The two parties engaged in friendly consultations for the duration of the meeting.
Norman Osborn will sponsor two billion U.S. dollars as initial startup capital in the form of private investment.
Furthermore, over the coming period, the focus of research will gradually shift towards the development of Compound V.
If not for concerns about the military, Norman would have loved to move his entire medical research team over.
And so, Emrys, from being unemployed, made a magnificent transformation to become a director of Vought Pharmaceuticals!
Vought Pharmaceuticals, outwardly, claims to be researching drugs for human health, but in reality, it's just a front to deceive the military and political circles.
"Since we have already reached an agreement."
Norman's gaze towards Compound V was filled with greed and desire.
He believed that if it weren't for Emrys' displayed extraordinary abilities, he would have long since been unable to suppress the greed in his heart.
"Of course, it's yours now, starting from this moment."
Emrys casually tossed it, as if completely unconcerned about the value of the serum in his hand.
Norman was nearly scared to death by his action; as he hurriedly reached out to catch it, he found the serum floating silently in mid-air, as if held by an invisible hand.
"No need to be so nervous, Mr. Osborn." Emrys wiggled his index finger slightly, and the serum slowly descended into Norman's palm: "With me here, nothing will go wrong."
Gazing at the azure serum in his palm, Norman's heart beat uncontrollably.
This seemingly ordinary bottle of serum could unleash superpowers within the human body, thereby completely breaking free from the limitations of mortals!
Even Norman Osborn, who held hundreds of billions in assets and stood at the pinnacle of U.S. capital, nearly lost control of that greedy desire, wanting to inject the serum immediately!
However, Emrys had already guessed Norman's thoughts and said unhurriedly: "Oh, there's something I need to remind you about, Mr. Osborn."
Norman was suddenly startled awake by his voice and turned to look at Emrys: "What is it?"
"This Compound V is not perfect," Emrys said with a smile: "Its effects only last for 24 hours and come with unknown, significant side effects."
"What?!"
A simple sentence completely dispelled Norman's little schemes.
"Isn't that normal, Mr. Osborn?" Emrys crossed his right leg over his left, his hands clasped on his knees, and smiled calmly at Norman's surprised and angry gaze: "If it were a flawless Compound V, why would I need to seek cooperation with you, don't you agree?"
Norman was speechless for a moment, and looking at the Compound V in his hand again, it didn't seem so enticing anymore.
"Of course, I wasn't lying to you just now, Mr. Osborn."
Emrys uncrossed his legs and leaned slightly forward, his voice low and seductive like a devil's: "A perfect Compound V would grant superpowers permanently, without any side effects, and I am the best example. So, Mr. Osborn, please work hard."
"Heh, I understand what you mean."
Norman closed his eyes, then suddenly couldn't help but let out a few low laughs, opening his eyes again to look at Emrys: "You're warning me not to harbor any ulterior motives, right?"
If he really couldn't control himself and secretly injected the serum, after the 24-hour ability Failure, he would undoubtedly be a lamb to the slaughter!
"It's good that you understand."
Emrys did not deny his intention just now; in fact, he was indeed putting pressure on Norman.
"Not old, but quite thoughtful." Not only was Norman not disgusted, but he even showed a hint of admiration: "Good, what I want is not a temporary serum, but a flawless Compound V, so cooperation is the best choice. I like your straightforwardness!"
"Then, I wish us pleasant cooperation, Mr. Osborn."
Emrys raised his cup, a smile appearing on his face: "Believe me, this will be the best decision you make in your life!"
"To Vought!"
"To the future!"
The two exchanged smiles and drained the coffe in their cups.
Vought Pharmaceuticals Group officially launched today, with Merlin Emrys as Executive Director, Norman Osborn as a board member, and Tony Stark, who was still in the dark!
New York time, 8:37 PM, night fell, and the city lights came on.
With an elegant screech, a silver-and-black Lamborghini stopped in front of the opulent mansion hosting the charity gala.
Countless reporters waited at the entrance, and upon seeing the Lamborghini's license plate, they immediately surged forward excitedly, holding various cameras and microphones, breathlessly awaiting the legendary man.
