Routine

Donnie instinctively wanted to refuse, but after thinking about it, he felt he could take this opportunity to thoroughly rip off S.H.I.E.L.D. if his guess was correct. He casually took the file and quickly flipped through it.

Fury picked up a cup of tea, blew on it gently, and took a sip, his movements and expression very professional.

Donnie's eyelids twitched instinctively: "You carry tea with you?"

Fury said he sourced it locally from Donnie's home, finding it on the table.

"I'm warning you, don't touch my things, or I won't be polite. You just walk into my house and 'mess around' with my stuff? Next time, I'll definitely lose it with you!" Donnie grumbled. For some reason, he just wanted to get angry now. Even a small matter could make him very upset, let alone Fury making decisions without his consent. He instinctively scratched his head... which made him even angrier.

Fury agreed, lost in thought. This probing wasn't in vain. It seemed this Donnie wasn't as unconcerned as he appeared. At least this house was still something he cared about.

Indeed, Donnie, who still had attachments, was more reassuring.

Donnie continued to look through the documents, his brow furrowing deeper with each page. As expected, the target woman was indeed the one he had suspected. No wonder S.H.I.E.L.D. dared not act rashly.

"You even went to find an outsider like me... Let me guess, you suffered a big loss at her hands? Maybe more than once." Donnie threw the file onto the table and poured himself a cup of tea.

Judging by S.H.I.E.L.D.'s usual behavior, the more powerful someone was, the more interest they would attract. Conversely, if you had some special ability but were weak, they would only monitor you periodically and wouldn't easily disturb your private life as long as you weren't breaking the law.

Daring to cause trouble in front of that old lady was pure suicide. Not to mention, she wasn't exactly good-tempered either. It wouldn't be surprising if she beat S.H.I.E.L.D. agents into a pulp...

"No, we are merely observing. S.H.I.E.L.D.'s power is beyond your imagination." Fury sat calmly, his posture imposing, as if he were merely using this task as a lure to draw Donnie closer.

Donnie scoffed, increasingly too lazy to hide his emotions in front of Fury. Observing? If they were observing, why come to him? Would S.H.I.E.L.D. hand over classified matters to an outsider?

After much deliberation, Donnie finally accepted the commission because the reward Fury offered was too tempting – three million dollars. This was an astonishing sum for him, and Donnie was shocked by S.H.I.E.L.D.'s generosity.

"It seems you really got beaten badly," Donnie quipped.

Fury's eye twitched. The past was unbearable. No matter how many people they sent, they were all beaten. It was a tragedy; that woman was outrageously strong.

After sitting for a while longer, Fury finally got up to leave, and Donnie couldn't have been happier.

"Leaving already? Why not sit a bit longer? No need to rush off." Donnie offered a fake smile and pleasantries, eager for Fury to get lost.

So Fury sat back down, a playful expression on his face, and continued to drink his tea.

Donnie muttered a curse under his breath, calling him shameless, and felt a headache coming on. He instinctively rubbed his head, feeling its smoothness... which only made his headache worse. This time, he was about to explode with anger.

Fury slowly finished his tea, completely lacking the brisk efficiency he had shown while handling documents earlier. Most infuriatingly, he even carefully ate a few residual tea leaves, shaking his head as if savoring the aroma. This made Donnie furious, and he directly urged him to leave.

Fury finally decided to leave, this time for real. If he stayed any longer and caused more trouble, he would truly push Donnie over the edge.

"Wait! What about the payment? Pay me my reward quickly!" Donnie shamelessly reached out his hand to ask for the money. He could easily take the money first and then slack off. As for when he would complete the mission? Donnie doubted he'd ever go. After all, that old lady had lost her lover over a hundred years ago, and her temper was truly... When she got angry, she could even beat Superman Clark into submission. It was too terrifying.

"Your payment is all outside, delivered in kind." Fury gestured to the two cars outside. "The first car contains two boxes of silver bullets and a box of UV grenades, which should be what you need most. The other car contains a batch of titanium alloy, the latest alloy produced by Stark Industries, which should be to your liking."

A trap, it was all a trap...

Donnie watched as Fury drove away in his car, followed by a swarm of agents. The place that had been bustling moments before suddenly became quiet.

Donnie had been played, he was sure of it. They provided him with a large cache of weapons to deal with vampires, cleaning up the mess for S.H.I.E.L.D., and then casually handed him a mission. This would not only bring them closer but also allow Donnie to act as their scout to test the target's true strength. What a case of "robbing Peter to pay Paul"...

Capitalists are evil, and S.H.I.E.L.D. is even more detestable than capitalists.

Donnie, holding the file in his hand, began planning how to use this opportunity to thoroughly rip off S.H.I.E.L.D. He was determined to shift the blame for this major incident with the target boss entirely onto S.H.I.E.L.D. As he thought about it, Donnie happily prepared to rush out to see his new weapons.

He wasn't too worried about himself; he had Quicksilver as his muscle! With that astonishing speed, Quicksilver alone could torment those vampires to death, making his own involvement unnecessary. He had a very reliable and powerful helper.

His only remaining phone rang at an inopportune moment. It was Fury, who had left not long ago. Fury formally informed him that according to satellite surveillance, Pietro seemed to have gone all the way to mainland East Asia just to get a meal...

For some reason, Donnie suddenly felt exhausted, not even having the energy to be angry. The old bartender at the door woke up, picked up his liquor bottle, and continued drinking. He even started singing loudly when he got drunk, his off-key singing so unbearable. His neighbors, woken by the singing, opened their windows and cursed, but the old bartender sang even more heartily.

Donnie slumped onto the sofa, covering his head in pain. He felt the smooth skin there and felt even more tired, utterly exhausted.

None of the guys around him were reliable. He had to roll up his sleeves and handle everything himself. His heart felt so weary. He even suspected that this was all Fury's doing, deliberately trying to manipulate him into relying on S.H.I.E.L.D. for convenience.

Donnie silently committed the plan for that special team to memory. The immediate priority was to deal with the threat of the vampires. The vampires wouldn't let him off easily, and Deacon, that ambitious schemer, was also plotting something. No matter what, he had to get involved. He also still had his sights set on seizing a batch of treasures from the vampires – gold, jewelry, anything valuable he could grab. He was practically broke and felt like he was lacking money everywhere.