Storming S.H.I.E.L.D.

Apocalypse carefully went over details he had not paid much attention to before, only then realizing how terrifying the truth behind them was.

Compared to that, the little power he had gained was hardly worth mentioning.

His greatest advantage was knowing how the plot would unfold. He could use that foresight to develop quietly and build up his strength.

If he acted arrogant and unstoppable just because he had gained a little power, unaware of the vastness of the world, he might attract some hidden final boss and die a completely undeserved death.

He still had a beautiful wife who had run away from home. He could not die for nothing and let some other man benefit.

Thinking of this, Apocalypse felt there was something else he needed to do.

Apocalypse searched the map.

He found an organization called the "Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division." This was the legendary S.H.I.E.L.D.—the Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division!

The location of the S.H.I.E.L.D. building was not classified. It could easily be found on a map or by satellite.

When ordinary people heard a name involving strategic defense and logistical support, they simply lumped it together with ordinary military organizations and paid it little attention.

S.H.I.E.L.D. had indeed kept a low profile in its early days and made no major moves.

It was not until the Superhero War arrived that it emerged into the public eye and took on the responsibility of protecting humanity.

After daybreak.

Apocalypse changed into a new set of clothes and arrived at the entrance to S.H.I.E.L.D.

Outside S.H.I.E.L.D. stood a guard post, while armored vehicles and elite soldiers constantly entered and exited through the gates.

Apocalypse slowly walked up to the guard post.

One of the two soldiers stopped him. "Halt! Please show your pass."

Apocalypse shrugged. "I don't have a pass. I'm here to find my wife."

"What?" The soldier thought he had misheard. "Do you know what kind of place this is? You came here looking for your wife?"

Apocalypse pointed at the gate. "Isn't it written right there? S.H.I.E.L.D."

"Get lost. Your wife isn't here. Go look somewhere else." The soldier looked impatient.

Apocalypse was in no rush. "I even brought the marriage certificate. I came to ask your director to give me back my wife."

"Hahahahaha..." The two soldiers burst into laughter. "First thing in the morning, and we get to hear something this funny. Someone actually came to demand a wife from our director."

One soldier said, "Fifty bucks says the director brought some beauty back from a bar last night. She might still be in his bed."

The other soldier clapped his hand. "Deal. I'll add another hundred bucks. I bet she's an Oriental beauty."

Apocalypse smiled. "Since you work with my wife, I won't beat you up for running your mouths. Notify Nick Fury. If he doesn't come out, I'm going to raise hell."

"Hahahahaha... You're going to lose your temper? You're killing me. Do you even know where you are?"

"An Oriental came to S.H.I.E.L.D. to throw a tantrum? Hahaha, this has to be the funniest joke of the year."

"No, that can only rank second. Coming here to look for his wife is the funniest one. Hahahahaha..."

Apocalypse frowned. This was S.H.I.E.L.D., where Black Widow worked, and they would play an important role in protecting Earth in the future.

He really could not lower himself to the level of these soldiers and start fighting and killing over it.

Apocalypse turned toward a surveillance camera and said, "Nick Fury, I know you're watching me. If you don't come out now, I really will raise hell."

Black Widow had married him under a false identity while carrying out a mission. As director, Nick Fury could not possibly be unaware of it. Black Widow would certainly have included it in her report.

If it were only because of that identity, Director Fury might genuinely not remember him.

After all, in their eyes, he was just an insignificant nobody.

But the battle last night had already exceeded the realm of ordinary people. It had been a superhuman battle.

S.H.I.E.L.D. had definitely gathered intelligence on it.

Otherwise, they would not have been able to find Hulk so easily later and recruit him into the Avengers.

That showed S.H.I.E.L.D. had always been tracking these superheroes.

In The Avengers 1, they had invited Doctor Banner over to track the Tesseract while he was not transformed, and they had been nervous beyond belief.

On the surface, Black Widow was the only one who appeared. In reality, an elite squad had been lying in wait nearby.

Banner merely pretended to roar, yet Black Widow was so frightened that her face went pale as she drew her gun on Doctor Banner. The hidden elite squad was completely exposed as well.

That showed just how much pressure Hulk put on them.

Last night, he had fought two opponents alone and performed even better than Hulk.

Apocalypse believed that from the very second he appeared at the gates, S.H.I.E.L.D. had already gone on full alert inside.

Seeing that the building remained silent and unresponsive, Apocalypse dropped his smile and deliberately shouted, "Nick Fury, then I'll show you what it means to raise hell! Yah, yah, yah..."

In an instant, alarms blared!

Countless gun barrels aimed at Apocalypse, and an urgent voice came through the loudspeakers:

"Don't fire! Don't fire!"

Unfortunately, it was too late.

"Rat-a-tat-tat-tat..."

Apocalypse flew into a rage. He stomped his foot, and with a boom, the ground cracked as the guard post collapsed outright.

With a flash, he dodged the bullets and charged straight inside.

Beyond the guard post was a vast plaza filled with countless pieces of military equipment.

A tank slowly turned its cannon toward him and fired a shell.

Apocalypse crossed his arms in front of himself.

With a boom, a fireball erupted and engulfed his entire body.

The gunfire around him abruptly stopped, as everyone assumed the intruder had been dealt with.

