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In the familiar office of S.H.I.E.L.D., only Nick Fury remained, the others having left the room.
"A monster that can destroy the moon...?" Director Fury leaned over his desk, his gaze fixed on a photograph of a strange creature—the very monster he had just mentioned.
After a long silence, Nick Fury wore an expression of deep exhaustion. As the commander of S.H.I.E.L.D., he usually dealt with people and things that posed indescribable threats to the world. Yet, looking at the image before him, he felt an overwhelming sense of helplessness.
He picked up the phone resting on the desk, hesitating for a moment before dialing a number.
"Dormammu... what do you think about this situation?" Nick Fury forced himself to sound calm. On the other end of the line were some of the strongest individuals on Earth.
"…"
After a lengthy silence, only faint breathing could be heard through the phone. Nick Fury knew that the other party was contemplating how to respond.
"The situation has developed beyond my expectations. I need time to think it over. I'll let you know once I have an answer!" The slow voice carried a tone of fatigue, leaving no room for Nick Fury to ask further questions. As soon as the words were spoken, the call ended, replaced by a series of busy signals.
Setting down the phone, Nick Fury fell into deep thought. The situation with Tony Stark remained unresolved, but now an even greater trouble had emerged. This tangled mess was truly maddening.
…
"Coulson, are you preparing to go to Island Nation?" Chen Fan asked as he watched Coulson pack his bags.
He and Coulson shared a suite, with Coulson acting as a guardian for his other identity. At that moment, Coulson was busy organizing his belongings—some changes of clothes and essential electronic devices.
"That's correct, sir," Coulson replied with a smile. Chen Fan's identity within S.H.I.E.L.D. was shifting towards that of a mascot; no one could afford to lose their temper with him. Yohou sighed softly.
"After all that has happened, I wouldn't want to go if I had a choice, but the agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. are currently searching for Mr. Tony in Afghanistan. There are only a few senior agents left, and aside from those stationed at the base, I'm the most suitable one to head to the Island Nation."
Who wouldn't be afraid of an abnormal creature capable of wreaking havoc on the moon? It was impossible for Coulson not to be scared!
"I'll go too!" Chen Fan said with interest. Compared to the mundane life of a student class leader, he found the Clown Teacher from the Island Nation much more appealing.
"Nonsense!" Coulson's tone grew more serious. Before he could finish his next sentence, a flash of purple electricity flickered before him. He quickly steadied himself, cold sweat breaking out: "Mr. Chen Fan, I apologize; I only raised my voice because I was worried about you!"
"Silphy, relax! Don't press that button; it might get out of control!" Chen Fan also broke into a cold sweat. The electric gun in Maid Sister's hand had been upgraded and could now rival Pikachu.
A hundred thousand volts—are you scared yet?
As Maid Sister put away the electric gun, Coulson finally breathed a sigh of relief. However, when he saw the silver gun in Chen Fan's hand, his brow couldn't help but twitch. He wondered what benefits Mr. Chen Fan had given to the research department; ever since then, those Vibrant Goods had been burning through funds to specially modify electric guns, and they were currently developing a two-hundred-thousand-volt model.
"Mr. Chen Fan, we're not going there for a vacation. Facing that creature poses a constant risk to life; this is no joke. You must have seen the terrible state of the moon!" Seeing Chen Fan's eager expression, Coulson felt overwhelmed and could only struggle to explain in hopes of persuading him to abandon his determination to go to the Island Nation.
In response to Coulson's explanation, Chen Fan snorted lightly, his eyes flashing with disdain. If that Clown Teacher had any ability to harm an innocent person, he would dare to livestream eating excrement!
This flag should be fine, right?
Chen Fan hesitated in self-questioning before shaking his head: "Coulson, don't worry. I guarantee that guy will never kill innocents. As for why... well, it's just a man's intuition!"
Ignoring Coulson's puzzled and slightly suspicious gaze, he thought that if everything turned out as expected, it would be quite boring!
"Silphy, pack your bags; we're going on a trip to the Island Nation!" Chen Fan called out as he maneuvered around Coulson, summoning Maid Sister. In both his past life and this one, he had never set foot in that place.
It was now March, and the cherry blossoms in the Island Nation were just beginning to bloom. As a tourist destination, such scenery was not to be missed.
In the afternoon, after lunch, the team of agents heading to the Island Nation received their orders.
Coulson, as the commander of the mission, had Natasha and Peter providing support, while the rest were covert agents tasked with gathering intelligence.
On the massive aircraft, Chen Fan glanced at the dejected Peter. He couldn't quite understand what kind of blow had left him looking so lifeless, even more so than himself.
Could it be that he had... you know... with Natasha? That didn't seem likely given the lack of support.
As Chen Fan was sizing up Peter, he took a breath and spoke up. "Could you please stop looking at me with those weird eyes? The mascot of S.H.I.E.L.D.!"
Chen Fan was taken aback. Was he talking to me? What kind of setting is this for a S.H.I.E.L.D. mascot?
Being unfairly burdened with the title of class monitor was already infuriating enough; now another nickname had popped up out of nowhere?
"Peter, do you want to experience what a hundred thousand volts feels like?" Chen Fan said calmly, while Maid Sister beside him dramatically brandished a sci-fi-inspired stun gun, crackling with electric sparks that caught everyone's attention.
I knew they would pick on me… Peter shot him a resentful glance and fell silent.
"What on earth is that mascot supposed to be?"
Peter's expression was one of stubborn silence, leaving Chen Fan at a loss for words. He could only turn his gaze elsewhere.
No one?
Chen Fan was puzzled. No matter who he looked at, they would immediately turn their heads away, refusing to meet his eyes. After a few rounds of this, Chen Fan finally understood that none of them intended to speak. After a moment of stalemate, he gave up on prying answers from these people.
"Young Master! It's time for your nap!" the Maid Sister reminded him.
Chen Fan yawned and lay down in the direction indicated by the Maid Sister, resting his head on her smooth, soft legs. Before closing his eyes, he said, "Wake me up when we arrive! Good afternoon, everyone!"
On the aircraft, everyone twitched at the corners of their mouths. It was clear they were here for sightseeing, completely devoid of any tension. Goodness, they were about to confront the culprit behind the moon's destruction! Could they not act like this?
Under this scrutiny, an unusually intense gaze fell upon the spot where Chen Fan's head rested.
Envy—Peter felt an overwhelming sense of envy as he glanced at the two women nearby. Although they were equally beautiful, there was a significant age difference that made things... less than enjoyable!
Sighing helplessly, Peter recalled how he had ended up with a bruised face just to gain a little advantage earlier. It felt particularly unworthy!
...
Time passed slowly as the massive aircraft flew steadily through the air. Even with this cutting-edge flying equipment leading the world, traveling from America to Island Nation would still take some time.
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