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"Hey, you really don't understand what etiquette is. Sure enough, a country that was founded two hundred years ago doesn't know how to write the word etiquette."

Mu Feng smiled frivolously and mockingly. He raised his hand and lightly snapped his fingers.

In an instant, the agents with guns pointed their guns at the people opposite them like marionettes. They looked at each other in horror, but their bodies seemed to have been invaded and they were out of control.

"Calm down! Please calm down, please! We don't mean any harm!"

Coulson looked at Sitwell across from his gun, breaking into a cold sweat, and tried hard to express his little kindness to Mufeng.

"Really? It's really kind to point your gun at others and then let them catch them without help." Mu Feng smiled happily.

"Don't be impulsive! Otherwise you won't be able to look back..."

Da da da da da da! ! ! !

A burst of gunfire sounded like exploding beans, and the two special operations agents pulled the triggers on each other, beating each other into briquettes in an instant.

Before Coulson could even finish his words to persuade him to surrender, he watched two of his colleagues die tragically.

"What do you think I am? Agent Coulson, a kid who gets super powers and goes around robbing convenience stores?"

Mufeng looked at Colson mockingly and waved his hand again.

Four more agents died under the guns of each other's colleagues. Mu Feng even deliberately controlled them to beat each other's non-lethal parts, leaving them dragging their half-dead bodies to the ground, wailing and rolling.

He looked at Colson, whose eyes were red and fierce, and smiled maliciously.

"How about we make a bet? Even if I kill them today, or even kill all of you, as long as I want, I can even walk into your three-wing building with swagger the next day, at the invitation of your director Down."

"FUCK!!! FUCK U!!! You damn coward, you fucking egg!!!"

Sitwell struggled angrily and roared. Mufeng glanced at him and smiled even more happily.

"It's not good to curse, Agent Sitwell, and your superiors will be unhappy if they hear that - but don't you believe it? Even if you arrest me and bring me to justice, this will only be the result. You will be punished by your superiors Call him out, and he will congratulate you on your promotion, and then he will tell you that you are no longer responsible for this matter, and it will only take two hours at most, and we can even have a cup of coffee together."

Having said this, he approached the cursing Sitwell's earphones and said something in an extremely soft voice.

"Hail hydra"

Sitwell's eyes widened immediately, but perhaps the one who was even more shocked now was World Security Council Minister Alexander Pierce who was eavesdropping on the other end of the earphone.

"We like to use arrogance and stupidity to describe you Americans, especially you SHIELD-Nick Fury. Ignorance and weakness are not obstacles to survival, arrogance is."

Mufeng took out the mobile phone on Colson's chest, opened it and said happily

"You'd better let my agents go! Otherwise, no matter how strong your mutant ability is, I guarantee you won't be able to leave Colorado alive!"

Nick's deep voice came from the other end of the phone. It was foreseeable that the black-skinned one-eyed man would be talking to him with cold eyes now.

However, the only response to him was another burst of gunfire and wailing. Nick was silent for a moment. Even if he was as calm as he was, there was inevitably anger in his tone.

"Do you think your abilities are omnipotent? Son of a bitch! Let me tell you, SHIELD has captured countless people with abilities like you, and they..."

"Did they throw bombs at the White House?" Mu Feng interrupted, smiling maliciously.

"His Excellency the President is delivering a speech on live TV right now, right? I suggest you change the channel and I'll give you a gift."

With a stroke of his right hand, a sparkling circle bloomed in front of him, and the other end of the circle connected to the sky in front of the White House.

With a slight hook of his left hand, a SHIELD agent was thrown directly into the portal, and in front of the president who was delivering a speech in front of the White House, a person suddenly fell down!

Before the stunned president and his bodyguards could react, the agent's body suddenly expanded and exploded! The security guards around the president immediately protected him. The explosion swallowed up the podium and caused chaos in the entire venue!

"You son of a bitch, how dare you!!!"

Nick Fury fell directly into a state of rage, but this kind of incompetent rage was meaningless

Their president was nearly killed seconds ago, and he can't do anything but get angry here.

"It seems that no 'mutant' has killed the president like me." Mu Feng said with a smile.

"So what if I drop a few bombs into the homes of a few rich and powerful people? Like Justin Hammer? Like Norman Osborn? Or...Tony Stark? "

"Tell me, Director SHIELD, if I were to kill them, could you and your agents stop me?"

Nick Fury was silent for a moment and resumed his low and calm voice.

"What do you want?"

"You still don't understand my question, Nick Fury." Mu Feng sighed

"You came to me, you threatened me, and now you ask me what I want? A group of robbers came to my house and I overpowered them and asked me what I wanted. Don't you think this is ridiculous?"