Yet in the next instant, the flames vanished, and Apocalypse's figure slowly emerged. The surrounding soldiers were so frightened that they even forgot to fire.

What kind of monster was this? He had taken a tank shell head-on?

"Roar..."

Apocalypse gave the tank no second chance. With an enraged roar, he blasted a deep crater beneath his feet and instantly crossed dozens of meters, slamming directly into the tank.

Boom... Creak... Creak...

A deafening crash rang out. Black smoke rose from the tank's engine before it immediately stalled.

But that was not the end. Apocalypse grabbed the side of the armor plating and tore. The fifty-millimeter steel plate, capable of resisting armor-piercing rounds, let out an ear-splitting screech as he ripped it apart.

The two drivers inside stared in utter shock. Before they could understand what was happening, Apocalypse threw them out.

Then he hooked an arm around the cannon barrel, exerted force through his waist, lifted the tank weighing dozens of tons high into the air, and smashed it into the ground with a boom.

Boom... Boom... Boom... Boom... Boom...

Like a massive hammer, the tank smashed more than a dozen huge craters into the ground.

Several armored vehicles and tanks had just begun to turn their cannons toward Apocalypse when he swung the tank around wildly and reduced them to scrap.

Fortunately, he was not Hulk or Abomination and would not lose himself in limitless power. Otherwise, no one knew how many people would die at S.H.I.E.L.D. today.

The current S.H.I.E.L.D. only had the framework of an organization. In truth, it did not possess many superheroes worth mentioning.

Its strongest hero, Captain Marvel, was still maintaining peace in other galaxies.

"Mr. Tang, please stop! We can talk this out! We can talk this out!"

A voice rang out from afar.

Director Fury, who looked like a hard-boiled egg, jogged out of the building.

Director Fury himself was resolute and cold. In the original plot, even when he was attacked, severely injured, and facing uncertain life or death, he had not shown the slightest panic.

Yet when facing Apocalypse now, a faint sheen of sweat appeared on his face. It was unclear whether he had been frightened or simply winded from running.

Apocalypse held the tank and glanced in his direction.

Nick Fury instinctively took a step back, afraid that Apocalypse would throw the tank weighing dozens of tons at him without another word.

Boom...

Apocalypse set the tank down and slowly walked toward Nick Fury.

At least several hundred weapons of all kinds were aimed at him now, but no one dared fire again.

The closer Apocalypse came, the more sweat gathered on Nick Fury's forehead.

When he reached him, Apocalypse said, "It seems you don't welcome me very much. You had to make me raise hell before you were willing to come out."

Director Fury hurriedly said, "A misunderstanding. It was all a misunderstanding. I apologize on behalf of the soldiers."

The two soldiers at the guard post were already drenched in cold sweat. They had thought he was an idiot, but who would have expected him to be such a terrifying figure?

We're finished. We mocked him just now. Will this powerhouse hold it against us?

Apocalypse said, "Stop talking nonsense. You know why I'm here!"

Director Fury said, "How about we go inside and talk?"

Apocalypse smiled. "Aren't you afraid that if we fail to reach an agreement, I'll tear down your S.H.I.E.L.D. from the inside?"

"Mr. Tang, you jest. I believe you are a reasonable man."

Nick Fury thought to himself, Being afraid would be useless. If you truly want to tear this place down, we can't stop you outside either.

They arrived at a large office on the top floor of the building, which rose dozens of stories high.

Apocalypse got straight to the point. "Where is Natasha?"

Director Fury said, "She isn't at headquarters. She rarely returns under normal circumstances. We need her to remain on standby around the world at any time."

"Since she isn't here, I'll talk to you first."

"Please, go ahead."

Apocalypse said casually, "It's nothing else. I came to find my wife. She left me on our wedding day, and I haven't seen her in so many days. I miss her greatly."

Nick Fury's expression turned serious. "Mr. Tang, you should know that... that was a fake wedding. It does not count."

Director Fury was extremely nervous inside, but he had no choice but to tell the truth.

They had originally thought Black Widow's fake marriage for a mission had merely used an insignificant nobody. Who could have imagined he was such a terrifying figure?

A powerhouse of this level had come to demand an explanation. Nick Fury felt deeply uneasy and did not dare deceive him to his face.

"Hmph. You say it was fake, and that makes it fake? The wedding was held, and we even have a marriage certificate. Now you dare tell me it was fake?"

Nick Fury said helplessly, "Mr. Tang, at our level, we all know that the local laws of City of God do not bind us. We did not know of your strength before this. It was our fault to send an agent to approach you, and I apologize for that. Whatever you want, please state it plainly."

"Hahahahaha, straightforward. Director Fury, then I'll be direct. I'm marrying Natasha, and no one can stop me!"

Nick Fury's expression changed as thoughts raced through his mind.

Could this powerhouse before him have taken a fancy to Black Widow's beauty and intended to forcibly take someone from S.H.I.E.L.D.?

Should he resist, or sacrifice Black Widow alone?

"Mr. Tang, are you planning to take her by force?"

If Apocalypse truly made a move, Nick Fury was even considering whether to call Captain Marvel back.

Apocalypse said, "No! I came today to make a demand, one that requires the director's cooperation. If you can't do it, I'll smash S.H.I.E.L.D."