I Have a Good Impression on Marvel

Hearing Father Pym's meaningful words, Leon couldn't help but fall into contemplation.

Director of S.H.I.E.L.D., this unusual position represents too much responsibility and meaning.

As a defensive wall standing between ordinary people and supernatural forces, S.H.I.E.L.D., which has been developed for many years, has long ceased to be the "Scientific Strategy Corps (S.S.R)" that was mainly used to deal with Hydra, but has gradually become a human Guardians, vanguards against various supernatural forces and foreign invasions.

Especially since the formation of the world's first superhero team "The Avengers", the status of SHIELD, an intelligence agency, has continued to rise in the eyes of governments around the world.

With such huge resources and without too many constraints, the head of an intelligence agency with international law enforcement power is not something ordinary people can serve.

Fury came to power, on the one hand, was strongly recommended by the former director Pierce, and on the other hand, it was also a game between the White House and the military and the consortium.

Leon didn't feel that Fury, the boss, did not do well.

It's just that he thinks more that, as an ordinary person, the limitations of Fury's ability and vision are also obvious.

In short, just not good enough!

Lyon is not very supportive and approval of Fury's every approach.

Among them, what makes Leon speechless the most is that Fury doesn't believe anyone, and likes to hide all the secrets in the sand sculpture.

He laid down a lot of backhands and thought he had everything under control, but when the crisis came, he was severely beaten.

As a traveler who has seen the plot trend, Leon really feels that Fury is sometimes like a braised egg who feels good about himself.

This is the case with the alien invasion of New York, and so will the appearance of the Hydra in the future.

Even if it is usually done, the supernatural events of petty troubles can't make any waves anyway.

However, every time a major incident occurs, Fury and his SHIELD agents suddenly lose their collective IQ, like a group of melon eaters who can only watch the Avengers save the world.

Then, wait until the dust settles and come out to clean up the mess...

S.H.I.E.L.D. is not required to be the leader of the war, but at least S.H.I.E.L.D. has to contribute to the war, right?

Tens of billions of dollars in investment, all kinds of high-tech equipment, outstanding talents in all aspects...

In the end, you can only sit on the sidelines and make soy sauce? !

What kind of shield is this (S.H.I.E.L.D.), it's not as good as the shield in the hands of Captain America...

As a spy king lurking in the dark, Fury can bury all kinds of supernatural events at the first moment of their occurrence.

It is also possible to make a variety of difficult choices that are inconsistent but realistic.

However, the times have changed, and so have the opponents.

Thanos is a very smart and extremely powerful existence, and the army under him is not something that ordinary troops can deal with.

In order to make S.H.I.E.L.D., an elite organization that protects world peace, make due contributions in future wars, Leon feels that the future of S.H.I.E.L.D. can only be led by himself.

As for Fury, just do his espionage well.

Leading the agents of SHIELD and confronting the alien army directly, this is not his specialty...

Pressing down his thoughts, Leon shrugged, and then gave Mr. Pym a meaningful smile:

"The future... who knows..."

After that, Leon turned around and walked towards the door.

Only Hank Pym was left standing, and in those wise eyes, there was a flash of color called "excitement"...

. . . . . .

Only a "snap" sound was heard, and the delicate wooden door was closed.

Walking into his study, Dick Carell slowly paced to the chair behind the desk and sat down.

Judging from the phone he put in his ear and the serious look on his face, he seemed to be making a very important call.

"Killian! Our original agreement,

Not so! "

"I've given you all the military contracts you want and the system modification power of the Iron Patriots, but you haven't given me anything I want yet..."

During the speech, Dick Carell's tone improved a lot unconsciously.

For the partner's anger, Killian on the other end of the phone didn't care at all.

On the pirate ship, how can it be so easy to go on...

"Come on, Dick, don't be in such a hurry. What you want, I will deliver it to you as agreed..."

"It's just that after the agreement is completed... Now, I need you to have his travel schedule for the coming week, and..."

After listening to the other party's request, a struggle flashed in Dick Carell's eyes.

However, in the end, he still gave in after experiencing the struggle in his heart.

"I hope this is the last time."

Having said that, Dick Carell suddenly changed the subject and said solemnly in a slightly hoarse voice of the vicissitudes of life:

"You'd better stick to the agreement, otherwise..."

The threat across the phone only made Killian on the other end of the phone lightly raise the corner of his mouth, revealing a contemptuous smile.

However, in order to appease the other party's emotions and obtain key information about the plan, Killian's very convincing voice sounded again:

"Don't worry, Dick! I'll get what I want, and so will you..."

After finishing the call, Dick Carell frowned while leaning on the soft office chair.

Rubbing his eyebrows, he seemed to remember something, then got up and walked out of the study.

Along the corridor, he soon came to a room.

Pushing the door and entering, what caught my eye was a girl in a wheelchair, holding a book, watching with interest.

Passing by his daughter's half-missed right leg, Dick Carell saw a delicate and cute little face.

"dad!"

Dick Carell, who was a little irritable at first, saw his daughter's surprised face, and immediately put on a smile and greeted him.

"Alice, what book are you reading?"

"Well, "War and Peace", this is the homework assigned by the teacher today..."

"Really? My little angel, it's awesome..."

…

Just as the two fathers and daughters were enjoying themselves, there was a sudden vibration in the trouser pocket, and a familiar ringtone came.

The girl who was interrupted immediately pursed her mouth and protested dissatisfiedly:

"dad!"

"Maybe it's a work thing...Alice, you can play by yourself for a while. Dad goes out to answer the phone and come back right away."

With that, Dick Carell walked out of the room with a light kiss on his daughter's forehead.

Returning to his study again, he took out his personal mobile phone from his trouser pocket.

What was displayed on the screen was an unknown phone call of unknown origin.

After thinking for a while, he still pressed the answer button.

"Hey?"

The next moment, on the other end of the phone, a deep and magnetic male voice came:

"Hello, Mr. President."

With a frown, Dick Carell asked, "Who are you? How did you know this phone number?"

Faced with the question, the other party did not answer, but replied very lightly:

"I have a proposal here. I think you should be interested..."

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