As the scissor doors lifted, the moment Emrys stepped out, the reporters, who had been full of anticipation, turned to astonishment and disappointment.
"Why isn't it Tony Stark?"
"Yeah, isn't this Tony Stark's car? Who is this guy?"
The reporters were all dumbfounded; they had expected Tony Stark, but an unfamiliar person emerged instead.
"Hey, Mr. Merlin, I'm over here!"
Suddenly, Obadiah, a veteran figure of Stark Industries Group and Tony's uncle, came down the red carpet steps with a warm expression, opening his arms to embrace Emrys.
Obadiah's actions caused the originally disappointed reporters to become like sharks smelling blood, their eyes gleaming.
They weren't fools; Obadiah was a veteran of Stark Industries Group, and anyone he treated with such solemnity was definitely not simple!
"Mr. Obadiah, it's an honor to meet you."
Emrys, equally enthusiastic, returned the embrace.
"I want to thank you on Tony's behalf, Mr. Merlin."
Obadiah patted his shoulder forcefully, sighing: "If it weren't for you, he might have died in Afghanistan. You don't know how worried I was about him. Fortunately, Tony came back!"
"Tony and I are friends; these are all things that should be done." Emrys showed his habitual fake smile.
Honestly, if he didn't know the plot, with Obadiah's acting skills, he might not have suspected him.
It's just that his methods were a bit too crude.
"Everyone, I want to formally introduce to you, Mr. Merlin Emrys !"
Obadiah took his hand and loudly announced to the surrounding businessmen, politicians, and reporters: "He is the hero who single-handedly eliminated an entire terrorist organization in the Middle East and rescued Tony Stark! Let's give a warm welcome to Mr. Merlin Emrys !"
Alright, alright, you son of a bitch, this is how you want to play, huh?
Emrys kept his fake smile on his face, but in his heart, he had already made a mental note against Obadiah.
That scoundrel! Tony deliberately concealed his escape experience to protect Emrys, but this bastard just leaked it!
Emrys didn't even have to think to know that many eyes would be on him after today!
This, of course, included S.H.I.E.L.D.!
As for why, the reason was simple.
Emrys had just seen black Widow, dressed in a black dress and disguised as a gala attendee, in the crowd.
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A hundred million U.S. dollars, in Obadiah's eyes, was simply not important.
He didn't even care about those shares; what truly deserved his apprehension was Tony's attitude!
Ever since Tony Stark's safe coming home, he had been holed up in his laboratory, seeing almost no one except Emrys, which undoubtedly sent a signal to the outside world.
That was, Tony placed immense trust in this young man named Merlin Emrys !
For this, Obadiah specifically approached Tony, and finally, leveraging their uncle-nephew relationship, he managed to extract some information about Merlin Emrys .
Although Tony still concealed a lot, Obadiah quickly pieced together the general situation after contacting the Ten Rings.
It was this young man in front of him who had ruined his plan!
Despite wishing he could wring Emrys' neck, Obadiah outwardly maintained the facade of a doting uncle and expressed deep gratitude to Emrys, the benefactor who had rescued Tony.
Of course, the previous interaction was purely to 'disgust' Emrys.
Obadiah enthusiastically took Emrys by the hand and strode into the charity gala, tirelessly proclaiming to everyone that without Emrys, Tony would not have been able to return safely.
And so, in the subsequent charity gala, Merlin Emrys became the most sought-after person.
Elites from various industries or politicians constantly approached him to curry favor.
Emrys maintained a smile throughout, politely and appropriately dealing with each of them, but in his heart, he had already sentenced Obadiah to death.
You old bastard, you better not fall into my hands, or you'll regret it!
He genuinely detested such meaningless social occasions, which held no value at all and were purely a waste of life.
Just as Emrys was suffering, a savior finally appeared!
Tony Stark made a dazzling entrance, dismissed the crowd with a few words, then put an arm around Emrys and sat in a corner at the edge of the hall, a place not so easily noticed.
"Thank you so much; this time it's from the bottom of my heart." Emrys could finally breathe a sigh of relief and immediately offered his thanks to Tony.
