Chapter 53: Fury, who borrowed money to get money (2/5)

S.H.I.E.L.D. video conferencing room.

"Fury, why did you do nothing in yesterday's battle?"

"How did I know that there are still such a group of monsters in the country's territory today?"

"Why haven't you got Tony's weapon set yet?"

"..."

Like a vegetable market, a group of politicians chattered in Nick Fury's ears.

A series of meaningless questions sounded so ridiculous to him.

After patiently listening to all the questions, he began to explain with a blank face.

"What happened yesterday should be answered by the military, they understand better than me, don't they?"

"As for Tony, I don't think there's anything that will move him."

"Money? Beauty? Status? Or force?"

Having said that, Fury shrugged and laughed at himself.

These are things that ordinary people pursue throughout their lives.

But from the birth of the other party, almost all of them are owned.

Now that the steel battlesuit has been manufactured, it is even more difficult to threaten him with force.

Perhaps the words of this group of politicians will be more useful.

"Also, I think the man who appeared last night is even more troublesome than Tony."

"We can't predict how terrifying he really is."

"So, before the evaluation is completed, it is not recommended to provoke him."

When talking about Raiden, he looked solemn.

The other party's current trump cards can already be called godly.

Who knows what more powerful things he hides?

"I second."

Unexpectedly, Pierce, who should have refuted him the most in the past, actually agreed with this explanation.

Everyone looked at him in shock.

The next moment, they suddenly felt a little strange.

This pair of glasses seem very ordinary.

Then, everyone subconsciously ignored him.

Including Nick Fury, he didn't notice anything strange.

"In that case, here's a plan we all agree on."

"I hope you will do your best to finish it."

After discussing it to no avail, they had to give a final order and go offline collectively.

Seeing this, Fury frowned and left.

Subconsciously, he realized what he had forgotten.

"Director Fury."

In the office, Hill has been waiting for a long time.

As the deputy director, she knew where the other party had gone just now, so she was not puzzled.

"This is a document from above, please sign it."

Sitting on the chair again, he took the file and flipped through it.

"Let me see, the space carrier plan?"

"Ten billion project!"

At this moment, he frowned and then smiled knowingly.

What a surprise! 

Does this count as sending him money?

What a bunch of "understanding" politicians.

"Hill, go inform Agent Barton and Agent Romanov."

"Just say that I want to enhance their equipment."

 …

That afternoon, Raiden's shop welcomed several old customers.

"What wind brought you here?"

Raiden, who was sitting on the small sofa, glanced casually at the visitors.

After exchanging pleasantries, he turned his head to watch TV again.

The news today was as peaceful as ever.

Radio hostesses still sing the praises of domestic politics.

Say a street in New York is about to be renovated.

Of course, this is on the premise of not reading the "spoof" information on the Internet.

"Mr. Storm, I need many things this time!"

As soon as Fury entered the door, he directly explained his purpose.

Every gesture reveals great arrogance.

At this moment, he seemed to be Tony, rich and fearless.

And seeing this, Raiden's eyes lit up, he stood up and smiled.

"Whatever you need, just say it."

"It's still the same sentence, only you can't think of it, there is nothing I can't show."

Although he doesn't know where Fury got the confidence to say this.

But it doesn't prevent him from gaining primal force.

As long as they can take out the money, it doesn't matter if the other party steals it from other people.

When it's in his hands, then it's his from that day onwards.

"I need you to give Agent Romanov and Agent Barton an equipment upgrade."

"Within one billion!"

Having said that, Fury still gives an upper limit.

This is the maximum amount he can withhold.

"Understood, I'll see what they need first."

Raiden nodded in understanding and then began to circle around the two of them.

"In this case, Natasha, tell me first what you are good at."

"Me?"

Natasha was obviously taken aback, then frowned and began to make statements one by one.

"I speak English, Russian, French, Latin..."

"Wait, stop."

"I know you are a top student, a very good student."

"But what I'm asking is what weapons or fighting styles are you good at."

Raiden interrupted quickly with a dark face.

Looking at the other party's innocent face, could it be that the meaning he expressed was not obvious?

That she starts showing off right there and then?

Isn't it embarrassing for someone who only knows English and Tagalog?

"Understood, Mr. Storm."

Natasha smiled slightly, pursed her lips, and continued:

"I am good at karate, judo, aikido..."

"Of course, I'm better at yoga."

Having said that, she gave Raiden a meaningful look.

Raiden rolled his eyes and ignored the look.

Then he made a summary.

"That means you are very good at close combat?"

"You can say it this way."

After getting an affirmative answer, Raiden quickly had an idea.

"I probably know what to give you."