When League of Legends Comes to American Comics

Chapter 126 Soft or Hard?

There are countless high-rise buildings in New York City, and it is like an Amazon jungle, lacking everything except 'plants'.

But in this jungle made of steel and concrete, there is a tree that is unique and eye-catching, because the words 'Stark' hang on the top of its branches and leaves.

At this moment, a man in a tight black windbreaker appeared at the door of the building.

The moment he appeared, the iconic pirate eyepatch and the aura emanating from his body directly made all the security guards in Stark Tower focus on this man at the same time.

But before the security guards were ready to turn their ideas into actions, a senior secretary of the Stark Group quickly walked out from the group, and then stood in front of the man very respectfully.

"Dear Director Fu Rui, welcome to come!"

This senior secretary's main duty is to maintain the relationship between the Stark Group and certain official departments.

This kind of position exists in almost all large groups, and most of its leaders are retired or former officials who have gone to sea halfway.

But this senior secretary, who was once only one step away from the mayor of an important city, still couldn't help but flash a flash of surprise in his eyes after seeing the strangely dressed 'leader' in front of him.

Because of this person's characteristics, it is almost impossible to connect with any powerful person in his mind, but immediately, he covered up that inappropriate emotion very well, and a more enthusiastic smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

After all, someone had specifically informed him that the true identity and authority of this Pirates of the Caribbean fan in front of him was far beyond his imagination!
And this time, he just needs to be a good leader.

Nick Fury nodded to the senior secretary.

The senior secretary continued to smile and led him into an exclusive elevator inside the building.

During the whole process, he didn't say a word other than smiling and being polite.

It is impossible for a fool to be able to sit in his position, and therefore, he even forced himself not to take a second look at the mysterious chief.

After the elevator reached the highest floor, the senior secretary breathed a sigh of relief, raised his arm to block the elevator door, and said:
"Please, Mr. Stark has been waiting inside for a long time."

"Thank you."

"Sure, go in and get down to business. If you need to use me in any way, just ask me directly in the future."

The senior secretary finally couldn't hold back, and took out a business card inlaid with gold rims from his inner pocket and handed it to Nick Fury.

"Ok."

Nick Fury took the business card and glanced at it, then lifted his leg and got out of the elevator.

In fact, this is not the first time he went this way, but last time, he 'broke in' privately, but this time, he chose to use a 'false' identity to make an official visit.

The highest floor of the Stark Tower can also be said to be the 'highest floor' of the entire New York building.

Standing here, you can enjoy the skyline of the city unobstructed, and look at the shadows, buildings symbolizing wealth and power, standing in front of you like chess pieces on a chessboard.

Standing on a high place seems to be a kind of animal nature, and it seems that looking down at the mediocrity under your feet can give you more satisfaction.

This habit can be more vividly reflected in some shorter individuals.

When Nick Fury got out of the elevator, Tony Stark was holding a glass of whiskey, with his back to him, facing the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the whole person seemed to be integrated with New York.

And because he stepped on the steps in front of the French windows, his 'height' obviously tended to exceed two meters.

"Is this your way of hospitality?" Nick Fury took a few steps forward.

Tony Stark turned around, looked down at the man in black in front of him, smacked his lips and seemed to be satisfied with this perspective, "A guest who came empty-handed?"

"If you want a gift"

Nick Fury raised the business card in his hand and gently shook it in the air,

"If my source of information is correct, then you, the senior secretary-general, has maintained contact with foreign terrorists for a long time, and at the same time has been involved in several incidents of power-for-money transactions. I have reason to suspect that his actions have already affected your Businesses have had an extremely severe impact."

After a pause, Nick Fury threw his business card on the bar in front, "Is this gift enough?"

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Tony drank the wine in the glass, walked down the steps, glanced at the name on the business card, and said in a bad tone: "I don't like this gift very much."

As he said that, he pointed to Nick Fury, and said, "Actually, I hope you will try to hack my system and sneak in sneakily like last time, because in this way, you can see what I prepared for you." Gift'!"

"I don't think my bunch of idiots can hack into your system twice."

Nick Fury waved his hand, "And I need your help when I come back."

"Hey." Tony smiled frivolously, "Need me to help you fight terrorists?"

"It hasn't reached that level yet. We can still deal with ordinary terrorists." Nick Fury continued: "I need you to approach a person and help him through the 'difficulties' as an employment instructor."

Tony was stunned for a moment when he heard the words, and then shook the hand holding the wine glass twice, "I don't remember when I signed a labor contract with you, that is to say, you have no right to order me now, unless, you want to violate Labor Law?"

"I said it was a request."

"Who is that person?"

"You can know who he is by yourself, but what I need to remind you is that it is best to restrain your character and temper, because there seems to be some problem with his mental state."

Nick Fury approached Tony while talking, and the one-eyed glanced at Tony's open collar intentionally or unintentionally.

"You want me to be an employment counselor?" Tony pondered for a moment, a little afraid to say: "And the other party is still a psychopath?"

Nick Fury didn't care about the attitude of the other party, "To be more specific, you only need to provide him with some channels in the early stage, and you don't even need to go there in person. You can just wave and ask the people below to help you.

As for the extent to which you need to help, or the scope of your relationship with him, you can do whatever you want. "

"But, what are you trying to do?" Tony Stark took a sip of whiskey, "I don't think I'm a seasoned businessman, but I don't even think I'm a fool. Well, it's even less likely that I'm a psychiatrist."

