Two Top-Secret Documents

What Melina and the others did not know was that the Ke Chen they had been thinking about was living it up amid the bright lights and nightlife of Los Angeles.

When it came to relationships, Ke Chen really was a scumbag.

After telling Melina, "I love you," he could turn around and say the exact same thing to Captain Marvel Carol, and more than once at that.

Naturally, Carol's only responses were "yes" and "oh."

Still, Ke Chen did have some feelings for his two goddaughters.

It was just that those feelings never lasted long before he was dazzled by the pleasures of the outside world and tossed them to the back of his mind.

A profusion of dazzling flowers could easily bewilder the eye...

The glittering world was simply too tempting!

But for Ke Chen, this was also what he himself pursued.

Having come to this world, he had to do what he enjoyed.

For most people, the most important thing in life was probably making something of themselves.

Making something of themselves, put plainly, meant fame and profit, perhaps with power added on top.

But those things were far too mundane for Ke Chen.

His ambitions were different.

He already had wealth. He did not care much for worldly status; long legs were far more practical.

What Ke Chen preferred was indulging both body and mind. People in the United States were best at that—drunk on dreams and numb to reality.

After all, they all loved "freedom."

Ke Chen was destined to be a drifter. Even when he stopped for a while, it only meant he had temporarily reined himself in.

Over the following days, he completely let himself go.

Yet even in Los Angeles, a city filled with countless young and beautiful bodies, Ke Chen still had not found his type.

It seemed his standards were rather high.

So Ke Chen toured the major cities along the West Coast before ultimately deciding to return to New York.

The cities that attracted him most were undoubtedly Los Angeles and New York.

And between the two, he preferred New York.

Perhaps it was because of New York's uniqueness.

Disaster-prone New York.

Inside a New York high-rise, this place had yet to be renamed the S.H.I.E.L.D. Building. Even the Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division had not yet been renamed S.H.I.E.L.D.; its name was obnoxiously long.

But that did not stop it from already taking shape as the largest intelligence agency in the United States.

It handled many matters unknown to the public, including aliens.

Nick Fury had leveraged his contributions involving aliens. After handling matters with Captain Marvel Carol, he had risen through the ranks at a breakneck pace and suddenly gained an office of his own.

Later, he even recovered the Tesseract from a Flerken. Though it cost him one eye, the artifact saw the light of day once more.

They had possessed the Tesseract for a long time before that and had carried out Project P.E.G.A.S.U.S.

But after Project P.E.G.A.S.U.S., the Tesseract disappeared. Now that Nick Fury had recovered it, he naturally received another promotion.

His rise was like riding a rocket, and Nick Fury earned immense appreciation from his superiors.

As Nick Fury gradually entered the upper ranks, he created two top-secret documents.

Only Level Ten agents had clearance to view these two documents, and he even wanted to raise their clearance level further.

They were simply too important.

On the first top-secret document were the words: "Avengers Initiative."

This was an idea that had emerged in Nick Fury's mind after seeing Captain Marvel and the Skrulls.

Only now did he have the means to establish it.

Of course, for the moment, it was only an idea.

There were countless aliens in the universe that Earth could not handle, but so far only the Skrulls had appeared.

And aside from Captain Marvel, he did not know who else on Earth could deal with aliens.

Perhaps...

He could!

Nick Fury looked at the second top-secret document.

He was unsure whether the other party was one person or an organization, so he wrote: "The mysterious man who deceived Captain Marvel."

He was sorry to record it that way, but it was crucial.

Nick Fury only knew that this person was a man, because he had completely fooled Captain Marvel Carol. Even in the end, she had not revealed the slightest bit of information about this mysterious man.

But there was still crucial information. For instance, this man knew that Planet C-53 referred to Earth, and he also knew about the Skrulls.

Therefore, Nick Fury had no choice but to suspect that this man belonged to some ancient, mysterious organization.

It was even possible that he had superpowers too?

Nick Fury filed this mystery away as a top-secret document as well.

He was immensely curious about the man who had deceived Captain Marvel Carol in both body and heart. He had actually dared to fool Carol. After all, she had only just arrived on Earth then, and in such a shocking manner at that.

Yet he had immediately tricked her into going to a hotel for a wild night...

Nick Fury did not even know what to say.

He truly was a role model for men everywhere!

"Coulson, Maria, come to my office and take these documents."

He pressed the intercom on his desk.

Coulson and Maria Hill were his most capable subordinates. Now that he had made it, he naturally had to bring them up with him.

On the plane to New York, Ke Chen listened comfortably to the flight attendant's gentle words, which seemed to whisper right beside his ear.

For someone who enjoyed comfort as much as he did, first class was only natural.

Reclining in the spacious seat, the blonde flight attendant thoughtfully draped a thin blanket over him. Every aspect of the service was impeccable.

The blonde flight attendant was assigned exclusively to first class and waited nearby. As long as Ke Chen crooked a finger, it seemed she would do anything.

The plane was already in the air. The flight from Los Angeles to New York took six hours, since it had to cross all of Flyover Country. With so much time, there was plenty one could do.

However, a white woman with long, straight black hair sat down directly beside Ke Chen.

She was around five foot nine, about as tall as Melina, and her figure was no less impressive.

She also looked like a wealthy socialite.

Ke Chen was somewhat puzzled. This was his private seat.

"Only when I'm on a plane do I think of the land below. No wonder people like to call it Flyover Country."

The wealthy socialite with long, straight black hair spoke to Ke Chen.

For some reason, she was clearly very interested in him and had boldly come over to strike up a conversation.

Ke Chen was used to this. At parties, all sorts of bold women frequently approached him. He had no idea how many wanted to try out his "skills."

After all, this was Americans' stereotype of Chinese people!

All he could say was that boys really had to protect themselves when they were out!

"Same here. I'm not very interested in them either."

Ke Chen replied casually.

The wealthy socialite's hair was long, straight, and silky. Her features were somewhat sharp, though. Most white women did not look particularly soft; their facial features were more defined.

"My name is Elektra."

Elektra extended her hand to Ke Chen.

Ke Chen did not refuse and shook her hand.

"Ke Chen."