Manager, give me a membership card too!

"The medical staff are too afraid to move that man. The bitter cold of the Arctic has greatly slowed down the growth rate of the chest-breaking individuals. Once the temperature returns to normal, those monsters could kill him at any time. We can't take that risk."

Upon hearing this, the director's expression darkened further, and he said somewhat reluctantly, "What if I bring all the equipment over? Could we perform surgery to remove that thing?"

Coulson shook his head again, his expression pained, and said, "The environment is too harsh. Neither the equipment nor the personnel can perform surgery in such extreme cold. With S.H.I.E.L.D.'s current technology, there's simply no way to save him."

“No, maybe someone can save him alone.” Upon hearing Coulson’s words, Chief Nick Fury’s expression shifted. After subconsciously glancing at his capable subordinate who looked much younger, the gloom on his face vanished, and he spoke with a smile.

"If it were them, they would definitely be able to save him, save this legend from seventy years ago."

Looking at his confident superior, Phil Coulson paused for a moment, then seemed to realize what was happening, and a hopeful smile appeared on his face.

"That's right, if it's them, there won't be any problem!"

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"So, this is your reason for coming all this way to disturb my sightseeing?"

On a towering ice wall, a blond boy dressed in professional climbing gear scratched the back of his head with a hint of helplessness and looked at the two men in front of him who were smiling eagerly.

“Yes, Mr. Gilgamesh. I heard from Miss Kallen that you and Mr. Rorschach are very close friends, so I would like to ask you to inquire whether Mr. Rorschach can treat the Xenomorph parasite. For this, S.H.I.E.L.D. is willing to use that extra treatment slot, and if that's not enough, S.H.I.E.L.D. is willing to pay more.”

"I see. Considering we've fought side by side before, I'll ask around for you."

With a somewhat helpless sigh, Young Gil put down his climbing gear and pulled out a smartphone from his pocket, skillfully operating it. After about three minutes, Young Gil put the phone back in his pocket and gave Nick Fury and Coulson a knowing look.

Coulson was delighted to see the boy's gesture. Having experienced Rorschach's healing abilities firsthand, he knew just how powerful that technology was. If someone with severed limbs, extensive burns, and completely non-functional internal organs could be saved, then a mere Xenomorph parasite would surely be no problem.

Unlike Coulson, who practically wanted to jump three times to vent his excitement, Nick Fury, though equally pleased, remained somewhat reserved, nodding slightly to the boy before him and expressing his gratitude:

"Thank you, Mr. Gilgamesh and Mr. Rorschach, for your help to S.H.I.E.L.D. From today onwards, you are friends of S.H.I.E.L.D. If you two ever have any official troubles that need to be resolved, feel free to come to me. As long as it's not too outrageous, I can take care of it for you."

Faced with the chief's overly generous promises, young Gil gently shook his head, declining the offer. Seeing the chief's slightly puzzled expression after being rejected, the blond boy smiled and said:

“Rorschach said he can help S.H.I.E.L.D. treat the person who was parasitized by the Xenomorph, and you don’t need to use up one of the free treatment slots. All you need to do is a small favor, Director.”

Looking at the smiling blond boy in front of him, Chief Bomber felt a chill run down his spine and asked warily:

"What kind of help?"

"Rorschach wants a boat."

"Boat?"

Yes, the ship.

"Which ship? I'll give Mr. Rorschach anything that S.H.I.E.L.D. can get their hands on."

Hearing Nick Fury's promise, young Jill's smile widened, and even her voice carried a hint of amusement.

"Rorschach wants the Enterprise."

"Enterprise?!"

"That's right, it's the Enterprise."

"You want the USS Enterprise? That nuclear-powered aircraft carrier?"

Nick Fury's confident expression faltered, and he looked somewhat troubled. If Gilgamesh wanted a plane, a tank, or anything else, S.H.I.E.L.D. could provide it. But he wanted the Enterprise, which was a bit of a problem.

Although S.H.I.E.L.D. is headquartered in Washington, D.C., and is aligned with the United States, it is ultimately not an organization belonging to the United States. Instead, it is subordinate to the World Security Council, and its superiors are the five permanent members of the UN Security Council.

