Chapter 205 Lange - Head of the Novice Village (asking for monthly votes)
Nick Fury
Don’t get me wrong, it’s not the Fury controlled by Fury, but the Homeland Strategic Defense Attack and Furui, director of the Logistics Support Bureau.
This is a council dealing with international security, a special department dedicated to dealing with various bizarre events.
Of course, it also has a simpler and more direct name - S.H.I.E.L.D.
And Nick Fury is the current director of S.H.I.E.L.D., the one-eyed black man who is currently leaning on the sofa of Lango's house in a swaggering manner, pretending to be serious.
"Wow~"
When Teddy saw this, he immediately shouted excitedly: "Look, Rango, that guy Tony is really traditional, he even prepared slaves for us ”
“Pfft.”
Lango suppressed his smile, blocked his body in front of Teddy, and then frowned at the guy on the sofa and asked knowingly: "Whothef*ckareyou?!"
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Nick Fury first glared at Teddy with dissatisfaction, and then looked at Rango up and down with burning eyes.
After a long time, he slowly said: "Nick Fury, Director of S.H.I.E.L.D."
After that, he got up from the sofa, walked to the wine cabinet like a master, and stood in front of the wine cabinet. Guzi poured a glass of whiskey, took a sip, and continued in a very rude tone: "I saw everything you did two hours ago. A mutant like you."
< br>"Wait, wait!"
Lango really couldn't stand listening to it, and he couldn't stand watching it either.
It is true that he wants to get in touch with the Avengers and SHIELD, but this does not mean that he can tolerate a black man pretending to point fingers in front of him.
“First of all!”
Lango raised a finger and replied solemnly: “You are a black man who broke into my villa on the Upper East Side in the middle of the night and flipped it around at will. My wine collection is worth hundreds of thousands. I can shoot you legally now!"
"Secondly."
His eyes flashed red, and he said in a bad tone: "What do you mean by a person like you? When I introduced Tony, I said that I was a mutant, which was a self-effacing statement, but you, a public official, dare to use the word mutant in front of me. It is extremely serious racial discrimination for people to call me this way."
Lange strode forward, in the darkness, those two glowing eyes stared closely like demons. Looking at the black man in front of him, "You, the racist director who sneaks in and picks the lock, you'd better calm down for me and don't pretend to be a big boss to scare me."
"I will do it any time now. They can kill you on the spot with the fortress law in the Third Amendment!"
"And they will label you with a racist label after your death, and you won't even be able to enter the national cemetery! "
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The wine Nick Fury was about to swallow instantly choked in his throat, and he looked at the man with several pets in front of him in disbelief.
If he remembered correctly, Tony clearly lent this house to Rango for a few days, so how could it become his?
There are also mutants. Well, this term is indeed discriminatory, but so far there is no human rights protection bill for mutants.
And the other party is obviously a serious white man. Looking at his black hair, he may have Roman ancestry in his ancestors. How come he uses the trick of hating so skillfully.
“. OK, it seems I was abrupt.”
Nick Fury put down his wine glass and was about to leave here with a look of disgrace on his face. If he had known that this guy was so difficult to get along with, he would have asked Romanoff or Coulson to come and contact him.
"Wait."
However, just as he passed Lango and others and was about to walk out the door, the other party's voice came from behind him.
He turned around and saw that Lange, who had a stern expression just now, and would spill blood if he had any disagreement, was stretching out his hand and smiling at him, "I'll join!"
"Mom Provoke.”
After a while.
Lango was leaning on the sofa, gently shaking the whiskey in the glass with one hand, and gently stroking the yawning Yuumi on his leg with the other hand, smiling and looking towards the opposite side. Nick Fury is sitting on a plastic stool.
The black guy looked at the man in front of him with a displeased face. Even as a level 10 agent who was used to seeing big things, he couldn't help but feel a little impatient at this time.
"What do you mean by joining?"
"S.H.I.E.L.D."
Lange said matter-of-factly, "You broke into a house in the middle of the night and hid in the darkness with your skin color, wasn't it just to recruit me to join SHIELD?"
"Haha."
When Nick heard this, he immediately sneered, "You seem to think you are a smart person, but I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint you. SHIELD doesn't need an arrogant guy like you."
He shook his head. , continued to rush, "It would be a disaster for a person like you to enter SHIELD. Do you think you will obey the orders of your superiors at any time?"
After hearing what this black guy said, Lange lightly He sighed softly, his tone full of disappointment, "I thought that you, the director of SHIELD, would be different from ordinary high-level government officials. It seems that I was wrong."
He told Yuumi He put it down, leaned forward, looked at Nick, and asked: "Tell me, Mr. Director, why do you officials always want to incorporate 'superpowers' into the existing social system? You even expect them to be like ordinary soldiers." I will obey all your commands?"
Nick Fury's face was expressionless, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he responded: "I have seen many people like you, Professor X, Magneto, Hulk... They are like 10,000-ton nuclear warheads. If no one controls them, who knows where they will explode. The greater the ability, the greater the responsibility. You have such powerful capabilities, and if you want to integrate into human society, you should"
< br>"I only agree with the first half of your sentence, Director Nick."
