Pierce: Only You Take the Blame, You Go Die~

Meanwhile, using Hydra's secretly developed new-generation treatment technology, Alexander Pierce finally removed the bandages covering his entire body.

Stretching his limbs and pacing excitedly around the room, Pierce was so happy that he even started humming a tune.

"Only you, don't be afraid to die, don't you tremble~

Only you, I'll take the blame, you go die~

Only you."

Knock knock.

"Come in."

Alexander Pierce sat upright and watched as his daughter pushed open the wooden door and entered with a strange look on her face.

"Father, just now, I think I heard something. Were you singing—"

"Ahem. Child, you must have heard wrong."

Putting on a show with two coughs, Pierce hurriedly denied it.

"No way, I even remember the lyrics.

Something like, 'Only you, I'll take the blame, you go die,' and all that."

"No, don't talk nonsense. That wasn't me!"

Pierce hurriedly waved his hands, refusing to admit it no matter what.

His daughter did not press the matter. She merely handed him a red gift box.

Pierce accepted the gift box, his old face blooming like a chrysanthemum as he felt immensely pleased with himself.

"Tsk tsk. My child's grown up and even remembered to give me a gift!"

"Let me see what this is."

Though he was overjoyed inside, Pierce still inspected the gift box with exaggerated criticism, setting the mood to the fullest.

Once he felt it was about right, he quickly tore open the box and took out the item inside.

"Ooh~ It's even an East Country product.

How thoughtful. And it has such a pleasant medicinal fragrance!"

Pierce held the item beneath his nose and sniffed it, thoroughly satisfied as he prepared to praise his daughter.

"Father. Director Nick Fury had someone send this over."

Pierce: "..."

Utterly baffled, he turned the item over and over in his hands.

"Daughter, did he say anything?"

His daughter seemed somewhat conflicted. After a long while, she finally spoke softly.

"Director Fury said it was... especially effective for hemorrhoids. Everyone who used it said it was good, and he told you that you absolutely had to try it!"

Pierce felt certain he had misheard. "Ahem, I didn't catch that. What did he say it treated?"

His daughter gave him a sympathetic look and replied.

"Hemorrhoids."

The box fell from Pierce's hand. His old face flushed bright red with rage.

"Motherfucker!"

You damned black egg, I'll remember this!!

S.H.I.E.L.D., Director Fury's office.

"Achoo!!"

"What's wrong, Director Fury? Are you all right?"

Fury casually waved a hand, silently cursing to himself. It was probably some bastard cursing him behind his back again.

Seeing that Director Fury was fine, Coulson, leaning on a cane with bandages wrapped around his body, continued.

"Those people have formed a team called the Defenders and intend to deal with The Hand and Fire Cloud Evil God.

As for information on Shadaloo, S.H.I.E.L.D. is already urgently contacting Interpol.

I believe we'll obtain further intelligence before long!"

Quickly flipping through the documents, Nick Fury offered no opinion and merely nodded silently.

After developing a machine capable of detecting those monsters, they no longer posed a threat to S.H.I.E.L.D.!

All that remained was their small amount of research value.

However, Shadaloo, which had surfaced behind these monsters, caused enormous shock within S.H.I.E.L.D.

After all, an individual with power and an organization with power were entirely different concepts!

Especially after gaining a preliminary understanding of Shadaloo's methods, S.H.I.E.L.D. directly classified it as an international terrorist criminal organization.

They had not made a move yet only because they had not found Shadaloo's headquarters and had no way to wipe them out in one fell swoop.

But Fury believed that with S.H.I.E.L.D.'s global intelligence network backing them, no organization would be able to hide!

"I understand."

Setting the file aside, Fury looked up and scrutinized Coulson from head to toe.

The stare made Coulson's skin crawl, and he asked nervously.

"Director Fury, do you have any other orders? If not, I might need to take some time off."

Hmm?

"T-Time off?

Coulson, you have a far more important mission!"

The moment he heard the words "time off," Fury's eyebrows shot up.

