Marvel: I became an ancestor by sacrificing offerings

At this point, Black Marinated Egg couldn't help but smile smugly to himself.

He felt like he was a fucking genius!

This would allow them to effortlessly verify Peter's abilities and also conveniently get him to heal Captain America for free.

Who else in this world could come up with such a brilliant plan besides him?

Snap snap snap~

Meeting the excited gaze of the black-haired egg, Peter calmly and gently clapped his hands:

"Mr. Black Egg, I must say, you've certainly got a good plan."

Black Egg's heart sank suddenly, and an ominous premonition surged into his mind.

"With just a few words, you want me to be your free laborer and help you wake up Captain Berry? I must say, you know how to get something for nothing."

"But..."

boom!

Peter abruptly changed the subject, suddenly slamming his hand on the desk in front of him, shattering the solid wood desk into pieces on the spot:

"The captain who crashed into the sea in 1945 could provide important information about the deaths of my parents in the plane crash in 1994, right? Don't you ever think before you tell a lie?"

At this point, he couldn't help but look at Natasha beside him, mimicking the gesture and expression of "Zhen Zixia pointing her finger and shouting loudly":

"And he calls himself the director of S.H.I.E.L.D.? He can even make up ridiculous lies..."

Chapter 46 Ai's hair has grown long!

"Pfft...cough cough cough~!"

Natasha, who was standing to the side, finally couldn't hold back anymore.

Although she quickly covered it up with a series of coughs, her slightly trembling shoulders betrayed her current mood.

Nick Fury's one eye suddenly swept towards Natasha, his gaze as cold as a Siberian chill.

To this, Natasha simply blinked her emerald green eyes innocently, suppressing a laugh as she spoke:

"I remembered some happy things."

Before Black Egg could ask, "What's the good news?", he heard a faint "kukuku" sound coming from behind him.

He turned around and saw that Agent Coulson behind him had a face that was flushed red and his body was trembling like a leaf. Anyone who didn't know better would have thought he was having an asthma attack!

Holy crap!

Black Egg was so angry he wanted to kill someone to silence them.

But considering that Peter, his living father, was still there, he could only suppress his anger and explain:

“Peter, I’m not…”

"Um?!"

Peter uttered only a nasal sound, and the black-haired man had no choice but to change his address in a humble manner:

"Your Excellency, please let me explain. Hydra has not perished."

On the contrary, they disguised themselves as scientists and infiltrated the United States under the guise of Project Paperclip, and continue to pose a significant threat to national security to this day!

"Oh~" Peter feigned sudden realization:

"No wonder someone like you could become the director of S.H.I.E.L.D., it's not surprising now."

Black marinated egg: ...

He was so angry that he wanted to smash the table, but found that the table had already been smashed to pieces by Peter, so he could only hold on to his pants tightly.

After a long while, he pretended not to have heard anything and spoke:

"These aren't the main points. The main point is that as long as the captain is resurrected, it will serve as a deterrent to them!"

"The captain himself can even identify many high-ranking Hydra members, helping us to track down and capture these Hydra agents!"

Black Egg put on an anxious look, as if he were worried about the country and its people, trying to move Peter in this way.

But Peter just leisurely sipped his coffee, and what he said made Blackie want to explode on the spot:

"Look at you, always in such a hurry!"

"I didn't say I wouldn't help you, I was just criticizing your terrible ability to make up lies!"

“I told Natasha from the very beginning that as long as you can afford the price, I don’t mind helping you solve some minor problems.”

"So... demonstrating your abilities counts as one action, and waking up the captain counts as a second action."

"Your S.H.I.E.L.D. owes me two favors for intervening twice, isn't that reasonable?"

Blackie almost tore his pants apart with his hands. He had never been so passive, not even when facing the military or high-ranking government officials!

But unfortunately, he had no choice!

If the boy on the other side wants to flip the table, they will all have to pay with their lives!

For the "Avengers Project," to save S.H.I.E.L.D. astronomical sums of money, and to obtain a strategic "Priest" capable of reviving the dead and healing the wounded...

Black Egg kept muttering to himself, and after a moment he finally managed to squeeze out the words through gritted teeth:

"Okay, I promise you."

The moment he finished speaking, Nick Fury felt like he had aged ten years in an instant.

“Well then, let’s start by demonstrating our abilities.” After finishing his coffee, Peter stretched and stood up.

Upon hearing this, Black Egg perked up instantly and even began to consider whether to have Peter heal his blind eyes.

He used the iris of this eye to hide many secrets.

Just as Black Egg was struggling with his decision, he watched as Peter teleported right in front of Coulson.

"What's your name?"

Coulson, somewhat flattered, said:

“I am Phil Coulson, a Level 8 Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D., sir!”

"Great, relax."

Peter smiled and patted him on the shoulder, then placed a hand on the top of his head.

Ok?

Coulson was taken aback.

Nick Fury was also taken aback.

What's this kid up to?

The next second, a soft and warm white light surged from Peter's palm, instantly enveloping Coulson.

Coulson felt a warm current rising within his body, and wherever it passed, difficult-to-treat ailments such as lumbar muscle strain, rheumatism, kidney deficiency, and frequent and urgent urination melted away as quickly as ice and snow.

What he found even more unbelievable was...

He felt an intense itch on his head... as if his brain was growing out of it.

Coulson instinctively raised his hand to touch it.

What I felt at my fingertips was no longer smooth scalp, but a fine layer of... stubble!

Coulson glanced instinctively at the mirror not far away, and seeing the stubble sprouting from his head and growing rapidly, he almost burst into tears of excitement.

My hair has grown long!

"Your Excellency, thank you!" Coulson couldn't help but shout excitedly.

He had been saving up money for a hair transplant, but now he's saved a lot of money.

People's joys and sorrows are not shared; at this moment, Black Egg only felt the noise.

Holy crap!

You little brat, can't you understand human language?!

I'm asking you to demonstrate your abilities so that you can be used by me!

What the hell do you mean by treating my subordinate's hair loss?!

Seeing Coulson's worthless attitude after "getting his new hair," Black Egg got even angrier.

Oh my god, I want long hair too!

"Coulson!"

A low growl, suppressing boundless rage, finally burst forth from between the black-boiled egg's teeth.

"Huh? Sir?"

Coulson snapped out of his euphoria and looked at Fury's face, which was as black as ink, and belatedly realized that he had just... been too out of control.

Moreover, the Arbitrator himself has given me such a valuable opportunity to demonstrate my abilities...

This seems...not good?

But we can't blame him, he was chosen by the Arbitrator!

Coulson silently stroked his flowing hair, unsure of what to say for a moment.

On the other side, Peter, seeing this scene, smiled even more broadly.

This is exactly the effect he wanted.

By weakening Black Egg's defenses and lowering his prestige, I can then use my abilities to win over his most trusted subordinates.

If this continues... then who will be in charge of S.H.I.E.L.D. in the future will no longer be up to you, Blackie!

Thinking of this, Peter pretended to be innocent and turned to look at the black-boiled egg, saying:

"Mr. Black Egg, are you satisfied with my abilities?"

"Satisfied!" Noticing Peter's kind smile, Black Egg had no more temper.

They're being completely manipulated!