An Unscientific Marvel Scientist

Alexander Pierce pushed open the door of Nick Fury's office and walked in with a smile on his face.

"Oh, here you are."

Nick Fury put down the documents in his hand, took out a bottle of red wine and two glasses from the wine cabinet on the side, and poured a glass for Alexander Pierce.

"Taste the new wine I just got from France."

"Is this how you used the funds of S.H.I.E.L.D." Pierce gave Fury a false look, then pulled out a chair and sat opposite Fury, took a sip from his glass, "It tastes good , Wait, give me two bottles to take away."

Putting down his wine glass, Pierce pretended to casually point to the documents on the table, and asked, "Is there not enough manpower in S.H.I.E.L.D. recently? You, the director, are actually required to handle the documents in person?"

"Ha! This," Nick Fury shook his head and smiled, and threw the document to Pierce, "This is the investigation report I just got from the FBI. I think it's quite interesting, so let's take a look and pass the time. "

"Can I see?"

Pierce took the file, but didn't rush to open it.

"Of course, it's not important information."

Nick Fury shrugged his shoulders and made a please-go gesture to Pierce.

"Craft Lee?" Pierce tapped his forehead with his index finger and recalled, "The one from the mechanical pet?"

"Hmph, the group of people in the Security Council really had his idea."

From the focus of Pierce's recollection, Nick Fury can deduce why he knew Kraft.

Pierce didn't deny it either, "You know Nick, as long as it can reduce military spending, those guys can't possibly not be interested."

As he spoke, he continued to flip through the documents in his hand.

"Let me see, what did this kid do again? He was actually targeted by the FBI."

Nick Fury didn't bother him anymore, while drinking the fine wine in his glass, he quietly waited for the old boss to finish reading the documents.

"This portable pacemaker is still interesting, but unfortunately it has too many defects, and we don't lack such first aid means. If it solves the explosion problem, it can be used as a regular first aid item for ordinary people."

After closing the document in his hand, Alexander Pierce shook his head. Apart from the Goblin Pacemaker XL, he didn't even like solar skateboards.

As early as when the solar skateboard series was released, these forces actually estimated that this thing should be able to increase output. Even if Kraft’s skateboard performance exceeded their expectations, they were not equipped with similar or even better equipment. No.

The core value of the skateboard lies in the solar device, and the solar energy company under Martin Lee has already established a lot of cooperation with the government, so there is no need to go to Kraft to develop skateboard technology.

As for things like miniature bugs, they are not lacking in secret service organizations, so the equipment displayed by Kraft looks magical, but whether it is for agents of SHIELD, Hydra, or FBI As far as the organization is concerned, they are all tasteless food, and it is not a pity to discard them.

"That's true," Nick Fury nodded in agreement, "So the FBI didn't do anything with intelligence, and directly handed over this investigation report, because in their opinion, this little guy's invention is of great importance to them. It's of no use."

Having said that, Nick Fury had a mocking smile on his face, and Alexander Pierce had the same expression on his face.

"The FBI's business level is getting worse and worse." Pierce shook his head and sighed, "Although these inventions are not very useful, this little guy..."

"The potential is huge."

The two said in unison, then looked at each other with a smile, raised their glasses and touched each other for their tacit understanding.

"So you plan to absorb him into S.H.I.E.L.D.?"

Swallow the red wine in your mouth,

Pierce asked.

"I have this idea, but I'm not in a hurry," Nick Fury nodded, and replied with some helplessness: "This little guy is not friendly to American officials and non-Asian races."

"racism?"

Alexander Pierce raised his eyebrows. The reason he paid attention to Kraft was only because of the mechanical war pet. He didn’t know anything about the others. Their Hydra had cooperated with a racist during World War II. That was not a What a wonderful experience.

"Not really." Nick Fury shook his head with a chuckle, and briefly mentioned the identities and experiences of Kraft and Martin Lee, "It's not so much racial discrimination, but a kind of—because You discriminate against me, so I also discriminate against your vengeance."

"Hahaha...that's really a childish idea."

Pierce laughed twice, raising his glass to hide the expression on his face.

Magia Gang? eight years ago? Could it be Strucker?

Although they are both Hydra, Alexander Pierce and Baron Strack are not responsible for the same content, so he only roughly knows that Baron Strack used gangsters to conduct large-scale human experiments many years ago.

Nick Fury didn't know Pierce's mental activities, and he laughed, "He is still a child, so I don't plan to get in touch with him prematurely."

"Okay, that's enough for the small talk."

Pierce nodded, agreeing with Fury's idea. Before Kraft didn't realize his potential, Hydra didn't need to rush to absorb him. It could wait for Nick Fury to make a move, and then slowly figure it out.

"About your Avengers plan, it was rejected by the Security Council."

Putting down the wine glass in his hand, Alexander Pierce brought Nick Fury a reply from the Security Council.

"Most of them think that their own country's army can handle everything, and those 'freaks' themselves are unstable factors, and it is impossible for them to be controlled by others."

"I didn't intend to control them."

Nick Fury rolled his one eye.

"That's what I told the Security Council," Pierce shrugged, showing a helpless expression with his mouth pursed, "But they don't like having another team out of their control, and your S.H.I.E.L.D. is enough for them to have a headache It's gone."

Having said that, Pierce gloated and laughed out loud.

"So I think, you will definitely not give up your Avengers plan obediently in accordance with the wishes of the Security Council?"

"Of course," Nick Fury crossed his arms, leaned back, and put on a rogue look, "as long as I form the Avengers without telling them, so what if they object? You You won't say it, will you?"

"Did you forget? Nick," Alexander Pierce raised his glass and touched Nick Fury again, "We are in the same group."

"Of course," Nick Fury drank the wine in his glass, and smiled a little horrified, "Old man."