on.

Fury neither agreed nor disagreed, but he felt somewhat envious. It was far too difficult for an official organization like theirs to recruit powerful superhuman fighters. Many people kept their distance the moment they heard where S.H.I.E.L.D. was from. It was already a good outcome if they did not start fighting.

"Let's talk business. I came to see you because I have something important to discuss." Fury pulled a thick stack of documents from the pile and handed it to Donnie, signaling him to take a look. "I'm forming a special team and would like to invite you to join us."

Fury told him that the team was specifically meant to handle certain supernatural crises. Its members could be considered semi-external personnel, with great autonomy in their daily lives. When there was nothing to do, they could act freely. S.H.I.E.L.D. would not interfere and would instead provide them with certain conveniences, such as various identification documents.

"'Semi-external personnel' is a nice term. It's practically an all-purpose vague label. When the time comes, you can explain it however you want," Donnie mocked coldly, ridiculing Fury for still playing word games at a time like this.

"If you won't join the X-Men or the Brotherhood, then we are your best choice. We absolutely won't interfere with your private life. You should know that some people have always been wary of you. After all, you live in New York City, so you need some restrictions."

"Restrictions on a piece of paper? Do they really think that if I sign my name on a sheet of toilet paper, my Destiny will have to follow whatever's written on it from then on? Tearing up agreements is what those politicians love doing most. In their eyes, I'm afraid this agreement isn't even worth toilet paper."

"At least it can put them at ease. If you accept, you can at least convey to them that you're someone they can communicate with. Once there's a beginning, everything else can be discussed slowly. Aren't you planning to deal with Vampires? We can send agents or help you contact a group of outstanding Vampire Hunters. You can have more helpers."

Fury continued persuading him. He was a skilled speaker, analyzing all kinds of pros and cons for Donnie. Some of what he said did make sense. Even though Donnie knew S.H.I.E.L.D. was a huge pitfall, he was still somewhat tempted.

Wearing the skin of an official organization really could solve many unnecessary problems. The New York police had already listed him as a dangerous person requiring close attention. Almost every time he went out, if he ran into the police, they would stare at him. It was very uncomfortable.

"Actually, we have a very troublesome matter on hand right now and would like to hire you for it. Even if you don't plan to join us, you should have no problem accepting a job like a mercenary, right? Our payment is very generous." Fury finally revealed his true intentions, hoping to take the opportunity to give Donnie a mission first.

"You don't need to handle this immediately. You can wait a while, because the target has a stable job somewhere. I want to hire you to approach a woman and gather intelligence on her. She's a very beautiful woman. According to our investigation, she's very strange. We haven't rashly alerted her; we've only placed her on our priority watch list."