Chapter 219 I Won't Talk to You Anymore

"Sounds like you've become the devil behind Marvel."

Bruce didn't show much surprise, becoming the eternal choice of an owl? There's really nothing to be happy about.

And it’s an owl that’s gotten fat, which is even less impressive.

"Can you decide for yourself about these so-called owl gods?"

He couldn't help but ask, "For example, if you like someone, you appoint him to be your spokesperson."

This is a good question.

Katum sighed after hearing this and said: "Of course I can choose at will, but the problem is here. Even if I choose a group of spokespersons, they will not understand what I say."

Unless they all choose Kama Taj's apprentices, it's obvious that Ancient One won't be happy with that.

"So what do you mean?" Bruce probably guessed what Katum was going to say.

"You can be the devil."

Katum said, "Be my substitute, and from now on, you will be Marvel's Bat God."

Starting from scratch as a demon in Marvel, you can do it for at least ten years.

Bruce frowned when he heard this, Bat God? No dog needs this name.

"Don't worry, it's just decided!"

Katum made the choice for Bruce, "From now on, I will be an ordinary owl, and you will be the great devil Bruce!"

The new Devil Bat in the Marvel Universe.

"Okay."

Bruce was a little helpless. This so-called devil was just an empty title to him.

"By the way, there's one more thing."

Katum said, "I probably have some information about the whereabouts of those fake zombies."

Then, he explained to Bruce what Stark had seen in the desert. From Tony's words, he could tell that he should have seen that person and bird at least once.

"They're also looking at Tony Stark."

Katum said, "Although we don't know what the purpose is, if we also contact Stark, we will definitely find clues about them."

"That's okay..."

Bruce finally nodded.

In fact, his first impression of Stark was actually average.

Stark was a bit too showy, and Bruce instinctively wanted to stay away from him.

"A superhero shouldn't be so visible."

Bruce thought to himself, "Otherwise, his enemies will definitely target the people he loves, or the people who love him."

And when you often appear in public, you will unconsciously carry some idol baggage that you shouldn't have.

Bruce has already learned this in the black robe world.

…

Hall family, breakfast time as usual.

Bruce and Wanda sat together. On the other side of the living room, Tony Stark's press conference was played on a loop on a flickering TV screen.

"I have decided to shut down the Stark Group's weapons research and development department starting today!"

The scene freezes on Tony sitting on the ground in a state of embarrassment. The shocked expressions of the reporters present are almost synchronized with the expressions of every audience member outside the TV.

The current affairs commentator on the show began to express his opinions at this time——

"According to Stark Group President Obadiah, Stark may have suffered severe mental trauma before making such a decision.

"And we really still don't know what kind of torture Tony Stark went through in the Middle East..."

Snap——

Wanda was expressionless and turned off the TV.

Pietro, who was sitting next to her, also said with a low face at this time: "This is impossible, it must be a businessman's method!"

For example, the purpose of hype and so on is to make more money.

"Tony Stark is a war criminal."

Wanda said coldly, "Even if his behavior is true, it can't wash away his sins!"

The two siblings' hatred for Stark will not change in any way because of their remarks at the press conference.

Bruce had been eating his breakfast in silence without commenting on it.

Today is Saturday, which is supposed to be a day of rest, but Bruce and the others have important arrangements.

Just today, they are going to report to SHIELD headquarters and officially become young agents.

I heard that there is still a chance to be interviewed by the mysterious official No. 33.

At this time, Mr. Hall interrupted Wanda and Pietro's speeches and brought the topic back to business.

"We'll talk about Stark later."

Mr. Hall showed the calmness of an adult, "You should also remember in the future, no matter how exaggerated and explosive news you see, don't rush to comment, wait a few days before making any comments.

"Now, I want to give you a few final words."

He stirred the coffee and said slowly, "You should also have heard that Officer No. 33 will meet with you. First of all, don't get any nervous about it. Secondly, don't show any discrimination against black people!"

