The Witcher: The Journey to Transcendence from Marvel...

Chapter 523 Inheritance

Coulson clutched the newly acquired cooperation agreement tightly, as if it were a priceless treasure, and quickly boarded the stealth fighter.

As soon as the cabin door closed, he urged the pilot to speed towards Washington, as the White House was pressing him for a report before sunset.

Throughout the journey, he repeatedly weighed the implications of his private deal with Spencer.

Those people in the White House are too fickle and driven by self-interest. They might agree today but turn their backs on you tomorrow. This matter must be kept secret and absolutely cannot be revealed.

After a long journey, Coulson dragged his tired body back to his luxury apartment.

He was thinking about taking a hot bath and then sleeping soundly.

But as soon as he pushed open the door, a chill ran down his spine, and a familiar yet terrifying voice rang out: "Long time no see, Coulson."

The sound, like a demon in the dead of night, had startled him awake countless times.

"Wes Irwin".

As if by reflex, Coulson's right hand flashed towards his waist.

"Splash!"

His pistol was already drawn. His body was tense, his legs slightly bent, and he assumed a defensive stance. The vigilance honed by years of experience as a special agent allowed him to make the most appropriate response.

"Please sit down."

With a faint smile on his face, Wes crossed his legs and leaned back comfortably on the sofa, looking as relaxed as if the apartment were his own property.

Coulson took a deep breath, trying to calm his wildly beating heart, and slowly put the pistol back into its holster. He knew that in front of Wes, this gun was no different from a child's toy, and could not hurt him in the slightest.

"We fought side by side during the Battle of New York, at least."

Coulson stared at Wes, his gaze complex, his words tinged with a wistful reminiscence of the past.

"That's just your illusion," Wes said coldly, ruthlessly shattering the facade of warmth. His voice was like ice shards in the dead of winter. "We're just using each other, each getting what we need."

These words were blunt and cruel, but Coulson couldn't refute them; it was the truth, and he could only remain silent.

"I'm here to inherit S.H.I.E.L.D."

Wes's voice was deep and imposing, as if it were a matter of course.

"dream."

The moment Wes made that outrageous request, Coulson didn't hesitate, his words sharp and resolute, a look of unwavering determination flashing in his eyes.

He gritted his teeth, and the capsule hidden between his molars snapped open, releasing the Extremis virus agent that surged through his blood vessels and rampaged through his body.

This is not for the purpose of increasing combat power. Even if you tie hundreds or thousands of desperate warriors together, they would be nothing more than a bunch of powerless ants in front of a super strong person like Wes, with no power to resist.

This specially made extremity virus, with a dosage far exceeding the norm, contains energy as violent as a volcanic eruption, and naturally, its side effects are also extremely strong.

In the blink of an eye, Coulson's body underwent an astonishing transformation. His skin first flushed an eerie red, then turned so red it looked as if it were about to bleed. His veins appeared like burning lines of fire beneath his skin, and he instantly transformed into a blazing fireman.

The expensive and hard floor beneath my feet softened and collapsed rapidly under the scorching heat, like melted butter.

Coulson was contemplating suicide; he knew Wes's methods all too well.

Once captured, all of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s classified information will inevitably be exposed sooner or later.

He would rather have his body blown to pieces and his soul vanish in the wind than let Wes succeed.

"Don't even think about getting a single word out of me!"

Coulson roared inwardly. His loyalty to S.H.I.E.L.D. had long since become his faith, and at this moment, life and death were no longer so important.

Just as Coulson was preparing to face death, something strange happened.

The dust particles in the air, which were originally being carried around by the high temperature and were moving around randomly, began to drift slower and slower, so slow that Coulson could even see the trajectory of each dust particle.

Immediately afterwards, he heard the sound of blood flowing in his veins, a "gurgling" sound.

"I slowed down the flow of time within you."

Wes's voice drifted over, calm as if he were talking about something trivial, yet it sent chills down Coulson's spine.

Coulson's eyes widened, filled with terror and resentment. He watched helplessly as Wes walked towards him step by step, each step seemingly treading on his hopes, yet he could not move. His body felt as if it were bound by invisible shackles, and all his struggles and anger could only be suppressed within him, leaving him powerless.

A soft yet eerie light rippled across Wes's palm like waves.

The light, like delicate, yet irresistible, wrapped around Coulson's head.

Coulson felt a chill run down his spine, and an overwhelming fear surged within him. He tried to struggle, but his body seemed to be frozen in place, his muscles wouldn't obey him, and he couldn't even move a single finger.

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As the light surged rhythmically, Coulson's eyes began to dart around uncontrollably, and his facial muscles twitched slightly.

Wes was forcibly extracting his memories in an almost brutal manner.

Deep within Coulson's consciousness, the confidential information that had been guarded and hidden for many years surged and roared like a flood bursting its banks, continuously breaking through obstacles and pouring into Wes's consciousness.

The addresses of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s secret bases, the coordinates of those mysterious outposts hidden around the world, in the mountains, or in the deep sea;

The password to enter the base was now completely exposed by Wes's "reading".

After acquiring the memories, several clones separated from Wes's main body.

As soon as these clones took shape, they transformed into blurry streaks of light and shadow, hurtling off in all directions, their targets being S.H.I.E.L.D. secret bases around the world.

Hours later, alarms blared almost simultaneously at S.H.I.E.L.D. secret bases in every corner of the world.

However, the elaborate and costly security measures at the base proved to be as fragile as paper in the face of Weiss.

Inside the base, Wes' clone moved about as if it were empty, roaming freely.

They went straight to the core area where confidential information was stored. Wherever they went, cabinet doors opened automatically, and files and hard drives were taken away all at once.

S.H.I.E.L.D. certainly has a lot of good stuff hidden away.

Includes complete data on the Super Soldier Serum and various Super Soldier experiments with the Extremis Virus;

There are also various hidden documents, which are full of records of America's dark history.

These documents detail how the United States manipulates other countries behind the scenes, instigates internal strife, supports pro-American forces, and even funds terrorism, all to satisfy its own interests.

If these misdeeds were made public, the United States would inevitably be thrust into the spotlight, becoming the target of global condemnation and scorn from all countries.

Wes stood in the middle of the messy apartment, watching the gains transmitted through magical feedback from his clones, a mocking smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

"Tsk tsk, America really is a pile of stinking dog shit."

At the same time, his mind was already racing, trying to figure out how to use this information.

A storm powerful enough to upend the world order is quietly brewing.

(End of this chapter)