Chapter 51

Alexander pierce opened the door of Nick Frey's office and walked in with a smile on his face.

"Oh, here you are."

Nick Frey put down his papers, took out a bottle of red wine and two glasses from the side wine cabinet, and poured one glass to Alexander Pierce.

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

"Is that how you used the funds of the s.h.i.e.l.d.?" Pierce gave Frey a fake look, then opened his chair and sat opposite Frey. He took a sip from his glass. "It tastes good. Wait, give me two bottles to take away."

Putting down his glass, pierce pretended to inadvertently point to the documents on the table and asked, "is the s.h.i.e.l.d. understaffed recently? You, the director of the Bureau, have to deal with the documents in person? "

"Ha! This, "Nick Frey shook his head, smiled and threw the file to pierce," this is the investigation report just brought from the FBI. I think it's very interesting. I'll take a look and pass the time. "

"Can I see it?"

Pierce caught the file but didn't open it in a hurry.

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

Nick Frey shrugged his shoulders and made a gesture to pierce to help himself.

"Kraft Lee?" Pierce tapped his forehead with his index finger and recalled, "the one who is the favorite of mechanical warfare?"

"Hum, the group of people in the Security Council really made up his mind."

From the focus of Pierce's memory, Nick Frey can infer why he knew Kraft.

Pierce did not deny, "you know, Nick, as long as it is something that can reduce military spending, those guys can't be interested."

Then he continued to read the documents in his hand.

"Let me see, what has the child done? It's been watched by the FBI. "

Nick Frey didn't bother him anymore. While drinking the wine in the glass, he quietly waited for the old boss to read the documents.

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

Alexander pierce shook his head when he closed the document in his hand. He despised even the solar skateboard except the goblin pacemaker XL.

As early as the launch of the solar skateboard series, these forces actually predicted that this thing should be able to increase output. Even if Kraft's skateboard performance exceeded their expectations, they didn't have similar or even better equipment.

The core value of skateboarding lies in the solar device, and Martin Lee's solar energy company has long established a lot of cooperation with the government, and there is no need to go to Kraft to engage in skateboarding technology.

As for such things as micro eavesdroppers, their secret service organizations do not lack them, so the equipment displayed by Kraft looks magical, but whether it is for secret service organizations such as s.h.i.e.l.d., Hydra, or FBI, it is tasteless to eat and not a pity to abandon.

"It's true," Nick Frey nodded approvingly, "so the FBI didn't do anything about intelligence and handed in the investigation report directly, because in their opinion, the little guy's invention was of no use to them."

There was a mocking smile on Nick Frey's face, and the same expression on Alexander Pierce's face.

"The FBI's business level is getting worse and worse." Pierce shook his head and sighed, "although these inventions are of little use, this little guy..."

"Great potential."

They said in unison, then looked at each other and smiled, raised their glasses and touched each other for their tacit understanding.

"So you're going to absorb him into the s.h.i.e.l.d.?"

Swallowed the red wine, pierce asked.

"I have this idea, but I'm not in a hurry," Nick Frey nodded and replied reluctantly. "This little guy is not friendly to American officials and non Asian people."

"Racial discrimination?"

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

"Not really." Nick Frey smiled and shook his head, briefly mentioned the identity and experience of Kraft and Martin Lee, "it's not so much racial discrimination as a kind of - because you discriminate against me, I also want to discriminate against your retaliation."

"Hahaha... What a childish idea."

Pierce laughed twice and raised his glass to cover the expression on his face.

Maggia Gang? Eight years ago? Is it Strack?

Although both are Hydra, Alexander pierce and Baron Strack are responsible for different contents, so he only knows that Baron Strack used gangs to conduct large-scale human experiments many years ago.

Nick Frey didn't know Pierce's psychological activities. He laughed. "He was still a child, so I didn't intend to contact him too early."

"Well, that's all for chatting."

Pierce nodded and agreed with Frey's idea. Before Kraft didn't realize his potential, Hydra didn't have to rush to absorb him. He could wait for Nick Frey to make a slow plan.

"Your Avenger plan was rejected by the Security Council."

Putting down his glass, Alexander pierce brought Nick Frey the Council's reply.

"Most of them think that their country's army can handle everything, and those 'freaks' are unstable factors and can't be controlled at all."

"I didn't intend to control them."

Nick Frey rolled his one eye.

"That's what I told the Security Council," pierce shrugged and shrugged his mouth with a helpless expression, "but they don't like another team that is not under their control. Your s.h.i.e.l.d. is enough for them."

At this point, pierce laughed with glee.

"So I don't think you will obediently give up your Avenger plan according to the meaning of the Security Council?"

"Of course," said Nick Frey, leaning back with his chest in his hands and looking like a scoundrel, "as long as I keep the avenger alliance from them, what can they do if they oppose it? You won't say it, will you? "

"Have you forgotten? Nick, "Alexander pierce raised his glass and touched Nick Frey again," we're together. "

"Of course," Nick Frey drank the wine and pulled out a creepy smile, "old man."