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Have you made up your mind?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unlike last time, a different voice answered—deep and resonant: “Mr. Valhuis, I am Director Nick Fury of S.H.I.E.L.D. I sincerely apologize for the intrusion into your privacy by our agent, and I am prepared to offer one hundred million U.S. dollars as compensation.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oh, so the big fish has finally bitten—worth all the effort he’d put in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No need for apologies,” Alvin snapped his fingers, and the Black Widow, bound to the ceiling, crashed to the floor: “I’m releasing your agent. We’re even.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wait, Mr. Valhuis!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sensing his intent, Fury rushed to speak: “We’d like to talk with you, Mr. Valhuis.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If I refuse, will you threaten me again?” Alvin countered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No, no, no, Mr. Valhuis—you’ve misunderstood,” Fury said with unshakable composure, as if nothing had happened: “Everything that just happened was a misunderstanding. We had no ill intent. If you’re willing, please set a time—we can meet and clear up your misconceptions.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Not interested. Goodbye.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alvin hung up the phone without hesitation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The big fish had bitten, but it wasn’t time yet—he’d keep fishing, stoking their appetite until... the right moment arrived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he pondered, he looked toward the Black Widow, now free of her restraints: “Miss Natasha, your boss paid a hundred million U.S. dollars. I keep my word—you’re free to go.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Black Widow had broken free, but her skin still bore unmistakable marks from the ropes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially on the insides of her thighs and her chest, where a searing pain lingered, reminding her constantly of the humiliation she’d just endured.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The female agent, both ashamed and furious, glared at Alvin with eyes blazing like fire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What? Has Miss Natasha developed a taste for this? Planning to stay and play some more?” Alvin smirked, his gaze roaming freely over her body: “If so, I wouldn’t mind helping you—I’ve got quite the expertise in S.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Disgusting! Bastard!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Black Widow clenched her teeth, wanting nothing more than to kill this bastard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But she knew full well that charging him would be futile, so she forced herself to calm down: “I hope you’ll seriously consider our proposal, Mr. Valhuis.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fine. A hundred million U.S. dollars—I’ll think about it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alvin put on a greedy grin: “Your so-called Homeland Bureau shouldn’t be short on cash, right?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Faced with Alvin’s unyielding greed, the Black Widow snorted, turned, and walked out, her hips swaying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet her gait was uneven, every step carefully avoiding friction on her inner thighs—undoubtedly comical.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was S.H.I.E.L.D.’s initial probe—and it matched Alvin’s predictions perfectly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the start, he never intended to keep his secret. After all, “spiritual energy”—a power beyond normal comprehension—wasn’t something he needed to hide from S.H.I.E.L.D.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There were too many powered individuals in the Marvel universe; he wasn’t the only one. No need for secrecy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Better yet, use “spiritual energy” as bait to lure S.H.I.E.L.D. in—that suited Alvin’s plan far better.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alvin sat alone in the room, sipping his drink, organizing his thoughts and progress.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“First, Norman’s side is a long-term plan—no point expecting returns yet.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Second, Tony Stark’s armor should be at its second generation by now—I wonder how Obadiah is doing... I hope he’s making progress.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Lastly, S.H.I.E.L.D.—it’s unlikely I’ll see returns anytime soon.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alvin pinched his brow, suddenly feeling melancholy. Among all the key characters he knew, there seemed to be no good opportunity to harvest source power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could simply kill the Black Widow—surely, as a future Avenger, she’d yield a massive amount of source power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But... he had two uncertainties.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>First, whether he could kill her under the protection of world will.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Second, killing her would brand him as a villain, creating major obstacles for his future.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After weighing it all, Alvin decided it wasn’t worth it—and abandoned the idea outright.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hell’s Kitchen...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, Alvin thought of the perfect place: “If I really have no choice, then I’m sorry... Mr. Kingpin.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he remembered correctly, Hell’s Kitchen was a goldmine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kingpin, Bullseye, the Hand... weren’t they all perfect sources of source power?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Well then, let Hell’s Kitchen suffer a little—let the blame fall on me alone!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hmm, time’s up. I should go check on Tony.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Having dawdled long enough, Alvin prepared to rise and leave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d never admit he’d lingered so long out of fear that Tony would mock him for being “too eager.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile, in S.H.I.E.L.D.’s top-floor office:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After the call ended, Coulson leaned over, curiosity etched on his face: “He refused?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mm. But it doesn’t matter.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fury, unfazed, smiled with that enigmatic, all-knowing expression: “First contact—rejection is normal.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In truth, Coulson had been holding back a question for a long time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing his subordinate’s expression, Fury guessed it and chuckled: “Say it out loud. Afraid I’ll scold you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Not at all, Director.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Coulson hesitated, then finally spoke: “I don’t understand why you want him involved in that program.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Because he’s suitable. That’s all.” Fury reached instinctively for his cup, found it empty, remembered it had been smashed, retracted his hand awkwardly, cleared his throat, and continued: “I know your concerns—about his loyalty and background, right?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Exactly as you said. I simply can’t understand.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Coulson said seriously: “We’ve investigated Alvin Valhuis. He appears out of nowhere—no trace of prior existence. Isn’t that suspicious?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This matter is settled.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet Nick Fury, usually so cautious, now displayed absolute, authoritarian decisiveness: “You’ll replace Romanoff. Approach Alvin Valhuis with friendliness. When the time is right, I’ll meet him myself.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Coulson was a Level 8 agent. No matter how many doubts he harbored, he obeyed the Director’s order.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After Coulson left, Nick Fury sat in silence for a long while, then pulled a golden medal from his drawer, stared at it, and murmured: “Is he...? The answer will come soon, Alvin Valhuis.”\u003C\u002Fp>",1010,"2026-06-20T00:45:41.385Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","368d053fd38902677d35ada1310068ee4e17aa12d6d4e68fe91cdc8a8c9bec41","starting-from-warhammer-to-raid-the-all-heavens-chapter-49","starting-from-warhammer-to-raid-the-all-heavens-chapter-47",588,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fstarting-from-warhammer-to-raid-the-all-heavens-cover.jpg"]