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Chapter 275 White Vision Project

Carl has been on the road for so many years, but he has never carried any money with him.

Because in the past, whenever he wanted to buy something, his secretary would help him pay.

Even if he occasionally takes a few women out shopping, there will be an artificial intelligence queen who will transfer money over the Internet.

So, in his opinion, why should one carry something as useless as cash?

"But I don't have any cash with me!" Wanda's tired eyes showed a hint of embarrassment.

Carl: "."

Jean Grey: "."

At this time, a waitress carrying a tray passed by and heard the conversation between the three people. She stopped and looked at the three people with strange eyes.

Carl and the other two looked at each other awkwardly for a while.

Finally, an enthusiastic middle-aged male customer recognized Wanda as an Avenger and helped pay the bill.

"Thank you for your help." Wanda thanked the kind man.

The middle-aged guest waved his hand and replied: "I should thank you. If you hadn't saved me at the intersection just now, I might have been hit by a car."

"But thank you anyway," Wanda said politely.

The middle-aged guest took out a five-year-old smartphone from his jacket pocket and asked tentatively:

"Can we take a picture together please? My daughter loves the Avengers and she has always wanted an Avengers autographed picture."

Wanda naturally wouldn't refuse.

"of course can!"

However, when the middle-aged customer unlocked his phone, he found a bunch of unread text messages. He stared at the screen and his expression became worse and worse.

Wanda asked confusedly, "What's wrong?"

The middle-aged guest forced a smile.

"Sorry, no need for a photo. I just found the divorce decree from the court."

After saying this, the middle-aged guest turned around and left with mixed feelings.

Wanda stood there in a daze, looking at the lonely back of the departing guest, not knowing how to comfort him.

Karl shook his head silently: "This is not an isolated case. Many of those who disappeared during Shuomie must have found that this world has become unfamiliar."

Jean Grey has no interest in meddlesomely caring about the love lives of strangers.

"Let's go, we can't help him. Do you want to persuade his ex-wife to get back together?"

Wanda was speechless for a moment.

Carl looked around and saw a three-star hotel at the end of the bustling Manhattan street.

"There's a hotel over there, but we still don't have any money. I'm afraid I'll have to trouble you, Wanda, to ask Stark, that big guy, for some money."

Wanda thought about it and didn't refuse.

"Okay, I'll contact Stark now."

She pulled a holographic phone from her leather pants pocket and found Tony's contact information.

"beep beep"

The call was connected, and a small holographic projection was projected.

But what Wanda saw was a strange man.

"Hi? This is Happy Hogan, who are you?"

Wanda looked confused: "I'm Wanda Maximoff, I want to talk to Tony Stark, isn't this his private phone number?"

Happy on the holographic screen suddenly said, "Oh, I know you, one of the Avengers."

"Boss is taking a break. He just saved the world today. Is there anything urgent you can do?"

"You can tell me first. I'm Boss's bodyguard and I can convey the message to him immediately."

Wanda found it difficult to speak.

"Well, it's not an emergency. I was on 13th Street in Midtown Manhattan and wanted to stay at a hotel, but I forgot to bring any money with me."

Happy was stunned, he didn't expect that an Avenger would contact Tony just to borrow money.

"Oh, that's easy. I'll send someone to give you some cash right now."

Wanda smiled awkwardly: "Sorry to bother you, my credit cards and wallet are all at the Avengers Headquarters, but you also know that the Avengers Headquarters has been destroyed, so..."

Happy smiled and said, "Actually, you don't need to explain. This is nothing. Please wait a few minutes. Someone will come to see you soon."

Wanda: "Okay, thank you for your help."

Happy's hologram disappears.

Not long after, a Ford stopped in front of Carl and his two companions.

A young-looking male agent opened the door and got out of the car from the driver's seat.

After confirming Wanda's identity using facial recognition technology from smart glasses, he left a wad of money and immediately left.

Wanda weighed the money and estimated that it was about 30,000 or 40,000 US dollars, enough to stay in a five-star hotel.

Carl, who was getting impatient, set off first.

"Let's go to the hotel in front and rest for a night."

The three walked a few hundred meters on the busy street under the night sky and walked into a Walton hotel chain.

