White waves rolled across the boundless sea as S.H.I.E.L.D.'s immense Helicarrier slowly broke free of the water. Its massive body rose into the air, and the tremendous airflow churned up huge ripples across the surface.
As it continued to climb, the stealth coating across its surface fully activated. Light warped around the enormous vessel, and it faded from sight, vanishing into the clouds high above. It hovered silently beneath the atmosphere, entering all-weather stealth combat mode.
Everything in the command cabin was orderly.
Steve Rogers calmly pulled ten dollars in cash from his pocket and dutifully handed it to Nick Fury.
Their earlier bet had been settled. The Helicarrier had indeed managed it, and the big thing had genuinely surprised him. He had lost the bet.
Nick Fury accepted the ten dollars and slipped it into his pocket without a change of expression, a trace of barely perceptible satisfaction hidden in his eyes.
Rimuru, who had watched the whole thing from the side, saw the inexplicably classic yet comical scene and instantly found a parody line popping uncontrollably into his head.
"I'm your master, and I'm late."
Hadn't the sweet-talking Captain also complained about how much prices had gone up?
He could picture it vividly in an instant.
Immediately afterward, the famous parody scene that had circulated online in his previous life came to mind.
Nick Fury's face darkened, and he coldly ordered someone to fly a plane straight into him and kill him.
Thinking of that absurd, strangely infectious scene, Rimuru couldn't help curling his lips into an exceedingly odd, sinister grin.
Agent Hill, who had been standing by throughout and was always attentive to detail, was already baffled.
She couldn't understand why Captain America, Steve, had given ten dollars to Nick Fury, the Director of S.H.I.E.L.D., and she