The hierarchy of the underworld is strict and worships the strong, do you expect a mortal to rely on the favor of the eldest princess to directly leap up to the head of the twelve giants of the zodiac who defend the royal court of the underworld?

Where did a big face come from?

Mark was glad.

It seems that the self in the previous life is really the same as the current self.

Want to marry his daughter?

Hehe.

Break through the zodiac and defeat the twelve giants of the underworld first.

Mark was in a happy mood.

Even after returning to the manor from London, Mark was still in a very happy mood.

None of them.

Let's put it this way, as long as Alan doesn't break through the zodiac for a day, then Alan can't get in close contact with his daughter.

Mark felt the spring breeze hum a little song proudly.

Kate, who had been looking at him with the eyes of a second fool, said directly: "Aren't you afraid that Alan will really break through?" ”

Mark burst out laughing.

Navigating the zodiac?

Stop it.

The zodiac signs that Mark has tinkered with are the ones that have been strengthened, the ones that have not been weakened.

Besides.

Alan is just a mortal, not a saint warrior, and even less a top five.

Probabilistically speaking, Allen's odds of crossing the zodiac tend to zero indefinitely......

Mark looked at Kate, who rolled her eyes, and said with a smile: "You let me care, I don't care, but since Lylith is the eldest princess, she has to accept the obligations she should accept while accepting this crown." ”

Kate didn't speak, just glanced at Mark deeply, and then walked towards the main building of the manor.

The next day.

Morning.

Mark drove vertiginous to the edge of a silver-white building near Times Square.

After parking the car.

A S.H.I.E.L.D. agent waiting at the entrance of the building went up and said, "Director Louis." ”

Mark just mumbled before heading towards the building.

The S.H.I.E.L.D. agent hurried after him.

Let's be honest.

Mark has never understood a question, the New York office of S.H.I.E.L.D. is this silver-white building, and there are so many agents in suits coming in and out every day, but why does S.H.I.E.L.D. still claim to be a secret agency?

This question cannot be delved into, and once it is delved into it, there is no logic at all.

After entering the building.

Mark listened to the footsteps behind him and said, "What floor is Captain Rogers on?" ”

The agent who had just caught up said, "Five floors." ”

Mark nodded and asked curiously as he walked towards the elevator, "Coulson......"

Mark said that he didn't go on to ask.

Because he saw the one-eyed trench coat man waiting in the elevator.

The current director of S.H.I.E.L.D. and the typical Nick Fury.

Mark smiled: "Why did Director Fury come to New York today, is he secretly preparing to do something bad in New York?" ”

As soon as Mark's words came out, the expression of the little agent who followed Mark suddenly became a little strange.

Nick waved his hand at the little agent over there.

The little agent nodded hurriedly and turned to walk towards the stairwell.

Nick smiled: "I heard that Director Louis went to London two days ago, did he go on some federal mission?" “

Mark laughs, "Neither. ”

"Oh?" Nick pretended not to know anything, and that expression was just really.

Mark smiled again and stepped into the elevator at the invitation of Nick Fury.

The elevator doors close.

After five seconds, when the elevator door opened, Mark walked out and said lightly: "My daughter has grown up, so I have to go to meet my in-laws." ”

Nick behind him makes a black face.

Not much.

In a large hall on the third floor, Mark looked around, finally fixing his gaze on the partition in front of him.

The baffle separates the two worlds.

Outside the twentieth century.

The forties inside the bezel.

Standing at the guardrail on the fifth floor and looking at the one-way glass below, the dug out Captain Rogers had changed into a well-fitting short-sleeved and loose slacks, and was lying quietly on the bed in the ward with a thick 40s painting style.

Nick Fury, who was next to him, said: "The psychologists, behavioral predictors, and anthropologists in the bureau suggest that we don't tell Captain Rogers the truth for the first time, after all, Rogers has been sleeping for seventy years. ”

Aegis's expert advice?

Mark couldn't help but think of the information that S.H.I.E.L.D. had faced with his predictions to Siberia.

Forthwith.

Mark sneered directly and said, "By the way, is your expert's words still credible?" Or rather, Director Fury, do you believe it yourself? ”

"I believe it." Nick Fury said lightly: "I have all dismissed the group of people who provided you with behavioral psychological profiles at that time, and the current batch is newly recruited. ”

Mark was a little jealous.

Isn't this the benefit of being more capricious than money? It doesn't matter if this group of psychologists doesn't work, it's good to fire them and replace them with a new batch.

Thinking of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s funds, and thinking of New York State FBI's funds, Mark couldn't help but laugh at himself.

Half ringing.

Mark glanced at Rogers, whose eyelashes moved slightly, and said, "Awake?" ”

Nick nodded.

Now.

Countless hidden cameras were used to cover the entire room, and the S.H.I.E.L.D. Clerks analyzed the current state of Captain Rogers from every corner and every subtle movement.

Squeak.

Placed on a table near the window in the ward, a radio began to be remotely activated into working mode.

A baseball game from 1941 was being broadcast on the radio.

Mark raised his eyebrows and said, "Who proposed to play this?" ”

Nick Fury looked at Mark.

Mark smiled, "Director Fury, are you interested in making a bet?" ”

“…… Let's talk about it. ”

"I'm betting it won't take more than half a minute for Captain Rodgers to wake up and see if it's all an illusion."

"It can't be."

"Bet?"

"How about you win? What if I win? ”

"Above, if I win, I will tell the Army Command that Captain Rogers is still alive, you must know that Captain Rogers has always been a soldier in the Army, and there is still one person in the Pentagon who was saved by Captain Rogers himself."

“…… What if I win? ”

"Simple, if Captain Rogers doesn't realize that all this is an illusion, I'll support you what you want."

Nick Fury looked at Mark with a smile on his lips and said, "You know what I want? ”

Mark laughed and said, "Don't you want S.H.I.E.L.D. to regain local law enforcement authority, and if you win, I will stand on your side and support you, even in a white building." ”

Nick Fury pondered for a moment.

Half ringing.

The black braised egg smiled and said, "Very good, anyway, I really want to lose nothing, if I don't promise you, you will also go to what your ally General Ross said, right?" ”

Mark smiled but didn't say a word.

……