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When Shasha stepped out of the academy, he couldn't help but sigh. The professor's tolerance and Jean Grey's dissatisfaction left him feeling contemplative. However, a mission was a mission; as for joining, that could be set aside—collaboration was still an option.
It was worth mentioning that Charles had told Shasha about what happened after he lost consciousness. Erika seemed to have been taken away by her friend, who, based on Charles's description, Shasha recognized almost instantly.
Stick Sage and Daredevil.
Although he was worried about Erika's current situation, with Stick Sage and Daredevil around, he didn't have to worry about her being attacked by those ninjas from the Hand-to-Hand Meeting.
Knowing that Erika was safe, Shasha temporarily abandoned his plan to search for her. If Erika wanted to come back, she would naturally return; her absence meant she had things to resolve, which was a tacit understanding between the two of them.
Returning to his empty home, he felt a bit unaccustomed to being alone.
He sighed and looked down at his hands, clenched his fists, and felt the intensity of Vibration. His expression gradually became strange. He never expected that after a battle, his abilities could actually level up. This undoubtedly informed him of the potential for growth in his powers and that practical experience was a way to gain greater strength.
Just as Shasha was planning for his future, a knock on the door suddenly interrupted him.
He opened the door to reveal Li Qianhuan's charming face. She peeked inside and, upon noticing that Erika was seemingly absent, smiled. "Want to go grab lunch together?"
Shasha was about to decline when his stomach suddenly growled with hunger, making him awkwardly nod in agreement.
As Shasha went out for a meal with Li Qianhuan, discussions about him continued unabated in the world above.
S.H.I.E.L.D., a secret organization that had existed in America for nearly a century, had repeatedly defended the nation against invasions from foreign countries and extraterrestrial beings. Its contributions were undeniable. However, no one knew that this mysterious organization's base was not located anywhere on Earth but rather continuously cruised in the skies above.
The Helicarrier was an ultra-modern technology developed by S.H.I.E.L.D. over fifty years. As the organization's base of operations, it not only possessed formidable defensive capabilities but also boasted firepower capable of instantly destroying an entire nation.
At that moment, in the conference room of the Sky Fortress, several senior agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. were gathered. If Shasha were present, she would undoubtedly recognize one of them as Blade, whom she had just parted ways with not long ago.
Seated at the head of the table was a serious-looking Black man wearing an eye patch and sporting a beard. He was none other than Nick Fury, the current director of S.H.I.E.L.D., known as the One-Eyed Man.
"This is the satellite footage intercepted last night from Brooklyn," he said.
The black screen suddenly lit up, revealing Shasha in the midst of a brutal massacre at a Hand-to-Hand Meeting.
After a moment, the image froze on Shasha's face, which bore a bloodthirsty smile as the ground around her began to crack.
"Old buddy, it seems your intel was off. This guy is more than just skilled," Nick remarked, glancing at Blade, who looked surprised.
Blade shrugged in response. "Even if you ask me, I wouldn't know. After all, he never displayed any special abilities in front of me. As far as I remember, he was just someone with decent skills and quick reflexes."
Nick frowned, deep in thought as he began to piece together the clues. After a while, he slowly said, "So, at that time, he didn't show any abilities. Can I assume that he didn't have those abilities back then? And that he acquired them only after parting ways with you?"
Blade considered this for a moment and nodded slightly. "It's possible."
Nick pondered for a moment before turning to the woman sitting across from him. "Natasha, did you notice anything unusual during your surveillance of him?"
The woman addressed by Nick was strikingly beautiful with an alluring figure and wavy auburn hair that added to her charm. However, none of the men present dared to look directly at her.
She was Natasha Romanoff, known as the Black Widow, one of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s few Tenth Level Agents.
"No anomalies detected; I found no evidence of him interacting with any suspicious individuals. Aside from work, he was just taking on contracts from assassins."
Hearing Natasha's words, Nick furrowed his brow even tighter. After a moment, he sighed and said, "For now, block his information and classify the danger level as A-Class. As for contact..."
He glanced at the calm Blade before finally settling his gaze on the expressionless Natasha. "You will be in charge."
Natasha paused in surprise, then frowned. "Wasn't I supposed to make contact with Tony Stark last time?"
"We can put that on hold for now; after all, that guy hasn't shown any traits beyond being a playboy."
Natasha shrugged. "Since you say so, I might as well give it another try."
With that, a playful smile crept onto her lips, one that seemed to carry the mischievousness of a cat playing with its prey.
Far away in a restaurant on Queens Street in New York, Shasha couldn't help but shiver, as if she were being watched by some dangerous creature.
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