Your intelligence is truly impressive," Mike praised casually.
"Of course! S.H.I.E.L.D.'s primary job is to deal with all kinds of supernatural events," Fury said with a mocking smile. "That idiot, General Ross, has been using the S.H.I.E.L.D. database, and he naively thought no one would notice. S.H.I.E.L.D. knows exactly what information the Military is looking for, and then uses that to oppose the Military's actions. Speaking of which, I really must thank General Ross for his diligent work over the years. I really want to send him a commendation Banner. Hiahiahia~~~"
Mike: "You really laugh like a villain."
Stark: "Only like?"
Mike blinked: "Sorry, I was wrong."
He is a villain.
"I said, you two, that's enough!"
Fury had a premonition that if he were to pull these two into the Avengers at the same time, he would probably be the first to die.
He would die of anger.
His cerebral blood vessels would burst.
Black Widow couldn't stand it anymore and rapped on the table.
The three of them quieted down.
Mike asked, "What's the content of this mission? To take out the Hulk?"
Fury didn't answer immediately, but instead asked, "Can you take him out?"
Mike shook his head.
"No?"
Mike shook his head again and said, "I don't know, I'll only know after fighting him."
The strength of various versions of the Hulk varies greatly; some can lift tens of tons of trucks, while others can lift hundreds of billions of tons of mountains. Some get stronger the angrier they get, with no upper limit, eventually punching Planets into oblivion.
Let's put it this way, there's a version of Hulk called World Breaker or King Hulk, who directly defeated the hero Sentinel, who was considered the strongest. Sentinel has never appeared in the Marvel Universe movies. Sentinel's "Void" portion alone possesses the power of a million exploding Planets.
That's awesome, isn't it?
But how do you describe defeating an awesome man?
Super awesome?
The Hulk of this World is clearly not the abnormal version, but he can withstand bullets and missiles without a problem. Mike doesn't think the Military can push the Hulk to his limit.
Mike was confident but not arrogant; he'd fight first and then talk. Just like his attitude towards women, he dared not pretend to know what he didn't, always remaining humble in his exploration and practice.
"Looks like it's time for a big fight," Mike stretched his limbs, feeling a bit excited.
"That…" Fury showed an awkward expression, "Capturing the Hulk is a Military operation; S.H.I.E.L.D. doesn't have jurisdiction."
"...So, what? We just watch? What's the point then?" Mike was speechless.
"Not at all," Fury said. "Based on past experience, the Military's capture usually won't succeed. If it does succeed, I want the Hulk's blood. If it fails, we will capture the Hulk. The bottom line is the Hulk's blood."
Stark laughed, "Based on past experience, S.H.I.E.L.D.'s capture of the Hulk won't go smoothly either."
Fury wasn't embarrassed, because Stark was telling the truth; otherwise, why would he need Mike?
S.H.I.E.L.D. has considerable operational autonomy within U.S. territory, but it can't openly drive tanks and armed helicopters down the street like the Military. Even if their equipment is better than the Military's, they can't just use it freely.
Two colors of energy floated out from Fury's body.
System prompt:
[Nick Fury's Commission: Obtain Hulk's blood or capture the Hulk.]
[Commission: 1,000,000 U.S. dollars (after deducting fees, the system takes a 90% cut)]
[Mission Description: It's best not to let the Hulk grab your ankle; he likes to use people as hammers to pound the floor.]
Mike nodded: "Okay, one million U.S. dollars commission, a flat rate."
Fury: "No problem."
"That quick?" Mike was instead puzzled.
Mike said a flat rate, and he wasn't going to haggle?
That wasn't Fury's style.
Even if he didn't quibble over the amount, he would surely demand "after-sales service" or other additional requirements.
"Exactly, that quick," Fury put his hands on his hips, his expression just one word: satisfied.
Although S.H.I.E.L.D.'s appropriations are often in the hundreds of millions, there are too many places where money is needed, and Fury usually lives frugally. The tight day were truly tough, and it was a rare luxury to be so generous, which made Fury feel relaxed and refreshed.
"Because I'm the one paying," Stark said faintly from the side. He understood Mike's rules. "Jarvis."
A few seconds later, a text message confirmed the transfer.
At this moment, Fury was thinking that although he often felt like strangling Stark, giving him the position of S.H.I.E.L.D. consultant was absolutely his most brilliant and sagacious decision. Thinking further, if he pulled Mike into the Avengers, wouldn't it save on commission fees, making it extremely cost-effective?
As for being angered to death… then so be it. What's a mere dog's life compared to a large stack of Franklins—Fury looked resolute.
Next… Stark, Mike, and Fury lay on the table playing "Fight the Landlord." The stakes were a bag of melon seeds each.
The Military learned that Bruce and Betty were heading to New York, so they issued an arrest warrant and set up checkpoints along the way. The two were not professional Agents or spies, but fortunately, Bruce had extensive experience in evading capture and knew how to be inconspicuous and avoid checkpoints, though it ultimately slowed their journey.
Mike was bored at Stark Tower, so he suggested playing "Fight the Landlord." Among them, Stark had the highest IQ, Fury understood people's hearts best, and Mike was good at observing micro-expressions.
However, no matter how good one's card skills, there is something called "luck" in this World.
Stark and Mike had their wins and losses, but only Fury lost until he had only a few scattered melon seeds left.
Fury's eyes were already red from losing. Although the stakes were only melon seeds, he was the Director of S.H.I.E.L.D.! Didn't he have any dignity?
Black Widow: "Director, Bruce Banner's whereabouts have been discovered…"
Fury: "What's it to me? Don't call me unless the Statue of Liberty blows up. This round has the big and small jokers, three twos. I don't believe I can't win. Come on, play your cards…" He was no different from a gambler whose eyes were red from losing.
After a while, Black Widow came in again: "As you wished, the Statue of Liberty has blown up!"
Fury: "…"
The Statue of Liberty was still intact, so Fury finally put down his cards.
According to facial recognition software, at 2:45 PM, Bruce and Betty appeared at a bus stop and got into a yellow taxi.
Their destination was Gebang Academy.
"Gebang Academy is in the city. If the Hulk goes berserk, things will get serious," Fury sighed. "Fortunately, General Ross is there to bravely take the blame."
Heh heh, so actually no one cares about civilian casualties, right?
Outside Gebang Academy.
A van.
Inside the van were Mike, Stark, and Natasha.
Mike patted the side of the van.
It made a dull thudding sound.
"It's genuine leather, are you sick? Are you here to fight or for vacation?!" Mike complained to Stark.
"Who says fighting can't be refined? What's wrong with genuine leather? I have too much money!" Stark said, wearing his red and gold armor. "Indeed, I should speed up the development of portable armor. It's uncomfortable to wear the suit before the fight even begins. No, tonight, I'll go back and first replace the inner lining with Hermès lambskin."
"Whatever makes you happy," Mike didn't know what to say.
Stark said proudly, "This car has been modified. It has an explosion-proof chassis, bulletproof glass, and the compartment's interlayer uses alloy metal, making it bulletproof and missile-proof."
It seemed the shadow of being kidnapped in Afghanistan still lingered.