After receiving his orders, Coulson left Nick Fury's office.
Nick Fury could not understand it.
What gave the Vampire Clan the confidence to stir up trouble?
A mage who controlled the power of time had now appeared.
Numerous uncanny entities had emerged as well.
Myths and legends around the world were gradually awakening.
Did the vampires have a god of their own, too?
Nick Fury took the files and left the building.
He intended to contact the mole he had planted.
A gloomy street.
Nightfall.
Levi lay in a room filled with a foul stench, contemplating his life.
He had originally been an agent, sent on a mission by his immediate superior.
Now he was no longer human.
He had received a call from his boss that day.
"No. 0843, you've been staring at that dilapidated ceiling for an hour." A deep voice came from the doorway.
Levi turned toward the door and saw only the white of an eye.
He hurried to his feet. "Director!"
Nick Fury stood in the doorway in his signature black coat and eyepatch, watching Levi with a stern expression.
Nick Fury had brought neither Coulson nor Natasha.
Information about undercover agents and spies was best kept from spreading.
Planting Levi among the Vampire Clan had already been fraught with danger.
If more people were allowed to contact Levi, it would not be an undercover operation. It would be sending him to his death.
Slightly puzzled, Levi asked Nick Fury, "Director, is something wrong?"
"Plenty. What rank are you now?"
Levi spread his hands helplessly. "My strength is on par with a viscount's, but my standing is ridiculously low."
His strength was respectable, but his status was low.
The Vampire Clan's hierarchy was much like what the movies depicted.
At the top were princes,