"You mean, before, it wasn't from the bottom of your heart?"
Tony, holding a glass of champagne, looked at the flustered Emrys and couldn't help but burst out laughing: "See? This is Tony Stark's popularity; as long as you can connect with me, you'll have an endless stream of connections. You should feel honored, Emrys!"
As expected of Marvel's show-off king, he didn't forget to brag even at a time like this.
"Didn't you say you weren't coming?" Emrys pouted, disdainfully saying, "I'm curious, who changed your mind?"
"Don't even mention it, Pepper insisted I come to the gala." Tony's cheerful expression faded, and he angrily drained his champagne, saying fiercely, "Pepper said I'd been in the lab for three days, and if I didn't get some fresh air, I'd rot and get depressed. She actually dared to threaten me with resignation; it's absolutely ridiculous!"
"Pfft!"
Emrys couldn't hold back and burst out laughing.
It was clear that even before becoming Iron Man, Tony's tendency to be henpecked was already taking shape.
"What are you laughing at?" Tony glared at Emrys in displeasure: "Hey, I consider you a friend, and I specifically came to help you out, and you're still making fun of me?"
"No, I just suddenly thought of something funny."
Emrys suppressed his laughter, his mind filled with the future image of an arrogant Tony being completely subdued by Pepper.
"What's so funny?"
Tony curiously craned his neck over.
"Proud people often don't realize what they care about most." Emrys put down his champagne, patted him on the shoulder, and said earnestly, "My friend, I hope you won't be like that, losing the person who cares about you most because of pride."
"Who? Me?"
Tony's face was full of disbelief; he pointed to himself and laughed loudly: "Don't be ridiculous, Emrys, I'm Tony Stark!"
"Whether it is or not, you know it in your heart."
Emrys smiled but didn't elaborate; sometimes, if the time isn't right, it will only backfire.
"Hey, see that woman over there?" Tony, perhaps flustered, abruptly changed the subject, pointing to a beautiful woman in a black dress with flowing hair and a curvaceous figure, saying confidently, "She's walking towards us. I bet you she's coming to ask me out!"
"Oh, really?"
Looking at the woman in the black dress approaching, Emrys took a sip of champagne and said playfully, "Then I bet she's coming for me."
"For you? No, no, no, absolutely impossible!"
Tony was quite confident, straightened his back, and adopted the seasoned posture of a ladies' man: "I can only say, you simply don't understand what Tony Stark means to women!"
"Alright, if you lose, will you grant me one request?" Emrys said.
"No problem!"
Tony immediately agreed, not believing he would lose.
Are you kidding? He had been a ladies' man for decades, voted the most popular man by models; how could he lose to a kid who hadn't even fully grown?
The woman in the black dress, holding a glass of champagne, swayed her sexy waist, the slit of her skirt occasionally revealing a glimpse of leg, her smooth and long legs walking gracefully in ribbon heels.
Tony crossed his legs, looking utterly confident, and whispered to Emrys, "Watch closely, kid, let me teach you what masculine charm is!"
Then, under Tony's confident smile, the woman in the black dress approached Emrys, her sexy red lips slightly parted: "Hello, Mr. Merlin, my name is Natasha. May I invite you for a chat?"
Click!
Emrys seemed to hear something shatter.
He turned his head and saw Tony's expression frozen, his pupils intensely constricted, his face filled with disbelief.
"Wait, wait. You, don't you know me?" Tony seemed a bit unwilling to accept defeat, a stiff smile on his face as he introduced himself to the woman in the black dress: "My name is Tony Stark. You should know me."
"Oh, I do know you, Mr. Stark."
The woman in the black dress smiled slightly and said, "The famous playboy, the lover models dream of. They say that just one night with you can get them a whole year of publicity."
Tony's mouth twitched slightly: "I think that might be a misunderstanding, beautiful lady."
Who was ruining his reputation?!
What did she mean, one night with him could get a whole year of publicity?
What did they take Tony Stark for?
Those damned media, they were too hateful!
"I'm sorry, Mr. Stark."
