Chapter 53: Being in Warhammer, it

After hanging up the phone, Alvin chuckled: "What an old fox."

It must be said that Norman throwing the black pot to him was indeed a bit unkind, but in the subsequent handling, he did it perfectly.

On the one hand, he transferred the shares of Osborn Group. Although it seemed not much, in fact, 5% of personal holding rights was enough for Alvin to have a certain weight in Osborn Group, and this move bound the two deeply.

Secondly, he actively yielded the shareholding of Vought Group, meaning Norman was willing to give up the dominant position.

But the deeper you think about it, the more you can experience Norman's seasoned experience and vision. He knew very well that the greater the right to speak occupied in the early stage, the easier it was to be cleared out by Alvin.

So, taking advantage of this opportunity, he deliberately expressed his meaning to Alvin.

It was equivalent to disguised 'submission' in exchange for future safety, which led to the old fox Alvin complained about.

"Incomplete Super Soldier Serum research data..."

Alvin thought for a moment and immediately guessed the source of this data, which was likely inseparable from the military.

Norman was willing to hand over this data, which was equivalent to actively handing over his 'handle,' and used current interests to exchange for future interests.

Back and forth, although Alvin inexplicably had a 'black pot' on his head.

But compared to what he gained, a mere Lizard Doctor was naturally not a threat.

With the Super Soldier serum data, even if it was incomplete, when he returned to the Warhammer universe, it shouldn't be too difficult to complete it.

The next day, at noon.

Until the warm sunlight of the sun spilled onto the messy bed from the floor-to-ceiling window by the sea, Alvin woke up.

"Jarvis, prepare an iced Americano for me."

Since moving into Tony's big villa, Alvin felt that he had fallen.

But think about it carefully, it's not easy to escape from 'Hell,' so shouldn't he seize the time to enjoy a beautiful and quiet life?

"Breakfast has been prepared for you, Mr. Velsius."

Jarvis's magnetic and low voice echoed in the room: "There is a visitor for you who has been waiting in the living room for a long time."

"Visitor?"

Alvin was a bit surprised. He didn't know many people in Marvel, so where did the visitor come from?

"The other party claims to be a staff member of the Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division, saying that he contacted you last time." Jarvis released the picture of the living room.

He looked like he was having a midlife crisis, wearing a crisp suit, sitting upright on the living room sofa, expressionless.

"If you don't want to see him, I can help you refuse him."

Jarvis said slowly.

"No need, I know him."

Alvin looked at the 'honest man' in the projection and secretly thought that he had finally met the legendary 'novice village chief' after coming to Marvel for so long.

After changing into more casual clothes, Alvin came directly to the living room.

"Hello, Mr. Velsius."

The middle-aged man in a suit sitting on the sofa stood up immediately, respectfully handed out a business card: "My name is Phil Coulson, belonging to the Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division. I am the staff member who contacted you last time. I am very happy to see you."

"How happy?"

Alvin stared at Coulson, smiling but not smiling.

"......" Coulson's expression was very wonderful, switching back and forth between blue and purple, and finally buzzed: "That is, very happy, very happy."

Although before coming, Romanoff had reminded him that Alvin was quite tricky.

But he never expected that as soon as they met, the first sentence would be choked!

Not following tradition, personality very jumpy, extremely difficult to get along with... Coulson made a preliminary judgment in his heart.

"Speak, what's the matter with me?" Alvin sat on the sofa and asked leisurely.

"Cough cough, Mr. Velsius, can we change a place to talk?"

Coulson looked at the room obscurely and said pointedly: "Someone really wants to see you and talk to you face to face. Please believe that we have absolutely no malice."

"Sure, ten million, and I'll agree to you."

Alvin maintained his 'greedy for money' characteristic as always.

Coulson took out his mobile phone, operated it a little, and then smiled: "Mr. Velsius, ten million has arrived. When shall we set off?"

"Mr. Velsius, an amount of ten million has just been transferred to your personal account." Jarvis said.

"You guys are so rich?" Alvin was a bit surprised. It seemed that the black egghead had embezzled a lot.

"Where, our funds are actually relatively tight." Coulson maintained the fake smile of an agent and said: "However, in order to see you, the Director specially approved a portion of funds."

Well, it seemed Fury had really spent a lot of money.

It just happened that he had whetted his appetite for two days, and the time was almost up, so Alvin nodded: "Fine, for the sake of your sincerity, I'll agree to you."

"By the way, Jarvis."

Before leaving, Alvin suddenly said: "I forgot to bring my pendant, please help me get it."

Jarvis was silent for half a second: "Okay, Mr. Velsius, please be careful, I will keep monitoring at all times."

This sentence suddenly made Coulson a bit uncomfortable, making it seem like they were really going to be unfavorable to Alvin!

With Coulson there, naturally, Alvin didn't need to drive.

Sitting in a special car produced by S. H. I. E. L. D., it had to be said that the sense of security was simply full. The defensive power could be glimpsed from Fury's car. Arriving at a cafe in the center of New York.

Not long after, Coulson drove Alvin to a cafe in the city center.

"Mr. Velsius, the Director is waiting for you inside."

Coulson took the initiative to open the car door for him and made a gesture of invitation with a very respectful attitude.

"There should be your people nearby, right?" Alvin roughly looked at the flowing personnel around the cafe. Obviously, they all had traces of training and didn't look like ordinary people.

"This is a necessary security measure, Mr. Velsius."

Coulson explained sincerely: "Please rest assured, these personnel are only to ensure the safety of the Director and will never pose any threat to you."

This sentence, just listen to it. Whoever believes it is a fool.

There were already more than dozens of people visible on the surface. Who knew how many were in the dark?

"Heh~ guess if I believe it?"

Alvin smiled, patted him on the shoulder, and said meaningfully: "Next time, remember to let the one with the bow and arrow hide better. It's too conspicuous."

"Uh......"

Coulson was speechless and could only awkwardly guide Alvin.

Stepping into the restaurant, Alvin's eyes lit up: "Long time no see, Miss Natasha, did you miss me?"

Black Widow, wearing an agent uniform, twitched her eyes slightly. If it weren't for the Director still being next to her, she would have pulled out her gun and shot this bastard!

"Thanks, I don't miss you." Black Widow said unpleasantly.

"Hello, Alvin Velsius."

Sitting next to him, Nick Fury, who was calm and experienced, smiled and stood up slowly, reaching out his hand: "I am Nick Fury, the Director of S. H. I. E. L. D."

"You, are the Director of S. H. I. E. L. D.?"

Alvin stared at the black egghead for a few seconds, then suddenly turned to look at Coulson: "Are you sure you didn't find a rapper to fool me? A black man can actually serve as the Director of S. H. I. E. L. D.?"

A second ago, Nick Fury, who was still smiling, suddenly turned as black as the bottom of a pot.

Fortunately, his skin color was already very black, so the difference couldn't be seen.

No wonder Agent Romanoff said this kid's words were very annoying. He had finally seen it today!

Nick Fury gritted his teeth: "Do you have any opinions about my skin color?"

"A little, but not much. I'm just a little racist."

Alvin said very sincerely, but still reached out his hand: "Of course, I don't mean skin color, but guys other than the human race."

As everyone knows, being in the Warhammer universe, it's normal to have a little racial discrimination, right? ===== CHAPTER 54 =====