Normally, asking for money is one thing, but if they directly demanded the US's precious Enterprise, the other four permanent members of the UN Security Council might laugh and watch the show, but the US would definitely fly into a rage.

"Does it have to be the Enterprise? Or, let's switch to another one. I'll think of a way for you."

"No, it has to be the Enterprise. Rorschach doesn't want anything but the Enterprise."

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Chapter 231 A Pleasant Friendly Deal

Chapter 231 A Pleasant Friendly Deal

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In a conference room at S.H.I.E.L.D.'s Arctic base, Nick Fury and Rorschach, who had ostensibly arrived by private jet but had actually only cast an illusion, sat together at the conference table, discussing a secret deal between the two friends.

"Mr. Rorschach, first of all, I would like to thank you and Mr. Gilgamesh for your assistance to S.H.I.E.L.D. in this incident. Both the Tactical Dolls and the Tactical Visors achieved extremely good results in this battle, allowing many excellent agents to see their families alive."

"Secondly, I am very grateful to Mr. Rorschach for the medical assistance provided to S.H.I.E.L.D. I believe that with your help, that legend from seventy years ago will surely recover smoothly. Of course, we at S.H.I.E.L.D. are not ungrateful people. However, regarding your request, I have a few questions I would like to ask if I may. Is the USS Enterprise you mentioned not the USS Enterprise CV-65 but the CV-6? That warship that was a meritorious ship in World War II seventy years ago?"

"Bingo, congratulations, Director, you guessed right. What I want is the CV-6 Enterprise, not that nuclear-powered wreck. Believe me, that nuclear-powered aircraft carrier is less important to me than a single nail on the Enterprise. Oh, wait, that aircraft carrier is still somewhat useful; I need its bridge windows."

Hearing Rorschach's nonchalant words, Director Nick Fury's face turned green. The current director felt that a nuclear-powered aircraft carrier would be better; after all, there was one readily available, and with a little effort, it might be possible. But that World War II battleship had long been dismantled and sold for scrap by the Americans, with most of the metal purchased by the Japanese who had been routed by the Enterprise.

The Enterprise was dismantled decades ago, where is he going to get a CV-6 for him? Will he make a wish with the Dragon Balls?

Thinking of this, and for the safety of the man who had already been sent to Chaldea headquarters for treatment, Director Egg had to force a slightly stiff smile and said somewhat awkwardly:

"Hehe, Mr. Rorschach, I think you might have a misunderstanding. Although the CV-6 Enterprise was indeed a naval legend in World War II, having damaged and shot down over 900 aircraft and boasting an outstanding combat record, making it one of the most decorated ships in the war, it was sold to a dismantling company for $500,000 and scrapped decades ago because it couldn't raise the two million US dollars needed for maintenance. Now, more than fifty years later, where am I supposed to find you another Enterprise?"

The bald-headed bureau chief shrugged, indicating that it wasn't that he wanted to renege on his promise, but the reality simply didn't allow him to fulfill it. "How about we discuss that CV-65 instead? Maybe I can go to the UN Security Council and pull some strings and get it?"

However, before Chief Egg could even express his thoughts, Luo Xia's next words left him almost speechless.

"What I want are those dismantled metals, give me as much as you can, the more the better."

"You don't want the ship, you want the metal on its hull?!"

"That's right, that's exactly what I need. If I could find a complete hull or parts, that would be even better."

The bald-faced bureau chief looked strange, somewhat unable to understand the man's thoughts. He had initially thought the man was a World War II warship fanatic with money to burn, but now it seemed he had misunderstood. But it didn't really matter; these wealthy capitalists all had some peculiar hobbies, it seemed to be a common trait among the rich.

After silently muttering a few words to himself, Chief Bomber, after a moment's thought, straightened his expression and replied, "..."

"No problem, S.H.I.E.L.D. can help. However, there are still some issues. Although a large batch of steel was sold to Japan back then, so much time has passed, and much of that steel may have been distributed to various parts of society. Some may even have been melted down multiple times and are unidentifiable. How can I confirm which ones are what Mr. Rorschach needs and which ones are not?"