However, the woman in the black dress no longer bothered with him, instead throwing a seductive glance at Emrys: "Compared to your 'achievements,' I prefer more innocent men, such as Mr. Merlin. You still haven't accepted my invitation~"
Tony was heartbroken, his mind filled with "Why?"
How could a kid who hadn't even fully grown hook up with such a hot beauty, while Tony Stark was left aside? It was simply unfair!
"Of course, refusing an invitation from such a beautiful lady as yourself would be punished by God~"
Emrys smiled slightly, stood up, and put his arm around Natasha's waist, then winked back at Tony, meaning "don't forget your bet."
"You little rascal, you'd better watch out tonight!"
Tony gritted his teeth, not because he cared so much about a woman, but purely because he had lost face and was somewhat exasperated.
Emrys was practically bursting with laughter watching Tony get flustered.
No matter how much he racked his brain, he probably wouldn't figure out why.
Why had Tony Stark's usually infallible calling card suddenly become ineffective?
The reason was quite simple: the woman in the black dress wasn't a guest at the banquet at all, but a high-ranking S.H.I.E.L.D. Agent, Natasha Romanoff, code-named black Widow, a former Red room Agent!
As for why S.H.I.E.L.D.'s black Widow would suddenly target him, Emrys could roughly guess a thing or two.
And because of his appearance, Tony's Mark I armor had not yet been exposed, so it made sense that S.H.I.E.L.D. had no designs on Tony.
"You look very happy, would you like to share it with me, Emrys?" Natasha pressed close to him, her red lips exhaling a fragrant breath, her eyes radiating a teasing charm.
The thin black gauze dress couldn't hide her alluring figure at all.
Emrys only needed to glance sideways to see a sliver of astonishingly smooth, white skin hidden within—it was simply too much!
It had to be said, Natasha's figure was truly top-notch; no wonder some people wanted to drink her Shower water. Which young man could resist?
"Of course, I'd be delighted to share my happiness with you~"
Emrys chuckled softly, not treating himself as an outsider at all, directly wrapping his arm around Natasha's waist and gently pinching her soft flesh, looking impatient: "How about we go to a room to chat?"
Since it was an easy opportunity delivered to his doorstep, he wouldn't be White not to take it.
On the other hand, Natasha truly lived up to her reputation as a high-ranking S.H.I.E.L.D. Agent. Although it was unclear what she was thinking, while Emrys took full advantage, she displayed a shy expression.
"Well, alright then~ Seeing as you're so handsome."
Natasha smiled faintly, leaning into Emrys' embrace, two blushes rising to her cheeks.
"Damn it!"
Tony, behind them, nearly threw his wine glass in anger when he saw the two of them being so intimate!
He just couldn't understand it; why choose a greenhorn when there was a handsome, dashing, charming, wealthy, mature, and steady man available?!
How was Emrys better than him?
That kid was useless except for his face!
Tony, in his sullen mood, decided that tonight he would have a retaliatory good time.
So, he turned his gaze to the models at the banquet, straightening his back: "Tonight, I'm going to take on ten!"
Upstairs from the charity banquet was a luxury hotel lounge area, specifically provided for the convenience of banquet guests.
Of course, in Emrys' understanding, a so-called charity banquet was purely a place for men and women to exchange interests and bodily fluids.
Emrys feigned an eager look, embracing Natasha and heading towards the guest room.
As soon as they entered, he couldn't wait to get started, but he didn't expect Natasha to nimbly dodge to the side, pursing her lips in a light smile and throwing Emrys a seductive glance: "Don't be so impatient, handsome boy. The night is still long, how about... we have a few drinks first?"
Although seduction was a skill spies and Agents, Natasha, excelled at, she didn't intend to actually offer herself.
Emrys was well aware of her intentions; they were both just playing along, and it was a matter of who could act better. So, he went along with it, smiling as he turned and took a bottle of high-proof liquor, a globally limited Macallan whiskey, from the guest room's bar cabinet: " Natasha, I prefer strong liquor. What do you think of this one?"
Good, very good. Natasha secretly rejoiced, unaware that this move was exactly what she wanted.
She was just wondering what excuse to use to get Emrys drunk, and he practically delivered himself. She hadn't expected this target to be so easy and simple!