A familiar Ford car was parked on the side of the street across from the hotel.

The male agent who had just given money to Wanda followed them all the way here. After seeing the three people walk into the hotel, he picked up the intercom and said:
"Number 7, they've entered the hotel."

The intercom quickly responded.

"Understood, Boss. I'll keep watching."

Afterwards, the male agent in the Ford pulled out a holographic tablet and began contacting Tyler Hayward, the head of S.W.O.R.D.

After the holographic tablet projects the image.

"Sir, the target and the man and woman are staying at the Walton Hotel on 13th Street in Midtown Manhattan."

"Very good, Agent Ward, you continue to monitor the perimeter. Do not approach these dangerous people without my order."

"Understood, sir!"

On the other side, in the director's office at the S.W.I.R.D. base in space orbit.

Tyler Hayward turned off the holographic projection and looked at Nick Fury standing in front of the desk.

"I'm sorry, the bureau is always very busy. You should understand, former Director Fury."

Hearing the other party deliberately emphasize that he was the former director, Nick Fury seemed to understand something in his heart, but he remained calm and said:

"It's okay. I just didn't expect that I would find out that Maria Rambo, the founder of S.W.O.R.D., had passed away just after I came back."

Tyler Hayward, the acting director of S.W.O.R.D., rose to the top through internal struggles.

Therefore, he is the person who least wants to see Nick Fury's 'resurrection'.

He heard the doubt in Nick Fury's tone and pretended to be regretful:
"Yes, Ms. Maria Rambo passed away suddenly, and it was difficult for many people in the bureau to accept it at the time."

"Such a wise leader could fall to a minor illness."

Nick Fury nodded. Even though the guy in front of him acted extremely fake, he did not expose him in person.

"It's a shame, but life must go on, right?"

Tyler Hayward sighed in mock relief.

"Indeed, life must go on, and as the director, I must lead the S.W.R.D. Bureau to continue upholding our duty to protect the Earth."

Nick Fury heard the other party's words, implying that S.W.O.R.D. now has a new leader and does not need an unnecessary old guy like him. "I just came back, in addition to wanting to visit Maria Rambeau, I am here to handle the retirement procedures."

"I am tired of being an agent for so many years. Especially after hearing the news of Ms. Maria's death, I want to retire earlier."

"After all, I don't want to die in my position."

Hearing this, Taylor Hayward was secretly happy, as long as he was not here to seize power.

After all, many of the people in S.H.I.E.L.D. are former agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. If the former director of S.H.I.E.L.D. wants to seize power, it will be quite troublesome.

But on the surface, Taylor Hayward pretended to persuade him to stay, "Retire? That won't work, Mr. Fury. S.W.O.R.D. really needs an experienced senior agent like you."

Tyler Hayward defined Nick Fury's position in just one sentence.

If Nick Fury wants to return to S.W.O.R.D., he will definitely lose the position of deputy director. At most, he can only be a senior agent.

Nick Fury pretended to hesitate for a moment and said, "If S.W.O.R.D. needs me, I can come back."

Hearing that the other party really wanted to follow his words and return to S.W.O.R.D., Tyler Hayward's face suddenly darkened.

Seeing this, Nick Fury suddenly laughed heartily: "It's just a joke, you don't really believe it, do you? I'm over a hundred years old, I should have retired long ago."

Tyler Hayward's face turned gloomy because of Nick Fury's so-called joke, and he couldn't be sure of the other party's true thoughts.

So he decided to block the other party's way back to Tianjian Bureau in advance.

Director Taylor pretended to be sorry and said:

"Well, since you insist on retiring early, I will use a little of my privilege to delete your personal file from the database."

"From now on, Mr. Fury, you are just an ordinary centenarian."

Nick Fury, who is known as a centenarian, still looks like a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties.

However, he did not reject the other party's "good intentions", although the other party would not delete his personal information.

"Thank you for your help, Chief Taylor."

"You're welcome, Fury. Everyone has seen your many contributions to S.W.O.R.D."

"After so many busy years, I don't know if I can adapt to the retirement life ahead."

"Maybe you could find a daily hobby to keep yourself busy? How about golf? Or gardening."

