As Kurohane skillfully opened a portal and left the secret room, he had no idea how much time had truly passed. For in his apartment sat an agent with a conspicuously receding hairline. Phil Coulson was a tenacious individual, and currently, his face showed profound signs of stress.
Seeing Kurohane emerge from a shimmering portal, Coulson was so frightened that he lost a few more strands of hair!
"Kurohane?! What kind of magic trick are you performing now?"
Coulson truly couldn't accept Kurohane, who seemed to have a new trick every day. First, he displayed deadly marksmanship. Then his physical fitness rivaled monsters like the Hulk and Abomination. Now he had learned some kind of teleportation trick out of nowhere!
"Uh, it's all rather complicated. After all, with your level of comprehension," Kurohane helplessly shook his head. "It's difficult for me to explain to you what the Multiverse and dimensional space are!"
He himself was like a half-empty vinegar bottle... No, he only had the bottom of the bottle! Besides being able to open portals, he knew no other spells!
"In short, I was chosen by the strongest person on Earth. She said I was born with a body suitable for rigorous training," Kurohane opened another portal in front of Coulson, which allowed him to see the sparse back of his head. "As long as I open my meridians, the task of saving Earth and maintaining world peace will be entrusted to me from now on. Then she gave me this portal spell and told me to go find her to learn magic once I had figured it out."
Coulson was shocked and bewildered. "What?! Amazing! But why is the back of my head also starting to lose hair?"
"For baldness, just get a hair implant. Don't think magic is omnipotent!" Kurohane pursed his lips, feeling a little disappointed. The more important something was, the less likely it was to be changed by magic. It was like anchors in different Universes, something fundamentally unchangeable. Just like Doctor Strange would never end up with his girlfriend, Dr. Christine Palmer. The same thing happened in every single universe. And Coulson's hair was no different. No matter which universe, he was destined to be bald!
"Just get to the point, I'm feeling restless!" Kurohane was truly a bit tired. Although he got skills for free, before he felt confident enough, he truly didn't want to become the Sorcerer Supreme. The main reason was that he didn't have Doctor Strange's way of thinking, who used the Time Stone to continuously fight Dormammu forever. Most importantly... defeating Dormammu might not even guarantee Justice Points rewards! Wouldn't that be a waste?
"You've been gone for three days. Tony has recently run into some trouble." Coulson produced a document from somewhere and placed it in front of Kurohane. "He himself drove an F1 car and was attacked by someone, Ivan Vanko, a white bear who mastered micro-reactor technology. After the attack, he started breaking loose, flying around everywhere in his armor. The message from undercover personnel is that Tony is suffering from palladium poisoning."
Kurohane took the document and looked at it. Ivan Vanko, wearing homemade combat gear and energy whips, attacked Tony. Codenamed Whiplash, he had already been captured and imprisoned after the attack, but Kurohane knew it wouldn't be long before the big arms dealer Justin Hammer would bail him out of prison. He wanted to use Ivan's technology to create his own Iron Man suits. But who would use whom was still unknown!
"Howard Stark's legacy left for his son at S.H.I.E.L.D.? Nick Fury actually wants to use this to gain Tony's support! Isn't this using something that originally belongs to others to do a favor? Is this something a human would do?!"
Kurohane slammed the document in his hand hard onto the coffee table, raised his right hand, and drew a circle in the air. Allowing people to appear through portals, in Coulson's terrified eyes, Kurohane stepped in, disappearing from his apartment!
Coulson suddenly remembered something bad and followed Kurohane's movements, walking towards the portal. But he found that Kurohane had grabbed Nick Fury, who was still asleep, and pulled him out of his covers. He gripped the collar of Nick Fury's pajamas with one hand, lifted him up, and pinned him to the bedroom wall!
"Kurohane? How did you find me?!" A groggy Nick Fury realized that somehow, he had abruptly left his warm covers. And he was tightly pinned to the wall by Kurohane, even finding it a bit hard to breathe. He had no idea how Kurohane managed it, appearing directly in his bedroom. You should know that the place he was sleeping in wasn't an ordinary bedroom. Rather, it was a safe house specifically arranged with his own salary to ensure his safety while sleeping. Even his most trusted subordinate, Coulson, didn't know this hiding place existed!
Kurohane not only didn't trigger any of the alarm devices he had set up, but he also brought someone...?
"Coulson! Why are you here too?!"
Slap!
Kurohane slapped Nick Fury across the face, producing a loud crack. "Honestly, how much more stuff did playboy Tony's father leave for him?"
"What stuff?"
"Still pretending to be stupid, huh?! If I slap you again, will you remember?" Kurohane raised his right hand high. The previous one was just to help Nick Fury wake up. He hadn't used any force at all, but this time he didn't plan to hold back. Judging by the strength of his current hand, he could kill three Nick Furys!
"No, no, I've already packed all the notes and video recordings he left." Nick Fury said quickly. "Didn't I already ask you to deliver them to Tony? What do you mean by coming here and hitting me?!"
Only then did Nick Fury understand that Kurohane had come to demand an explanation. But he felt he had done nothing wrong in this matter, and Kurohane was being a bit excessive!
"The stuff you asked me to transfer should have been given to Tony before he was 30! Not only did you not give it to him on time, but your face also looked like you expected thanks for the favor. Why?!" Kurohane really couldn't stand Nick's petty thoughts. It was true Tony was a playboy, but he shouldn't be calculated like this!
"Who's expecting thanks? Didn't I ask you to build Tony's sympathy? You're not Natasha, who can maximize Tony's affection just by showing off her legs and cleavage!" Nick Fury truly couldn't understand how there could be someone in this world as ungrateful as Kurohane!
"Why do you only use honey traps on Tony? How about you use them on me next time?" Kurohane lowered Nick Fury from the wall and even seriously tidied his pajamas.
"Who said I didn't use them? That single woman across your apartment, I already set her up." Nick Fury grumbled. "But you ended up handcuffing someone to the bed and then chose to call the police! What could I do?"
"A 57-year-old single black woman can also be called a honey trap?!"
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