Half ring!

"Director Louis!"

"Director Fury!"

"You may be seated ......"

"Thank you!"

After some pleasantries, Macpi sat down on the sofa with a smile and looked at the office with interest.

His first impression was that it was extremely luxurious.

Even though it was a well-lit afternoon, the intricate lights were still on and glowing coldly.

The four high walls cast a dull shadow on the soft carpet!

Office, meeting, meeting area...... Everything but the kitchen sink!

The bookcase next to the wall was lined with books on display, exuding an aura of wisdom to the outside.

That's it!

Mark's eyes lit up, and he looked at a book in the bookcase with interest!

12 Years a Slave

Based on Solomon Northup's own personal experience, it tells the story of a free black man who originally lived in New York, educated and married, and followed two people who promised him a job in Washington, only to find that he had been abducted and began a 12-year slave life......

After a while!

Mark withdrew his gaze and landed on the black brine one-eyed dragon sitting across from him without a single hair!

Nick Fury sits precariously.

Mark, on the other hand, crossed one leg, supported his chin with one hand, and unconsciously banged on the armrest of the sofa with the other hand, with a hint of non-existent ...... Jeer!

Neither of them spoke first, this is a confrontation that belongs to the aura!

Whoever speaks first loses!

With his hands in front of him and acting as a bodyguard at the door, Phil Coulson also looked ahead without squinting.

As time went on, the atmosphere in the office became more and more oppressive.

Half ring!

The corners of Nick Fury's mouth twitched slightly, Mark had so much free time to use.

He can't, S.H.I.E.L.D. is a large and bloated law enforcement agency, and just an hour of work is enough to accumulate a person-tall file that needs to be processed.

"Director Louis ......"

As soon as the black braised egg spoke, Mark just stretched out his hand to stop it, and said with a smile: "Wait, I will be able to figure out a question soon." ”

"Oh? What is it? ”

"I'm curious as to why a black man can dominate a global law enforcement agency!"

“…… Is Director Louis racist? ”

"Haha!" Mark smiled and shook his head and said, "Director Fury, don't put a hat on my head, I can't afford to wear this hat for racial discrimination, and personally, I didn't have colored glasses on me." ”

"Really?"

"Of course!"

"Supposedly, I don't seem to have dated an African-American woman in Director Louis's love history, and I thought Director Louis was biased against certain skin colors."

"Nonsense, it's pure rumor." Mark's face turned blank and said very seriously: "I just don't like to work alone in the dark." ”

Nick Fury: "......"

Maggie, isn't this racism?

Rounding the bush to say that our race can't find anyone if the lights are turned off?

Coulson, who was standing in the doorway, was expressionless, but the subtle movements at the corners of his mouth betrayed him.

Thanks to a good agent education, he was able to maintain an expression that did not show any flaws......

After some verbal exchanges, Nick Fury tightened his coat and said lightly, "If Director Louis is here to chat, I think we can find a place to have a drink after work." ”

With that, he stood up and prepared to send off the guests!

Mark laughed, motioned for Nick Fury to sit down, and said, "Seriously, if I want to make small talk, I can't fly from New York to Washington, and I won't find one...... How to say, well, yes, male creatures chatter! ”

Looking at Nick Fury, who didn't speak, the smile on Mark's face suddenly disappeared: "Director Fury, do you know what I hate the most?" ”

“……”

Mark said to himself: "I have a lot of things to hate, but as far as business is concerned, there are only three things that I hate.

First of all, people who make small reports will never be welcomed by me, and luckily Director Fury is not from our FBI, otherwise, hehe......

The second point, that is, the guy who secretly calculates and tests me one after another under the guise of soliciting me, I don't like it very much!

The third point is that I don't like S.H.I.E.L.D. very much! ”

Nick Fury just smiled faintly and said, "Director Louis's financial status is not very clear, and I believe the IRS is very interested in learning about it." ”

"Are you threatening me?" The corners of Mark's mouth arced upward, and he said with a slight mockery: "I heard that Director Fury injected anti-aging serum, but I didn't expect it, it seems that it only delays the appearance of aging, but I don't know that Director Fury's brain has not been injected!" ”

Mark was laughing at Nick Fury's lack of brains.

For the IRS, which claims to collect taxes even on the air they breathe, Mark just hates dealing with them, that's all!

But to say that Mark is afraid of them is pure nonsense!

Since being reincarnated in this universe, Mark has been suppressing his superhuman superiority.

This is a common problem of traversers.

Inevitably, Mark has it too!

When Nick Fury heard this, he only smiled slightly, and there was no tendency to get angry.

He stood up and said, "Please, I'm sure the IRS would love to talk to Director Louis about where some of the money came from!" ”

As he spoke, Nick looked directly at Coulson at the door and said, "Send Director Louis out, and by the way, give me a call from the president, I want to talk to him about the FBI agents trespassing on my S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters!" ”

Mark shrugged his shoulders, straightened his clothes and said lightly: "It just so happens that I have made an appointment with the Chief Justice of the Federal Court tomorrow morning to file a lawsuit against your S.H.I.E.L.D., and I believe that the Chief Justice is very interested in the tape in Brown Crow's possession." ”

As he spoke, Mark walked to the door, turned his head to the gloomy black brine and smiled faintly, and continued: "By the way, remember to let your three subordinates attend tomorrow's hearing on time, I believe that this will be the first time that your S.H.I.E.L.D. will appear in front of the people, and it will be an incomparable big show, I hope you don't lose too badly......

Maggi.

The man who dared to threaten Mark was not born yet.

Threatening Mark with the IRS and the president?

Are you kidding.

It's a big deal to pay back taxes, and for the IRS, they want money.

The money is in place, everything is not a problem!

As for the president, it's a big deal to resign, and Mark is also wondering if he wants to live another life anyway!

Maybe opening a nightclub is a good option......

The name is all in mind:

Morning Star Club！

Thinking about it, Mark made a good luck gesture towards the black braised egg, and then laughed and walked out the door......