"Very good."
Mephisto stood up, the smile on his face turned ferocious.
"Then... the contract is concluded."
He pressed the ball of Hellfire in his hand on Fury's chest!
"Embrace it! Nicholas!!"
"Ahhhhhh----!!!"
The screams echoed throughout the safe house.
Fury feels like every inch of his skin and every bone is melting.
His black skin peeled off in the flames and turned to ashes.
His muscles were shrinking and expanding.
Only a few seconds passed, but in his mind it felt like centuries had passed.
Finally.
The flame goes out.
Calm returned to the safe house, with only a faint smell of sulfur filling the air.
The original Nick Fury disappeared.
The strange man standing in front of the mirror now is a white man.
He looks about fifty years old, with gray hair on his temples and the vicissitudes of time etched on his face.
He still wears the iconic eyepatch on his left eye.
He reached out and touched his completely unfamiliar white face, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.
Starting today.
There is no longer the wanted "S.H.I.E.L.D. Rat" Nick Fury.
There is only one Avengers from the return of Hell.
Mephisto looked at the brand new "Nick Fury" in front of him with satisfaction.
"A perfect masterpiece."
"Deal done, Nick. Or do you want a new name? Jerry? Or Tom? Whatever you like."
"None of this is important. What is important is that I will wait for you at Hell. We will have a lot of time to catch up on old times. I will prepare a special seat for you, right next to Hitler."
He elegantly stretched his slender fingers towards the signed parchment contract on the table.
However, the moment his finger touched the contract.
Mephisto's face, which originally had a victor's smile, suddenly became twisted and ferocious.
"What did you do--!"
Hell Lord's voice is no longer elegant, but instead is filled with a sulfurous roar.
His eyes were fixed on the lower right corner of the contract, where there was an additional mark.
A mark that should not appear on any devil's pact.
It was a dark red clay seal with a cross engraved on it, surrounded by a circle of mysterious words that were almost completely worn out.
When Mephisto's finger touched the mark, it made a "sizzling" sound.
"Holy Cross Clay Seal..."
"You actually covered Holy Cross Clay Seal! When you signed the contract with me?!"
Mephisto raised his head, furious, and his eyes turned into two burning flames.
This is the power originating from the tenth realm Angelic Kingdom.
The result was that the contract, which was originally dominated by him and full of his personal color, became a fair transaction under "third-party notarization".
He has lost the "final right to interpret" the terms of the contract, and cannot mix curses into his power, otherwise the contract will be invalid.
"Do you know what you are doing?!"
"The consequences of offending Lord Hell are unbearable for you!"
Mephisto roared, and the devil's shadow climbed all over the wall, seeming to swallow Fury in one gulp.
"Save it."
Fury calmly picked up the pistol that belonged to him from the table and inserted it back into his waist.
"Your anger can only show your helplessness."
"I got this thing accidentally when I was on a mission in a monastery in Berlin in 1988."
Fury's thoughts drifted back to that cold night.
"The old priest gave it to me before he died. He said it would keep the devil in line."
"Although I didn't believe it at the time, I have a good habit of never throwing away anything that might become a trump card."
"I always wear it as a good luck charm."
Fury raised his eyes and looked at Mephisto.
"This thing has been guiding me since you showed up in this room, Mephisto."
"Okay... very good..."
The anger in Mephisto's eyes slowly subsided and became elegant again.
"Nick Fury. I admit, you are the most cunning mortal I have ever seen."
"But don't think you've won."
He stretched out his finger and tapped Fury's heart in the air.
"The contract is still there... using the power of Hell is a curse in itself."
"You will find that some costs cannot be avoided by word games."
"I will watch you and watch you step into the abyss."
After saying that, Mephisto's figure turned into a ball of black smoke and disappeared into the air.
"The price? Everything has a price..."
Fury looked at the disappeared Hell lord and sneered.
"But it must be something I am willing to bear..."
United Kingdom London, University of Greenwich In the particle physics laboratory, scratch papers filled with formulas and half-eaten sandwiches are scattered everywhere.
Jane Foster was lying in front of a complex instrument, concentrating on adjusting the parameters of the gravitational wave detector.
"If we adjust the gravity constant to this frequency band..." she murmured to herself, carefully turning the screwdriver in her hand, "Maybe we can capture those weak spatial fluctuations."
"That's the energy residue of Asgard."
A rich male voice sounded from behind.
Jane's hand shook and the screwdriver almost fell into the instrument.
She turned back sharply, a joyful smile blooming on her face.
"Thor!"
Thor stood at the door, not wearing the ostentatious armor, but put on a mortal jacket and jeans, Mjolnir transformed into an umbrella.
"Hey, Jane." Thor came over and gave her a hug.
"Be gentle! Be gentle! My ribs are not made of metal!" Jane smiled and patted his back.
Thor let go of her, with gentle eyes. "Sorry, I can't always control my strength. How is your research going?"
"It's going very well, thanks to you." Jian pointed to the data, "With the Nine Realms coordinates you provided, my Celestial Convergence paper will probably make those old academics who are still debating whether wormholes exist swallow their dentures."
"That's good." Thor nodded, "Then you continue your work here first. When you finish this part, I will take you to travel."
"Travel?" Jane's eyes lit up, "Where are you going?"
"On Earth." Thor said with a smile, "I heard from my father that Midgard has a place called Norway. There are fjords, aurora, and clear lakes there. It is the place where we Asgardians once visited, and the scenery is beautiful."
"Norway?" Jane wondered for a moment, "It sounds very romantic."
"Yes, it's just the two of us." Thor took her hand and kissed her, "But before that, I have to deal with a little trouble."
"Oh... that Enchantress." Jane's radar activated instantly and she narrowed her eyes vigilantly, "Sif said she was your... old sweetheart?"
"No! Absolutely not!"
Thor immediately raised his hands, reacting like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.
"Sif That's a rumor! Pure rumor!"
"Lorelei is just... just a criminal I arrested six hundred years ago! I only have legal responsibility for her and don't have any personal feelings for her!"
"Really?" Jane looked at him suspiciously, "But I heard that you almost abandoned Mjolnir for her?"
"That's witchcraft! Do you understand witchcraft?"
Thor was so anxious that his face turned red and he danced around to explain.
"I was still young at that time, less than 900 years old, and my willpower was not strong enough. But it is different now!"
Thor patted his chest and vowed.
"My mind is now as solid as a rock! I am completely immune to her magic!"
"Really?"
"I swear by the beard of Odin!"
Jane looked at his serious and silly look and finally couldn't help but laugh.
"Okay, I believe you." She stood up, stood on tiptoes and pecked Thor on the lips, "Go back quickly."
"Okay, my lady, I'll be back soon!"
After saying that, Thor picked up his "umbrella", opened the door and strode out.
Walking to a deserted place, he shouted to the sky.
"Heimdall!"
"Help me see, where is that troublesome woman now?"