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As the former capital of Samba Country, Rio de Janeiro boasts an economy that rivals that of New York. Although much of its economic growth is driven by tourism, it cannot be denied that it holds the title of the economic capital of Samba Country.
Here, there are sunny beaches, passionate samba dancers, and mouthwatering samba cuisine. Many travelers exploring the Americas choose this place as one of their stops.
When Shasha landed in this vibrant Samba Country aboard a military Black Hawk Helicopter, he was greeted not only by Nick Fury but also by a tall, handsome young man exuding an air of integrity.
"Welcome to Samba Country. Although I didn't bring you here to enjoy the beach beauties," Nick said, his tone always a bit of a downer, and this time was no exception.
Shasha firmly shook Nick's hand and, noticing his unchanged expression, remarked with a hint of boredom, "Honestly, I really doubt if you're just an emotionless robot."
Nick's gaze flickered at the comment, but he chose not to respond. Instead, he stepped aside to introduce the young man. "Let me introduce you; this is Steve Rogers."
"Hello, I've heard Nick talk about you. I'm Steve Rogers; my friends call me Rogers."
The young man wore a subtle smile but appeared somewhat serious and reserved—clearly not someone who easily engaged in conversation.
"Shasha, you can call me Samal." Compared to Rogers' seriousness, Shasha was undoubtedly more relaxed. If he didn't know better about Captain America's personality, he might have thought this guy was raised by Nick himself.
After nodding in acknowledgment, the two fell silent.
Under Nick's guidance, Shasha climbed into a military jeep. Once the engine roared to life, he asked, "What exactly did you bring me to Brazil for? If it's not too much trouble, can't you handle it yourselves?"
"First, let me show you some information. After you look it over, I'll explain," Nick said, handing a document to Shasha. His expression was serious, indicating that he was indeed facing a difficult situation.
Upon receiving the document, Shasha couldn't help but smack her forehead; she had completely forgotten about this matter.
The document contained a photo and the name Bruce Banner, Gamma Radiation Expert, PhD in Energy Sciences—a brilliant individual. However, an accident had transformed him into one of the most monstrous beings in the Marvel Heroes universe.
The Hulk!
Shasha was surprised to learn that they were here to capture him. Wasn't this General Ross's job? When did S.H.I.E.L.D. take over? Had something irreversible occurred?
"I trust you've read the information. This guy is even more dangerous than you," Nick remarked, his voice devoid of emotion. "Officially, our mission is to assist the military in capturing him. However, in reality, we only need to obtain his Serum."
Shasha raised an eyebrow at this revelation. Was Nick here for the Serum? Did he intend to mass-produce the Green Giant?
Knowing that there was only one Hulk, Shasha realized that Nick's plan was unlikely to succeed. Still, she was curious about what had prompted him to seek such power so urgently.
Seeing Shasha's expression, Nick understood her thoughts without needing to ponder further. He indeed wanted to use the Green Giant's Serum to create Super Soldiers. With more and more extraordinary individuals emerging, S.H.I.E.L.D.'s control had diminished significantly. To restore its former glory, certain actions were necessary, even at great cost.
Shasha was unaware of Nick's internal deliberations; she understood this was merely a transaction. At the same time, she couldn't help but look forward to meeting and confronting the Green Giant. She wanted to see if this most formidable and temperamental character in Marvel truly lived up to the invincible image she had seen in her previous life.
In a command center hidden within a residential building, holographic images monitored the area, with agents lying in wait throughout various locations. They could even see General Ross—his hair graying and his demeanor stern—appear on screen.
"Does he know he's within your surveillance range?" Shasha asked Nick, pointing at Ross, who was obliviously smoking a cigarette.
Nick shook his head. "He doesn't know. We are only nominally cooperating, and he has no authority over us."
Shasha chuckled softly. This guy really wasn't afraid of anything. But then again, it made sense; he only needed to answer to the council and the White House. What others thought didn't seem to matter to him at all.
"Not long ago, Ross summoned a group of elites to this place. We need to find Bruce Banner before they do. Although I don't think they can harm him, some things are better kept under wraps."
Nick slowly turned to Shasha beside him. "What you need to do is track that guy down and coordinate with my people to get a blood sample from him. Throughout the process, Rogers will assist you."
Shasha nodded noncommittally but couldn't help smirking in disdain. Coordinate? More like keep an eye on him, right? This guy was so meticulous; was he afraid of being sabotaged?
In reality, Shasha was mistaken. Nick did intend to keep watch over her. On one hand, he didn't want her slacking off; on the other hand, he wanted to ensure everything went smoothly.
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