Even Nick Fury, when facing the figure on the screen, couldn't help but become much more serious and solemn.
This is because the other party's power and strength are extremely formidable.
Before becoming the director of S.H.I.E.L.D., Nick Fury was an outstanding agent with exceptional abilities far surpassing those of ordinary people.
However, if he dared to fight the Mandarin one-on-one, he would be offering himself up for death.
The two sides may not be too different in terms of intelligence and shrewdness.
However, they are worlds apart in terms of hard power.
Without this power, the Mandarin would have been captured and executed by the Western world long ago, and then the world would have been notified to show him his fist!
"Nick Fury! I've heard of you!"
The Mandarin on the screen looked at Nick Fury with a hint of interest:
"My incompetent subordinates have clashed with you many times, and you've thwarted many of my plans. But what I didn't expect was that you would actually dare to initiate a conversation with me!"
The Mandarin laughed:
"This is a very interesting topic, and it has successfully piqued my interest, so I'm willing to take some time to talk to you about it—I hope you won't disappoint me."
Nick Fury didn't look away; he met the Mandarin's gaze and went straight to the point:
Was the attack on Tony Stark carried out by the Ten Rings?
The Mandarin didn't seem to care, but he did show a slight change when he heard Tony's name:
"Tony Stark, I've heard of him too—so what do you think, did I do it?"
Nick Fury stared at the Mandarin for a long time before finally speaking slowly:
"I don't know who did this, but judging from your reaction just now, it wasn't the Ten Commandments gang!"
Nick Fury had been staring at the Mandarin for a long time, observing his every move as they communicated.
Judging from the Mandarin's final expression, Nick Fury was certain that Tony Stark had not fallen into the hands of the Ten Rings!
This is the experience of a veteran agent!
So here's the question:
The Ten Rings are the prime suspects in the location where Tony Stark was attacked. If it wasn't the Ten Rings—then who was it?
While Nick Fury's eyes flickered as he began to think and rule out other suspects, the Mandarin was not idle.
He genuinely knew nothing about Tony, and the Ten Rings did not attack Tony Stark's convoy.
Therefore, he summoned a few of his men, whispered a few words in his ear, and the man immediately understood the cause and effect.
He clapped his hands and suddenly burst into laughter:
"So that's what happened!"
His gaze was fixed intently on Nick Fury, his eyes filled with a greedy yet ruthless intensity.
"Director of S.H.I.E.L.D.! How about we make a deal?"
"Let's make a trade using Tony Stark! I'll give you Tony Stark, and you give me one person in return! A one-for-one deal, perfectly fair and just. What do you say?"
Nick Fury frowned:
"Tony isn't in your hands, and this deal doesn't even have any preconditions!"
The Mandarin waved his hand dismissively and said:
"No, no, no, I had already gotten him the moment I learned about him!"
"If this were on your territory, then this deal would indeed be impossible, since I haven't even provided any preconditions for the deal."
"But things are different now, this is my territory!"
"Here, finding someone is just a matter of a word, so Tony Stark is mine!"
The Mandarin looked at Nick Fury with icy eyes:
"Nick Fury, do you agree to this deal? If you don't, I don't care. I'll still find that arms dealer and kill him!"
The bloody tone coming from the Manchus had a strange persuasiveness and a sense of gore!
Nick Fury remained silent for a long time.
He had lost the initiative in the conversation.
This was not because he lacked eloquence, but because the Mandarin had firmly grasped the initiative in this conversation from the very beginning!
Tony Stark is the focus of this conversation; all the other verbal exchanges are just fluff!
After a long silence, Nick Fury lowered his eyes and asked:
"Who is the other person you're trading Tony Stark for?"
The Mandarin smiled, for he knew his plan had succeeded; Nick Fury had bowed his head!
He spoke slowly and deliberately, as if shouting with all his might:
"You, the director of S.H.I.E.L.D., should know better than I do who that person is!"
"Since you're pretending to be stupid, I won't waste my time with you!"
Shang-Chi! I want his life!
"A life for a life! Nick Fury! If you don't hand over his life, I'll send Tony Stark's body back to you!"
The Mandarin mocked:
"I always keep my word. If you don't believe me, you can try. After all, whether this deal succeeds or fails, I won't suffer any losses."
Then, the screen flashed briefly and went completely black.
After the Mandarin of the Ten Rings proposed his deal, he didn't even give Nick Fury a chance to bargain.
They abruptly ended the conversation!
This cold and resolute style is the style of the Mandarin!
Nick Fury can either oppose or agree to the trade.
Pay with Shang-Chi's corpse, or reap the rewards of Tony Stark's corpse.
Whether S.H.I.E.L.D. loses money or not, the Mandarin doesn't care; he's happy as long as he doesn't lose and makes a profit!