What Are You Posing for? Who Are You Trying to Impress?

After answering Natasha's call, Nick Fury's expression turned so grim it seemed as though water could drip from it.

"Sir, what happened? What did Natasha say?" Coulson stood nearby with a grave expression, looking at Nick Fury.

"That damned kid demanded that we bring twenty kilograms of Vibranium to ransom them. Otherwise, in two hours, we can go collect Natasha and Barton's bodies."

"!!!" Coulson.

"This kid is making an outrageous demand. Twenty kilograms of Vibranium—he really dared to ask for that? That's two hundred million dollars!"

"Money isn't the issue. The issue is, how did he know that S.H.I.E.L.D. happened to have exactly twenty kilograms of Vibranium in reserve?"

"Uh, you mean Natasha and the others leaked it?"

"Forget it. This isn't the time to worry about that. Natasha and Barton are among S.H.I.E.L.D.'s few elite agents. Nothing can happen to them.

Bring the Vibranium immediately and come with me to Morgan Manor.

This is also a good chance for me to meet that kid and see exactly which expert is advising him from behind the scenes."

"Understood." Coulson nodded and immediately began making preparations.

An hour later, a military jeep slowly came to a stop at the gates of Morgan Manor.

Then Nick Fury, dressed in a black trench coat and wearing an eyepatch, slowly stepped out of the jeep.

Behind him, Coulson, dressed in a suit, followed closely while carrying a combination case.

"Mr. Loren, I'm here. Shouldn't you open the gate and let me in for a chat?"

Nick Fury stood before the manor's enormous gates and slowly spread his arms, striking a carefree pose.

But at that moment, a black figure descended from the sky and, without a word, slammed a fist into Nick Fury's face.

The powerful blow knocked Nick Fury unconscious on the spot.

"You're here already, so why are you striking a pose and acting so damn smug?"

At that moment, a slightly mocking voice came from the figure's mouth. The newcomer was none other than 2B.

"You—!" Seeing his superior knocked out by 2B the moment he appeared, Coulson's face filled with fury as he opened his mouth to say something.

But before he could speak, 2B sent a sweeping kick into his head.

He too instantly lost consciousness.

"What do you mean, 'you'? Once you're on my boss's turf, you follow my boss's rules. No outsider enters the manor with their eyes open unless the boss permits it."

2B spoke with a hint of smugness as she dragged Coulson and Nick Fury toward the manor villa.

If S.H.I.E.L.D. agents had seen this scene, they probably would have wet themselves in terror.

After all, Nick Fury and Coulson were both high-ranking figures within S.H.I.E.L.D. In ordinary times, they stood high above everyone else.

Yet now, they were being dragged across the ground by 2B like dead dogs. The contrast was as vast as heaven and earth.

This was a true grinding into the dirt!

Five minutes later, two more people were kneeling on the floor of the solemn, luxurious hall.

Who else could they be but Nick Fury and Coulson?

"Loren Morgan, is this how you treat your guests?"

"You're too despicable. You actually launched a sneak attack."

Nick Fury had only awakened from unconsciousness a minute ago, and fury burned in his heart.

As the director of S.H.I.E.L.D., he held an exalted status. When had he ever suffered such humiliation?

Even military generals and the President in the White House would show him some respect when they met him.

They might not treat him like an honored guest, but basic courtesy was guaranteed.

Yet this eighteen-year-old boy before him had not only failed to come out and welcome him.

He had even sent his subordinate to knock them unconscious. What kind of hospitality was that?

This was simply shamelessness. Pure hooligan behavior!

If his life were not currently in someone else's hands, he would have cursed him with one hundred percent of Fuck Hero's power.

"Guests? Hmph. Do you have some kind of misunderstanding about your own identity?"

Hearing Nick Fury's words, Loren gave a cold laugh, his face full of mockery.

At that moment, he slowly rose from the sofa.

Immediately, an indescribably terrifying aura radiated from his body, making the four people kneeling on the ground taste fear.

They had never imagined that this eighteen-year-old boy could possess such an imposing presence!

That gaze, that expression, that posture—they were suffocatingly oppressive.

In an instant, Loren seemed like an entirely different person in their eyes.

Just moments ago, he had appeared carefree and unruly, but now he resembled a monster that had crawled out of an abyss.

The way he looked at them made it seem as though he wanted to swallow them alive.

"Nick Fury, do you really think I'm just some little kid who knows nothing?

I never wanted to have anything to do with S.H.I.E.L.D. After all, an organization that had been infiltrated by Hydra for years without realizing it was simply too pathetic to even be worth mentioning.

To put it bluntly, you're a bunch of useless idiots, a pack of incompetents not even worthy of my attention.

But you, you black egghead, are absurdly confident, always thinking S.H.I.E.L.D. can control everything.

Fine, if you want to control things, then control them!

But you just had to reach out toward me. Do you think the Morgan Family is easy to bully?"

Loren spoke in an icy tone as he strolled leisurely over to Nick Fury.

The moment he finished speaking, his right leg shot out like lightning.

Nick Fury immediately flew into the air like a kite with its string cut.

He then flew backward for more than ten meters before crashing into a stone pillar in the hall.

"Ugh... cough, cough, cough!!"

The powerful impact made Nick Fury's blood churn, and he spat out blood.

Then his vision swam with stars as he coughed continuously, looking utterly miserable.

He had never expected Loren to suddenly attack him. Fortunately, he had worn a bulletproof vest on the way here, or he would already be dead.

What he did not know was that Loren had only used thirty percent of his strength in that kick.

If he had kicked with full force, forget a bulletproof vest—even a steel plate would have been kicked through. Nick Fury could not possibly have survived.

"Young Master Loren, it's a misunderstanding. This is all a misunderstanding. We never meant anything by it. We were only conducting a routine investigation.

We never intended to become your enemy. Now that the investigation has been concluded, we absolutely will not meddle in your affairs again."

Seeing Loren attack their superior directly without any restraint, Coulson was startled and hurriedly began explaining.

"Heh, what a fine 'routine investigation.' Coulson, you truly are worthy of being a Level 8 S.H.I.E.L.D. agent. You certainly have a talent for words.

Since that's the case, I'll believe you for now. Consider today's kick a lesson for your superior.

If there's a next time, I won't mind making your entire S.H.I.E.L.D. organization disband.

You should know that the Morgan Family has the ability to do that."

After kicking Nick Fury away, Loren shifted his gaze to the combination case beside Coulson.

"It's time to hand over what I asked for." Loren spoke as he extended his hand toward Coulson.

Seeing this, Coulson did not dare hesitate in the slightest. He immediately entered the code, opened the combination case, and respectfully offered it to Loren with both hands.

Seeing what was inside the case, Loren finally revealed a faint smile.

Because inside was precisely the Vibranium he wanted!!!