In the vast monitoring room at S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters, screens all around constantly flickered with intelligence and surveillance footage from across the globe. Nick Fury stood in front of the main screen, his posture erect, arms crossed over his chest. A black eye patch covered one of his sharp eyes, but the remaining one still emitted a piercing light. He gazed at the content on the screen before him, his expression calm and serious.
The S.H.I.E.L.D. logo flickered in the corner of the screen. Nick's eyes were fixed on the surveillance footage being played – the very footage Phil Coulson had brought back from the Rose Nightclub scene. In the video, Dominic was wantonly using Cyclops to destroy everything, a cold smile on his face, as if enjoying the chaos and death before him. Nick's brow furrowed slightly, a hint of hidden worry in his eyes.
Standing beside Nick was Maria Hill, in her signature black combat uniform, having just finished her investigation into Dominic, holding a detailed report in her hand. She stepped forward, handed the report to Nick, and began a brief summary: "Director, based on our current investigation, this man named Dominic was originally just an ordinary civilian with virtually no special background records. But in the past few weeks, his behavior has drastically changed. Besides suddenly displaying extremely strong superpowers, he also purchased a high-performance Audi R8."
At this point, Maria's tone suddenly paused, seeming somewhat hesitant.
Nick raised an eyebrow slightly, turning his head to look at her: "Yes, continue."
Maria coughed, appearing a bit awkward, but continued: "We investigated the Audi saleswoman he contacted and learned some... well, rather private information."
"Private information?" Nick raised his eyelids, his voice carrying a hint of curiosity, "What is it?"
Maria slightly rearranged her words, her voice carrying a hint of unnaturalness: "According to the saleswoman's account... besides his extremely strong combat ability, his ability in other... uh, 'areas' also seems... very outstanding. The saleswoman specifically emphasized his performance in sexual ability, saying he was 'unbelievably powerful'."
Upon hearing this, Nick immediately fell into an awkward silence. He slightly raised one eyebrow, his lips barely suppressing a hint of a disdainful smile. He reached up and rubbed his temples, clearly surprised by this piece of intelligence. He mumbled softly: "Hmm... it seems this guy is not only good at fighting, but also good at 'other' things. Truly multitalented."
Nick paused for a moment, then chuckled with a hint of sarcastic humor: "However, Hill, are you sure this is a 'threat' that S.H.I.E.L.D. needs to focus on? I don't recall us having the duty to manage 'bed sports'."
Maria's expression immediately became somewhat helpless. She gently shrugged, her voice carrying a hint of resignation: "Director, I am just truthfully reporting the findings of the intelligence department."
Nick shook his head helplessly, a hint of playfulness in his eyes: "Alright, it seems we not only have to guard against his destructive power in combat, but also be careful of his powerful performance in... other areas."
While Nick used humor to lighten the mood, his thoughts secretly shifted to a more serious matter. His face gradually became serious, a hint of deep thought in his eyes. Regarding a situation where an ordinary person suddenly possesses such powerful strength, a guess surfaced in Nick's mind – aliens. Past experience told him that such things absolutely would not happen without reason, especially when extraordinary power suddenly appears; there is often a bigger conspiracy behind it.
Nick was silent for a moment, then nodded quietly, his gaze gradually firming. This matter before him could very likely involve a greater crisis. Finally, he turned to Maria, his voice steady and decisive: "Send Natasha over to follow up on this. We need more information on Dominic, find out his true identity as much as possible, and the potential... greater threat behind him."
Maria nodded and quickly took action.
Nick stood in place, his gaze cold and deep, already mentally rehearsing the next steps. This guy named Dominic was definitely not a simple individual. S.H.I.E.L.D. needed to conduct a thorough investigation and be prepared to deal with a larger-scale crisis.
Dominic rode his newly purchased motorcycle, a cool 2008 Ducati Desmosedici RR. The V4 engine emitted a low rumble, like a roaring beast, howling as it sped through the city streets under the night sky. The motorcycle's streamlined body gleamed, the wind rushed by, and the thrill of speed made Dominic's blood boil. A wild smile played on his lips, his eyes filled with enjoyment and revelry for freedom.
"Hahaha, this is life! Whoever dares to block my way, get out of here!" Dominic's voice scattered into the night sky with the wind. He expertly weaved through traffic on the motorcycle, laughing wantonly. He was like the king of the city, controlling everything, speed and power all beneath his feet.
Just as he was immersed in this revelry, he suddenly heard the sound of another motorcycle engine behind him. The sound was light and smooth, with a unique rhythm. Dominic was slightly startled and glanced in the rearview mirror, finding a red motorcycle rapidly approaching him from behind. The rider had a slender figure, their posture on the motorcycle elegant and sharp, as if merged with the wind.
The rider on that motorcycle followed Dominic's rhythm closely, their speed not falling behind in the slightest. The motorcycle's body lines were smooth, the red paint gleaming enticingly under the streetlights, and the rider's demeanor was even more captivating. Along with the wind came her words, carrying a hint of provocation and mockery: "Handsome, your speed is good, but do you think you can really escape me?"
Dominic narrowed his eyes, the same cynical smile still on his lips. Although he had long sensed the newcomer was extraordinary, he deliberately put on a nonchalant act and said playfully: "Oh? Beauty, daring to chase me so late, are you perhaps infatuated with me?" He lightly raised an eyebrow, a hint of playfulness in his eyes, then suddenly accelerated. The motorcycle's engine instantly let out an even more deafening roar, the body surging forward like a runaway beast.
Natasha followed closely on her motorcycle, her expression calm and composed, a slight smile on her lips, seemingly completely unfazed by Dominic's speed. She gently twisted the throttle, and the red motorcycle accelerated lightly, easily keeping up with Dominic's pace. Even in this high-intensity chase, her movements remained elegant and precise, effortlessly staying in sync with Dominic.
"You ride well, but do you really think I'll let you go?" Natasha's voice carried a faint smile, mixing with the wind as it reached Dominic's ears. Her gaze was sharp as a knife, looking directly at Dominic ahead through the helmet's visor.
Dominic's smile widened into a more arrogant grin when he heard her words. He controlled the motorcycle with one hand, making a nonchalant gesture with the other. "Beauty, I advise you not to waste your effort. I am the invincible Homelander, no one can keep up with my speed!" His voice was full of confidence and provocation, as if he had already determined himself the winner of this chase game.
Natasha smiled slightly and calmly introduced herself: "I am Natasha Romanoff. Don't think you can easily get rid of me. My mission is to capture you, Dominic. You can't escape."
Dominic pretended not to know her, deliberately whistling, his tone flippant: "Oh, Natasha? Nice name, but I don't recall offending any great beauty." As he spoke, a playful glint flashed in the corner of his eye, as if this chase was just a game he directed himself.
Natasha smiled indifferently, keeping close to Dominic's motorcycle, her speed no less. She stopped talking nonsense and silently accelerated, her eyes fixed ahead, ready to strike at any moment.
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