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M: TSIA Chapter 87: There’s Always a Villain Who Wants to Harm Me
🕑 Added 2025-02-11 11:55:55 +0000 UTCIt didn't matter that Tony Stark was the son of one of SHIELD's founders, a weapons manufacturer with close ties to the military, or even one of the most influential capitalists in the Western world—SHIELD couldn't just take harsh action against Tony.
Coulson took a deep breath and then tried to persuade with a bitter smile. "Mr. Stark, I hope you understand the seriousness of today's events. This information must not be made public, so..."
But Tony just shrugged casually. "Relax, Coulson. I'm not interested in spreading this to the public," Tony said lightly. "But this research is my personal business. No matter which department you work in, you have no right to stop me."
Coulson rubbed his face, knowing that it was going to be a long night.
Coulson thought for a moment before finally saying, "We won't interfere with your research. We just hope you won't spread the recording."
Tony Stark smirked slightly. "You, who claim to be Agent Coulson from the FBI… which organization are you really from?"
Coulson maintained his smile. "Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division."
Tony raised an eyebrow, seeming to think for a moment before laughing cynically. "Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division… or whatever that is. That's a long and ugly name," Tony said, shaking his head. "How about you rebrand to something cooler?"
Coulson just smiled without answering.
Tony finally let out a small sigh and nodded. "Alright. As long as you don't bother me, I won't spread the video..."
At that moment, Tony turned to the two women nearby—Nancy and Sidney. Tony's eyes sparkled mischievously. "Two beautiful cops, we just watched an amazing magic show. How about we continue with drinks together?"
Nancy and Sidney exchanged glances, not having time to react before Coulson quickly interjected. "Mr. Tony, we need to speak with these two women. If you want to invite them to dinner, please wait for another time."
Tony looked at Coulson coldly. "I already told you, as long as you don't bother me, I won't leak that video."
Tony's message was clear.
Coulson held his breath, trying to suppress his frustration. "Mr. Tony, our matter is very important."
"And my business is also very important," Tony replied casually, spreading his arms. "If you want to question them, you can do it later, right? After our date is over, you can talk as much as you want. I won't interfere."
Coulson was silent for a moment before finally letting out a long sigh. "Alright, Mr. Tony, you win. We will wait in front of your villa tomorrow morning."
Tony's smile widened slightly, his gaze full of triumph. "Good. I'll let you wait."
Tony then turned to Nancy and Sidney, waving confidently. "Two beautiful ladies, let's go!"
Nancy and Sidney exchanged glances for a moment before finally complying and getting into the car with Tony.
They might not be sure what the famous playboy would do, but one thing was certain—they needed time to craft the perfect lie.
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Coulson was overthinking it.
As long as the Sorcerer Supreme did not wish it, no one could retain the image of the Sorcerer Supreme in any form.
Not only would the shadow of the Sorcerer Supreme vanish without a trace, but even the silhouettes of Lance and the two others would disappear from all forms of recording. Any effort made to preserve the events that occurred would be in vain.
Seeing them in person was one thing, but spreading images of them was another. If images of the Sorcerers were widely circulated, it would pose a threat to future demon expulsion operations. Therefore, every trace must be erased without compromise.
When Tony and Coulson returned, they found themselves in confusion, unsure of what to do next.
Especially for someone who had instilled the idea of "There’s always a villain who wants to harm me" in their genes—this person might be so worried that they couldn’t sleep all night. They might even lose their hair from stress... oh, but wait, the man didn’t have hair to begin with. With that thought, it seemed SHIELD would soon have several new secret bases to deal with the growing paranoia.
SHIELD was the link between the supernatural world and the mortal realm. Sooner or later, Lance would have to confront them directly. However, that would only happen when Lance was able to fully control the situation. At present, Lance did not possess that capability.
Wizards are beings with high attack but low defense. Even Lance, who also trained in Qi Energy, could not withstand attacks from modern military weaponry.
In a combat-ready state, wizards could face warships directly. However, in an unprepared state, a single bullet from a sniper rifle could take their lives in an instant.
For that reason, Lance would not engage in deeper communication with SHIELD until he could truly take the initiative and fully control the situation.
This incident brought many complications. Nancy and Sidney were the biggest weaknesses, but Lance had prepared everything. Before heading to Long Island, Lance used a Clone Talisman to create a clone of himself and combined it with an illusion to create the figure of Brynhildr.
While Lance fought against two mystic sorcerers on Long Island, the clone of Lance remained in the park, sitting leisurely while enjoying tea and reading a book. Not far from there, the illusion of Brynhildr stood calmly. With this plan, Lance had enough evidence to show that he had never left his spot—at least, that’s what those watching Lance would believe.
Of course, given Nick Fury's nature, it was clear that Nick would not fully believe it outright. However, as long as SHIELD wanted to maintain diplomatic relations, even with all their suspicions, they would only approach Lance indirectly—pretending that Lance was just an innocent ordinary individual.
At least until SHIELD had a deeper understanding of the world of magic, Nick Fury, who always acted cautiously and calculatedly, would stick to a more conciliatory policy rather than a confrontational one.