Of course, Natasha still politely declined a few times on the surface, blushing shyly, before accepting the proposal.
She wasn't bragging, but mere strong liquor was no problem for her, even as a mouthwash!
Watching Emrys' impatient look, Natasha sneered inwardly, thinking, 'I'll get you so drunk you won't know up from down.'
And so, the two people, each with their own ulterior motives, began to drink heavily.
After a few glasses of strong liquor, Emrys felt lightheaded, his face flushed and steaming with alcohol, clearly looking quite drunk: "I-I'm telling you, if it weren't for me, Tony would have died a long time ago!"
Such a good thing happened?!
Natasha secretly delighted, widening her eyes and feigning an expression of admiration: "Really? Mr. Merlin, can you tell me how you rescued Tony?"
"Let's, let's just hurry up and start!"
Emrys began to stammer, swaying as he tried to embrace Natasha.
However, Natasha dodged to the side, pulled a restraint strap from her black dress, tied him up completely, and then threw him onto the bed.
"Huh? What are you doing? Let me go!"
Emrys, firmly bound, struggled with a hint of 'panic'.
"Don't struggle, you little pervert."
Natasha pulled over a chair and sat down, saying playfully: "This is a restraint strap made of special materials. Even dozens of tons of pulling force wouldn't be able to break it."
It had to be said, from that angle, Natasha's figure was fully revealed, truly a feast for the eyes.
Especially that high-slit black dress, clinging to her rounded hips, Natasha's slender right leg lightly resting on the other, her entire waist arched into a graceful curve, the base of her thigh exposed by the dress' slit, faintly revealing a patch of White skin, making one's imagination run wild.
"Are you from the Ten Rings?"
Emrys 'suddenly' calmed down.
"That, you don't need to know."
Natasha feigned mystery, neither admitting nor denying it.
In the course on interrogation, the most important point was to create psychological pressure on the subject; the more panicked the interrogated person was, the more likely they were to yield information!
"Now, it's my turn to ask, and you answer~"
At some point, a small black baton appeared in Natasha's hand.
Where on Earth did that thing come from?!
That thin black gauze dress didn't look like it had anywhere to hide such a thing. Could it be—hiss!
Emrys gasped, and the look in his eyes when he gazed at Natasha again inexplicably carried a hint of profound meaning.
Fortunately, it was a female Agent. If it had been a male Agent, wouldn't he have to shove it up his ass?
Horrible, simply horrible!
"Kid, you seem to be thinking something unhealthy."
Looking at the other party's eyes, Natasha knew exactly what he was thinking, and with a livid expression, she gripped the stun baton: "It seems you won't be honest until I give you a taste of pain!"
Just then, Natasha suddenly saw Emrys, who had been bound by the restraint strap, break free as if nothing had happened.
"Eh, why did you have to run into this?" Emrys sighed with a regretful expression, shaking his head: "I actually thought my charm was really that great. Turns out it's a spy after all?"
"You, how did you break free?"
Natasha was dumbfounded. That thing could withstand dozens of tons of pulling force, and it just broke like that?
"Now, it's your turn, Natasha~"
Emrys smiled, beckoning with his finger, instantly binding her in place.
Then, he methodically took out some rich-man's special hemp rope from the cabinet and gave Natasha a classic spy movie tie up.
Immediately after, Natasha was suspended from the hook directly above the ceiling, her hands and legs tied behind her back, her entire lumbar spine arched outwards, like a bowed fish.
Hmm, not bad. Emrys admired his masterpiece, nodding in satisfaction.
As for Natasha, she really wanted to curse, but unfortunately, she couldn't speak. She could only glare at Emrys with eyes that seemed to spit fire, wishing she could kill this bastard for tying her up like an AV actress!
Ding-a-ling~
Suddenly, the landline phone in the living room rang. Emrys' lips curved slightly; if he guessed correctly, it should be those people from S.H.I.E.L.D.
His elaborate performance hadn't been in vain; they had finally fallen for it.
He picked up the phone.
"Hello, Mr. Merlin."
A very magnetic male voice came from the phone: "Let me introduce ourselves, we are the Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division—"
"I don't speak government."
