Rampaging through American comics, people in my motherland don't eat beef.

"Gray, what are your thoughts on Ultron?"

Chief Fury glanced sharply at Gray with his single eye, took a small sip of coffee, and tried his best to maintain the image of a superior.

Tony glanced at the shards of glass still on his face, cleared his throat, and continued fiddling with the tablet in his hand without saying a word.

Natasha gave an awkward laugh, forcefully pried open his thighs, and whispered, "I'm asking you a question, so give me some kind of response."

Gray frowned, glared at her with displeasure, and slapped her fair hand until it turned bright red before putting it back, satisfied.

He casually remarked, "I suggest we launch two nuclear missiles first."

"puff--"

The bureau chief nearly choked on his hot coffee, tears welling in his eyes: "Are you kidding me! A country, over 100 million people, you just shoot like that? Did you even consider the consequences?"

"Consequences? Why do you always seem to prioritize the difficulties?" Gray frowned, his voice filled with anger. "Why do the Avengers fail so often? Why are the evil forces so rampant? Is it because everyone isn't trying hard enough? No! In my opinion, it's all your fault! Hesitating, indecisive, and timid when you should act! Director Nick, you need to seriously reflect on yourself!"

Tony just gave a brief introduction to Ultron, the creation of the robot, whose evolutionary path is similar to that in the original storyline.

After studying the history of human evolution, Ultron's simple yet correct logic states that humans are the root cause of Earth's resource consumption and conflict, and that "perfect order" can be achieved by wiping humans off the planet.

To achieve this goal, it stole the Mind Stone and took control of Stark Industries' military factories, rapidly assembling a mechanical army made of steel. Yet it was still not satisfied, or perhaps it believed that ordinary robots were insufficient to exterminate humanity.

It chose to temporarily infiltrate an island nation, utilizing its advanced industrial chain to manufacture war fortresses, biological weapons, and Sentinel robots with mutant genes.

It is conceivable that once it has accumulated enough power, the world will be in imminent danger.

That's enough...

Seeing Fury's face turn green with anger, Natasha secretly pinched Gray's hand. He had just started work and was already scolding his boss, which was a bit arrogant.

"An island nation is not a small country. Even if I agree with your absurd idea, the president won't agree, nobody will!" Director Fury straightened up and retorted authoritatively.

Just then, Coulson walked into the conference room with a strange expression, holding a satellite phone: "Frey, the Presidential Office called and said they've agreed to launch a nuclear missile."

"Fuck??"

Fury paused for a moment, then abruptly turned his head, staring wide-eyed at Gray.

Natasha's lips twitched. She had just said something and she replied instantly. She really wasn't pretending anymore.

"Great minds think alike!"

Gray nodded solemnly: "Your Excellency the President is undoubtedly an extremely wise leader. Let's do it this way. Before Ultron's robot army is fully formed, let's nip the threat in the bud."

"Although it's possible that hundreds of millions of island nation citizens will die, what world peace doesn't come with sacrifices? Director Fury, make a decision now, don't hesitate any longer, get started!"

Director Fury remained silent, his gaze shifting back and forth between Natasha and Gray, his fingers tapping on the table, and the atmosphere slowly grew tense.

"Furry, the Presidential Office called again, deciding to increase S.H.I.E.L.D.'s budget for this year." Coulson stared blankly at his phone, the content of which made him question his existence.

"How much should we pursue?" Director Fury asked instinctively.

"2000 million US dollars."

"Bang!"

Fury slammed his hand on the table and jumped up: "Lock onto Ultron's weapons factory! Contact the military immediately and activate the nearest nuclear submarine. We need nuclear support!"

The brain, which was originally constipated, felt like it had received a Thai massage after hearing about 2000 billion US dollars, and suddenly became clear and unobstructed.

"etc!"

Tony was shocked. At first, he thought it was a joke, after all, it sounded so unbelievable.

But unexpectedly, as the two were chatting, they inexplicably reached an agreement and actually prepared to drop nuclear bombs on the island nation, which frightened him so much that he quickly stood up to stop them.

Please, this is S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters, not some terrorist hideout!

You two lunatics are trying to start World War IV, aren't you?

"Don't worry, Tony, I know what I'm doing," Director Fury said calmly. "I've thought about it carefully, and I think what Gray said makes sense. Ultron's arsenal is located in a remote area of ​​Hokkaido. As long as we control the yield, I'm confident that we can keep the death toll below one million."

"..."

Natasha's palms were sweating as she listened.

When Director Fury said one million dollars, it felt like human life was worth less than Vietnamese dong.

When did the insidious and despicable Director Fury become the cold-blooded and cruel Director Fury?

Something's not right...

Natasha frowned and glanced at Coulson. Seeing his thoughtful expression, she slowly became wary.

Before she could think further, Gray grabbed her small hand, stood up, and said, "As long as everyone works together, Ultron is nothing to worry about. I believe Director Fury and Mr. Stark can handle it. I have some personal matters to attend to urgently; please contact me by phone if needed."

"Didn't you throw your phone away?" Natasha knew immediately it was about some private matter, and her eyes welled up with tears.

"Isn't it enough that you have it?"

Gray retorted confidently, leaving Natasha speechless.

Because it was a bit too blatant, Natasha coughed twice, unsure of who to explain to, her tone filled with embarrassment: "Well, everyone, over the next few days, I'm going to assist Gray with some basic intelligence work. There might be occasional instances where we can't get in touch, which just means we're busy."

"oh."

Director Fury casually looked away, not wanting to put too much pressure on Natasha.

After the two walked away hand in hand like children, Tony slowly put down his tablet, frowned, and asked, "Natasha and Homelander are dating?"

"It's hard to say." Director Fury lowered his head and sipped his coffee, a meaningful glint in his eyes.

"What do you mean?"

In fact, Tony didn't have a very good impression of Homelander because he had heard Captain America say that Hawkeye's death might be related to Homelander.

He wasn't particularly close to Hawkeye, but they were partners who had fought side-by-side many times. If Hawkeye was truly killed by Homelander, he couldn't just turn a blind eye.

"A relationship with love is called dating. How would you describe a relationship without love?" Director Fury's words were full of hidden meaning.

But he forgot that sitting next to him was a playboy who could buy love with money.

Tony frowned, racking his brains for a while, before finally managing to squeeze out a fart: "Hookup?"

Director Fury's face darkened: "Tony, you're undoubtedly a genius, but only in scientific research. When it comes to interpersonal relationships, you're a shit."

"..."