Chapter 48: Let Hell's Kitchen suffer a bit more; I will bear the infamy

Time passed second by second while Black Widow was on pins and needles.

She was truly afraid that the handsome youth who looked kind would strip her clothes off later and then make her like the captured investigators in the videos.

Ring-a-ling~

Suddenly, the landline rang again.

Alvin put down his wine glass and answered the phone casually: "Well, have you considered it clearly?"

Unlike last time, the person on the other end had changed. The voice was low and thick: "Mr. Velsius, I am the Director of S. H. I. E. L. D., Nick Fury. I sincerely apologize to you for the act of sending an agent to infringe upon your privacy, and I am willing to send one hundred million dollars as compensation."

Oh, the big fish has finally taken the bait; it wasn't in vain that he went through all this trouble.

"There's no need for apologies." Alvin snapped his fingers, and Black Widow, who was tied to the ceiling, fell to the ground with a thud: "I've released your person; we're even."

"Wait, Mr. Velsius!"

Seeming to perceive the other party's intention, Fury spoke hurriedly: "We want to talk to you, Mr. Velsius."

"If I don't agree, are you going to threaten me again?" Alvin retorted.

"No, no, no, Mr. Velsius, you may have misunderstood." Fury said with a thick skin, as if nothing had happened: "Everything just now was a misunderstanding. Actually, we have no malice. If you don't mind, you can set a time, and we can meet to talk in detail; perhaps that will clear up your misunderstanding."

"Not interested. Goodbye."

Alvin hung up the phone straightforwardly.

Although the big fish had taken the bait, now was not the time. He would continue to whet their appetite until... the right moment.

While pondering, he looked up at Black Widow, who had broken free from the ropes: "Miss Natasha, your boss paid one hundred million dollars. I keep my promises; you can go now."

Black Widow broke free from the ropes, but marks from the binding were inevitably left on her skin.

Especially on the inner sides of her thighs and her chest, there was still a stinging pain, reminding her every moment of the shameful scene that had just occurred.

The female agent was both ashamed and angry, her beautiful eyes seemingly spitting fire as she glared at Alvin.

"What, is Miss Natasha addicted to it, planning to stay and play a while longer?" Alvin looked at Black Widow playfully, his gaze wandering wantonly over her body: "If that's the case, I wouldn't mind helping you. I've done quite a bit of research in the area of S."

"Shameless! Bastard!"

Black Widow gritted her silver teeth, wishing she could slaughter this bastard.

But unfortunately, she knew very well that even if she rushed up, she wouldn't be this guy's opponent, so she calmed down again: "I hope you will consider our suggestion carefully, Mr. Velsius."

"Sure, one hundred million dollars, and I'll consider it."

Alvin put on a look of being obsessed with money and grinned: "Your Homeland Bureau or whatever shouldn't be unable to come up with this little bit of money, right?"

Facing the unyielding Alvin, Black Widow snorted coldly, turned around, and left the room, swaying her hips.

It was just that her gait was limping, trying her best to avoid friction on the inner thighs, which looked somewhat comical no matter how you looked at it.

This counted as S. H. I. E. L. D.'s preliminary probe, and the situation was in line with Alvin's predictions.

From the beginning, he never intended to keep it a secret. At the very least, there was no need to hide a power as extraordinary as 'psionics' from S. H. I. E. L. D.

There were too many people with superpowers in the Marvel Universe; he wasn't the only one, so there was no need to keep it confidential.

Instead, it was better to use 'psionics' as 'bait' to lure S. H. I. E. L. D. into the trap; that was in line with Alvin's plan.

Alvin sat alone in the room, took a light sip of wine, and organized his current thoughts and progress.

"First, Norman's side is a long-term plan; I can't expect returns for the time being."

"Second, Tony Stark's armor should have been developed to the second generation. I just don't know how things are going on Obadiah's side... I hope he makes smooth progress."

"Finally, there's S. H. I. E. L. D. It seems unlikely to get returns in the short term."

Alvin pinched the bridge of his nose, suddenly feeling a bit melancholy. Among the known important supporting characters, there didn't seem to be any good opportunities for him to acquire Source Power.

Although he could directly slaughter Black Widow, presumably a future member of the Avengers would provide a large amount of Source Power.

But... there were two points he wasn't sure about.

First, under the protection of the World Will, could he slaughter Black Widow?

Second, slaughtering Black Widow would undoubtedly list him as a 'villain,' which would be a significant obstacle to future development.

After thinking it over, Alvin felt it wasn't worth it, so he decisively abandoned the idea.

"Hell's Kitchen..."

Suddenly, Alvin thought of an excellent place: "If there's really no other way, then I can only say sorry to you... Mr. Kingpin."

If he remembered correctly, Hell's Kitchen was a good place.

Kingpin, Bullseye, The Hand... weren't these all sources of 'Source Power'?

Eh, let Hell's Kitchen suffer a bit; he would bear the infamy alone!

"Hmm, time is almost up; it's time to go down and see Tony."

Seeing that he had dawdled enough, Alvin planned to get up and leave.

He wouldn't admit that he was afraid of going down too early and being mocked by Tony for being 'too fast,' which was why he had deliberately dawdled in the room for so long.

At this moment, on S. H. I. E. L. D.'s side, in the top-floor office.

Coulson, who was beside him, leaned over curiously after the Director hung up the phone: "He refused?"

"Hmm, but it doesn't matter."

Fury didn't seem to care, smiling with a mysterious expression that suggested everything was under control: "First contact, it's normal to be refused."

Actually, there was a sentence that had been stuck in Coulson's heart for a long time.

Seeing his subordinate's expression, Fury naturally guessed it, so he smiled and said: "If you have something to say, just say it directly. Don't tell me you're afraid I'll scold you?"

"That's not it, Director."

Coulson hesitated, but ultimately chose to speak: "I don't quite understand why you want him to join that plan."

"Because he is suitable, it's that simple." Fury subconsciously wanted to reach for his cup but touched empty air. Only then did he remember the cup had been smashed, so he retracted his hand awkwardly, coughed twice, and continued: "I understand your concerns; you're worried about his stance and background, right?"

"Just as you said, I really can't understand."

Coulson said sternly: "We investigated Alvin Velsius and found that this person appeared out of thin air, without any traces of ever existing. Isn't that suspicious?"

"This matter is settled."

However, Nick Fury, who was always very cautious, showed an arbitrary and domineering attitude at this moment: "You go replace Agent Romanoff and try to contact Alvin Velsius in a friendly manner. When the time is right, I will come forward to talk to him in detail."

Coulson was a Level 8 agent; even if he had more questions, facing the Director's order, he could only choose to obey.

After Coulson left, Nick Fury sat in his chair and pondered for a long time. He took out a golden medal from the drawer, stared at it for a moment, and muttered to himself: "Whether it is or not... the answer will be revealed soon, Alvin Velsius!" ===== CHAPTER 49 =====