"You should ask me what conditions must be used before I am willing to let go of these agents of yours. But when I think about it carefully, the value of your SHIELD is meaningless. To me, it is just a pile of garbage. .”

Nick on the other end clenched his fists. He thought a lot at this moment, but Mu Feng seemed to have noticed what he was thinking and smiled maliciously.

"It's not good to always think on the side of the strong. You have to learn how the weak think. You have forgotten the 'humility' you had when you faced the Kree."

“Come, let me give you a gift on behalf of Kamal Taj.”

He raised his right hand, and in front of every agent except Coulson, there was a purple-red meat lump like a beating heart.

"Come on, eat this, and you can leave. Or, die here."

Mu Feng untied all the agents and looked at them with a smile.

"What is this..." Sitwell looked at the beating red cells in front of him, with cold sweat on his face.

"This is what you have been pursuing, which allows ordinary people like you to obtain the 'gift' that can make you an enemy of the mutated monsters." Mu Feng's tone was vague and uncertain.

"Its name is Monster Cell. In a sense, this thing is much better than the super soldier potion you have been pursuing."

"It will easily allow you to have more power than Captain America, and be more comprehensive - but probably the only drawback is that after taking it, you may become ugly, and then...become more violent."

"Just like that green, fat guy named..."

"Dr. Bruce Banner." Coulson added with a complicated expression.

"Do you want each of us to become as uncontrollable a monster as the Hulk?"

"This is just a choice. Whether you accept it or not is up to you. Should you reject the gift for the sake of your life, or abandon your reason for the gift?" Mu Feng smiled and raised his hand, tilting his head.

"I'll give you ten seconds, I don't want to waste too much time. 8, 7, 6..."

Sitwell looked at the weirdo Cell in front of him with a struggling expression, but in his ears came the cold voice of his immediate boss Alexander.

"Eat it, Sitwell, Hydra needs your sacrifice!"

Sitwell's expression became troubled, but soon became determined. He took a deep breath, threw the purple-red weird cell into his mouth, and then silently shouted in his heart

"Long live hail hydra!!!"

Those S.H.I.E.L.D. agents also chose to take the monster cells while struggling. Mu Feng looked at them, and the smile on his lips became particularly mocking.

Although Hydra is a villain organization, in terms of winning the loyalty of its subordinates, it is much better than the losers SHIELD.

Among this group of agents, those who belonged to Hydra obediently obeyed the boss's orders, while the rest of the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents basically valued their own lives more than the rest.

Anyway, Nick Fury didn't say that they were not allowed to eat this thing. If they could survive, what's the point of eating this kind of thing?

In Coulson's horrified expression, Sitwell opposite him screamed and roared in pain, his body suddenly expanded and exploded, and his skin was covered with a steel-like carapace, from his head to his body, his entire body It seemed like it had turned into a sharp blade that shone with cold light!

The remaining agents were no less generous. Their bodies had undergone extremely strange changes, or they had turned into humanoid monsters! Or become something as distorted and abstract as a Picasso painting!

"This...power!!!"

Sitwell let out a piercing roar like a beast from hell, and he attacked Mu Feng at the side almost without hesitation, and stabbed Mu Feng straight with his sharp-edged arms.

But a garland of leaping flames bloomed in front of the monster transformed by Sitwell. His attack fell behind Mu Feng, and the cold wind brought by the sharp blade arm actually cut the coffee shop behind him in two!

Nick Fury and Alexander, who were monitoring everything through tiny cameras, were silent. But there is no doubt that whether it is the King of Agents or the head of Hydra, what is burning in the heart at this moment... is the coveting of this kind of power!

"Not bad, one is ghost level, the rest are basically tiger level, um..."

With a twist of Mu Feng's finger, the burning fire ring instantly covered all the weirdos, and launched them all out in an instant!

"Where did you take them?!" Coulson snapped, his eyes widening.

"Ah, of course the dangerous monsters should go to the streets to cause trouble. Otherwise, how could a hero come to the rescue? Isn't that what your boss envisioned the Superboy team to do?"

Mufeng grabbed Colson's shoulders and walked through the portal with him with a smile.

The place where they appeared was at the door of an ordinary apartment, but not far from this street, a weirdo in the form of an agent was wreaking havoc there!

"Then, Karma Taj wishes you good luck in your work." Mufeng opened the door of the apartment, or in other words, the door of the New York Sanctuary.

No. 177A Bleecker Street, Manhattan, New York. This address will definitely be investigated by Nick Fury soon, and then he will have a good show.

Kama Taj never governs mortals' own affairs, but if mortals knock on the door themselves, that's another matter.

SHIELD? Nick Fury? They don't matter. The biggest role of these mortals who play a huge role in the "plot" is just to serve as bait.

