Mo Qingchen's words instantly silenced Colson.

At the same time, through a miniature earpiece and a pinhole camera, Nick Fury, watching from the other side, also fell silent.

Colson was silent because what he heard made him feel that his own boss might silence him.

The Black Braised Egg was silent because the other side knew too much.

Because the establishment of safe houses around the world was not only done in secret, but also because all the money spent on these was entirely embezzled!

The other party had control of such information, which meant they had leverage over him, and that made him very uncomfortable.

"Colson, turn on the speaker and project the video; I might need to personally negotiate with them this time."

"Yes, sir."

Colson didn't waste words and immediately extended his right hand while pressing a button on the watch on his left wrist.

The next moment, a modest-sized light screen appeared between the two of them.

A black egg with dead fish eyes appeared on the screen.

"Mr. Mo, as you can see, I am Nick Fury, Director of the S.H.I.E.L.D. I imagine you are quite familiar with me, such as creating fake videos to deceive little pets or something."

The voice carried a certain gloom.

As for the expression on his face, Mo Qingchen could only say it was so black you couldn't make it out.

"I'm quite impressed with Director Nick's fondness for collecting little pets, but may I ask an impertinent question?"

"Since you know it's impertinent, it's better not to ask."

The Black Braised Egg didn't want to continue the conversation. It would be like being led by the nose.

As the King of Agents and someone who had once fought aliens, he liked to hold all the active control.

Unfortunately, Mo Qingchen could effortlessly break through his defenses.

"Director Nick, I wonder if the big orange cat that scratched one of your eyes is still comfortably residing in a safe house?"

If you don't allow it, he will say it instead!

Nothing more than wanting to break Black Braised Egg's defense!

And Colson on the side wished he was deaf.

Is this the kind of gossip about his superior he should be hearing?

Do you truly want him to be silenced for this?

Usually, the Director boasted quite a bit, claiming that the reason he lost an eye was due to fighting fierce aliens, leaving an honor!

And you tell me it's because his own Director got scratched by a big orange cat while petting it.

This bragging is way over the top, isn't it?

Sure enough, to be a Director, one must have a face as thick as a city wall!

At this moment, Colson, like an ostrich, tried hard to reduce his presence, but his ears were perked up.

If he were to die, he would die on the road of hearing gossip!

"Who are you exactly? Or are you an outsider coming specifically for the big orange?"

It's no wonder the Black Braised Egg thought so, as the existence of the big orange is too special.

So special that even the files compiled on it were done by him personally, using only paper versions, stored in his own safe.

In other words, within the entire S.H.I.E.L.D., the number of people who knew he once had a big orange could be counted on one hand.

Not to mention knowing that his eye was scratched by a cat.

At this moment, the Black Braised Egg's heart was surging like a tumultuous river. He desperately wanted to send someone to arrest Mo Qingchen and interrogate him personally.

However, thinking of the other party's methods, he temporarily extinguished this idea.

Sometimes, taking action is not the optimal solution.

"Who I am, you will know eventually, but for now, I want to make a deal with you."

Mo Qingchen wasn't interested in playing false pleasantries with this King of Agents; it was too tiring and easy to fall into his traps, considering this guy was the professional.

"What kind of deal?"

The Black Braised Egg wasn't surprised at all. The other couldn't have left a flaw intentionally for no reason. Naturally, something was up.

Having a transaction now is completely normal.

For some special individuals, necessary surveillance is certain, and they can also collaborate with them.

Of course, the premise of cooperation is that the threat assessment must be within the scope that S.H.I.E.L.D. can handle, or else...

Nick Fury's right hand silently moved to a certain place on his chest, where there was an extremely old-fashioned pager, and his heart settled a little.

Thinking of that woman who could tear a spaceship by hand, unmatched in her badassery.

With her on Earth, the Black Braised Egg had the absolute confidence to face any crisis!

"An offer you absolutely can't reject: a piece of news in exchange for the ownership of Tom and the other three pets, plus some high-tech data from S.H.I.E.L.D., how about it?"

Knowing a lot of Marvel's plots, isn't this the best intelligence?

Even with many Transmigrator predecessors, haven't they paved various paths for him? Just follow their operations, and you can extract a lot of value from S.H.I.E.L.D.

This move is called extracting profit effortlessly!

Of course, the prerequisite is that you must have self-preservation ability.

At the beginning of Marvel, if you're a bit careful, the threat isn't really that great.

"Tom and the others are quite special; you want their ownership for one piece of information and expect me to throw in some black-tech data? Isn't that a bit daydreaming?"

At this moment, the Black Braised Egg was effing cursing internally.

The other party knew about Jerry's existence, speaking directly of the ownership of the four pets.

Clearly, they had long known about Tom and the others, and they were extremely familiar with them.

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