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Chapter 67 If I can’t cure Superman, I can’t cure you! (Breaking update 310, please subscribe!)

"Hahaha, Mr. Carl is really a talented person."

In the luxurious banquet hall, General Ross, wearing a suit and leather tie, looked amiable and kind. He raised the goblet in his hand and toasted to Link in front of him.

If Nick Fury saw it, he would definitely be shocked. General Ross, who has always been unruly, would actually have this attitude.

Link raised the goblet in his hand and responded to General Ross's toast with an upright and downward gesture.

Afterwards, General Ross drank it all in one gulp, but Link put the wine glass back on the tray in the hands of the waiter standing aside, and spoke indifferently,

"I don't like drinking."

"You don't mind, do you?"

A look of embarrassment flashed across General Ross's face, but it quickly turned normal.

"It's okay, of course it's okay."

"Mr. Carl is our distinguished guest..."

This so-called "celebration banquet" was held in an orderly manner, and time passed slowly.

Sitting at the head seat of this spacious and slender banquet table, Link only felt funny.

I wonder how long you can endure it?

As the soothing classical music slowly played, the awkward atmosphere just now turned around again.

One by one, the graceful and delicate waitresses began to carry trays, slowly walked to the banquet table, and placed the dishes in front of each guest one after another.

And Link was also clearly aware that these waitresses had evil intentions. They had been taking advantage of the opportunity of serving food to touch Link's limbs intentionally or unintentionally, but Link cleverly avoided them.

How could Link, who had already tasted a Manchu-Han banquet, look down on these ordinary people? Moreover, they were second-hand goods that had been circulated countless times.

The smiling waitress stretched out her hand and opened the sterling silver lid covering the dinner plate.

Inside is an excellent filet mignon, garnished with fresh basil leaves, the sauce intertwined with gold foil for decoration, it looks appetizing.

Soon, the glasses were exchanged, and other people at the table seemed to be holding sterling silver knives and forks.

Start eating with the so-called "elegant posture", cut the steak on the plate, pick up a piece with a fork, put it in your mouth, chew slowly, raise the glass, and take a sip...

But Link had no intention of eating.

General Ross, who was sitting next to him and had been paying attention to all Link's movements, naturally noticed his unusual behavior and couldn't help but ask,

"Why don't Mr. Karl eat? Is the food not to your liking?"

Link chuckled and turned into a desktop cleaning master. He raised his hand and pushed the plate in front of him to the ground.

The dinner plate was broken, the steak inside fell off, and the brown sauce spilled, staining the expensive white carpet.

"I don't eat beef."

Everyone at the table froze, their faces stiffened, and the atmosphere in the venue became extremely solemn.

Even as the initiator of this banquet, General Ross still looked smiling. He raised his hand and ordered the trembling waiters beside him to clean up the dirt on the floor.

"I've also been experiencing a vegan diet recently, and I feel pretty good about it, otherwise..."

But Link stood up directly and interrupted General Ross.

"I won't finish the meal. A man named Nick Fury has something to do with me. Please say goodbye."

Then, Link turned around and turned into a sharp afterimage, smashing the luxurious colored agate floor-to-ceiling window glass, and walked away.

General Ross, who finally couldn't bear it any longer, had a distorted face, gritted his teeth, looked at Link's leaving back, and roared every word.

"Nick Fury!"

"I can't cure Superman, so I can't cure you!"

…

Sitting in the reception room of Vought Company, Nick Fury was still sighing that the air conditioning here was really good.

The old air conditioner in my office has been used for more than a month, and it is time to replace it with a new one...

Suddenly, Nick Fury felt a chill on his back, sneezed suddenly, and rubbed his nose.

Although he has invited Superman many times, without exception, all of them have been ignored and there is no news.

"When will Mr. Carl come back?"

Nick Fury asked politely to the staff member responsible for receiving him,

"Sorry, I don't know much about Mr. Karl either..."

"I am coming."

Link's voice came from outside the door, and Nick Fury turned to look,

Pushing open the door to the reception room, Link signaled the staff to leave, walked slowly to the sofa, and sat down comfortably.

"Tell me why you're here."

"Hello, Mr. Karl, this is the first time we meet. I am the Strategic Homeland Defense..."

Sensing Link's impatience when hearing this smelly and long name, Nick Fury was also a little embarrassed. The clever mind of the King of Agents suddenly had an idea and quickly simplified it.

"I am Nick Fury, the current director of SHIELD."

"I came here this time hoping to discuss a very important matter with you, Mr. Karl..."

"As you can see, the earth is not safe now. With more and more threats and difficulties, as well as potential enemies that have not yet appeared, our situation is getting more and more difficult."

Link nodded noncommittally, as if "You keep talking, I'm listening."

And Nick Fury was relieved. At least Mr. Superman in front of him did not directly reject his euphemistic words. He immediately continued to speak,

“So, in order to face the many problems we face now and may face in the future, I would like to extend an invitation to you to join us.”

As he spoke, Nick Fury took out a document from the file box beside him and handed it to Link.

"Become a member of our Avengers!"

Taking the document handed over to him, Link flipped it through casually and took a cursory glance at the list of personnel.

"Tony Stark, Natasha Romanoff, Clinton Francis (Hawkeye), Bruce Banner..."

After a moment of silence, Link suddenly laughed out loud,

Nick Fury looked confused;

"Any questions?"

After shaking his head helplessly, Link said,

"Although what you said is very impassioned, your plan to form the Avengers does sound interesting..."

"But, I refuse."

Although Link's answer made Nick Fury's heart sink to the bottom, he still had the last hope and chose to ask the question.

"Why!?"

"There are many reasons. First, why do you want to find a "weak" person who was just beaten by me until he can't take care of himself?"

"Second, how many people on your list have already confirmed to join?"

"Oh, yes, and that Cybertronian, does he know he is on this list? Do you really think I don't know about the [Order Agreement]?"

"The most important thing is that you are too weak."

"Weak people are not worthy of being associated with strong people, so I have no interest in joining your house-playing alliance."

"I am enough alone."

Ignoring Nick Fury who was a little embarrassed, Link waved his hand.

"Here comes the guest."

After dealing with the trivial matters around him, Link, who felt a little tired, got into the president's exclusive elevator and ascended to the top floor, unaware of the "threat" waiting for him...

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