"Because of the Avengers."

"Stop, I'm not interested in your super idol group!"

"And if you cooperate with me, maybe I can help you stop the mouths of a few congressmen. I heard that they seem to be keeping a close eye on you recently?"

"Are they worthy? I can handle them all by myself."

Nick Fury didn't seem to hear it, and continued: "And you and him are one of the tentative candidates. Now let you get in touch first and help him. It will be more convenient to cooperate in the future.

And now we suspect that there are many similar existences behind him. Birds of a feather flock together and people are divided into groups. If I find some other people who are rich and happy, I may not be able to integrate into their circle at all. "

"Hehe, can I understand that you are praising me?"

"You can understand me. I put him in the same category as you. Someone will give you information about him later. I believe you will make the best choice."

After finishing speaking, Nick Fury tidied up his windbreaker, turned around and left from a hidden elevator.

He has never been a person who likes to explain, and he believes that the information he said now is enough to impress this playboy who is extremely proud.

An excellent agent is good at using various techniques and tools to achieve his goals, and as the world's number one agent, he is better at using the opponent's personality and psychology to achieve his goals.

Sure enough, after drinking a glass of wine, Tony Stark got up from the sofa unsteadily, and shouted to the air in front of him:
"Check your inbox."

'Om'

A 3D virtual projection suddenly appeared, and a 'letter' was taken out from the 'mailbox', and then unfolded in the air. The letter recorded an address, a person's identity information, and a photo.

Tony Stark squinted his eyes for a while, feeling the drunkenness in his mind, and the corners of his mouth suddenly raised, "This guy, why should I be a 'candidate' for the Super Boys with me?"

"Explorer's Tavern can control the storm. Interesting."

Another corner of New York.

Inside an unremarkable private house, Coulson walked in slowly.

The light dimmed in an instant, and a few white spotlights reflected luster on the silver metal wall. If you didn't wear sunglasses, your eyes might be dazzled.

Continue walking along the straight main road. The interior of this seemingly ordinary house is as deep as a maze. After walking for about 800 meters, Coulson finally stopped.

He raised his hand and knocked on the door in front of him.

'bang bang'

"Enter."

'Snapped'

Coulson pushed open the door and entered. Inside the door was a field similar to a training hall, with various training equipment scattered everywhere.

At this time, a woman with short red hair seemed to have just finished exercising, wearing tight training clothes, holding a towel in one hand, and was wiping the sweat stains on her forehead and shoulders.

The close-fitting vest and trousers perfectly presented the woman's curves. Coulson swallowed a mouthful of saliva, then moved his gaze down, stared at the pattern on the floor and asked with a smile:

"How are you doing recently? I heard that you were injured a little in the last mission?"

The woman glanced at Coulson, "I thought it was him."

Obviously, before Coulson came, she had been notified in advance.

"The director is busy convincing a more difficult person." Coulson rolled his eyes, "Natasha, you know, I can't handle that playboy."

"I'm curious why you value him so much."

Natasha hung the towel beside her, then picked up a coat and put it over the vest, covering her plump figure.

"Which one do you mean by 'he'?" Coulson asked, "Nan Ke or Tony?"

"What do you say?"

"I guess it's the former one."

Natasha squinted her eyes, obviously not in the mood to stay with Coulson Moji here.

"There are many factors that value Tony Stark, such as identity, family affairs, status, ability... even brains, but I have read the profile of another person, except for ability, there is nothing special.

It's not like there have been people who have obtained special abilities by accident before, but the level of secrecy and treatment cannot be so high, so I want to know why you look at him differently? "

Coulson kept smiling, and said softly, "Because he has nothing special other than his outstanding abilities."

People like Tony Stark, or other superpowers discovered before, will more or less have all kinds of ties, from family, from work, and even from society.

However, Nanke is different.

The history of Nanke;
Nanke's interpersonal relationship;
Various pasts of Nanke;

Both appeared 'clean' in their survey.

This kind of "cleanliness" comes from the death of both parents since childhood and living on the street;

It comes from being abducted and trafficked by human traffickers, mine bosses, and coal bosses several times, but escaped by chance every time;

It comes from having lived for 25 years, but hardly had any deep contact with anyone.

This kind of person is like a ghost among the crowd. He seems to have been to many places and touched many things, but there is no trace left.

No one will remember him, and he will not remember others.

At first, the staff also held a skeptical attitude towards this too bizarre life trajectory, but after spending a lot of resources and time to verify every suspicion, they found that every detail can be matched!

You must know that this kind of verification involves hundreds of specific events. Unless there is an organization in this world that completely crushes them in all aspects, only the God of Creation will be able to help Nanke give this false information to him. make real!

In their view, there is no organization that can crush themselves;
The so-called Creator God is even more impossible to exist.

Judging from the existing conditions, they actually already had a guess internally.

Although this speculation cannot be recorded because there is no evidence, it is almost a tacit fact in the hearts of several insiders.

Nan Ke, and the group of people behind him, are likely to be the 'orphans' of a lost alien or lost native civilization.

If you win over them, it is equivalent to winning over a group of super warriors!

These speculations are reflected in the materials for Coulson and Natasha.

"So what do I need to do now?" Natasha stretched her waist, "To win him over? Soft or hard?"

"His detailed information will be sent to you later. The director needs you to be his psychological counselor." Coulson paused, "As for soft or hard, I think it depends on your preference."

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Classic [-]-in-[-]!

(End of this chapter)