S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters.

Nick Fury, who had returned from the Helicarrier Quint plane, confronted Agent Phil Coulson on the building's tarmac.

"Where's the person I asked you to find?" The hem of Nick's trench coat fluttered messily in the wind, and his voice was a little distorted in the wind.

"I've sent people to pick up top designers from major game companies. They are all currently waiting in the conference room. There are others who need to be late to arrive. Agent Fair's thinning hair stood stubbornly in the wind, and he walked beside his immediate boss, shielding himself from the wind with one hand in front of him, and raised his voice.

"Very well, take me there." Nick nodded in satisfaction.

After the dissolution of the alliance meeting, he asked Luke and Strange for some information about Nightmares, and then after getting some advice from Luke, he hurriedly arranged it up and down as soon as he returned to the Helicarrier.

After reading the information about Nightmares, he also agreed with Luke's suggestion that it would not be difficult to make a dream-type virtual game for Nightmare with the help of the super platform of the Data Dimension.

And as long as measures are taken and the relevant contracts are signed with Nightmares, then this cooperation may also be a benchmark cooperation between humans and demon gods for mutual benefit.

Nick prioritizes its importance over all that exists. Unless it's the end of the world, any S.H.I.E.L.D. affairs and manpower will have to give in to this matter.

Besides, this time S.H.I.E.L.D. is not just a part-time job with no pay, if the game script and design are adopted and used, then of course Odin and they don't mind giving Nick some compensation. Even according to Luke, the team he assembled could become one of the operators in the future. If he can come up with a design and results that will satisfy Nightmare, the position will be more stable.

God knows how touched Nick was when he heard this promise, he had been a close partner of Luke for so long, he had been Luke's close partner since before he made his fortune, he had witnessed Luke's growth along the way, witnessed the emergence of new energies, participated in the establishment of new currencies, met mages and many more incredible hidden worlds.

In this process, he also changed from a wealthy rich class to a poor ghost with a lot of foreign debts.

Is he running out of money?

No! Now S.H.I.E.L.D. doesn't need him to make all kinds of deductions and excuses to apply for funding, and now S.H.I.E.L.D. is the heart of the Council, not only has the appropriation increased by a level, but even the authority with Nick has also increased a lot.

He could tell anyone on the planet that he was rich. Including Tony Stark, a big dog. But only if Luke and Hebleen are excluded.

To be honest, Luke and Heblen may not have more real money in their hands than him, but he doesn't want real money! There are so many good things in Luke's hands and Hyperion, and if S.H.I.E.L.D. or other organizations want it, they can only buy it with new currency.

Hebel only recognizes this!

Thinking of this, Nick's teeth couldn't help but clench a little. He was able to owe so much money, and Luke and his Hebleon really contributed to it! So far, Nick has only been able to earn some new currency bits and pieces from some places that Luke and his big guys don't look at. And I can't survive at all.

Either repay debts or spend, and now it is necessary to raise several giant enterprises in the early stage of transformation and technological upgrades. Nick couldn't wait to break a piece of the new currency into ten petals and flower it.

Even though he was already very frugal, his debts snowballed every year at a rate that made him angina. Thankfully, thanks to the captain and his repeated strategies, Hyperion and the Supreme Mage agreed that a new batch of currency would be released every year to exchange it with real currency.

Nominally open to all forces, but in fact it is the S.H.I.E.L.D. and the few councilors behind him who participate in this exchange feast every year. Among them, S.H.I.E.L.D., as the heart of all countries, can eat at least half of the share.

After all, Heblen still has a business for ordinary people, so it's okay to reserve some more real money and improve some benefits. Anyway, the amount of new currency released is not much.

The mages of the Supreme Mage lineage are not really desireless, and do not have any contact and contact with the outside world. They also need a certain source of funding. There is nothing to do, in exchange for a generous amount of real currency every year to maintain their lives and expand their team, and the mages are also very satisfied.

Nick and the councillors behind him would have liked Luke and the mages to exchange more, but neither side was stupid. After all, the new currency is linked to new energy, or it is extracted and refined, combining the new energy compressed by the power of Hyperion and the mage.

Whether it's Heblem or the mages, the demand for new energy and new currency is also increasing every day, which is a rigid necessity.

What about real money?

That's really just paper for a simple life. More is good, less is nothing.

Nick and the council members behind him want too much, and take out too little hard currency, so they will naturally face a long-term state of making ends meet. It is natural that debts are constantly being made up and added every year.

As one of the earliest veterans of the Alliance, Nick, who has almost no presence and is not even a mascot, needs a new source of income that can last and stabilize.

However, before that, he could only think about it in his head. Without the help of the Supreme Mage and the Ancient One, he and S.H.I.E.L.D. wouldn't even be qualified to sit in that council seat. Even if he sat in that position now, he couldn't do anything. But the presence and absence of this position are two very different situations.

Just like now, a big gift bag was thrown on his head at the meeting.

Odin and other bigwigs are too lazy to meddle in this kind of thing, and they won't interfere. As a member of the alliance, S.H.I.E.L.D. is regarded as a vassal of Luke and the Supreme Mage, so it can be regarded as its own people. So it was no surprise that all the big guys couldn't look down on and couldn't operate the task, so they were stuffed into his arms. It's still the kind that pays well.

