Kurohane knew this wasn't the right time for a lottery draw. After a fierce battle, media reporters, faster than the police and S.H.I.E.L.D., would soon appear. And he was currently wearing a Batman costume while also being a Hydra spy within S.H.I.E.L.D. He had too many identities, which clearly weren't suitable for exposure. He had to retreat immediately!
"Right, did I forget something?"
After a moment of stunned silence, Kurohane realized he had forgotten the Hulk! He tore his gaze away from Blonsky's naked backside and looked around, then saw a large green back desperately running away from him!
Kurohane was astonished. "No, am I that scary? The Abomination only ended up in that state mostly because you defeated him!"
However, Kurohane also knew that even if the Hulk ran fast now, S.H.I.E.L.D. and the U.S. Military wouldn't let him go. He was destined to be recaptured sooner or later!
He pulled his cell phone from his pocket and skillfully dialed Agent Coulson's number. Yes, Kurohane was currently using a Nokia phone. Although it could only be used for calls, text messages, and playing Snake, its quality was truly outstanding. Even if he was knocked around by the Abomination, the phone in his pocket remained sturdy, without even two scratches on its screen!
"That big yellow guy has been beaten back to his original form by me and is now in a coma. The big green guy ran off on his own; I couldn't stop him!"
"...The Director wants to meet me? He wants me to go to headquarters to see him? Tell him to come to my apartment to see me! I don't have a S.H.I.E.L.D. ID and can't get into headquarters! You guys hurry up and apprehend him, or he'll be taken away by the U.S. Military by then!"
Kurohane hung up on Coulson and curled his lips in disdain. With his greatly increased strength, he had naturally become arrogant. An ordinary Nick Fury could be suppressed with one hand. Moreover, his mind was now consumed with the lottery draw. These were 1000 hard-earned Justice Points, a ten-pull! So before the draw, he had to take a clean shower to aim for that one big hit! As the saying goes, the end of science is metaphysics. Kurohane's own luck had never been too good, so this time he had to prepare thoroughly. He didn't believe he couldn't draw something good!
Then he glanced at Blonsky's yellow backside again, and Kurohane silently grieved for him for a moment in his heart.
Kurohane sighed. "Poor little white mouse... yellow mouse! If there are no accidents, prepare to spend your next life in the laboratory! Try to create a few more super villains, or just break out of the lab a few times yourself!"
Listening to the gradually approaching police sirens in the distance, Kurohane walked into a small alley by the roadside, and like a true Batman, vanished into the vast night.
Fifteen minutes later, in Kurohane's private apartment, Kurohane, clad only in a bath towel, had just emerged from the bathroom when he saw Nick Fury sitting on his sofa. And quite impolitely, Fury had turned off the lights in his home, wanting to fully merge with the darkness. However, the moonlight outside the window shone brightly on his head, reflecting brilliantly! Moreover, for Kurohane, who possessed Super Vision, even if Nick Fury hid himself in the Atlantic Ocean, concealed himself in a cotton field, or hid in a rubber plantation, Kurohane could spot him at a glance!
"Has anyone ever told you that your head reflects light under the moonlight?"
Upon hearing Kurohane's words, Nick Fury subconsciously wanted to give Kurohane an internationally friendly gesture, but recalling the consequences of cursing in front of Kurohane previously, he could only withdraw his hand in embarrassment.
"This time I asked you to come to my apartment to see me, so I won't arrest you for trespassing," Kurohane said casually. "But I still hope you remember to knock on the door when you come in next time."
Kurohane paid no mind to Nick Fury's murderous glare, displaying his perfect upper body without hindrance. He sat opposite Nick Fury nonchalantly, picking up his teacup from the coffee table.
"Speak, what exactly do you want from me?"
"Regarding your origins, and the powers you possess that are not those of an ordinary person, I think you should give S.H.I.E.L.D. an explanation. Why have you never shown your strength?" Nick Fury stared at Kurohane very calmly. He wasn't worried that Kurohane would harm him. But as the Director of S.H.I.E.L.D., he still needed to have a clear understanding of his subordinates' capabilities.
"Being a S.H.I.E.L.D. Agent doesn't require strong combat power. You just need to meet the assessment requirements," Kurohane spread his hands and shrugged helplessly. "For ordinary terrorists or gangsters, using a gun is enough to solve the problem. It's not only easy but also quick; no need for punching and kicking."
"Besides, in the information S.H.I.E.L.D. asks us to fill out, they don't ask us to fill in our superpowers."
Nick Fury fell silent, speechless. Kurohane noticed that Nick Fury had frozen again, so he had to hold his teacup high, waving it back and forth in front of Nick Fury, yet Nick Fury didn't seem to react at all. This made Kurohane very displeased. He pursed his lips and glanced at Nick Fury. He was still the Director of S.H.I.E.L.D.! How could he not understand basic etiquette like offering tea and seeing guests out?
"Is that all?!" Kurohane directly broke through Nick Fury's pretense, too lazy to chat with him here. "Anything else? If not, I want to sleep."
Nick stood from the sofa and walked to the apartment door in a few strides. "The Kree who infiltrated Earth haven't been found yet. Some Kree, in appearance, are no different from Earthlings, so the investigation will take time. However, I suggest you go see Tony recently. Maybe you can steal a little something..."
"You want me to steal something?!" Kurohane stood up with a 'bang', incredibly fast!
However, Nick's movements weren't slow either. He walked out before Kurohane could utter a second sentence, and thoughtfully closed Kurohane's door, making the apartment's glass windows rattle.
Kurohane grunted in annoyance, "Consider yourself lucky, that black old man ran fast, or I would have directly transferred you to the NYPD!"
Without any clothes on, Kurohane lay on his small bed, wrapped in a bath towel. He closed his eyes and entered his mind to prepare for the lottery draw, gazing at the small lottery wheel divided into three. Kurohane opened his mouth to inquire about his current winning odds, to see if there was any guaranteed ten-pull or something.
[Detected that the host's lottery draws have exceeded 9 times. The guaranteed ten-pull for the novice protection period is about to expire.]
"A novice protection period ten-pull? What does that mean?"
[The rewards obtained from the ten lottery draws are sufficient for the host to pass the novice stage.]
[Starting from the eleventh draw, the quality of rewards will not be guaranteed.]
"So... future draw results will only get worse?!"