"Because I know that although you blew up half a street, under those circumstances, you chose to intervene in the battle between Hulk and Abomination."
Fury's expression suddenly turned solemn, and he began his S.H.I.E.L.D.-style preaching, his tone becoming impassioned:
"You actually have a sense of justice, don't you? You couldn't stand to see that monster named Abomination running amok, and you wanted to protect those innocent residents. Although your methods were a bit radical, your essence isn't bad."
"S.H.I.E.L.D. exists to protect the World; we share a common goal..."
Reze stared blankly at Fury.
In the apartment, Sumire was also dumbfounded by what she heard.
"Wow, I didn't even know I was so noble myself."
You really have to hand it to him; Fury's routine is actually quite effective.
Whether it's for Natasha, Hulk, or Iron Man.
He can accurately find the glimmer of humanity within these people's many flaws and then utilize or even amplify it. That's how he eventually got a group of extraordinary people, who were prone to infighting but occasionally exceptionally united, to form the Avengers.
If Sumire hadn't read the script, she might have actually been fooled by this routine.
Looking at Fury's "I understand you" expression, Reze finally couldn't hold it back anymore.
"Pfft—cough cough cough!"
Reze nearly choked on her own saliva.
She looked at Fury as if he were an idiot and bluntly interrupted his touching speech:
"Director, I think you've misunderstood something."
The corners of Reze's mouth curled into a cruel yet innocent arc. "The reason I went to fight that battle was purely because..."
"For fun."
"..."
Fury's impassioned voice came to an abrupt halt.
His mouth hung open like a black duck being strangled by the neck; he couldn't catch his breath and nearly suffocated himself.
For fun?
Just for fun, you went to solo two Gamma monsters? And casually blew up half of Harlem?
"I'm not joining you."
Fury's expression immediately looked as if he had swallowed a fly, but Reze's tone shifted as she gave a playful smile, a glint of cunning flashing in her eyes: "But perhaps we can discuss cooperation."
Fury's eyes lit up.
"However, since it's a cooperation, regarding the compensation... Director Fury wouldn't be stingy, would he?"
Fury's face darkened... Looking at the money-grubbing devil before him, he suddenly felt he couldn't see through her.
It was normal not to see through her; after all... Reze was only responsible for being the "devil," while someone else was responsible for being the "money-grubber."
"I also have three small requests on my end—"
Reze held up three fingers, the corners of her mouth curling into a playful arc as she deliberately emphasized her tone:
"Just like the three questions you asked earlier. It's only fair, right?"
The corner of Fury's eye twitched.
He had indeed used the guise of "three questions" to fish for information earlier; he didn't expect the other party to throw it back in his face so quickly.
"First, the matter of treatment."
Reze folded down her first finger, starting to list things off like a calculating urban white-collar worker.
"Even though I'm a devil, I want a full insurance package, paid in full at the highest standard. Besides that, there must be a basic monthly salary of no less than fifty thousand dollars deposited into my base pay card."