"We don't discriminate against black people," Pietro argued.

"Yes, this will be your attitude then!"

Mr. Hall was satisfied with Pietro's answer, "The so-called Official No. 33, his real name is Nick Fury, and his code name is...King of Agents."

When he mentioned the title King of Agents, Bruce saw a trace of sarcasm clearly flashing across Mr. Hall's face.

“But you should also realize that this guy does not live up to his name.

"On the surface, he is in charge of SHIELD, but in fact, we, Hydra, are drinking with him at home."

The top leader of a secret service turned out to be almost all his subordinates.

Nick Fury shouldn't use Officer Thirty-three as his codename, he should change his name to Gin.

At this moment, Katum's voice sounded in Bruce's heart.

"Not only that, Nick Fury himself is also a ghost on the earth. He lured wolves into the house and almost allowed aliens to occupy the earth."

There was one thing that Katum couldn't figure out.

Why would Nick Fury want the Skrulls to make their home on Earth? It’s not like he couldn’t find a habitable planet.

Isn't Thanos's planet a nice place to retire?

At this time, Mr. Hall's instructions have come to an end.

"All in all, just keep your composure then. I still have full confidence in you."

As soon as the words fell, Pietro immediately promised: "We will definitely not fall behind!"

That's how breakfast time ended.

Mr. Hall went to the garage to get the car out.

Bruce was also about to go out, but at this moment, Wanda came to him silently.

"There seems to be something wrong with you."

"What?"

Bruce was almost startled by Wanda.

Does this guy make no noise while walking? Just like a female ghost.

And shouldn't it be something he would do if he suddenly appeared around others to scare people?

"What's wrong?" Bruce asked calmly, "Is my face swollen?"

"Don't try to hide it from me."

Wanda stared into Bruce's eyes and said, "When the news was broadcast on TV, you never spoke."

"I'm hungry," Bruce said. "I'm just concentrating on breakfast."

Wanda obviously didn't believe this statement.

She stared at Bruce in silence for a while, then looked away.

"I was too pretentious before." She suddenly said, "I thought we were friends and would deal with Stark together."

After that, the little girl wandered away, followed by two ghosts that only Bruce could see.

A drop of cold sweat dripped from Bruce's forehead. "It's inexplicable." He couldn't help but think in his heart, "Why did I feel guilty just now."

He had nothing to do with Wanda, and he had never made any promises to the little girl.

Why do you feel guilty?

"This is what it feels like to betray someone."

Katum's voice sounded at the right time, "Wanda and Tony, you can only choose one of the two now."

"I don't choose anyone!"

Bruce said angrily, "The grudge between them has nothing to do with me!"

"really."

A black shadow flashed in the air, and Katum flew out of nowhere. He landed on Bruce's shoulder as usual.

Visibly, Bruce's shoulders slumped.

"What's going on, Bruce?"

Katum suddenly scolded harshly, "Why has your physical condition deteriorated like this after not seeing each other for a few days? You can't even bear it even for me?"

"Is it possible that you've gained weight?" Bruce asked.

"Absolutely impossible!" Katum said flatly, "Have you learned how to shirk responsibility? Who did you learn it from?"

Bruce was too lazy to answer. He raised his shoulders vigorously to maintain balance on both sides.

"Just think of it as weight training."

Bruce thought to himself, "Damn owl, if you dare to scold me, I won't remind you. I'll wait until you finally become a fat ball and see what you do!"

Thinking of the owl's tragic situation in the future, Bat Boy felt much better.

A smile appeared on his face and he got into the car door.

…

The Triplex Building, the headquarters of SHIELD, is located in Washington, D.C., but compared to this headquarters, the New York branch is more important.

After all, the headquarters may be suitable for senior executives to take care of themselves, but the New York branch is more suitable for running business.

On the way to the New York branch, the backseat of the car was eerily silent.

Even Pietro, who was usually the most restless, felt on pins and needles at this moment.