Before he could finish speaking, Lango interrupted directly, "But with great power comes great responsibility, maybe Only middle school students would take it seriously."
He shook his head and said seriously: "In my opinion, responsibility is obligation, and obligation is equal to right. If my ability and responsibility are big enough, I can protect you. The entire earth, or even the entire galaxy, then my rights should be this great. At least I have the final say on the earth, right?”
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Nick was speechless. The bastard opposite had a set of logical and self-consistent theories. He was obviously as thorny as Tony Stark.
Obviously it is not suitable for the "Avengers Plan" that he is secretly planning.
He looked at Lango a few times, and then asked: "If that's the case, then why do you want to join SHIELD?"
"Ah, how can I put it."
Lango touched his chin, then shrugged: "Although I just said a lot of unpleasant things, I actually still appreciate you."
"And I just came from It hasn’t been long since Asgard came back, so he can’t just rely on Tony’s life-saving grace to just eat and drink, so he wants to find a serious job.”
“Nick? He raised his eyebrows and a trace of curiosity flashed in his eyes, "That mythical country? "
"Yeah." Lange nodded, with a bit of pride in his tone, "I just represented our earth and participated in a cruel war there. Strictly speaking, I am The war hero of the earth even received an interview from Odin."
He raised the flag of Asgard, boasted about it, and then solemnly said: "There, I witnessed the universe with my own eyes. The vastness of the world, and the many crises hidden within it - the ravages of interstellar pirates, the intrusion of alien civilizations, the threat of dimensional disasters, and endless interstellar wars. The earth looks so fragile in comparison. ”
"In order to deal with these potential disasters, the earth's nuclear weapons alone are not enough."
Lango's eyes were firm, "Therefore, I gave up my comfortable life in Asgard and returned resolutely. The Earth hopes to join hands with official organizations to discover and unite the superheroes scattered among the people to jointly protect our homeland."
Nick Fury was silent for a long time after hearing this.
Decades ago, for some reasons, he went to space once and witnessed the threat of alien fleets with his own eyes. The shock still left him with lingering fear. It was this sense of crisis that prompted him to found S.H.I.E.L.D.
But this guy in front of me.
After thinking for a moment, Nick slowly said: "I did have the idea of inviting you to join SHIELD before, but now it seems..."< br>
He shook his head, with unquestionable determination in his tone: "I'm afraid you are not suitable for us. SHIELD has its own channels and methods for recruiting and contacting superpowers."
Lange couldn't help but sneered and retorted: "Don't be too confident, Mr. Director. In this world, not every strong person will be as easy to talk to as me. Just imagine, if the angry Hulk is sitting here right now , what can you do to him? But if it were me."
He shrugged lightly, revealing a confidence that should not be underestimated: "I believe that with my strength, I can defeat the people on the list. Most guys are willing to sit down and listen to my proposal."
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As he said that, he handed over a business card. Lange glanced at it and shook his head: "It's better to be at two o'clock in the afternoon. I can't get up at eight o'clock."
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Looking at Nick's face getting darker and darker, Lango smiled and stood up and patted his shoulder twice, "Then, it's settled, I'm going to the bathroom, please help yourself. "
After his figure disappeared around the corner of the hall, Nick snorted dissatisfiedly. Although he criticized Lango's attitude, he had to admit that his words made some sense.
It is not impossible to use it as a tool properly, and when he enters the bureau in the future, as the director, he will have many ways to trouble this kid.
Just when Nick was about to get up and leave, his eyes accidentally fell on Yuumi who was on the sofa with her chin propped up on her paws, her tail wagging slightly, and her head tilted as she looked at him curiously.
His body suddenly stopped in place as if he had been electrocuted.
At this moment, the cat slave's heartstrings were gently plucked.
The cat raised by this bastard, Mom, is so cute? !
Because of some unpleasant events in the past, Nick had suppressed his love for cats decades ago and almost forgot that he was a cat slave. But at the moment he saw Yumi, his psychological defense was instantly defeated!
"Mimi~"
The black guy couldn't help but stretched out his fingers, with a lewd smile on his matte black face, "Come here, let uncle hug you, it must be You are the best little kitten in the world, aren’t you? Let uncle rub your belly.”
However, Yumi’s reaction was beyond his expectation.
I saw her eyes widening, shrinking back in fear, and even spoke, whispering softly: "The master won't let me play with you dark-skinned people"
"Waterfa?!"
Nick was so shocked that he almost jumped up. Not only could this cat talk, but he also... also engaged in racial discrimination?
"Fuck Fuck, Rango, this racist bastard!"
Nick cursed unhappily, no wonder this guy was so smooth when he labeled him a discrimination before, it turned out that he was What a racist bastard!
“Hey don’t get us wrong guys.”
Upon seeing this, Teddy quickly smoothed things over: "We also have black friends, okay, and Lango and I both agree that God is also black. How could we be racists."
"Oh?" Nick Surprised: "You really think so?"
