Agent of a certain comic

Chapter 124 Come on, hurt each other
quite a while!

"Director Louis!"

"Director Fury!"

"Please sit down..."

"Thank you!"

After exchanging pleasantries, Mark sat down on the sofa with a half-smile, and looked at the office with great interest.

His first impression was that it was extravagant.

Even in the afternoon when there is plenty of light, the complicated lighting is still on and emits a cold light.

The four high walls cast dull shadows on the soft carpet!
Office area, conference area, reception area... everything is available!
The books in the bookcase close to the wall are displayed, exuding an aura of wisdom to the outside.

at this time!

Mark's eyes lit up, and he looked at a book placed in the bookcase with interest!
"12 Years a Slave"

Adapted from Solomon Northup's own personal experience, it tells the story of a free black man originally living in New York, educated and married, who followed two people who promised him a job in Washington to the local area, only to find that he had Abducted, and began 12 years of slavery...

After a while!
Mark withdrew his gaze and landed on the one-eyed black stewed egg who sat across from him without looking at him!

Nick Fury sits upright.

Mark, on the other hand, was crossing one leg, resting his chin with one hand, and knocking unconsciously on the armrest of the sofa with the other hand, with a hint of... mocking on his face!
Neither of them spoke first, this was a confrontation of aura!

Whoever speaks first loses!
With his hands in front of his body, Phil Coulson, who was acting as a bodyguard at the door, also looked straight ahead.

As time went by, the atmosphere in the office became more and more depressing.

quite a while!

The corner of Nick Fury's mouth twitched slightly, Mark had so much free time to use.

He can't do it. S.H.I.E.L.D. is a huge and bloated law enforcement agency. Just one hour's work is enough to accumulate documents that need to be processed by one person.

"Director Louis..."

As soon as the black corned egg opened his mouth, Mark reached out his hand to stop it, and said with a smile: "Wait a little longer, I can figure out a problem soon."

"Oh? What is it?"

"I wonder why a black man can dominate a global law enforcement agency!"

"...Director Louis is racist?"

"Haha!" Mark smiled and shook his head and said, "Director Ferry, don't put a hat on my head. I can't bear the hat of racial discrimination. Personally, I didn't come here with tinted glasses."

"is it?"

"Of course!"

"As far as I know, Director Louis seems to have never dated an African-American woman in his love history. I thought Director Louis was prejudiced against certain skin colors."

"Nonsense, it's pure rumors." Mark's face was serious, and he said very seriously: "I just don't like working alone in the dark."

Nick Fury: "..."

Maggie, isn't that racist?

Beat around the bush and say that if our race turns off the lights, no one can be found?
Coulson, who was standing at the door, had no expression on his face, but the subtle movement of the corner of his mouth betrayed him.

Thanks to his good education as an agent, he kept his expression that showed no flaws...

After some verbal exchange, Nick Fury tightened his coat and said lightly: "If Director Louis is here to chat, I think we can find a place to have a drink after get off work."

With that said, he stood up and was ready to see off the guests!
Mark laughed, motioned for Nick Fury to sit down, and said, "Really, if I want to chat, I can't fly from New York to Washington, and I won't find a...how to say, um, Yes, male creatures gossiping!"

Looking at Nick Fury who didn't speak, the smile on Mark's face disappeared immediately: "Director Fury, do you know what I hate the most?"

"..."

Mark said to himself: "There are many things that I hate, but as far as business is concerned, there are only three things that I hate.

The first point is that people who make small reports will never be welcomed by me. Fortunately, Director Fury is not from our FBI, otherwise, hehe...

The second point, that is, the guy who is trying to recruit me, secretly calculates and tests me one after another, I don't like it very much!
The third point is that I really don't like S.H.I.E.L.D. "

Nick Fury just smiled and said, "Director Louis' financial status is not very clear. I believe the Internal Revenue Service is very interested in finding out."

"Are you threatening me?" Mark raised the corner of his mouth and said with a slight sarcasm: "I heard that Director Fury injected anti-aging serum, but I didn't expect that it seemed to only delay the appearance of aging, but it Didn't know Chief Fury's brain wasn't injected!"

Mark is mocking Nick Fury's mind is not clear.

Mark just hates dealing with the IRS, which claims to tax the air they breathe, and that's it!

But it would be nonsense to say that Mark was afraid of them!

After being reincarnated into this universe, Mark has been suppressing his superhuman superiority.

This is a common problem of traversers.

Inevitably, Mark has too!
After Nick Fury heard this sentence, he just smiled slightly, showing no tendency to get angry.

He stood up and said, "Then please, I believe the Internal Revenue Service would like to have a chat with Supervisor Louis about the source of some money!"

As he said that, Nick looked directly at Coulson at the door and said, "Send Director Louis out, and connect me to the President's call by the way, I want to chat with him about the FBI agents trespassing on my S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters one thing!"

Mark shrugged, tidied up his clothes, and said lightly: "Just in time, I have an appointment with the chief judge of the Federal Court tomorrow morning, and I plan to file an ex officio lawsuit against your S.H.I.E.L.D. A tape in Crowe's hand is of interest."

With that said, Mark walked to the door, turned his head and smiled faintly at the gloomy black stewed egg, and said, "By the way, remember to ask your three men to attend tomorrow's hearing on time, I believe, this will be your god This is the first time the shield appears in front of the public, it will be an unparalleled show, I hope you will not lose too badly..."

Maggie.

The man who dared to threaten Mark had not yet been born.

Threatening Mark with the IRS and the President?
What a joke.

The big deal is to pay back taxes. For the IRS, they want money.

With the money in place, everything is not a problem!

As for the president, at worst, resign. Anyway, Mark is also thinking about whether to live another life!
Maybe opening a nightclub is a good choice...

Names are all in mind:

Morning Star Club!

or……

light?
Thinking about it, Mark made a gesture of good luck to the black corned egg, then laughed and walked out the door...

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