Emrys directly interrupted the other party's 'spell-casting', crossing his legs: "Cut to the chase, get straight to the point."
"Alright, it's like this, Mr. Merlin." The person on the phone sounded a bit helpless, saying: "We are S.H.I.E.L.D., serving the International Security Council, responsible for handling various crises that could threaten America and the entire world. And the one you... ahem, have hanging, is actually our Agent."
"You say she's yours, and she's yours?"
Emrys sneered, looking at Natasha hanging from the ceiling: "Fine, don't say I'm not giving you a chance. One hundred million U.S. dollars, deposited into my account within half an hour, and I'll pretend this never happened. Otherwise, your Agent will be on adult websites tomorrow!"
S.H.I.E.L.D.'s sexy female Agent, secretly infiltrating for investigation, tragically... It should be quite a spectacle!
Coulson, on the other end of the phone, was directly silenced, his brain almost crashing.
What on earth is this thing?!
Putting black Widow's video on an international adult website—is that really a dirty trick a human could come up with?
Black Widow, who was hanging from the ceiling nearby, couldn't help but shiver when she heard Emrys' words, her mind filled with the tragic fate of the search officers in the movies.
Due to mission requirements, she had dabbled in a few such works.
The thought of becoming a plaything, and most likely the only Agent to be posted on an adult website, made her wish she could bite her tongue and die!
This isn't how you lose face!
Black Widow struggled desperately, using every technique she knew, but the ropes not only didn't loosen, they tightened even more.
It would be a miracle if she could break free; this was the pinnacle of rope artistry, a fusion of hundreds of works!
Leaving other aspects aside for now, in terms of rope bondage alone, Emrys would declare The Handmaiden the strongest!
Coulson was silent for a full thirty seconds before he spoke with difficulty: "Mr. Merlin, you might not understand us very well. S.H.I.E.L.D. is an organization authorized by the International Security Council to maintain global security and handle anomalous events. What you are doing is provoking S.H.I.E.L.D."
"Are you threatening me?" Emrys naturally heard the implied threat on the other end of the line.
"I am merely stating facts, Mr. Merlin."
Coulson tried to use negotiation tactics, deliberately lowering his voice to increase psychological deterrence: "Our existence is known to only a very few people. To put it in terms you can understand, our authority is immense. We can directly arrest you without needing to go through state or municipal courts, and even the Department of Defense cannot interfere with us."
Although there was a bit of exaggeration, it was undeniable that S.H.I.E.L.D. did possess significant authority.
"Alright, I'll be waiting."
Emrys sneered and hung up the phone directly.
Now, he should be the one feeling confident. Did they really think they could intimidate him?
If S.H.I.E.L.D. could arrest anyone they wanted, the first ones who would want to kill them would definitely not be Emrys, but rather those congressmen and the capital groups behind them.
Everyone is playing within the unspoken rules, but you insist on breaking out. Isn't that just asking for a beating?
Sure enough, after a moment of silence, the landline phone rang urgently again.
But this time, Emrys had no intention of answering. He slowly walked towards black Widow, and in her terrified gaze, he said unhurriedly: "Miss Natasha, I'm afraid your so-called organization is not willing to pay one hundred million U.S. dollars to redeem you. So, I will just have to find a way to collect some interest myself."
"No, don't!" Black Widow screamed frantically in her heart, wishing she could strangle that damned Fury!
Don't let her find out who made that call, otherwise, when she gets back, she'll definitely kill that bastard. They asked for a hundred million; whether to give it or not is one thing, but didn't they know to at least try to stabilize the situation first?
This time, it wasn't just the landline; even his private cell phone was ringing.
It was clear that S.H.I.E.L.D. was truly desperate.
Emrys calmly answered the phone and put it on speaker. Before the other side could speak, he preempted them: "What, this time you're going to tell me your missiles are already aimed at me?"
"No, no, no, you're joking, Mr. Merlin."
Coulson said with extreme helplessness: "That was a misunderstanding just now. We'd like to talk to you."
"Alright, one hundred million U.S. dollars, not a penny less."
