From Joy of Life, the Tian Gang is reversed

Chapter 149: Alarmist! Have you made your retirement plan?
The afternoon sun was a bit hot, and Meyer was also a bit irritable.

He was wearing a slim-fitting suit, gold-rimmed glasses, a red tie, and a black briefcase.

He stood at the gate of Stark Tower, looking at the fat man who was walking towards him with a smile in confusion.

Happy!

Stark's trusted brother, what is he doing here?
"Is this Mr. Meier? My name is Happy, Mr. Stark's personal assistant. He asked me to pick you up. He's already waiting for you in the conference room."

"Stark? Tony Stark?" Miles stopped and asked in confusion, "Mr. Happy, are you mistaken? He's not the one I came to see today."

"It's like this, Mr. Meier. Mr. Stark said that the cooperation between the Avengers and S.H.I.E.L.D. has always been very pleasant. Mr. Clint and Ms. Natasha are his companions. So, as the host, he needs to come out and entertain you no matter what."

"Hmm?" Meier instinctively felt that something was wrong.

Happy cooperation?

Come out to entertain?

Is this Stark?

Why does it always feel weird?
Miles followed Happy into the elevator, confused, and said, "Mr. Stark, you're very polite. But I'm here on business today. We can talk about other things later."

To be honest, he didn't have a good impression of this playboy.

"This way, please." The elevator went very quickly. With a ding, it arrived at the Avengers' headquarters. Happy led Mile down the elevator and said, "The conference room is over here. Mr. Clint and the others are inside."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Captain America walking towards him.

"Hi, Happy."

"Hello, Mr. Steve, what can I do for you?"

"Tony, is he okay?" Steve asked Happy. "Did something happen to him?"

"No, what's wrong?!"

"Nothing, I just feel like he's acting strange today." Steve looked at Meier with a hint of doubt, "Who is this..."

"This is Mr. Meier, the supervisory agent of S.H.I.E.L.D., here to see Mr. Clint and Ms. Natasha."

"Oh, hi, I'm Steve Rogers, nice to meet you."

"Meyer Hogan, nice to meet you. Commissioner Coulson is your fan." Meyer shook hands with him politely.

"I know!" Meier's words made Steve a little embarrassed. Who the hell would want to have a fan who was a middle-aged man with balding hair? And he looked older than him.

"Mr. Meyer, please come this way." As if noticing the awkward atmosphere, Happy smiled and led Meyer to the conference room.

The conference room door opened, and Miles saw Clint and Natasha.

"Agent Clint, Agent Natasha, nice to meet you both." Meier extended his hand.

"We're glad to see you too." Clint and Natasha shook hands with Miles with enigmatic smiles and sat down.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Meier. We were originally planning to go back to S.H.I.E.L.D., but something delayed us here," Clint said. "Oh, by the way, you're here to hear our debriefing. Do you think we should talk to each other one by one, or..."

"It's okay. The so-called performance report is just an excuse." Meyer smiled. He didn't know why, but he always felt that the two people looked at him in a strange way.

To say it's hostile, it's not that, it can even be said to be very friendly.

But there was also a hint of kindness in that friendly look. What the hell was going on? He closed the conference room door, found a chair, and, ignoring the two men's odd looks, said, "Mr. Clint, I heard from Director Coulson that you're planning to retire."

"Yeah." Clint nodded. "I'm getting a little tired of living like this now."

"Mr. Clint has served S.H.I.E.L.D. for many years and is now retired. If you need any help, please feel free to ask. You are familiar with Director Coulson, so my advice is to speak up boldly. Director Coulson is not short of money."

Clint also laughed, "I know he's not short of money."

"One more thing, Mr. Clint, have you made your retirement plans?"

"Of course, I plan to go back and spend some quality time with my family. After all these years, I..."

Then his voice stopped because Meier was looking at him with a strange look.

"What's wrong? Is something wrong?"

"Mr. Clint, with all due respect, are you sure you want to just take a pension and return to your family for retirement?"

"Yeah, is there a problem?"

Clint dropped his smile, sensing that Miles wasn't going to say anything nice next.

"Mr. Clint, don't forget what you did before," Meier said. "You've offended a lot of people in your years as a secret agent. If you were a secret agent, it wouldn't be a big deal, but you joined the Avengers. Now the whole world recognizes your face and knows your identity. Do you think those you once offended will let you go so easily? And your family too."

Clint's face turned cold, "What did you say?"

"I'm telling you, Mr. Clint, you need to replan your retirement. As a supervisory agent for S.H.I.E.L.D., I don't want a decorated agent like you to get into trouble because of poor retirement planning. Don't tell me you can protect your family on your own. I've seen plenty of examples like this, and most of them ended in tragedy. So, do you really have no plans for your own safety after retirement?"

"I……"

"If not, I suggest you go see Coulson and plan your future. You've dedicated so much of your life to S.H.I.E.L.D., it's only natural that he should protect you and your family." Meier said sincerely, looking at Clint, whose face was growing increasingly gloomy. "Mr. Clint, safety is of paramount importance. It's not too late to re-plan your retirement life now."

Clint took a deep breath and nodded silently, "I understand. I will discuss this with Coulson."

"Well, I wish you a happy retirement." Meier's smile became more sincere.

Clint looked at Meier, stood up, and said to Natasha, "Natasha, I'm leaving now. You two can talk slowly."

As he spoke, he quickly walked out of the meeting room.

"You're scaring him."

Natasha said this as she watched Clint walk out of the conference room.

"No, I'm not afraid of a thousand things, I'm just afraid of one. I'm a timid person and afraid of death, so all my actions are based on my own safety. This is a habit I've developed."

"Yeah, it's a good habit." Natasha nodded, but her attitude became serious. "So, Mr. Agent, what do you want to talk to me about?"

"Indirect damage, or rather, the problem of collateral damage." Meier looked at Natasha and said, "I'm currently carrying out a standardized reform of S.H.I.E.L.D., with the focus on standardizing and regulating the operations of special agents."

"Your situation is special. Although you're a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent, you're also a member of the Avengers, carrying out their missions. The Avengers, on the other hand, aren't S.H.I.E.L.D. agents. So, there's a division of responsibilities involved here, and that's a matter of oversight..."

"Ding"

As they were talking, Meier's cell phone suddenly emitted a pleasant sound, the sound that thousands of time travelers had been looking forward to.

"Ding! Mr. Meier, your phone has been hacked."

(End of this chapter)