Fury: Holy crap, this is my personal artifact!

Inside the gashapon shop, the air was eerily quiet.

"Li, give me a hundred consecutive pulls! I refuse to believe my luck is worse than that tin man who only knows how to drink!"

Nick Fury reluctantly handed over his bank card, looking at the intermediate gashapon machine with anticipation.

Coulson looked at Fury with a puzzled expression.

When did the bureau chief become so rich?

Could this be another case of embezzlement?

"A wise choice, Chief."

Li Ang smiled and put away the black card, then handed Fury a glass of iced tea.

"In this perilous universe, only recharging can bring you a sliver of warmth."

"Please, the stage is yours."

The four little ones from the gashapon shop next door gathered around, very curious about the luck of this black braised egg.

Even Coulson couldn't help but come closer, his eyes full of anticipation.

Our bureau chief is usually very good at planning and strategizing, so his luck probably isn't too bad either.

Click, click, click.

Fury pressed the knob, and a pleasant mechanical sound emanated from inside the gashapon machine.

At that moment, Fury felt his heartbeat synchronize with the frequency of gears meshing.

hum!

A burst of light appeared.

Multicolored light once again filled the entire gashapon shop.

One hundred gashapon capsules rolled into the basket.

Fury picked one up with trembling hands and opened it.

Ethan Brand High-Efficiency Hand Sanitizer

[Description: From a Resident Evil universe. Whether it's a severed hand or foot, as long as you're still breathing, just rub it on this, and it'll be back to normal. Side effect: A tiny bit of pain.]

"This..." Fury's lips twitched. "I have the best medical team in the world..."

"Don't say that, Chief," Li Ang said slowly, leaning back in his recliner. "You'll thank this hand sanitizer when you lose an arm on the battlefield someday."

Fury, his face dark, stuffed the hand sanitizer into his trench coat pocket.

Then, he opened each gashapon capsule.

[Martial Arts]

A pen disguised as a stun gun

[Universal Lock Picking Chip]

Emergency Signal Transmitter

Bulletproof umbrella

[Bulletproof Suit]

……

As each gashapon capsule was opened, Fury's face grew increasingly dark.

A smile appeared on his face only after a purple light flashed out, but when he saw what was inside, his smile vanished instantly.

Bulletproof shorts

[Description: Protects a man's last shred of dignity; can withstand direct fire from a large-caliber sniper rifle. However, please note that it is not shockproof; we are not responsible for any broken testicles.]

"puff……"

Jane couldn't help but let out a short laugh, then immediately covered her mouth and pretended to look at the ceiling.

Fury's face had turned so black it blended into the bottom of the pot.

One hundred consecutive pulls, is that all?

While these things are all suitable for special agents, none of them can fight alien monsters!

Just as Fury was about to flip the table, a strange light suddenly burst forth from a gashapon capsule.

It was a green fruit covered with spiral patterns that appeared.

[Ability: Door-Door Fruit]

[Note: Paramecia-type Devil Fruit. Eat it, and you become a doorman. Anything you touch becomes a door. Walls? They're just fences in your backyard.]

"A Devil Fruit?" Fury's eyes lit up.

He had seen the description in Coulson's report; this was a true strategic force!

"Although it's not a Logia-type fruit, this fruit involves spatial laws, making it perfect for someone like you who likes to wander around."

Li Ang offered a fair assessment, "However, the taste of this stuff..."

Before Leon could finish speaking, Fury had already grabbed the fruit and taken a bite, skin and all.

"Even if it tastes terrible, how terrible can it be..."

Click.

Fury chewed twice, his one eye widened, and his whole face scrunched up like a withered chrysanthemum.

What does it taste like?

It's like stuffing a stale, smelly sock into a can of herring that's been fermenting for a hundred days, and then mixing it with dried cow dung.

"Ugh! Fuck, did you stuff shit in there?"

Fury gagged, forcing himself to swallow the fruit despite his physical discomfort.

"Power... I can feel power!"

Fury wiped the drool from the corner of his mouth, his eyes flashing with a sharp light.

He walked to the wall of the shop, stretched out his hands, and imagined opening a grand portal to the headquarters of S.H.I.E.L.D.

"Open the door!"

Fury gave a low shout, pressed his hands against the wall, and pulled hard to both sides.

The air began to distort, and the walls seemed to turn into some kind of fluid.

Become!

Coulson clenched his fist in excitement.

however……

The wall did indeed open.

However, no gate appeared large enough for an adult to pass through.

Under Freyna's large palm, only a small square hole with sides of about ten centimeters was made.

Through that small hole, one could peek into the offices of S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters.