Before Nick arrived, he had already passed the news with the major directors of the council, and they were all in full swing to pack their own local game talent planes to send to S.H.I.E.L.D., without the previous rup, and they were extremely efficient, which can be called a green light all the way.

"There's a task you have to complete."

Pushing open the door of the conference room, Nick strode in with the staff, looking at each other with a grim expression, the chief designers and planners from major game companies, and ordered in an unquestionable tone.

"Who are you?" A chubby man struggled to get up from his chair and shouted to Nick.

"Special department of the highest level." Nick propped his hands on the round conference table, leaned forward, and looked around at the seated gamer with his intact one-eye: "You can think of this department as having unlimited power on this planet. ”

"What are you looking for us for? We're just a bunch of game designers. A thin man beside the fat man also spoke.

"I need you to make a game for me." Nick said, removing his hand from the conference table, leaning back, taking a document from Agent Maria Hill's hand, and motioning for her to distribute the printed paperwork, he dropped the bag of papers on the table and tapped on it, "The specific content and requirements are here, you must follow the requirements above." And you have to show all your skills and inspiration. ”

"What about our own games?" Another questioning voice rang out.

"Throw it away. Put your energy and manpower into me! Nick replied without hesitation.

"You can't do that, we're going to lose a lot of money! Do you want to let our previous efforts go to waste? An angry voice rang out.

"If you think so, then you can think so." Nick took out the love gun pinned to his waist and gently rested it on the table: "You can complain to me afterwards, or even call the police and sue." Both. But only if you do my job first. ”

"What about our losses?" A female voice asked.

Nick glanced at the woman who spoke, "We'll help fill it in." If your game designer makes the cut, you're going to get more than just a lot of money. There are many more technologies and products that are simply not open to the average person. ”

"May I ask you about your financial expenditures? How much money are you going to spend on this game? A steady male voice asked as he picked up the bag of papers handed to him on the table and looked at it.

Nick tilted his head, and dozens of big-shouldered agents with round waists walked up behind him, carrying heavy sacks, lifting them up with all his might, and shaking them one by one on the table of the conference table.

Messy and numerous, freshly ink-smelling banknotes covered the table and the surrounding floor like a rain of banknotes. This impactful scene made many of you subconsciously widen your eyes.

"No upper limit. There is no upper limit to money, no upper limit to support, no upper limit to anything! In the time you are in your business, even if you want to eat the flesh of alien creatures, we can get it for you. As long as you are serious and do your best.

Not only you, but also your peers from all over the world will come. You will be divided into teams to judge and compete again and again, and each winner will be rewarded handsomely!

If the best of you in the industry can't produce something satisfying, we'll buy one of the companies you work for and audition for designs and scripts from all over the world. I hope it doesn't go this far at first.

Do you have any questions? Nick ignored the money falling all over the floor, and after talking to himself, he looked around and asked.

"What about technology? Do we make it with our own technology first? What is the deadline you have given for production? A man raised his hand.

"No, no, no, throw away all the garbage in your house. We have better technology and platforms. What you're going to make is a big production that can hold hundreds of millions of players, and there is no other technology that we can offer you. Nick waved his hand again.

Guarded by a group of heavily armed soldiers, several agents approached with several metal lockboxes, swept the bills on the conference table to the ground, looked serious, and carefully entered the code to open the box.

Nick stepped forward and turned one of the boxes in a different direction, turning the open side of the box in the direction of the game designers. He reached out and took out a silver-white ruler-like metal strip from it, and in front of everyone's eyes, he gently buckled it to his wrist, and the ruler-like silver-white metal strip instantly bent into a bracelet, firmly tied to Nick's wrist.

"This is the instrument we have provided to you, each of which has a corresponding serial number, the serial number is unique, and once activated and logged in, it will be bound to your mental fluctuations. You can use it to connect to our host. "Nick isn't telling the truth here, whether it's Luke's data dimension or anything else, it's classified information that only a very few people know about at the moment. Of course, Nick couldn't just leak it out.

"As for the time? The sooner the better! Our technology is enough to cut down on a lot of complicated and time-wasting processes, and as long as you come up with your own design and script, the technology will make it happen in no time. We are short on time, ladies and gentlemen, and you must be prepared to work late into the night. Don't worry about anything outside, whether it's your family or your boss, we've got you covered. You can prepare, if you need help, you can mention, and then start working as soon as possible. Nick said resolutely.

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"Don't worry, I'll protect you." Thor was carrying his hammer, his beard was scruffy and haggard, but his mental state was unexpectedly high. Or like a husky who has been restrained for a long time and comes out to go crazy, even if he stands still, he can't hide his lively emotions that will go crazy in the next moment.

"I actually want Loki to go with me." Strange covered his face and lamented.

"Loki? He handles affairs okay, fights as a bodyguard, he can't. Thor put one hand on Strange's shoulder, and pulled him into his arms, clasping him tightly around his shoulders lest he shout for a changeover. It was so easy for him to get this opportunity out of the troubles that had left him unloved. He didn't understand, what was there to deal with those things? Isn't it okay to hand it over to someone else?

"I don't want to fight! I suggest you don't go up and start fighting. Remember, we're here to talk business! Business, you know? Strange stood in front of the portal he had opened, and as he stepped inside, he solemnly turned his head to remind Thor.

"Don't worry, I definitely won't do it first!" Thor grabbed Strange and stepped straight into the portal. Along with the portal, it disappeared in place.

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