thefictionvixens Chapter 271 S.H.I.E.L.D. Asks for Help
Chapter 271 S.H.I.E.L.D. Asks for Help
Welcome to the boundless fantasy continent, the entrance is here:
"Currently, the situation worldwide is extremely dangerous. Hydra has successfully invaded the Middle East and most of Europe, and even much of North America has fallen."
The Avengers and X-Men have suffered repeated defeats and are resting in the rear.
Iron Man Tony Stark has traveled to Antarctica to request reinforcements from Asgard.
Thor returns to the battlefield, bringing with him a wealth of intelligence—
For example, the giant serpent's goal and source of power: it can absorb the fear power of all life as its own sustenance and keep accumulating it.
Moreover, Thor's attitude was very serious, even suggesting he was prepared for a swift victory.
We suspect that Odin, the god-king of Asgard, would choose to burn the entire Earth to the ground for the sake of his own rule.
Nick Fury, the director of S.H.I.E.L.D., found Jung Hyun, the director of S.H.I.E.L.D.
He began to ask his friend on the east side for a small favor.
After all, although no one knows why the east is so peaceful and prosperous, the west has already beaten dogs senseless.
In their Eastern parlance, their "gods" had already gone into battle and fought the enemy, securing the safety of the East, but had themselves become possessed by evil spirits.
They also need manpower to make arrangements—this reason is very unreliable, at least for Nick Fury, who seriously doubts whether the East is trying to fool him.
Unfortunately, they are now too busy taking care of themselves.
No matter what they are like, they are at least human beings, aren't they?
Therefore, most of the information he revealed was only partially true.
Much of the information he revealed was true, but regarding Asgard's final methods, most of it was his speculation.
After all, Odin was a ruthless god-king, and he had prepared to destroy Earth more than once.
This place is just too likely to produce geniuses.
And now, their continuous defeats are an undeniable fact.
Similarly, they also need the S.H.I.E.L.D.'s help as support.
As the director of S.H.I.E.L.D., Zheng Xian watched as Nick Fury, who had always been arrogant and overbearing, even when he outwardly pretended to be reserved, humbled himself and sought his help for the first time.
To be honest, it was awesome, absolutely awesome.
But the problem is, even the landlords don't have surplus grain.
The troops under his command are really unusable; they all have their own uses.
"I'm sorry." Zheng Xian picked up his teacup, took a sip, and slowly put it down, the ceramic cup making a slight crisp sound as it hit the table. "Our heroes from the East all have their own missions."
Although a new unit has been formed, its members are too inexperienced and too young to be deployed to the battlefield immediately.
Please hold on for a while; we will adjust our plans immediately and strive to provide support as quickly as possible.
He politely declined, his tone as gentle as if he were comforting an old friend, but his eyes remained calm.
Nick Fury stared intently at him with his single eye, his gaze seemingly able to pierce through any disguise.
He remained silent before this top agent from the East, simply slowly removing his blindfold to reveal his scarred eye—
That eye said nothing, yet it seemed to say everything.
Silence spread between the two, and the air seemed to freeze.
Jung Hyun exchanged a glance with his assistant beside him.
It's hard to say whether they each revealed any flaws, but in the end, Nick Fury could only nod.
The single eye drooped for a moment, then rose again, revealing something Zheng Xian had never seen in this man before—
It's not weakness, but a kind of almost humble persistence after being forced into a desperate situation.
"Alright. I understand your manpower shortage." Nick Fury's voice was hoarse and slow, as if each word was being forcibly dragged out from the depths of his throat. "But I just hope... this is a problem for the entire planet right now. For the sake of the shared future of humanity, I hope you can do everything you can to help."
Nick Fury's obviously distrustful tone, coupled with his innocent expression, really made you want to punch him.
But what the other party said was indeed true.
Zheng Xian knew very well—
Although the other side always flaunts its power in various ways, standing in front of the world shouting about love, justice and peace, causing trouble everywhere, and sometimes even coming to their side to cause trouble.
But one thing is universally acknowledged: no matter how big the trouble, they will be the first to jump out and greet it.
As for how the trouble came about...
That's none of your business.
To be honest, sometimes Jung Hyun really wanted to just take his family somewhere else and stay there by himself, ignoring all the mess on Earth.
Can you guys please stop worrying?
"We understand."
The conversation is over.
The director of the S.H.I.E.L.D. Bureau, a big shot who is all-powerful in the eyes of outsiders, slumped over the table for the first time, rubbing his messy hair in distress.
The only sounds in the office were the low hum of the air conditioner and Zheng Xian's slightly heavy breathing.
He dug his fingers into his hair roots and pressed hard on his scalp, as if he could press all the messy military intelligence, requests, threats, and speculations out of his brain.
There was a gentle knock on the door three times.
"Reporting to the Director."
The weatherman walked in carrying documents and reports, and before even looking up, he began to report: "We have detected an energy index in the northeast direction... an energy index equivalent to a small nuclear weapon of about 100,000 tons of TNT."
Furthermore, according to local witnesses, they discovered that a meteorite crater had appeared out of nowhere on the ground there.
