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With a bang, Du Mu kicked open the office door.

Nick Fury, behind his desk, remained calm, clearly used to it.

He glanced at Du Mu's incongruous classical attire and asked with a dark face, "Agent Du Mu, where have you been these past few days? Coulson reported to me that you've been out of contact."

"Asgard, Coulson ordered me to keep an eye on Thor, so I've been following him there."

Du Mu replied matter-of-factly, "Well, I was in Asgard for a few days... monitoring things, and as soon as I was done, I rushed back to report."

Nick Fury: 눈灬●

You were just saying you played for a few days, right?

Next, Du Mu briefly recounted what had happened between Thor and Loki.

After listening, Nick Fury rubbed his temples hard, his voice weary: "So all this commotion turned out to be just an alien family feud?"

Du Mu nodded: "That's right. So, should I go back and assist Coulson now?"

"No need, you can stay in New York."

Nick Fury waved his hand, feeling a sudden headache.

He originally planned to transfer Du Mu to a remote area to avoid trouble for a while, but he didn't expect it to cause such a big commotion.

According to Coulson's report, the battle between Dumu's mech and the Destroyer nearly leveled half of the local town.

Because Du Mu was involved, S.H.I.E.L.D. had to compensate for some of the losses, which made their already tight budget even worse.

[Mission 'Support Coulson' successfully completed!]

[Rewards: 1000 XP, 20 S.H.I.E.L.D. Reputation, Item 'Hydrofluoric Acid', Item 'Protein Energy Block']

[Props: Hydrofluoric acid (an essential tool for disposing of a body; remember not to pour it into the bathtub)]

[Item: Protein Energy Block (Snowpiercer specialty, with a protein content more than ten times that of beef)]

"Oh, right, there's something I need to remind you of."

Nick Fury looked at Du Mu and said, "Remember the mission that promoted you to Level 6 Agent? That organization called the Hand has been secretly investigating you all this time, and they even put a high bounty on you on the dark web to find your whereabouts."

"I have a bounty on my head?"

Upon hearing this, Du Mu curiously asked, "How much is the bounty on my head?"

"200 million US dollars."

"What!?"

Upon hearing this, Du Mu immediately became furious.

"Calm down. I know you're angry about the bounty on your head. I'll handle this," Nick Fury tried to reassure him.

To everyone's surprise, Du Mu angrily retorted, "I'm only worth 200 million US dollars? Damn it, who do they think they are?!"

Nick Fury: "..."

It turns out this guy was angry not because of the bounty, but because he thought the bounty was too low.

"Chief, let me handle this myself. You don't need to get involved."

After Du Mu finished speaking, he turned and left angrily.

After he left, Nick Fury looked at the report on the allocation of funds in his hand, and the worry on his face vanished instantly.

"Finally, another excuse to apply for more funding from the World Council."

......

After leaving the director's office, Du Mu immediately used his Level 6 agent privileges to find the bounty information about himself.

The notice clearly stated that providing clues related to the target would earn a reward of $10 to $50, and providing the target's specific location, once verified, would earn a reward of $100 million.

If the target is captured directly, the reward is $200 million!

If an ordinary person saw that they had such a high bounty on their head, they would probably be very careful, fearing that a bounty hunter might appear at any time.

But Du Mu didn't think so; he felt that the reward amount was too low.

Wang Luffy's bounty is in the hundreds of millions, so who does he think he is with a mere 200 million?

Du Mu stared at the amount of the reward he had offered, feeling quite displeased.

Suddenly, a thought flashed through his mind.

"Since I'm just sitting around doing nothing anyway, I might as well earn this money myself."

......

Late at night, in Hell's Kitchen.

Deep inside an abandoned factory, a dozen or so blurry black figures gathered.

In the center of the venue stood an Asian man who seemed to be living a comfortable life, and an elderly woman with a face full of wrinkles.

The old woman squinted at Murakami and said slowly and hoarsely, "Murakami, I heard that your apprentice Shin not only lost the organization's ledgers, but also lost an important member. Now Alexandra is very dissatisfied with you."

Murakami said with a grim expression, "Mrs. Gao, I have already begun investigating the two people who broke into the building that day. One is Daredevil, who frequently operates in Hell's Kitchen, and the other's identity is currently unknown. However, I have already placed a bounty on the dark web to track down this person."

"The good news is that I just received notification that the unidentified person has been apprehended and should be brought here soon."

Mrs. Gao nodded: "That's good. There's an Eastern idiom, 'kill the chicken to scare the monkey.' Today, we'll use this ignorant chicken to teach those monkeys who dare to spy on the Hand Association a good lesson."

Hearing Mrs. Gao speak Chinese with a less-than-perfect accent, Murakami couldn't help but secretly purse his lips.

Mrs. Gao still likes to use Chinese, which no one can understand, and acts all high and mighty.

However, his spoken Chinese is really not impressive; it's not even as standard as his casual remark, "Those who know when to yield are the heroes."

Just as Murakami said, footsteps soon came from outside the abandoned factory.

A masked man escorted Du Mu, who was bound hand and foot, into the abandoned factory.

The masked man looked at Murakami and said, "The person you requested has been delivered. Please confirm receipt."

"That's right, it's this guy."

When Murakami saw Du Mu's appearance, he snorted coldly, wishing he could tear Du Mu to pieces on the spot.

Suppressing his anger, he asked the masked man, "How did you catch this guy?"

Even their Hand Society couldn't find Du Mu's identity or whereabouts, so Murakami was very curious about how the masked man managed to do it.

The masked man said coldly, "We are a professional team, and we have our own methods. You don't need to know that. Now that it's confirmed, we'll pay you according to the rules."

Murakami frowned slightly, somewhat displeased with the masked man's attitude.

No matter what, he was a high-ranking member of the Hand, yet a mere bounty hunter dared to look down on him so disrespectfully.

Murakami twitched his fingers slightly, and figures slowly surrounded him, each holding a samurai sword.

Clearly, he changed his mind and decided to get it for free.

Seeing this, the masked man remained calm and said, "I advise you not to have any bad ideas."

As he spoke, the masked man clapped his hands.

The next moment, a dozen or so masked men rushed into the abandoned factory.

Each of them was fully armed, with equipment far superior to that of ordinary troops; some even carried RPG rocket launchers, aiming them at Murakami and his men.

Murakami: "..."

Mrs. Gao: "..."

This is so professional!