Nick-Fury didn't know why Superman Lieutenant General recruited him, but that didn't stop him from agreeing.
Weekend weekends, triple pension, single apartment in New York, luxury suite in Las Vegas, and casino VIP customer treatment...
These are all benefits that the CIA does not have.
If those colleagues knew about it, they would definitely rush to S.H.I.E.L.D. to apply for a job, even if it was a temporary job.
Being an agent is not about love. Faced with higher salary and better conditions, everyone knows what to choose.
Young Fury is no exception, although he has some doubts in his heart.
"Lieutenant General Cahill What do you like about me?"
This is where Fury, who left the office, felt puzzled.
As an unknown member of the CIA, he has no impressive resume.
He has led the team to arrest several Soviet Union spies. This is the largest and most creditable operation that Fury has participated in since joining the Intelligence Division.
Compared to the legendary agents inside the CIA who perform various dangerous missions, Fury is nothing.
Lieutenant General Cahill's compliment just now was more like polite words and had no authenticity.
The only person the CIA can talk to on an equal footing is perhaps Director Vandenberg, who also has the military rank of Lieutenant General.
If S.H.I.E.L.D. wants to recruit himself, he only needs to send a letter or give a notification.
There is absolutely no need for Lieutenant General Cahill to go out personally. This is really abnormal.
"What strengths do I have that I don't know about, but were discovered by Lieutenant General Cahill?"
Fury walked into the elevator with such questions. He will go through the entry procedures tomorrow, sign an employment agreement, and become a glorious Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D..
I will definitely treat my colleagues from the CIA to dinner tonight and have some fun.
This is a necessary program.
Fury is already looking forward to the envious expressions on those guys' faces when they know he has triple the pension - well, it seems like no one will really want to receive this money right away.
"My grandpa always told me that while remaining kind, I should also be vigilant at all times."
As the elevator went down, Fury returned to the lobby, looking up at the shining silver eagle emblem.
As a black man who suffers from discrimination, he does not believe that there is any unwarranted kindness in this world, and that everything is driven by profit.
In the view of young Fury, even if Luke chooses to recruit him because his butt is perky enough, it is more convincing than pure appreciation.
Of course, the above is a completely unreasonable assumption.
Who in the political and military circles centered on Washington D.C. doesn't know that Luke has a beautiful lover named Italy, and that he is quite close to Miss Carter, the commander of S.H.I.E.L.D. in private.
And, according to rumors from unknown channels.
Even the representative of Mutants, White Queen of Hellfire Club, actually had an improper and ambiguous relationship with him.
Therefore, how could Lieutenant General Cahill, who has such a romantic reputation, be interested in Fury.
Even if they have a higher butt, they are still Superman's comrades, and Captain America Steve-Rogers are more dangerous.
"A new life is about to begin."
Young Fury shook off these questions and reached out to stop a taxi.
He is ready for a bright future, the kind of promotion, salary increase, and reaching the pinnacle of life.
"Are you very optimistic about this new agent? It's rare to see you waste your precious time on some unknown person."
Luke crossed his arms and stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, watching Nick-Fury leave.
A familiar voice came from behind him, it was the energetic Howard.
"I just want to train a capable helper. As S.H.I.E.L.D. expands, the work Carter has to handle becomes more and more arduous. Such a large organization cannot be supported by her alone."
Luke turned around. After several days of recuperation, this guy Howard looked much more energetic. He must have recovered from the crazy juicing of the female Vampires.
"How are you doing lately? Are you getting along well with that Soviet Union scientist?"
Howard curled his lips and when it came to scientific research, he made no secret of showing the arrogance of a genius.
"I can only say that Anton-Vanko is a good assistant. At least he can follow my rhythm closely. After I finish explaining the design ideas and specific plans, he will not show a dull expression like a chimpanzee."
Look, this biting sarcasm and harsh comments have a very obvious Stark Family style.
"Howard, I have a hunch that sooner or later you will be beaten to death because you are too good at talking."
The corner of Luke's mouth twitched, and he finally understood why Trask and Dr. Zola were unwilling to chat with Howard.
During normal breaks, the two people, who are also top scientists, would rather take a piece of food back to the office to enjoy alone, rather than avoid the chattering father Iron Man.
There is no way, this guy can always quickly and effectively destroy other people's strong appetite and good mood.
"Don't look at me now through the eyes of the past."
Howard pretended to be innocent and said seriously, "Everyone who knows me knows that I am actually elegant, easy-going, approachable, and easy to talk to."
"What stage is your Powered Armor at?"
Luke chuckled and changed the topic.
"It will take some time before it is put into use, especially regarding the materials. I am waiting for your surprise gift package."
Howard held a document in his hand and threw it on the table.
"By the way, I have looked for you several times before. Carter said that you went to... Kathmandu, and planned to take a trip to purify Mind Stone. What's going on?"
"Just like Peggy said, I did go to Kathmandu."
Luke readily admitted that there was no need to hide it.
"Not only that, I also got something extra."
Snap!
He typed the Snap.
A flame lit up at his fingertips.
Subsequently.
The faint light stretched into an arc.
Like a living creature, it changes into different appearances.
It's like a wonderful trick, dazzling people.
"I am now a high-level mage who successfully graduated and was recognized by Kamar-Taj."
Luke raised the corners of his mouth and said softly.
Mage?
Howard stayed for a few seconds, and said sincerely with an unprecedented respectful attitude, "Your respected mage, I want to learn this!"
A strong thirst for knowledge and a blazing flame of curiosity immediately took over his heart.
After meeting Vampires and Werewolves, Howard was very calm about the setting of magic in this world.
"Then you have to wait for a while. The principal of that mage training school is on a business trip recently."
Luke shrugged. He had already expected Howard's reaction.
Obviously, science and women can no longer satisfy Iron Man's father. This guy needs something more exciting.
Learning magic is a good option.
By the way, Iron Man seems to have been Sorcerer Supreme - a certain timeline in the future.
"Back to business, how did the matter I asked you to investigate earlier go?"
Luke cleared his throat and said seriously.
He looked around with Super Vision, not missing a single detail.
Super hearing enveloped the room, not missing any abnormalities.
After confirming that there was no problem in his office, he continued, "The monitoring of the president, and White House. I didn't tell Carter about this, I only told you."
"I haven't found anything wrong yet."
Howard stroked his moustache and said half-jokingly, "If word gets out that Chief S.H.I.E.L.D. is secretly monitoring White House Oval Office, I'm afraid it will cause an uproar, and you may not be able to step down by then."
Luke curled his lips, this is nothing strange.
Probably in more than twenty years, a certain president will be forced to resign due to similar incidents.
"Why do you doubt the president? There are so many Secret Service agents and bodyguards around him, how can something go wrong!"
Howard asked in confusion.
"In addition to sensitive intuition, I found some traces of Silk - about White House."
Luke opened the drawer on his right hand and threw a few blurry photos and a report to Howard.
ps: The second sacrifice of "Zhutian Minghai", beautiful Zhutianwen~
ps: I finally don't have to stay up late and have adjusted my schedule. Good night, dear reader.