The three children were sitting in the back seat, with Pietro sitting in the middle. Although he was very nervous, he also noticed that the mood of the people on both sides seemed to be a little off.

"What's going on?"

He lowered his head and asked Wanda, "Weren't you fine just now? Why are you suddenly angry now?"

Wanda usually looks like she's in a daze, and she's still in a daze now.

Only her brother Pietro could see some differences in her expression.

"Don't ask me."

Wanda said coldly, "Ask the traitor."

traitor?

Pietro couldn't help but turn around and look at Bruce with questioning eyes.

Is she talking about you?

Bruce shook his head slightly and said nothing, not wanting to defend himself.

To be honest, he was confused now and had no idea what Wanda was angry about.

Seeing that neither of them spoke, Pietro felt even more uncomfortable. He felt that he should not be in the car now, but should be under the car.

This awkward atmosphere was simply killing him.

"Wanda has a terrifying instinct."

Owl stood behind Bruce's car seat and whispered to him, "She can feel that you have begun to want to get close to Stark."

"What do you mean I want to get close to Stark?"

Bruce couldn't help but ask, "Isn't this all instigated by you? I never wanted to have anything to do with Stark."

"Nonsense." Katum said, "Do you dare to say that you haven't approached Stark about the idea of ​​improving mechas before?"

"That's not important!"

Bruce said, "You instigated it anyway!"

"You'd be putting the blame on an owl."

Katum sneered repeatedly, "But Wanda doesn't care about that, she will only be angry with you."

"Why should she be angry with me?"

Bruce felt really inexplicable, as if he was lying down and being shot.

"I don't know." Katum shook his head, "I'm just an owl, how can I understand the heart of a little girl?"

"you--"

All Bruce's words were choked in his throat.

He vaguely remembered that when Katum encouraged him to attack Diana, he had patted his chest and promised that he had full experience in how to attack girls.

But now, Katum has transformed into an innocent owl.

He really couldn't finish his words.

"Wanda is sick, and so are you!"

Bruce finally chose to surrender, not wanting to tangle with Katum on this topic anymore.

He looked ahead, then glanced at Wanda on the other side with his peripheral vision.

The other person is still angry.

"Just continue to be angry."

Bruce thought to himself, "Anyway, I didn't do anything wrong. Now it's not you and me who are having a cold war, but I'm having a cold war with you!"

Unless Wanda apologizes to him, he will never talk to Wanda again!

…

Passing through the bustling area of ​​Manhattan, Mr. Hall turned the car into an inconspicuous corner.

"Just go in here."

Mr. Hall said, "You also have to remember the way. I can't take you here every time."

After all, he is also an agent and sometimes has his own tasks.

"This place is pretty easy to remember."

Pietro finally dared to speak. He poked his head and tried to remember his surroundings.

After Mr. Hall made a few more turns, they finally reached their destination.

SHIELD's New York branch looks like a very ordinary store from the outside, with an old sign posted outside. If there were another colored lantern hanging, it would look like a place selling adult products.

Bruce and the others walked into the store under the leadership of Mr. Hall.

Just after stepping through two doors, the scenery in front of me changed instantly.

The original old décor disappeared and was replaced by a very modern décor.

People in suits and leather shoes were coming and going in the corridor.

Through the glass wall, you can see countless computer screens flashing and the crackling of keyboards one after another.

"Don't worry about them."

Mr. Hall said softly, "They are all the lowest level clerks, and of course I am too."

After that, he took Bruce and the others to the deepest part of the corridor, the closed door.

"Official No. 33 is inside."

Mr. Hall said, "Remember what I told you before?"

"Don't be nervous," Pietro replied.

"wrong!"

Mr. Hall corrected him, “Don’t discriminate against black people!”

After that, they had arrived at the door. After knocking on the door, a deep voice came from inside.

"Please come in."

Mr. Hall opened the door, and Bruce saw a shiny black braised egg facing his face.