Mephisto looked at Nick, who was struggling to keep his composure, with a scrutinizing expression.

"Do you know about loans and insurance?" Mephisto asked, confused. He didn't smell money or greed in him. Instead, I smelled something black, something that might be of interest to some of the lords of the Hell dimension.

"Do you need that kind of talent to help you answer something? I can recommend you the best financiers in the atrium. Although Nick was a little confused, based on the previous conversation between Luke and Mephisto, as well as Mephisto's current questioning, he quickly guessed his thoughts.

"No, I don't need to answer anything, I have harvested the souls of some bankers and financiers in your atrium, and everything they have is mine. I know their knowledge and methods. But what I need is someone who can help me fill in the details, who can help me work in the future, and who can teach my demons now. Mephisto Road.

"No problem, I can provide those talents." Nick thought for a moment and replied.

"Really?" Mephisto's tone was pleasantly surprised.

"Of course." Nick affirmed.

"Can you call the shots?" Mephisto asked.

"Of course." Nick nodded again implicitly. It's nothing more than a few people who play finance, helping to fill in the framework and build something, and Nick believes that this will not bother those people.

"That's great, sure, maybe we'll have to sign a contract first?" Mephisto was satisfied with pulling out a piece of parchment, a black quill brushing the parchment with a mixture of hell and atrium.

"Contract? Of course, but I feel that the contract is sacred, and it needs to be approved by the ancient one mage and the god-king Odin. Nick gave his answer sensitively and cautiously. How could he casually sign a devil's contract? When he didn't know what happened to Ghost Rider? Even if it is to be signed, it will at least be negotiated after the ancient one and Luke have agreed and endorsed.

"Ah, the ring!" Mephisto glanced at the Soul Rings on the fingers of several of them, the quill still brushing the paper. "Don't worry, it's not for you, it's for the people you helped me find. Ancient One and Luke strictly forbade me and my men from entering the atrium. So, let's start with a hundred souls. ”

"What do you mean?" Nick was taken aback by Mephisto's last words.

"Aren't you looking for me talent?" Mephisto gave him a strange look.

"yes, but, I mean I can give you people, well, work for you, and teach some demons and so on. They sell their time and expertise, not their lives and souls. Nick said seriously. It was only for the first time that he realized that the way of thinking of these demon gods was different from that of people.

"Don't bother, it's too much time to teach those demons, and it may not be able to get them to master. You give me souls directly, I can transform them into demons, but I can't do it, or I can directly let the devils use the contract to possess and swallow them, and directly obtain their knowledge. We're going to do it right now, trying to save as much time as possible. Mephisto waved his hand, signaling that it wasn't going to be like that. That's just too inefficient.

"I'm afraid it won't work." Nick decisively lifted the Ancient One: "This requires the Ancient One Mage and our internal consultation. ”

"You say you can call the shots." Mephisto stopped his quill, and the two green fires in his eyes flickered at Nick.

"I'm talking about helping you work while protecting their lives and safety." Nick stressed again.

"You're one of our collaborators, aren't you? S.H.I.E.L.D.? Well, let me see, a service-oriented organization that serves our group as a group? Mephisto grabbed a blank piece of paper out of nowhere and looked at the information on it.

Nick's face darkened when he heard this.

S.H.I.E.L.D. was killed.

"Make a price." Mephisto was a little helpless. "How much energy currency for a soul?"

"What?" Nick and Coulson opened their mouths wide in surprise.

"Make an offer. Damn, forget it before. But since you have a mess of residency fees, check-in fees, and activity fees, I have to be forcibly pumped a little energy by the ancient one on a regular basis. I'm not even sure if she's actually taking that. I'm just asking an agent to harvest a sinful soul and help you purify the world, and you're even asking me for money in turn? Mephisto cursed. The business of the atrium is so difficult right now! Don't let me know who came up with the idea! ”

"We don't do this kind of dealing." Nick thought it was ridiculous, he didn't even think that one day he would need to discuss the business of buying souls with a Hell Lord. He's only bought and sold arms! However, Nick calmly followed his words and offered another solution: "We can send people here to open an office." ”

"It's too inefficient." Mephisto muttered twice. He was a little incomprehensible, it was obviously a matter of the soul, why waste time so much trouble?

