Forget it. Whether ordinary citizens are threatened is just a word from your Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement, and Logistics Division."
"If you hadn't sent special forces three times to try and capture me without success, I'd probably be locked up in some unknown, mysterious prison by now, under the pretext of threatening ordinary citizens."
Rogue didn't give Coulson any face.
"Those are all necessary procedural issues, you understand, the kind that absolutely must be followed."
Being rebuffed so directly by Rogue, even an experienced agent like Coulson couldn't help but show a hint of embarrassment.
"Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement, and… Damn it, can't your agency change its name?"
Every time he said that name, Rogue seriously suspected that when it was named, all the higher-ups must have been completely drunk on vodka.
"We are currently addressing that issue, and I believe a new name will be available soon!"
Although he was a member, Coulson himself had quite a few opinions about the rather awkward name.
Every time he went out on a mission, as soon as he stated the agency's name, others would look at him as if asking, 'Are you joking?'
"I hope so! I'm going back. If you're interested, you can stay here and read expired newspapers!"
With that, Rogue directly used Flying Thunder God to leave the office and returned to his hidden hideout.
Over the past three years, due to handling commissions, Rogue had made quite a few enemies in New York, and most of them were individuals and organizations that didn't adhere to the law, preferring to use violence to solve problems.
For safety's sake, to avoid being sniped in his sleep or having his door blown in by a rocket, Rogue used a very discreet identity and spent eight-figure sums in US dollars to purchase a small hideout.
Over 500 square meters, high-rise, overlooking the entire Central Park in New York.
Even though it was located in downtown New York, it was still quiet and pleasant, a rather decent hideout.
No one would have thought that someone who was ostensibly a private detective would live in such a place, and Rogue didn't have to worry about his whereabouts being exposed.
Since moving in, no one had seen him leave.
Every time he went out, he would directly teleport to the office using Flying Thunder God, saving time and effort, a direct one-step arrival, completely eliminating worries about traffic jams.
The next day at noon, Rogue returned to the office via Flying Thunder God and saw Coulson still sitting on the sofa reading a newspaper.
This scene looked no different from yesterday, the only difference being that Coulson was no longer holding a newspaper that was God knows how old, but today's freshly printed New York Times.
Whether intentional or not, the headline on the page facing Rogue happened to be about the commission he completed yesterday.
"Shocking Slaughter!!! New York Experiences Horrific Massacre, 115 Gang Members Gruesomely Killed in Warehouse!"
"Is this the distortion of human nature, or the decay of morality!"
Although, strictly speaking, Hand ninjas and gang members are two completely different professions, it was clear that the reporter who wrote this news was unaware of that.
However, Rogue quite liked the sub-headline the reporter came up with; it brought back some fond memories.
"It seems you care a lot about Tony Stark!"
The coffee in front of Coulson had long since gone cold, clearly indicating he had arrived at the office much earlier.
"His father was one of the founders, and he himself is the government's most important weapons supplier, so we don't want anything to happen to him."
Coulson said earnestly, but Rogue didn't quite believe his explanation.
If they truly cared so much about Tony Stark's safety, they would have sent someone to rescue Tony a long time ago.
The Ten Rings hiding in the mountains of Afghanistan might be difficult for others to find, but for them, it would at most be a slightly troublesome matter.
"Whatever you say!"
With that, Rogue took out a commission scroll from his desk drawer.
Just as he was about to open the scroll and have Coulson write down the commission in black and white, he suddenly remembered something.
He took out a legal mobile phone from the drawer and logged into his account.
When he saw the less than five-figure balance in his account, his expression turned a bit grim.
I've actually been stiffed!
After refreshing the page several times, Rogue had to admit the fact: he had indeed been stiffed.
Kingpin, the crime lord of New York, actually stiffed him!
Although it seemed a bit humorous, the system's commission panel clearly displayed the words "Unfinished."
Commission rule number two: a commission is only considered complete once the specified reward has been received.
"My last client stiffed me, so you'll need to wait here for another five minutes. I'll be back in five minutes!"
As soon as his words fell, Rogue's figure once again vanished from in front of Coulson.
Having already waited an entire morning, an additional five minutes was no big deal. Coulson had no objections.
Although Coulson didn't know who Rogue's previous client was, he was certain that client was very unwise.
Some people's money should never be stiffed, and it's best not even to have the thought of doing so!
Using the Flying Thunder God, Rogue directly teleported to the rooftop of Fisk Tower.
Fisk Tower was Kingpin's headquarters, and before teleporting, Rogue had specifically used [Chakra Sensing] to pinpoint Kingpin's location.
The Chakra Sensing technique was one of his accumulations over the past three years, which he had exchanged from the system. It originally belonged to the Second Hokage, Tobirama Senju.
This technique required no hand seals, and its perception was extremely precise. Even if the target was a thousand miles away, it could accurately sense the target's life intensity and chakra intensity.
Aside from requiring a significant amount of Ninja Coin to exchange, this technique had no other flaws.
Because no one else in this world possessed chakra except Rogue himself, this technique was slightly adjusted by the system. The ability to sense chakra intensity was replaced with the ability to sense energy intensity.
Rogue had met Kingpin once during a commission, so he was well aware of Kingpin's life force.
Before performing the Flying Thunder God, he had sensed Kingpin's location in advance and found that Kingpin was indeed in Fisk Tower.
As for the Flying Thunder God formula on the rooftop of Fisk Tower, he had left it there a long time ago.
Not only Fisk Tower, but also the rooftop of Stark Tower had a Flying Thunder God formula.
Over the past three years, Rogue had left hundreds of Flying Thunder God formulas, large and small, throughout New York, allowing him to instantly teleport to various areas of the city.