Coulson refused, miserably pointing at his bandage-wrapped head as he argued his case.

"But Director, I'm already like this. I think Natasha can completely take my place."

"No. She doesn't have time right now.

A new supernatural case occurred near the Hudson River. I've already sent Natasha to get Constantine and investigate it."

"Then Agent May should be able to do it."

"Have you forgotten, Coulson?

May has gone to Interpol headquarters. She won't be back anytime soon!"

Nick Fury spoke at length, looking even more ruthless than a heartless capitalist.

Ah. This.

Coulson opened his mouth, still wanting to say something.

But then he watched in stunned disbelief as Director Fury pulled out a cane, propped himself up, and limped out from behind his desk.

Coulson had thought Fury's leg had already recovered and had been quite envious.

Who would have thought? Who would have thought?

"Look."

Leaning on his cane, the director wore an expression of righteous resolve.

"Even I, the director, am leading by example and coming to the front lines. Coulson, I value you so highly—you can't run away at the last moment!"

Fury handed him a document envelope, gave his shoulder an encouraging pat, and began painting the same familiar rosy picture.

"Coulson, I'm not one of those heartless capitalists who don't care about their subordinates.

As for time off, we'll talk about it once you've fully recovered."

Coulson: "."

Silently taking the envelope, he felt like dying.

"Fury... you want me to find him? I don't think that's a good idea!"

"Agent Natasha, at this stage, S.H.I.E.L.D.'s intelligence and understanding of the magical side remain insufficient.

As the only professional currently available, even though he has plenty of issues, we need Constantine's help more."

Silence.

".I understand."

Click.

After hanging up, Natasha continued down the street until she reached a bar at the end of an alley.

It looked thoroughly disreputable. On its crooked pink sign, the words "Sister Margaret's School for Wayward Children" had been scrawled carelessly.

"Hey, babe~ With a body that hot, how much for one night?"

"Is fifty bucks enough? How about a hundred?"

Several thugs at the entrance whistled and leered as they swaggered over.

Poor fools. They had completely mistaken her profession.

".Honestly, no matter where you go, there are always guys who can't keep their second heads under control."

With a cold sigh, Natasha raised one long leg and sent several solid kicks their way.

Ignoring their agonized expressions as they clutched their legs together, Natasha flicked her hair and stepped into the bar.

The overall tone of this book will be fairly lighthearted. Snail suggests everyone keep a relaxed mood while reading; if it can make you laugh, even better.

If you really do not like it and think Snail's writing is utter trash, just close the page and leave. Why make things difficult for yourself, right?

It is not recommended to read this book with that grim, bitter mindset. After all, this is not a traditional fantasy novel, so it does not need those plots where everyone mocks the protagonist, he takes revenge, rises to power, and repeatedly slaps faces.

That is also the point of setting the protagonist, Li Chao, as a dimensional demon god and making this a behind-the-scenes story.

Over the past two days, as the number of favorites increased, more personalized comments had appeared. Although I hadn't replied, I had carefully read every single one.

Normally, I didn't delete comments. But when I encountered comments cursing Snail's novel to be taken down as soon as it went premium, personally attacking Snail, or attacking other readers, Snail would delete them without mercy.

Also, to the person who said I copied someone else's premise and cursed my novel to be taken down once it went premium—I honestly felt too embarrassed to even reply to you.

Marvel Comics: Infinite Possession was the first novel of this type I had ever read. Besides that, I had also read several other excellent works in the same genre, such as A Player in Marvel and Becoming a Behind-the-Scenes Mastermind in Marvel.

I believed some of my readers had read similar works as well, so everyone's cheat ability setups drew reference from that Infinite Possession novel.

If you couldn't accept that, couldn't stand seeing works of the same genre appear, and immediately labeled them plagiarism and cursed them to be taken down whenever you saw one, then there was nothing I could do. I could only say that we simply weren't meant to be. You hadn't read enough on Qidian. That was all.