"It's not about efficiency." Nick smiled helplessly.

"I suggest you ask those people for their own opinions, but not really, but also those who are dying! Compared to the short life span of humans, the lifespan of demons is much longer! Maybe they wouldn't mind surviving in a different life form? If I still have concerns, I can change this contract into a talent extradition regulation. They'll be my first subordinates when I take office! The upper channel is unhindered, and the treatment and career potential are excellent! I know some of the rules of your atrium, and if it's a talent you introduce, I can pay you a referral fee. Even the money earned by the other party in the future can be shared with you. "Mephisto is not dead, and is very cunning to bewitch Nick.

Mephisto's proposal was tempting, which made Nick, who had a low moral base, very tempted. If it was Luke on the other side, he might have agreed first. But the one on the other side is Mephisto! A Demon God Lord of the Hell Dimension! Without receiving more confirmation and assurance from the Ancient One and Luke, Nick's inner vigilance and caution are extremely high.

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"It seems you're still hesitant, but that's okay. There will be opportunities for us to deal with each other in the future. Mephisto's bony mask gave a peculiar smile, and the entire virtual projection disappeared in place.

"Is that the Dimensional Demon God? It seems, well, as if it's not difficult to communicate. Agent Coulson looked at the vanished Mephisto and said with emotion. Originally, he thought that those dimensional demon gods were all existences that were about to invade and destroy the world at every turn, and could not communicate and communicate.

"That's because we have the Ancient One Mage and God-King Odin behind us." Nick can recognize the reality of the other party's attitude. Without the backing of these two forces, even if Luke and Mephisto had a big deal in the pipeline, the other party's attitude would never be the way it is now. Different races, different life personalities, communication is hindered.

"Is he gone?" Luke's voice rang out abruptly behind Nick, and the three of them turned around to see Luke standing a meter away from them with a heavy mask of unrecognizable material.

"Gone." Nick stepped out of the way and walked with Luke to where Luke had been seated.

"How's the harvest?" With a smile on his face, Luke looked at the silent appearance of the three of Nick, and said with some surprise: "You can't fail to seize this opportunity, you haven't negotiated a single deal, and you haven't even gotten the consulting fee, right?" ”

"Consulting, consulting fees?" Coulson and Maria Hill looked at each other, then at their own head in unison.

"He's fast." Nick didn't want to say it because he hadn't had time to think about it. In order to prevent Luke from continuing to ask and say something that stinged his heart, he hurriedly asked his own question: "You made such a big scene, we were the last to find out, I'm very sad, Luke." ”

"No way, I've been busy in the lab during this time, and I haven't slept for three days." Luke said energetically, not at all like a man who hadn't slept in three days. "I've built a rudimentary psychic web in the galaxy, remember Loki's scepter? I've changed it for the moment and used it as the main server for the Mind Network. ”

"That's supposed to be S.H.I.E.L.D., at least S.H.I.E.L.D. has legal custody." Nick took a deep breath.

"Didn't say it wasn't yours, but isn't it useful? It's better to shine in my hands and create value than if you throw dust in a laboratory, isn't it? Luke whispered, but could still hear a perfunctory reassurance to Nick. What's more, it creates profits, and you and your S.H.I.E.L.D. have a share. ”

"Excuse me, when will it be profitable?" Nick sat across from Luke and asked with a serious face.

"The investment hasn't been recouped yet. But believe me, just like communication, it's certainly a lot of potential. Luke raised his hand to give assurance. I'm not going to covet you and your share of S.H.I.E.L.D. ”

"I hope so." Nick didn't want to waste time with Luke on these issues that couldn't be resolved for the time being, and his eyes looked at the mask that Luke had placed on the table, and he sensitively felt a familiar power from it: "What is this mask?" ”

"Personality Mask." Luke's gaze also fell on the mask he casually placed on the table. "An alternative version of the Soul Ring, or a foreign trade version of Hell."

"Can we use it?" Nick asked subconsciously.

"It's hard. These are specifically tailored to the requirements of the Hell dimension, which are more aggressive and have more stubborn and paranoid after-effects. Luke explained.