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"Hahaha No."
Indra looked at Nick Fury and shook his head, a smirk playing on his lips. "Last night, you were all too happy to let me stay over. Then I wake up with an arrow aimed at me, and now you want me to join you. S.H.I.E.L.D. certainly has some impressive tactics."
Nick Fury chuckled, clearly anticipating Indra's refusal. He knew Black Widow wasn't wrong; Indra was indeed a promising candidate for an agent. Given that they couldn't find any information about him, keeping him close within S.H.I.E.L.D. was the safest bet.
"I need to explain something," Fury said, maintaining his composure. "I just wanted Hawkeye to test you. There was never any real intention to harm you. You wouldn't have been injured."
Indra sighed. "You don't have to sugarcoat it. The truth is, he wasn't capable of hurting me."
From the room's surveillance feed, Hawkeye clenched his fist and pounded the monitor in frustration. Never before had he been so humiliated, and the bitterness towards Indra grew stronger.
Back in the room, Fury smiled again. He pulled a check from his pocket and handed it to Indra. "I assume you came to S.H.I.E.L.D. to collect the money Black Widow owes you. Here it is. Plus, if you join us, you'll receive a generous salary every month."
Indra glanced at the check, then back at Fury. "That does sound tempting."
Fury nodded, gesturing enthusiastically. "Yes, S.H.I.E.L.D. offers great benefits. Money, women, we have it all."
Indra looked at Fury, his expression unreadable. "I only take what's mine. Now that I have what I'm owed, there's no reason for me to stay."
He turned to leave.
"You must realize," Fury called after him, "that without any records, you're off the grid. The moment you step out of this building, you'll be arrested and imprisoned for life."
Indra paused and looked back, raising an eyebrow. "That does sound scary. But you clearly don't understand. You can't hold me."
Fury smirked, confident. "It's you who doesn't understand. Do you remember the bracelet Black Widow put on you? The moment I trigger it, you'll be electrocuted and incapacitated, then taken into custody. You won't get out of here."
Indra finally understood. He raised his hand, showing the bracelet.
Indra held up the bracelet and asked, "Are you talking about this?"
Nick Fury nodded, feeling a bit smug. It seemed Indra understood the situation. But then Indra sighed and said, "Don't bother. This thing is completely useless. It's broken."
Fury's confident smile faded as he frowned. S.H.I.E.L.D. manufactured countless weapons every year, and he'd never heard of one failing when it was needed. This had to be a joke.
Seeing Fury's disbelief, Indra shrugged. "If you don't believe me, go ahead and try it."
Fury's eyes narrowed. He pulled out a device from his pocket and hesitantly pressed a button. To his shock, nothing happened. The bracelet was indeed defective.
Fury stared at Indra, too stunned to speak. But his surprise was only beginning. Indra had already walked to the door and cracked the password lock, a security measure created by S.H.I.E.L.D.'s top computer experts. Its complexity was renowned worldwide. How could Indra possibly breach it?
"You..." Fury was at a loss for words, his shock mirrored by Black Widow and Hawkeye watching from outside. No one had ever managed to outwit the master spy Nick Fury, or evade capture from S.H.I.E.L.D.
Indra's luck seemed almost supernatural. He moved freely within S.H.I.E.L.D., impervious to their weapons and uncontainable by their locks. If he decided to leave, they had no means to stop him.
Fury, who had initially underestimated Indra as a mere ordinary man with extraordinary luck, now realized his mistake. Indra was not only a source of astonishment but also a psychological challenge. Fury had thought he was in control, only to find that Indra was the one pulling the strings.
Recalling the incidents at the casino, where the assailants' bullets backfired, and the car chase that ended in wrecks, Fury finally grasped the extent of his miscalculation. He had underestimated Indra at every turn.
Faced with this realization, Fury knew he had no choice but to let Indra go. He had no other options.
As Indra left, Black Widow and Hawkeye rushed into the room. Hawkeye, unable to contain his frustration, demanded, "Are we really just letting him go?"
Fury shook his head. "We'll deal with him later. Right now, we have a more pressing issue." He looked towards the door, his face contorted with frustration. "Damn it... there goes my five million."
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