"Of course." Teddy spread his hands and said matter-of-factly: "If you don't believe me, look, God's believers all call him father, but they never Having seen him, who else could this God be if he wasn’t a black man?”
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Nick Fury was furious and was about to point at these guys and yell at him, when An ominous premonition suddenly struck him.
A huge shadow shrouded behind him. Before he could turn around, Nick felt his head tighten, and then his vision went dark - Malphite actually swallowed him in one gulp!
“Damn?!”
Teddy quickly went up and pulled Malphite’s leg, shouting hurriedly: “Spit him out quickly. Although this guy is black, he is It’s not a stone, it will ruin your stomach!”
After a lot of fussing, Nick finally saw the light of day, looking miserable and full of anger.
He glared at the people in front of him, took a deep breath, forced down the grievance in his heart, turned around and strode out of the villa, cursing secretly in his heart.
You shouldn't have come here if you were just riding a horse!
However, when he reached the gate, his steps stopped involuntarily.
In the corridor outside the door, Lango was complaining on his mobile phone: "This house is occupied by a black man dressed as a pirate. How can I still live in it? Who knows if he soiled my bed? .Tony, help me change my villa."
"Damn it!" Nick couldn't bear it anymore.
Washington, S.H.I.E.L.D. Headquarters - Tri-Wing Building.
In a quiet lounge, Lange leaned lazily on a chair, looking through the glass wall and scanning the busy staff passing by.
Unfortunately, no one looks familiar, let alone Black Widow and Hawkeye, not even Agents Hill and Coulson.
The only one who looked familiar was a strong man named Crossbones. He remembered that in the movie, these people seemed to be Hydra spies who infiltrated S.H.I.E.L.D.
But Whatever!
The reason why he joined was not to help SHIELD bring order to things, even if all the top leaders were from Hydra, it had nothing to do with him.
What Lango needs is just the addresses of superhumans with powerful abilities in various parts of North America that SHIELD has, so that he can get involved with these future revengers in advance so that he can take them back to his hometown together in the future.
Hey, after all this, wouldn’t I have replaced Coulson’s position and become the leader of the superhero village?
Just as his thoughts were drifting away, the door of the lounge was quietly pushed open, and a muscular man wearing a dark jacket walked into the room. His iconic hip curve immediately attracted Lango of attention.
After he saw Lange and others, he was stunned for a moment, then put on a forced smile and nodded slightly to them, then pulled up a chair and sat down, his face a little uncertain.
“Hmm”
Rango and Teddy looked at each other, and their brows could not help but raise slightly. Such a recognizable American buttocks, coupled with a strong physique and Familiar look.
Captain America Steve Rogers?
It must have been him who was in Nick Fury's office just now. Now it seems that the two of them were having a very unpleasant conversation. Even Captain America, who has always been good-tempered, has an expression on his face.
"Cough"
Lango broke the silence at the right time, dragging a chair and sitting next to him, "Captain America (Captain America)?"
Captain America looked at the hand stretched out in front of him, glanced at the smiling man beside him, slowly held it, nodded and said: "Just call me Stephen, the name Captain is outdated."
When Lange saw this, he waved his hand quickly and shook his head and said: "How could it be possible? Who can deal with the Germans and Japanese devils~ It's the Star-Spangled Banner man with big plans~"
He sang a few lines casually on TV He heard Captain America's old advertisement, and then introduced himself: "I am Lango, we may be colleagues in the future."
"Really?"
Captain America took the words seriously. He glanced at Lange, and then he didn't know what he thought of. He shook his head with a wry smile and said: "Actually, I was already thinking about retirement. When I woke up, the world has passed seventy years. Everything has changed so fast. I still can't. Some of them haven’t gotten used to it.”
Lango nodded slightly. From the looks of it, this guy must have just thawed out.
He sighed pretending to understand: "Actually, I can understand your mood. Strictly speaking, you and I are the same kind of people."
"Oh?" Captain America Surprised: "You have also been sleeping for seventy years?"
"That's not true, it's just..."
Lango put his arm on the other person's shoulder intimately and sighed: "I and You are also dissatisfied with the current collapse of American etiquette. My grandfather is a Texan. I grew up in New York. Like you, I am a white flag of old America. I can understand you when you wake up and find a black man shouting at you. Xiao Ya, I feel uncomfortable giving orders.”
".I don't understand what you are talking about."
Captain America frowned slightly, "Maybe you have some misunderstandings about me."
"OK." Lange shrugged: "I I just want to tell you that I am your guy."
At this time, a staff member was knocking on the door and calling his name. Upon seeing this, Lango stood up and patted Captain America on the shoulder, seriously. Said: "Remember my name, captain, I think this will never be the last time we meet."
Looking at his back, Captain America smiled a little unclearly.
What a strange man.
Shortly later, outside S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters.
After contacting Nick, Lango has returned to McQueen's car.
He is holding a thick stack of documents in his hand, which contains detailed records of many guys with superhero potential hidden all over the world.
Lange flipped through it casually, and as expected saw very familiar faces.
"OK guys!"
He patted the steering wheel and announced loudly: "Let's go! It's time for another classic Lango adventure!"
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(End of this chapter)