I'm starting a mythology craze at Marvel

Chapter 2 This is SHIELD, not 10 Downing Street!
"Not everyone can do the work in Beirut."

Lying in his comfortable chair, Xia Ling, the new director of the National Strategic Defense Attack and Logistics Support Bureau, couldn't help but complain.

Xia Ling was originally a promising reincarnation in the Origin Space. Except for the difficult years at the beginning, his life could be said to be smooth sailing.

Wherever he went, his brothers in the underworld respectfully called him Master Xia.

Although he is still a reincarnated cow and horse in the original space, his life is really comfortable.

Either go to this world to play coloring games, or go to that universe to practice the art of glass burning.

In a word, he is the boss in the Hall of Samsara. Find out who the father is!
However, such law-abiding days will eventually come to an end.

Just a while ago, no one knew what was wrong with the Origin Space, but it had to engage in a decisive battle with their old rival, the Pantheon.

This made Xia Ling worried. Although the relationship between the two sides could not be described as a life-and-death struggle in normal days, it could be said to be a blood feud.

There is no other reason. Although they often go to the world of technology, they go to the world of mystery more often.

Every time a reincarnationist is sent out, either a few gods die or all the believers are shot.

In short, there are not many areas of the Pantheon’s sphere of influence that have not been affected by the Reincarnationists.

It's obvious that the opponent is being beaten, so why do you, with your thick eyebrows and big eyes, from the Origin Space, have to beat them to death?

Did he really wipe them out? And he himself was seriously injured? The most inappropriate thing was to let Xia Ling see so many priests.

This made Xia Ling greedy. He learned from Beirut and took them all in one go, not leaving any residue for the original space.

But Xia Ling was not as lucky as Beirut after all. The Lord of Light could not do anything to him for the time being and gave him enough time to refine his godhood.

Xia Ling was immediately attacked by the Origin Space. Even though he was severely injured, a lean camel is still bigger than a horse, and Xia Ling was severely beaten.

Then he ran around in a panic and ended up here, in a Marvel Universe with an unknown number.

Although he was severely injured and only one tenth of his strength remained.

But with so many priesthoods, as long as he is not dead, he will develop very quickly.

However, although Xia Ling was not considered a big shot before, he was at least someone who had seen the world. How could he continue to be a slave to others?

Before stealing the priesthood, he worked like a slave for the Origin Space, and after stealing the priesthood, he worked like a slave for S.H.I.E.L.D. Then, wasn't the priesthood stolen in vain?

Therefore, Xia Ling immediately prepared to use the ministry of destiny to make himself the big boss of America.

But the problem is that he doesn't have enough divine power, so he has to be a little Karami and reluctantly become the director of S.H.I.E.L.D.

Given that my current strength is not enough and the waters of Marvel are deep enough, I can only humble myself and be a native of China.

As for beef, I won’t eat it anymore.

dong dong dong.

"Come in."

There was a knock on the door. Xia Ling temporarily interrupted his thoughts and let the person outside in.

"Director, are you looking for me?"

Mark Biss, the director in charge of daily personnel affairs, walked in cautiously after getting Xia Ling's permission.

"Well, I took a look today and it seems like you're not doing a good enough job."

"what?"

Mark Biss was stunned for a moment, thinking carefully about his work, and did not find any negligence.

Even if my work is not perfect, it is worthy of my salary. Why does the new director say this?

"You don't know this? Explain to me, as the director, why don't I have someone to cook for me?"

Seeing that his subordinate was so short-sighted, Xia Ling had no choice but to enlighten him.

The body is the capital for work. For most people, they need to have a good meal in order to work better.

As the current director of S.H.I.E.L.D., it is reasonable for me to hire eight or ten chefs who can cook various cuisines to cook for me, right?

"Director, there has never been a dedicated person to cook for the director. The previous director, Fury, even paid for his own meals."

"What if I ask you to hire ten or so cooks to cook for me?"

Mark Biss frowned and said tentatively: "Director, I'm afraid this won't work. This is against the rules." Hearing him say this, Xia Ling immediately became unhappy.

Although he still has to eat beef, you can't just stuff the noodles into his mouth, or even pour the soup in.

This really is not treating the people of the motherland as their ancestors!

"People are alive, but rules are dead. Do you obey the director's orders?"

"I'm sorry, Chief, I cannot accept orders that are against the rules!"

Mark Biss firmly rejected Xia Ling's reasonable request. As an unqualified employee, he did not even intend to let his boss have a hot meal.

Because of his tough move, the atmosphere of the scene suddenly became dangerous.

At this moment, the door was knocked again.

"come in."

With Xia Ling's permission, the old village chief Coulson walked in.

"Director, I have done what you asked me to do. Please take a look."

As Coulson spoke, he handed over a stack of documents and placed them on Xia Ling's desk.

"Don't worry about this, Coulson. I want to discuss another issue with you."

"Commander, what is it?"

A hint of doubt flashed in the eyes of the old village chief Coulson. Originally, he didn't want to accept the task from the new director.

After all, Director Fury had done him a favor. Although it was not obvious now, it was obvious that the new director had ill intentions towards him.

I feel really bad for harming him like this.

But, when I think of my credit card.

Coulson felt that he still had to suffer for Director Fury and just let Director Xia take on the blame.

"This is a very serious matter. Someone wants to murder the director. What crime should he be charged with?"

Upon hearing this, Coulson's eyes became serious.

"It depends on how you want to deal with it. According to the law, we can make him stay in prison for a hundred years.

If you are not satisfied, you can also let him commit suicide. "

"Oh, so that's how it is. Very good, very good, Coulson. You are indeed worthy of being an elite agent of S.H.I.E.L.D."

Xia Ling smiled and patted Coulson on the shoulder, with an expression that said, "You kid has a bright future."

"SHIELD? I think we were called..."

"Today it's called S.H.I.E.L.D., I changed it."

Xia Ling interrupted Coulson's speech and directly changed the name to S.H.I.E.L.D.

Faced with the director's arbitrary decision, Coulson, a five-star tool, had no choice but to obey.

"Speaking of which, Chief, why are you asking me this question? Could it be that someone is trying to murder you?"

"Ah, nothing, I just happened to ask. No one is trying to kill me now, but that may not be the case in the future."

Xia Ling said this casually, looking at Mark Biss with ill intent. The latter was already sweating profusely.

He didn't care about much else and quickly said, "Director, I think for the sake of your health, it is necessary for the bureau to set up a special department to be responsible for your daily diet."

"Hey, how can this be possible? That would be too much trouble for you. How can I deserve such treatment?"

Xia Ling waved his hands repeatedly.

"No, I must."

"Oh, that's too much trouble."

Looking at the two of them singing the same tune, Coulson had only one thought in his mind.

The sky is so blue today.

(End of this chapter)