After ending the video call with Peter, the impotent and furious President unconsciously turned into a desk-clearing Master.
Well, he was just a hair's breadth away from triggering a certain small red button... triple the funding!
Supreme law enforcement authority!
Why doesn't this kid just go and rob someone?
Oh, what he's doing now is no different from robbery!
And as for himself, where was he even talking to a subordinate?
Swearing allegiance to an emperor about to ascend the throne would be nothing more than this!
At this moment, he felt like he wasn't the President, but a dog Peter kept in the White House.
No, a dog can still bark at its Master when it's stressed.
But he didn't even have the right to bark twice!
Thinking of this, the President couldn't help but show a self-deprecating smile.
The act of thinking about recruiting Peter, letting him be the Director of S.H.I.E.L.D., and trying to bind him to his own chariot with power and status was simply the most ridiculous joke in the world.
Have you ever seen a farmer who could keep Godzilla in his own pigpen?
But now, what's the use of regretting such things?
It's all too late!
He could only watch as the power he had chased for half his life fell into the hands of others bit by bit.
And from now on, he was destined to only get the alms of the generous Lord Peter by wagging his tail and begging for pity... S.H.I.E.L.D., Triskelion Building.
The meeting had already been declared over.
The mess in the conference room would be cleaned up by Coulson.
And Hill had already arranged for people to capture the HYDRA remnants hiding in other government departments.
As for Peter, he, along with Tony and Captain America, escorted the ashen-faced Nick Fury out of the building.
Before long, several black SUVs slowly drove up, with the CIA logo printed on the side.
Watching two CIA Agents expressionlessly hold Nick Fury's arms and stuff him into the car, Tony rubbed his chin and couldn't help but lean in close to Peter and whisper:
"Just hand him over to the CIA like this?"
"Those useless snacks aren't even as good as HYDRA; can they really keep an eye on him?"
Tony's tone was full of distrust for the CIA.
"Whether they can keep him or not isn't important."
Peter crossed his arms, calmly watching the departing convoy.
"What's important is that I have to give those people some face on the surface."
"Otherwise, even a desperate dog will jump over a wall."
Peter naturally knew that with the CIA's meager skills, wanting to lock up Nick Fury was pure fantasy.
I'm afraid before the convoy even reached the secret prison, Nick Fury would have already used a certain Skrull to disguise themselves as him and completed a golden cicada shedding its skin escape.
In fact, this was the back door Peter had left for him, or rather, a test.
Although Nick Fury's acting style was a bit disgusting, he ultimately wasn't some irredeemable villain.
Peter had no reason to kill him indiscriminately just like that.
So, he prepared to give Nick Fury one last chance.
If Nick Fury couldn't swallow this insult and chose to abandon the bottom line he had always held onto in order to retaliate against him...
And went to hook up with those alien forces... then Peter would personally send him on his way, letting him reunite with his HYDRA friends in hell.
But if he can still distinguish between what's important and what's not, and knows who the real enemy is... then Peter wouldn't mind granting him a title like "Director of S.W.O.R.D." and letting him peacefully go to outer space to plant potatoes... oh wait, no, to find a new home for those Skrulls.
This could be considered recycling waste.
"Alright, don't worry about the things here; I can handle it."
Peter patted Tony's shoulder:
"Your top priority now is to develop the new element and the Vibranium suit; I'm waiting to see your masterpiece!"
Hearing about the new element and the Vibranium suit, Tony also instantly perked up:
"Just you wait and see; I guarantee I'll build you an Iron Man Suit that can rub whatever Wakanda technology into the ground!"
After boasting like this, Tony also flew away from the Triskelion Building.
"HYDRA is dealt with, and S.H.I.E.L.D. is in my hands..."
After watching Tony leave, Peter rubbed his temples and couldn't help but whisper:
"So next, it's also time to solve... the problem of Gwen and Felicia."
Thinking this, Peter also stepped onto his flying skateboard and left the Triskelion Building.
What he didn't notice as he left was...
Inside the Triskelion Building behind him, three pairs of eyes, on different floors, were silently watching his departing back... In the training room, sweat soaked Daisy's tank top.
She had just completed a round of physical training that far exceeded the standards, and the muscle soreness made her almost unable to stand steadily.
But when she saw Peter's departing back through the glass window, that exhaustion was instantly replaced by a burning emotion.
Brother Peter... is really too amazing.
In just a few days, he completed the purge of S.H.I.E.L.D.
And she hadn't even been able to help at all.
Thinking of this, Daisy subconsciously clenched her small fists.
I can't dawdle anymore; I'm determined to become Brother Peter's strongest support in S.H.I.E.L.D.!
With the current progress, God knows how much longer it will take to achieve this goal?
Thinking this, a sense of urgency arose in the young girl's heart for no reason.
She then immediately turned and threw herself at the training equipment, starting a new round of self-torturing training... Director's Office.
Maria Hill, who had been looking through various secret HYDRA operations within S.H.I.E.L.D., was also staring blankly at Peter's back at this moment.
As Nick Fury's once most trusted deputy, the impact of everything that happened today was undoubtedly huge for her.
But after the shock, there was more... deep admiration.
HYDRA, this malignant tumor that had parasitized S.H.I.E.L.D. for decades like a maggot in the bone without anyone knowing.
Was actually cleaned out so easily by Peter?
And it was completed secretly by him alone!
How did he see through all this without anyone knowing?
And how did he set up a dragnet, deliver a fatal blow, and grasp this massive amount of incriminating evidence?
This kind of method, this kind of boldness... is not something a reckless brute with only superpowers possesses!
Looking at Peter's departing back, the light of inquiry and curiosity in Hill's eyes grew stronger and stronger.
She vaguely felt a hazy impulse in her heart, hoping to learn more about this young Director.
This capable Director's secretary hadn't realized yet that this fatal curiosity was itself a trap that couldn't be escaped.
One day, because of this curiosity, she would be unable to move like a small insect on a spider's web, and finally completely become the spider's meal... And on the rooftop of the Triskelion Building.
Agent Natasha leaned against the railing, letting the cold high-altitude wind mess up her fiery red hair.
On her face, there was a trace of undetectable disappointment.
She thought that her act of being the first to stand up and support Peter in the conference room today would be treated differently, and she would get the chance to be in the same room as him and be praised by him privately.
But the reality was... nothing happened!
The way Peter looked at her was no different from the way he looked at Coulson or any other Agent.
As if her taking a side was only to be expected.
Peter's disregard made Natasha deeply doubt her own charm.
She didn't know what was wrong with her?
Nor did she know out of what emotion she would so pathologically crave Peter's attention.
Gratitude? Admiration? Or true romantic feelings?
But why did Peter seem not to care about her at all?
Was it because of his faithful love for Gwen?
But he was clearly also involved with that girl named Felicia!
So why was he so dismissive of her?
Could it be... because of her past that she couldn't bear to look back on?
Thinking of the filth and blood in the Red Room, those memories she herself felt extremely disgusted by... strong negative emotions suddenly submerged her like a tide.
But if... if she had a choice.
If, when she was helpless, there could have been someone who reached out to her like they cared for Gwen and pulled her out of that filthy mire, how could she have lived like that?