“Hmm, that is a problem.” Luo Xia nodded in agreement. What Director Baldy said was indeed a problem. More than fifty years have passed. Who knows what those steel materials have become now? You know, after India’s aircraft carrier was dismantled, most of the steel was used as steel for motorcycles, which are now running all over the streets, being transported under heavy loads.

However, this problem couldn't stump Rorschach; more accurately, it couldn't stump the system within him. By simply spending some shopping vouchers, the omnipotent system, A-Dream, solved its host's troubles.

"I already have a solution to this. Tomorrow I will give you a batch of instruments that can detect items containing Enterprise wreckage, which will make things much easier. However, although the wreckage is large and complex, that is not a reason for me to contact you."

"If I wanted to, with my current financial and material resources, I could easily collect the Enterprise's remains scattered among the people by joining forces with Stark Industries and the Uruk Corporation, even more efficiently than your S.H.I.E.L.D. After all, money may not be everything, but sometimes it can be surprisingly effective."

"The common people?" Director Baldy accurately captured the key words in Luo Xia's words and already had some general ideas in mind.

"Oh, so what's the reason you're looking for me?"

Seeing that Nick Fury had responded, Rorschach stopped keeping him in suspense. He straightened his posture and said seriously, "It doesn't matter if there's a little less of the dismantled steel. What I really need are those objects that embody the spirit of the people and represent their faith. To be precise, I need those souvenirs placed in museums, the more the better."

The stern plaque in New Jersey, the ship's bell at the Naval Academy, the bridge portholes of the active-duty CV-65 inherited from the CV-6, accessories in the Southern California Naval and Maritime Museum, collections in the National Naval Air and Space Museum in Pensacola, the WWII History Museum in Westminster…”

The shop manager rattled off a long list of museums and memorial facilities, seemingly having come prepared in advance.

"Finally, and most importantly, I need the Enterprise mast from S.H.I.E.L.D.'s collection, that iconic triangular mast. The government promised to send the Enterprise's triangular mast to the Naval Academy as a memento if the Veterans Association could raise enough money, but they never kept their promise after receiving the money, and even lost this very distinctive mast."

"I gathered intelligence for a long time before I discovered that the mysterious rod is now in the S.H.I.E.L.D.'s internal exhibition hall. It seems that Stark's father bought it as a memento."

Chief Bomber initially smiled as he listened to Luo Xia's demands, but his expression stiffened halfway through. After Luo Xia finished his long-winded explanation, Chief Bomber helplessly touched his bald head and decisively rejected Luo Xia.

"I can give you the triangular grappling hook, but nothing else."

"Why does the triangular treble rod work, but the others don't?"

“I can make the decision to give you the S.H.I.E.L.D. stuff, but I really can’t do anything about the rest. Do you know how many people visit those museums you mentioned every day? A lot of them come because of the reputation of USS Enterprise CV-6. And you want me to collect those things for you? Impossible, those museums won’t agree.”

Upon hearing this, Luo Xia pursed his lips, his eyes darting around before giving Director Lu Dan an idea: "Give me the genuine article, and you can make a fake. Museums often do this; many cultural relics are never exhibited, and what's open to the public are all official high-quality replicas."

"Even so, it's not acceptable. That's history! It's America's glory!"

Looking at the bald-faced chief who was utterly defiant, Luo Xia glanced at the tall black man, his expression shifting, and said with a hint of seduction:

"You were quite happy with the tactical goggles you used before, weren't you?"

The director's eyebrows twitched, and he subconsciously glanced at the inside pocket of his coat. There, a pair of tactical goggles lay quietly—his spoils of war, which he had secretly acquired by disregarding his reputation.

Chief Boiled Egg glanced at Luo Xia's chest and his expression returned to normal. His face was so upright and righteous that it looked as if he had never taken anything from Luo Xia, but rather Luo Xia had taken his things instead.