A... big fish that can catch Gu Yi.

6. Short Stark

"Mazefak!!!!"

Nick Fury's face looked like a braised egg that had been soaked in soy sauce for an hour, roaring in a terrible and ugly way.

He has never encountered such an arrogant super-powered criminal since he took office. Ever since the Kree were knocked out of the earth by Carol, no one on this planet has dared to challenge SHIELD so head-on!

This is no longer an ordinary criminal with super powers - he must hit hard!

"Director, the news came from the White House. The president is safe and sound. He was only slightly injured and frightened - but how should we deal with the next accountability?" Maria Hill opened the door of the director's office. With a serious look on his face

"Let's just leave this little thing alone, we're going to have bigger troubles." Nick Fury said with a face as dark as coal.

Hill's cold face frowned, trivial matter? A SHIELD agent almost killed the president with a suicide bomb. Is this a trivial matter?

"Director, this is a serious political incident. The White House will definitely hold us accountable. The CIA, FBI and even the IRS will not let us go!"

The power of S.H.I.E.L.D. is indeed great, and it has high-level power over all special organizations at home and abroad - but because of this, all other agent organizations look at them with displeasure.

Especially the IRS! The tax collectors are especially keeping an eye on their SHIELD side. After all, a considerable part of the large budgets approved by the superiors are unaccounted for every time. The IRS is always looking for opportunities to seize SHIELD. If it weren't for the pressure of the World Security Council, Yeah, Nick Fury would have been in jail ten years earlier!

"Leave it alone!" Nick Fury roared emphatically.

"Inform Agent Patton and Agent Natasha to come back, we are going to be in trouble!"

In fact, things like monsters running out on the streets are not under SHIELD's control. That is the job of local police and street heroes. SHIELD is at a level where they can take control but it is not necessary, but if they want to take care of it, others will not be able to refute it.

But if those monsters were all turned into SHIELD agents, that would be a different matter.

In any country, in any political system, the first point that beginners of all politics must remember is the same - you may not make meritorious deeds, but you must not take the blame.

Even if there is a murderer attacking, Nick Fury's agents first almost killed the president and then turned into monsters and killed people on the street. If he takes the blame, he will be stripped of his skin if he does not step down!

That super-powered bastard and the super-powered illegal organization behind him...that Kama Taj is definitely not simple!

Fury's natural suspicion made him have to think more about this. A mutant organization with such unscrupulous and terrifying abilities would pose a huge threat to the United States...and the world if there were enough of them!

"Find a way to contact Agent Coulson and ask him to contact me as quickly as possible - I want all the information about that bastard!"

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On the other side, although Mu Feng entered the New York Sanctuary, he did not enter the Mystic Master's Sanctuary with such arrogance.

He just walked around the perimeter, and then swaggered out without alerting the guardians of the sanctuary.

He didn't want to provoke Gu Yi's bald head just yet.

A few Infinity Stones are his current main goals, but apart from the Space Stones that he has already obtained, the rest are all tricky.

But the clues are basically there. Arrogance and Fury will travel back and forth in the nine realms to find trouble in Asgard - Odin has caused trouble for his son a lot, and he wants to contact a few blasters in Asgard. Friends should not be too simple.

The whereabouts of Aether will have to wait until the time is right, but the cosmic spirit ball can allow Pride to contact those extraterrestrial civilizations in advance and inquire about the whereabouts of Star-Lord or Ronan.

Just wait until the Soul Stone is delivered to your door. The Time Stone is too tricky. Likewise, you have to wait until the time is right to get the Soul Stone.

Therefore, Mu Feng no longer needs to do this 'main task' for the time being.

But that doesn't mean he can just sit around and do nothing.

It's one thing to create trouble for SHIELD, but it's another thing to use them as bait to catch Gu Yi. While this main task is being carried out, Mu Feng doesn't mind doing a 'side mission'

The plot span of the Marvel world is quite large. He does not have to focus on one goal. He can even find time to go back to the main world to solve the problems there.

Now he's on Wall Street

This is a large street extending from Broadway to the East River in southern Manhattan. It is only one-third of a mile long and 11 meters wide. The streets are narrow and short, with only 7 sections from Broadway to the East River, but it is famous for being the "financial center of the world".

This narrow street is home to the managers of banks, insurance, shipping, railways and other companies established by the Rothschild Group, the Morgan Group, Rockefeller Oil King, Goldman Sachs Group and the DuPont Group. The famous New York Stock Exchange is also here, and is still home to several major exchanges

Headquarters of exchanges: such as Nasdaq, American Stock Exchange, New York Futures Exchange, etc.

Every grain of dust in this land is gold, it is no exaggeration to describe it.