Marvel's Cultivator

"It's not going well, Fury, and I haven't seen Banner."

In the room of the embassy in China, Natasha reported helplessly with the microphone in her hand. Ever since she got the title of "Black Widow" from the Red House, she has never been so aggrieved as she is now. Unable to cast.

"They don't want you to see him?" Fury asked.

"No, Banner didn't want to see me. You know, maybe he was impressed by the trip to India." Natasha complained. After all, if the military hadn't acted without authorization, she probably wouldn't have come here.

"In fact, their hospitality is quite thoughtful, with food, banquets, and the inseparable reception staff. In the past few days, I have visited several scenic spots, historical sites, and temples." She continued to add.

"Oh....Really...It's really difficult." Fury said, and was silent for a while, maybe even if he did it himself, he wouldn't be able to take advantage of it.

"What should we do now, continue to negotiate?" Natasha asked.

"Tomorrow's Empire..." Fury thought to himself, thinking.

"what?"

"It's nothing, I'll talk to them in person, you should have a good rest first." Fury said back to his senses, pressing his fingers on the phone screen, his eyes fixed on the time in the lower left corner.

"Ok."

Fury put down the phone, glanced at the blue sky outside the window, then picked up the phone and dialed a series of numbers.

After waiting for a long time, a gentle female voice came from the other side of the phone: "Hello, who are you?"

Fury took a deep breath, as if words were brewing in his chest, and then said in one breath:

"I'm Nick Fury, director of the Homeland Strategic Defense Offensive and Logistics Support Agency. I have something to ask Director Zheng."

"..."

The other end of the phone was silent for a while, and said again: "Um...is it the Land Strategic Attack Security Bureau?"

"Correct."

"OK, wait."

Huaxia, the circular headquarters of the Spear Bureau

"National Land Strategic Attack Security Bureau...haha, this is quite appropriate, please turn the call over."

Just after the meeting, Zheng Xian, the director of the Shenspear Bureau, heard the operator's inquiry and gave orders with a slight smile.

"Okay, Chief."

Seeing a series of numbers light up on the landline, Zheng Xian took a sip from the teacup beside him, then reached out to pick up the microphone, his expression suddenly became serious.

"Hi, Commissioner Nick Fury."

"Hello, Director Zheng Xian."

One of the two spoke Chinese, and the other spoke Chinese. They exchanged pleasantries, and there was no obstacle in the process. Fury changed the topic and turned to the topic: "I want to discuss with you this time, the American citizen Robert Regarding Bruce Banner's return to China, I think you should be very happy to help."

"Oh, of course, but this has nothing to do with your bureau." Zheng Xian asked back.

Yes, at the international level, S.H.I.E.L.D. is a subsidiary agency of the World Security Council. This kind of matter is logically not within the jurisdiction of S.H.I.E.L.D., but which organization S.H.I.E.L.D. I know it well, but I don't say it clearly.

After all, the last person so bold died in North Africa.

"We authorized the authorization to deal with this matter." Fury explained that he had expected such a situation a long time ago, but it is normal for this kind of thing to fall on S.H.I.E.L.D. After all, although both parties understand this kind of thing, they cannot Take the open diplomatic route.

And this matter is also at my own fault.

"Oh yes, but we also respect Mr. Banner's wishes. You know, this is Mr. Banner's personal freedom." Zheng Xian said the last two words emphatically.

"You can also try to find more people to come, we solemnly welcome the arrival of your people."

The corner of Fury's mouth twitched. Although he had expected that the other party would not agree, he didn't expect to be connoted.

There are only a few eighth-level agents under him, and they are not Chinese cabbages. They are all sent under the noses of others. Will S.H.I.E.L.D. continue to operate?

Maybe it was a mistake to send Natasha in the first place. After all, Stark is more fond of this than a beautiful woman. He should have sent Coulson to find Banner in the first place.

But this is the end of the matter, and there is nothing to think about, but Fury still wonders if he can get something out, such as

"How is Mr. Banner?"

"Of course, although we haven't been able to do more than ten times a week of medical examinations like yours, and regular cross-border travel, there is no problem with basic life and entertainment. However, Mr. Banner seems to have some shadows on spiders. I think it is necessary to inform " Zheng Xian said kindly.

"..."

Hearing Zheng Xian's calm words, Fury broke his guard. After all, as an ace agent, he has studied Chinese in depth and knows what the other party means, but he can't refute it, because it's all so fucking fact.

If it weren't for the official who likes to think independently, the Hulk wouldn't travel to China and have more than a dozen physical examinations a week...

Thinking of this, Ferry held his forehead helplessly, teammate pig!

But this made him shrink back, hum, it was impossible, and then the two began a series of confrontations:

"Is he used to eating?"

"I think we still have fried chicken burgers."

"I remember him being afraid of heights."

"We'll ask Mr. Banner."

"He likes the sea."

"We'll ask Mr. Banner."

"he......"

.....

"We'll ask...."

"...Can you give me a clear answer." Fury interrupted, otherwise, if we continue to deal with this situation, even if we talk for three days and three nights, it will be useless.

"........"

The other side was silent for a while, as if thinking, and then said slowly:

"If Mr. Banner needs it, we will do our best to accommodate it."

"Fuck!" Seeing no progress, Fury turned his head and cursed in a low voice.

"what?"

"Oh, I'm talking about a small town in Austria. He seems to be willing to travel there."

"If Mr. Banner needs it, we will do our best to accommodate it."

"..."

Fury completely broke his defense. After talking for a long time, he didn't get any useful information, and the other party didn't answer his question directly.

"I will contact you again in the future."

"Okay." There was a peaceful voice from the microphone, but it sounded like a snicker to him.

There was no sound in the microphone. Fury squeezed the microphone, and the more he thought about it, the more angry he was, and he couldn't help covering the microphone.

Hearing a "bang", the microphone was pressed on the phone, and a head cautiously poked out from behind the door, Fury looked up and saw that it was his senior secretary, and he immediately asked seriously: "What's the matter? "

The secretary glanced at the angry boss, lowered his head a little guilty, raised his eyes with his right hand, looked at the document in his left hand and said unsteadily: "Sir, there is a meeting in the afternoon, do you have any suggestions for the meeting's diet? "

"Traditional food." Upon hearing about diet, Fury said subconsciously.

"traditional food?"

The secretary asked uncertainly, thinking what kind of deep hatred is this. Treating guests to eat fried chicken, hamburgers and turkey is not entertaining neon people. There is no such precedent!

"The traditional food of the guests." Fury felt that his words were wrong, and he immediately made up for it.

"Okay, okay..."