"It would take a long time to reverse engineer Chaldea's technology based on just a finished product, which is too troublesome. How about this: you help me get those Enterprise spare parts and souvenirs, and I'll give you a set of blueprints and operating procedures for a tactical eyepiece system. What do you say? Do you agree to this deal?"

Upon hearing this, Director Lu Dan's face showed a hint of interest, and he looked almost ready to agree, but he seemed to be considering something and was somewhat hesitant.

Luo Xia knew perfectly well that the other party had already agreed in their heart. They were just putting on this act to wait for him to ask for a higher price and to get more benefits.

Although he disliked these kinds of political deals between adults, he didn't mind letting Nick Fury gain some benefits for the sake of convenience. After all, if there was anyone in this world who truly cared for human society and the continuation of human civilization, the one-eyed black man before him was undoubtedly one of the most steadfast.

Perhaps he doesn't have any superpowers, perhaps he's not a brilliant strategist, perhaps he doesn't have any particularly glorious moments, and in some ways, Nick Fury is a cold-blooded, ruthless, and cruel person who weighs everything on a scale. But judging from his consistent performance in movies, he can indeed be called a behind-the-scenes hero.

He is not as great as Tony Stark, as brave as Stephen Rogers, and as fearless as the Hulk. He is just a small mortal doing his best for the future of humanity.

Thinking this, Rorschach revealed a mysterious smile, leaned down to the ear of the S.H.I.E.L.D. director, and whispered something. Upon hearing Rorschach's whisper, Nick Fury's expression gradually changed from nonchalant to serious, and finally even showed signs of turning into a serious expression again.

Nick Fury, who had obtained some classified information from Rorschach, had a grim expression, his remaining eye slightly narrowed, as if he were considering something. Seeing his expression, Rorschach was not in a hurry, smiling and crossing his arms, waiting for the director's choice.

After about three minutes, Nick Fury slightly opened his one sharp eye and said to the smiling, strong man in front of him:

"Deal. I'll use my connections right away, and those items will be in your warehouse in three days at most. But besides that, I wonder if you'd be interested in making another deal?"

Upon hearing Nick Fury's suggestion, Rorschach's expression shifted, and an interested smile appeared on his lips.

Tell me about it.

"Besides the CV-6 Enterprise, are you interested in the wreckage or complete ships of other warships that made their mark in World War II? If you are, I can help you get some more this time."

Rorschach's smile brightened upon hearing this. It was like a godsend; he had originally intended to collect artifacts from other warships, but Nick Fury had unexpectedly made this request. However, there's no such thing as a free lunch. Before, when he asked for just one Enterprise, Fury had been hesitant and reluctant. Now, Fury was offering to send him even more warship artifacts—he must have something in mind.

"Sure, but what price will I have to pay, Mr. Chief?"

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Watching Nick Fury close the door and leave, Rorschach's lips curled into a persistent smile. He truly hadn't expected this director to make such a deal with him. As expected of an old fox leading a major organization like S.H.I.E.L.D., he certainly had some skills.

Putting away the glass test tube containing the scarlet liquid, Rorschach looked forward to the director's performance, but before that, he had other things to do.

After glancing at the closed door, Luo Xia's gaze wandered around the small meeting room before finally settling on the spot where the bald-faced director had been sitting.

Having already sensed something through his lightning abilities, Luo Xia smiled helplessly, snapped his fingers lightly, and a surge of current overloaded the listening device habitually left behind by a certain bureau chief.

"Seriously, this isn't how you treat friends. You guys can't follow his example, or you'll turn into bad girls."

With a gentle wave of his hand, he dispelled the wisps of smoke from the overloaded listening devices, and his eyes turned to a corner of the room. There, with a distorted light and shadow, five tactical androids, their bodies covered in pristine white mechanical structures and wielding various firearms, deactivated their optical camouflage devices and appeared before Rorschach.

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The American scumbags actually sold the USS Enterprise to a dismantling company for only $500,000, even though the Veterans Association was almost at $2 million. It's said that besides the exorbitant maintenance costs, political factors between the Navy and the Army were also involved. What a waste of such a good ship.

