I Have a Girlfriend in Marvel

S.H.I.E.L.D., recently renamed the Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division, was established a long time ago, dating back to the Howard Stark's era.

S.H.I.E.L.D. is very powerful, with countless agents who could be in any corner of the country or even the world.

This woman in a baseball cap is one of them.

After sending the message to her superior, Coulson, she followed Su Ye upstairs.

Upstairs, in the wrestling venue's office.

On a table inside, countless bills lay scattered, and a middle-aged man sat behind it, leisurely counting the money.

By the looks of it, he could keep counting all night, even until his hands cramped, without stopping.

Hearing Su Ye enter, the middle-aged man looked up, frowning, and said, "What are you here for?"

Su Ye shrugged, "Of course, I'm here for my reward. According to the rules, I lasted three minutes—$3,000 in prize money. Hand it over."

The man laughed, "Three thousand dollars? You disrupted the order downstairs, and the audience almost rioted. You still have the nerve to ask for a reward? It's lucky I'm not charging you!"

"We signed a contract," Su Ye replied, his face under the helmet darkening.

"A contract?" the man sneered, "Young man, don't be naive. Do you really think contracts matter? Go ahead, sue me, and see if the court sides with you or me."

So it's true—capitalists have black hearts. Almost everyone in the audience lost money, and with the venue's size, if each lost just $100, the organizers would still make hundreds of thousands.

Besides, judging by the crowd's anger, it's clearly not just a matter of a hundred dollars.

But now, this guy in front of him didn't even want to pay $100. Even in the old Spider-Man movies, at least Spider-Man got $100.

"Now, leave and close the door on your way out. Get lost."

After saying this, the middle-aged man lowered his head and continued counting his money, fully absorbed in it.

Su Ye gave a bitter smile. So, getting Spider-Man's powers meant he had to experience Spider-Man's hardships, including the injustice?

But this kind of injustice—I don't want to accept it.

Why do you get to change the rules on the spot, say no payment, and declare the contract invalid? You're being unreasonable and still expect me to be fair?

"I've changed my mind. According to the initial contract, lasting ten minutes means you owe me $100,000. You saw I could easily achieve it, so you tore up the agreement and altered the conditions without permission. That's a breach of contract."

"Now, I won't pursue the breach of contract. Just pay me the $100,000 as stipulated."

"Let's say there's $30,000 on the table. How will you pay the remaining $70,000?"

Aside from the wad in the man's hand, there were scattered bills on the table, not $100,000, but close to $70,000.

But even if it were just $30,000, it was messily piled up here and hard to carry without a bag.

Maybe have the man sort it neatly first?

Just as Su Ye regretted not bringing a sack for the money, the office door opened, and a burly man with dyed white hair walked in.

Seeing Su Ye in an Iron Man helmet, the white-haired man paused, then tossed a bag at the middle-aged man without a word.

"Pack up the money!"

The middle-aged man was about to snap but saw the gun in the white-haired man's hand and fell silent, grabbing the bag to start packing the money.

As he packed, he taunted Su Ye.

"Isn't all this money on the table yours, Mr. Ironhead? Are you just going to watch it get taken away?"

Su Ye shook his head, "Just pack the money. Enough with the nonsense."

"Your money?" The white-haired man turned toward Su Ye, seeming agitated as if he was about to aim the gun at him.

Seeing that the middle-aged man had nearly finished packing the money, Su Ye smiled and said, "He's right. This is my money."

"You!" The white-haired man's eyes widened, clearly mistaking Su Ye for another robber, and turned his gun on him.

Then he flew backward, crashing into the wall several meters away, knocked out cold.

Su Ye lowered his leg, took the money-filled bag from the middle-aged man, and patted off the dust.

"Your money was taken by an armed robber. I recovered my own money and caught the robber for you. Technically, you owe me thanks."

"But this was just me doing a good deed, so forget the thanks. Just prepare the remaining $70,000 you owe me. I'll come by for it whenever."

"Oh, and your attitude earlier irritated me, so here's a parting gift."

As he spoke, Su Ye suddenly reached out, grabbing the man's head before he could react, and slammed it onto the table.

Thunk! Another one knocked out.

"Why force an honest man to lose his temper? What's the point?"

Su Ye turned and walked out of the office without looking back, heading toward the staircase nearby.

The hallway was empty, and it wasn't until Su Ye entered the stairwell that the woman in the baseball cap appeared from the opposite end, following him into the stairs.

They were barely three seconds apart.

But once the woman entered the stairwell, she found that Su Ye was gone. She couldn't even hear a sound and had no idea if he went up or down.

"Gone in three seconds? That... that fast? So he has super speed in addition to super strength?"

The woman muttered to herself, then began composing a message.

Although she wasn't in the office, the woman in the baseball cap had heard enough to piece together what happened.

As a woman, knowing that Su Ye intercepted the robber to get his own payment, she felt like cheering him on.

These underground casino bosses need someone as decisive and capable as him to deal with them.

However, as an official agent, she had a duty to combat crime, so she was obliged to pursue Su Ye.

Not catching up with Su Ye left her feeling both disappointed and a little relieved.

As for the report to her superior, she'd just tell the truth. With his speed, it wasn't her fault she couldn't catch him.