As soon as he finished speaking, readers flooded the discussion forum, chatting about the allure of the multiverse/infinite world novel. The weather sorcerer finally looked up and saw his boss's utterly dejected expression—
His chin rested on the table, his eyes staring blankly at the ceiling, looking like a fish that had been slapped onto the shore.
He hesitated for a moment, but still relayed the rest of the information completely.
It felt like another heavy punch, knocking Zheng Xian, who was already in a state of confusion, right up to his feet.
"What?" Zheng Xian slammed his hand on the table and stood up abruptly, his chair bouncing back half a meter, almost hitting the wall. "What's wrong over there?"
This really scared him.
To be honest, after all the mess Nick Fury made up for him, he wondered if those guys had already invaded their territory.
No, this is way too fast!
His hand was already reaching for the emergency communicator in the drawer, his mind racing with contingency plans.
Fortunately, the weatherman didn't split his story into two parts to scare people; instead, he quickly recounted the documents someone had submitted afterward.
"That's not the case!" The weatherman quickly waved his hand, his speech becoming faster, and an excited blush even appeared on his face. "According to the deputy director—that is, Mr. Yu's answer—he is preparing to take his newly established Super Soldier Company to the Northeast for training, and at the same time, he wants to win over a mythical figure for us."
The weatherman swallowed hard, his eyes shining like light bulbs.
"It looks like—Sun Wukong!"
When the weatherman uttered the name, he became excited, his voice trembling with barely suppressed emotion, and his eyes even sparkling.
After all, who among the Chinese doesn't like Sun Wukong?
That monkey is so cool!
The ultimate male lead template!
He wreaked havoc in the Heavenly Palace, overthrowing the Heavenly Court in just three years, and even spent seven years specifically studying academic subjects—
That level of thoughtfulness was simply amazing.
However, the name the weatherman uttered truly shocked Zheng Xian to the core.
Wait a minute. Wait a minute. Wait a minute.
He knew about the Super Soldier Squad—after all, Wan Zhongxia had come from his side, as had Li Feng. Originally, he still had two trump cards up his sleeve, wanting to train them properly and then lead the special agents in individual combat.
Or rather, Wan Zhongxia itself is a small-scale combat unit of five people, so there's not much difference between five and one.
But since the other party had taken a liking to it, and there was pressure from above, there was no way to give it to them.
result--
"Tell me in detail, what exactly is this so-called Super Soldier Company?"
Jung Hyun felt he needed to sort out his current relationship first.
He plopped back into his chair, crossed his arms and rested his chin on them, staring intently at the weatherman.
Those eyes, which had just been filled with despair, were now brimming with the shrewdness and prudence of an old fox.
The weatherman felt a chill run down his spine under that gaze, quickly flipped open his folder, and began reporting at breakneck speed: "It's like this, Director. According to the post-battle briefing submitted by Deputy Director Yu—"
The Super Soldier Corps clashed with an unidentified, super-powerful individual in the Northeast region.
The firefight took place in an uninhabited mountainous area. The battle lasted approximately forty minutes, eventually creating a basin-shaped crater about 300 meters in diameter and nearly 40 meters deep.
He paused, glanced at the director's increasingly solemn expression, and added: "The energy monitoring team's preliminary analysis shows that the total energy peak released by the two sides in the conflict did indeed reach the level of 100,000 tons of TNT equivalent, which is comparable to a small nuclear weapon."
But strangely, there was zero radioactive residue, and no shockwave caused collateral damage to the surrounding residential areas—it was as if…
All the destructive power was precisely contained within that area.
Zheng Xian frowned, tapping his fingers twice on the table: "Who is our opponent?"
The weatherman turned a page, his voice brimming with barely suppressed excitement again: "According to Deputy Director Yu's description... it's Sun Wukong. And not an imposter, not a superhuman in disguise, not an illusion-based attack—it's the real Sun Wukong, straight out of mythology. The golden cudgel, the somersault cloud, the seventy-two transformations—it all matches. And—and according to subsequent contact, this Great Sage has now regained his sanity, and—"
Jung Hyun's expression changed several times in just a few seconds.
From shock to confusion, from confusion to doubt, from doubt to a certain inexplicable sense of absurdity, it finally settled on a bewildering feeling of "Am I still asleep?"
He opened his mouth, then closed it, then opened it again.
"...Sun Wukong, join the Super Soldier Corps?"
"Yes, Director. And according to the briefing—Da Sheng... agreed."
The weatherman nodded vigorously, looking as if he wanted to nod his head off.
Zheng Xian remained silent for a long time.
The only sounds in the office were the ticking of the wall clock and the careful breathing of the weatherman.
Then, the director of the S.H.I.E.L.D. suddenly laughed.
It was a smile that mixed helplessness, absurdity, relief, and a hint of secret ecstasy that even he himself was unaware of.
"Okay." He leaned back in his chair, staring at the ceiling, and muttered to himself, "Sun Wukong... okay."
He sat bolt upright, his eyes sharp as knives: "Contact the deputy director immediately. Tell him to submit a complete, detailed, word-for-word combat report as soon as possible."
In addition, have the intelligence team collect and archive all civilian eyewitness accounts related to this incident, and raise the alert level to the highest level. Also—"
He stood up, walked to the window, looked at the gray skyline outside, and took a deep breath.
"Never mind, let's wait and see. We might be able to sell it, but we need to think about it first."