Chapter 232 To the Moon!

Chapter 232 To the Moon!

"I've already watched the battle footage. You did a great job on this mission; it truly lives up to my meticulously designed masterpiece."

In the softly lit conference room, the strong, dark-haired man lavished praise upon the tactical androids in front of him. The straightforward compliment made the originally upright figures of these mechanical lifeforms, created using the black technology of the Black Bullet World combined with the energy of the Mind Cube, miraculously possess human-like intelligence.

Like newborn children, apart from the combat-related knowledge instilled in their mental cores, they are as pure and ignorant as young girls in other aspects. This is why they are curious about everything that happens in this strange world, and why they feel embarrassed when faced with praise from their masters.

Looking at these seemingly shy androids, Rorschach smiled knowingly. Then, as if remembering something, he took out a personal terminal from his pocket, operated it for a while, and then displayed it to all the tactical androids.

"Oh, right. As a reward for your outstanding performance in this mission, let me give you a new body. The new body has been developed. I've added some android technology to it, so you can look no different from ordinary humans while possessing combat power that is no less than your current level, or even better. Come on, pick one you like."

With a gentle press of a button on the terminal, a series of three-dimensional projections appeared in front of all the tactical dolls for them to choose from. The tactical dolls, who had been very quiet, began to whisper among themselves on the internal communication network the moment they saw these projections.

Watching the tactical androids excitedly choosing their new bodies, Rorschach smiled with satisfaction. This technological innovation actually stemmed from an accident. If he hadn't accidentally acquired new knowledge, these tactical androids might have had to wait several years to truly 'return' to the form Rorschach remembered.

All of this is thanks to the 'Winter Saintess' Justeza, who had become almost an empty shell. After burning the Greater Grail and nipping the crisis in the bud in the bud, Justeza, who survived the Greater Grail for some unknown reason, was taken back to the villa on the outskirts of Fuyuki City by Rorschach.

Without consciousness or thought, and no different from a beautiful doll except for breathing, Justesa naturally attracted the attention and sympathy of the girls, big and small, in Rorschach's household.

Although Rorschach repeatedly assured her that he would not do anything bad, would not bully a woman without her own will, and would not take advantage of her, the girls, led by Stheno, just scoffed and forcibly protected the Winter Saintess, who was dancing gracefully under Rorschach's orders, keeping a watchful eye on the approach of a certain man.

Only recently, after confirming that Rorschach would not give Yustissa any strange orders, did Stheno finally allow the shopkeeper to contact the Winter Saintess again and begin researching ways to restore her mind.

After much effort, including calling on Irisviel who had just emerged from the Yggdrasil healing chamber, there was still no improvement. Justiza remained as doll-like as ever, which made the lady, who came from the Einzbern family and had heard about the legend of her since she was nine years old, feel extremely unwilling.

Of course, this whole ordeal wasn't entirely without effect. At least when Rorschach tried to use a password to control the other party to sign the system's contract, hoping to see if the system space could repair the other party's mind, he unexpectedly obtained the complete set of Einzbern family artificial human technology that Yustissa had memorized deep in her soul. The completeness of the information instantly made Rorschach a senior expert in artificial humans.

Upon acquiring this knowledge, Rorschach's first thought wasn't to create a maid with white hair, red eyes, large breasts, long legs, and complete obedience, ready to drink immediately upon opening the lid, whose entire body was shaped like him. Instead, he thought of the tactical dolls under his command.

When Rorschach initially used the name 'Tactical Doll,' it was just a joke, since he himself was a person who drank the Collapse Potion before his transmigration, and it was just a way to commemorate his happy past (0-2). However, the emergence of artificial human technology made Rorschach see the possibility of him recreating 'Girls' Frontline' in this world.

The Einzbern family created Lyselite, a powerful android with a strength attribute of B-, capable of competing with Heroic Spirits (according to official settings). By utilizing the Einzbern technology combined with the advanced technology of the Black Bullet world, they could definitely create beings comparable to the Tactical Girls in their memories, thus fulfilling their past wishes in a sense.