Emrys glanced down at his watch and kindly reminded him: "There are twenty minutes left until the half-hour mark."
"You are extorting us, Mr. Merlin." Coulson twitched his lips, feeling like he had met his match this time.
"Oh really?" Emrys picked at his fingernails and said indifferently: "How about we first discuss the matter of you sending a female spy to seduce me and planning to interrogate me, what do you say?"
"Mr. Merlin, we are S.H.I.E.L.D., and this is to avoid security issues." Coulson had a bit of a headache and could only barely explain: "Please believe us, S.H.I.E.L.D. would never harm you. Agent Romanoff's actions were purely to scare you."
"Do I look like an idiot to you?" Emrys countered.
There was no answer for a long time.
"Listen carefully, I don't care if you're S.H.I.E.L.D. or S.W.O.R.D, it has nothing to do with me."
Emrys' eyelids twitched, and Black Widow, suspended in mid-air, suddenly felt her throat being squeezed, completely unable to take in air, her entire face turning crimson and purple.
"You, you should be able to see what's happening in the room, right?" His five fingers slightly squeezed together, and Natasha's body convulsed non-stop, her eyes even rolling white: "Don't say I'm being unreasonable. You were the ones who made the first move against me, so you should be prepared to bear the cost of failure, shouldn't you?"
"Stop!"
Agent Coulson, using the surveillance, saw black Widow, who was almost choked to death, and shouted in shock: "Mr. Merlin, please calm down!"
Emrys released his psionic power and said calmly: "Next time you call, I hope it's news that one hundred million U.S. dollars has been deposited, understood?"
After speaking, he hung up the phone directly.
black Widow coughed violently, her eyes bloodshot from lack of oxygen, looking at Emrys with both fear and shock.
How ruthless, he acted without hesitation at the slightest disagreement!
She suddenly realized that she must have been exposed long ago, and this damned devil had been deceiving her all along!
She had hunted geese all her life, but never expected to have her eye pecked out by a goose!
She had even thought the mission was simple and that this kid was quick to take the bait. Turns out, she had fallen into his trap!
"What the f*ck!"
In the highest-level office of S.H.I.E.L.D., Fury angrily threw his cup: "A hundred million, why doesn't he just rob a bank?"
Coulson stood beside him, looking wronged, and whispered: "Boss, this is much faster than robbing a bank."
"Do I need you to tell me?!" Fury glared at him angrily, his rage not yet subsided, veins throbbing on his face: "S.H.I.E.L.D. has been around for decades, and this is the first time someone has extorted us!"
"So what do we do now, Boss?"
Coulson sighed helplessly: "No matter what, Romanoff was on a mission. That kid has a really tough temper. I'm afraid if I say two more words, Romanoff will be choked to death by him."
Fury closed his eyes in deep thought for a long time, then suddenly opened them, narrowing them slightly: "Coulson, according to your description, that kid has superpowers?"
"That's right, from what we saw on surveillance, Emrys seems to possess some kind of superpower, able to control objects remotely." Coulson didn't understand his meaning, but still reported truthfully.
"Good, isn't it just a hundred million? Give it to him!"
Fury seemed to have thought of something, a mysterious smile appearing on his face, as if everything was under control.
"Really?"
Coulson was a little unsure; this wasn't a small sum of money!
"Of course, since he dares to ask for it, why wouldn't I give it?"
Fury adopted a confident posture, crossing his hands under his chin like a cunning old fox: "Don't forget, with our budget, a mere hundred million is nothing."
"But how do we explain this to the higher-ups?" Coulson asked with difficulty.
S.H.I.E.L.D.'s money didn't just come out of nowhere; every expenditure had to be clearly documented, otherwise, how could they explain it to the Security Council?
"See that cup?"
Fury looked at the shattered cup in the corner that he had thrown, and said indifferently: "Go to the storeroom and report a thousand of them."
"And then?"
Coulson still didn't understand what this had to do with cups.
"This cup is worth one hundred thousand, understand?"
Amidst Coulson's shocked expression, Fury walked over and patted his shoulder, saying earnestly: "Learn slowly. You still have a lot to learn, Agent Coulson."