The two old coins chatted politely in the office for half an hour.

"It's getting late. I should go back to Earth and live my retirement life."

"Take care, Mr. Fury. I have work to do. I'm sorry I can't take you there."

"It's okay, I know the way."

Nick Fury said goodbye and prepared to leave.

But after walking a few steps, he suddenly stopped, turned around again, and asked seriously:

"I think my retirement pay will be there, right?"

Tyler Hayward was a little nervous when he saw Nick Fury suddenly turn around.

I heard that the other party was only concerned about the retirement salary and wanted to get rid of this big trouble as soon as possible.

Taylor Hayward said without hesitation: "Of course, you are the hero behind saving the world, how could your retirement salary be reduced?"

After hearing the other party's confirmation, Nick Fury turned around and left with satisfaction.

Tyler Hayward watched Nick Fury disappear through the office door and his smile suddenly faded.

Through surveillance, we kept an eye on the other party after he returned to Earth in the space transport capsule.

Tyler Hayward immediately contacted several trusted agents through S.W.O.R.D.'s internal encrypted communications and prepared to send someone to monitor Nick Fury's movements for a long time.

At the same time, he also planned to go to the laboratory in person to inspect the progress of the research on the hallucination corpse.

As long as White Vision's plan goes smoothly, he will get a tool man who is stronger than any Avenger.

Then, Tyler Hayward won't have to worry about anyone taking away his power.

1 a.m. Eastern Time.

13th Street in Midtown Manhattan, New York City.

The 25th floor of the Walton Hotel.

In the dark luxurious suite bedroom.

Perhaps it is because unfamiliar environments make people more likely to dream.

Wanda seemed to see Vision, her former lover, in her dream.

In a laboratory that looked very advanced, Vision was disassembled alive into a pile of parts.

Many researchers wearing white dust-free protective suits were holding parts and analyzing data in various high-tech instruments.

The reality of this dream was unexpected.

Wanda could even clearly see someone who was supposed to be a leader walking into the lab.

Many researchers stopped their work and entertained the white leader who was about fifty years old.

"Professor Howard, is the White Vision Project going well?"

"It went very smoothly, sir. Based on Vision's body structure, we spent two years to create a one-to-one White Vision."

"It took another three years to study how to control White Vision, although White Vision still has some minor problems, such as the unstable control of time."

After hearing the conversation between the two, Wanda realized that her lover's body was being used for experimental research?
"Who? Who did it?"

Wanda was awakened by this nightmare. She quickly turned on the bedside lamp and muttered to herself with a grim expression.

Thinking about the outrageous reality of this dream, she felt more and more that something was wrong.

It was Wanda who buried Vision's body in the soil of Wakanda five years ago.

But now she suddenly dreamed that Vision's body appeared in the laboratory.

"Maybe I should go back to where Vision is buried?"

At this moment, Wanda couldn't sleep anymore, so she quickly got out of bed and walked out of the bedroom.

Arriving at the luxury suite of the hotel next door, she anxiously pressed the doorbell several times.

"Ding Ding Ding! Ding Ding Ding!"

"Come in yourself."

Karl’s voice was faintly heard, and at the same time, the door of the suite opened automatically.

Wanda walked in without any precautions.

"Carl? Where are you? I don't have time to go to Kamar-Taj tomorrow. I have to go to Wakanda first."

"Wait, where are the people?"

Wanda searched the living room, private theater, gym, and even the bedroom of the luxury suite, but still couldn't find Carl.

"I'm in the bathroom, what did you say?"

Karl, wearing a bathrobe, walked out of the attached bathroom of the bedroom suite and asked with a puzzled look on his face.

Jean Grey, also wearing a white bathrobe, walked out of the bathroom right after him.

The skin on Qinxiang's shoulders was so tender that it was obvious that she had just finished a double bath.

Wanda, who has been dating Vision for several years but is still a novice, can see that the woman behind Carl has obviously just been moisturized.

"Hi! Good evening."

Jean Grey greeted her cheerfully, then walked past Wanda without hesitation and found a comfortable position to lie on the waterbed in the bedroom.

(End of this chapter)