Marvel's Cultivator

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"Come in!" Nick Fury shouted, straightened his legs and straightened up, and the door clicked and then pushed open.

"Director!" Colson walked in with a stack of documents, gently locked the door, walked to the desk, pulled out a chair and sat down.

"Colson, how are you? Have you met those four people? How do you feel?" Nick Fury walked to the coffee machine and took out two white porcelain cups, took two cups, turned back to his desk and handed them to Coulson, asked.

"Thank you. Well, they don't look like characters from mythology, and they don't seem to have any diplomatic experience. To be precise, they are a bit naive." Colson put down the document, took the coffee with both hands, took a sip, and said after thinking for a while. .

"Myths are always artistically processed. Besides, this is good news for us, isn't it? At least they are not too strong, otherwise I, the director, wouldn't know what to do." Nick Fury seemed quite concerned. Optimistically, he opened the sugar cube box and added a few cubes of sugar, slowly stirred it, blew on it and took a sip.

Rich and fragrant coffee is always a good friend for these people.

Things like alien empires have already made him feel stressed. If Carol hadn't appeared in the first place, maybe the earth could withstand the Kree invasion. Thinking of this, Nick Fury sighed. , I just feel like my head is getting bigger and bigger.

"Vostak, Fandral, Hogan, Sif... I know Sif, the goddess of land and harvest in Norse mythology, but the other three... can compete with the famous Thor, the god of thunder. People who become close comrades shouldn't be famous, right?" Nick Fury picked up the documents on the table and looked through them, frowning slightly. Although he didn't want to believe it at first, these four people who claimed to be from Asgard People have indeed shown physical qualities far beyond those of ordinary people.

"Exile, trial, interesting... Coulson, is there any relevant content in Norse mythology?" Nick Fury raised his head and asked.

Coulson thought for a while after hearing this, shook his head and said: "I don't think there is a director, but I think the so-called myth may not be able to record what will happen in the future."

"That's right. Things for those four should have been arranged. I'll ask you to go there tomorrow." Nick Fury nodded and talked about tomorrow's arrangements. In fact, he still wanted Coulson to go. I was resting, but I couldn't trust anyone who could use it.

"Okay Director, if there's nothing else, I'll leave first." Coulson nodded, he was already familiar with these tasks.

"Well, I'll have someone send the necessary documents over."

Watching Coulson leave, Nick Fury lay down lazily again, closed his eyes and fell asleep. The lights in this office might not be turned off even until midnight.

The next morning, the FBI in the San Francisco area had not yet reached the traditional working hours. The supervisor, Jimmy Wu, who was on field duty last night, stretched hard in front of the coffee machine in the branch, and slowly and sleepily Got a cup of coffee.

After drinking the coffee, he turned to look at the mirror on the pillar beside him, and reached out to touch the neatly combed beard on his lips. After a night of work, they still couldn't repair the old computer system. Sol's The transcript has been completed, but the identity verification has not yet been carried out.

At this moment, a subordinate opened the door from the lobby and walked into the office area and reported: "Sir, someone wants to see you."

"Me?" The officer was stunned for a moment, then put down his cup and asked a strange question. He thought about it doubtfully, who would be coming this early in the morning? I haven't heard of anyone coming to inspect it.

"Well, he said he wanted to see you in person. It is said that he is an agent of the Strategic Security Bureau." The subordinate seemed to understand the commander's thoughts, nodded and added.

"You wait here for a while, and then take him to my office." Although he didn't know why, but when he heard that this name seemed quite big, he thought for a while and ordered, then turned and walked into the office, putting the table on the table. I simply sorted out the files and stuffed all the extra stuff into the cabinet beside me.

"Ahem, bring him in." After reluctantly finishing, he tugged on his collar, coughed and ordered in a pretense of seriousness. After a while, his subordinate opened the door, and Coulson was holding a briefcase. Wearing his usual black suit and striped tie, he came in. His professional demeanor made the officer straighten up.

"Hello, I'm Darwin Netto, director of the California FBI branch. Just call me Darwin." The officer stood up, shook Coulson's hand, and introduced himself.

Coulson smiled gently, took out his ID, unfolded it, and introduced himself: "Phil Coulson, special agent of the Strategic Homeland Defense Attack and Logistics Support Agency."

"Oh, Territorial Strategy..." When the director heard the name, he subconsciously said "Oh" and started to chant with some hesitation. He had never seen such a long agency name before. The last time he saw such a long string of names was in English. When I was working in the UK.

"Just call it SHIELD. We recently had a discussion about simplifying the name." Coulson explained with some embarrassment.

"Oh, ok SHIELD, by the way, are you the one under the World Security Council..." The director nodded with relief, and then said belatedly, he naturally knew It's from SHIELD, but the name is really hard to remember.

"Yes, let's get down to business. I'm here to find a man named Thor Odinson. I'm responsible for picking him up. This is the document to be executed." Colson nodded and turned to bring the matter to a close. Getting to the point, open your briefcase and take out a stack of paper documents.

The director took the document with both hands and browsed it carefully. To be honest, this was the first time he had contacted SHIELD in so many years, but there were all relevant regulations. He thought he could find it from his desk. The relevant documents were published and compared with each other.

"Please wait a moment, Agent Coulson, I need to make a call."

The director stood up and said, before going out, he turned to his subordinates and ordered: "Get Mr. Colson a cup of coffee."

"Thank you." Colson took the coffee, smiled gently, watched the man leave, and put the coffee aside.

After a while, the director returned to the office with the documents, sat down and asked Coulson: "I have confirmed the procedures, when do you plan to take him away."

"The sooner the better. By the way, how was he doing last night?" Colson asked, wanting to know what Thor said last night.

"Oh, it's nothing. He always says that he is the son of Odin, and he also likes to drink beer. He drank a table full of empty cans. I think he is not up yet." The director recalled the scene last night and laughed. He smiled. He had seen this kind of situation many times and didn't take it seriously.

At this point, the director stopped talking at the right time, stood up and walked out the door: "Agent Coulson, I will take you to find him now."