"..."

A deathly silence.

A cool breeze blew in through the small hole, ruffling the hem of Fury's trench coat.

Fury stood frozen in place, still holding the door open, as if he had been petrified.

"You slut, what am I supposed to do with this hole? Pull pigeons out of the magician's hat?"

Fury roared, "I clearly imagined a large door! A door big enough for a Quinjet to fly through!"

Li Ang took a sip of black tea and sighed, "Director, the power of Devil Fruits might be influenced by one's mind."

"The Door Fruit requires an open mind and trust in the outside world."

"And your paranoia is even more severe than that of a certain Da Lin." Li Ang pointed at Fury.

"Fuck!!"

Fury felt as if an arrow had struck his chest.

He refused to believe it and tried several more times.

The best result they achieved was that they only managed to create a round hole that he could crawl through.

"What is this?" Jane couldn't help but mutter under her breath.

"It looks more like a dog hole," Banner added seriously.

It hurts, it hurts too much!

Fury was devastated; his lips twitched uncontrollably, and he could barely stand.

Just when he was feeling disheartened, a new gashapon machine gave him a pleasant surprise.

Inside the gashapon capsule lies a simple, antique-style green ring.

The tampered green light ring

[Introduction: Driven by pure willpower, you can materialize anything if your will is strong enough.]

"Willpower?"

Fury's hope was rekindled, and he put the ring on the middle finger of his right hand.

If it's a contest of willpower, Nick Fury is confident he can beat anyone!

He is willing to sacrifice everything to protect the Earth. Isn't that a strong enough commitment?

"Give me a gun! A heavy cannon that can blast tanks apart!"

Fury raised his right hand and roared forward, frantically sketching out the image of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s most powerful conceptual weapon in his mind.

hum!

The ring lit up.

A beam of green energy erupted and rapidly condensed in the air.

Everyone held their breath.

The light dissipated.

In Fury's hand appeared a long-handled object that shimmered with green light.

At the top is a hemispherical rubber bowl, and below it is a wooden stick.

This is a toilet plunger.

It's still the most classic type of toilet plunger.

"Hahahaha!"

Even Coulson, who had received professional training, broke down this time. He turned around, his shoulders trembling violently.

Jane and Darcy laughed so hard they squatted on the ground, tears streaming down their faces.

"Is this your will, Director?" Leon made no attempt to hide his amusement. "Are you trying to untangle the sewers of S.H.I.E.L.D."

"OMG Fuck!!"

At this moment, Fury completely broke down.

The anger of being mocked, the shame of having his dignity as the king of spies trampled on, caused his blood pressure to soar to two hundred.

He raised that damn green plunger in his hand and roared furiously at the air.

"OMG!! This damn machine! This damn luck! And this damn green shit-stirring stick!!"

"I'm going to blow this damn place up! Fuck you!!"

boom!!!

The moment that classic swear word slipped out.

The green light ring on Fury's finger suddenly burst forth with an unprecedentedly dazzling light.

That light was not the gentle light of will, but a violent, deep green!

The ring seemed to have found the perfect energy source.

Zizizi!

The plunger in Fury's hand disintegrated and reformed, with green energy surging wildly.

next second.

A heavy, green frying pan, as big as a door panel and gleaming with a cold, eerie light, appeared in Fury's hand.

The frying pan was covered in sharp barbs and emitted a chilling energy fluctuation.

"Um?"

Fury was stunned.

He felt it; as his anger flared and the echo of that "Fuck you!" resonated, a kind of soul-level connection was established between the ring and him.

That power was inexhaustible, seemingly without end.

"Li... what's going on?" Fury stared blankly at the frying pan in his hand, which contained a lot of energy.

Li Ang was also stunned for a moment, then couldn't help but applaud.

"Brilliant, absolutely brilliant."

Li Ang clicked his tongue in amazement, "This ring must be damaged; the judgment standard has shifted."

"It seems it has identified your anger as the highest level of will eruption."

"Simply put, the angrier you are and the harsher your words, the more powerful this ring will be."

"Congratulations, Director Fury." Leon pointed to the green frying pan. "You've pioneered a new genre."

"Mamma Fuck Hero is born."

Fury's lips twitched as he looked at the artifact in his hand, his emotions extremely complex.

Does this mean I'll have to rely solely on trash talk to fight from now on?

"No matter what..."

With a thought, Fury's frying pan vanished, transforming into a thin green energy film that covered his entire body.

Although the process was a bit tortuous, and although the ability was a bit peculiar.

But he became stronger.

This is enough.

Thinking of this, Fury walked to the door and waved to the outside.

The afternoon sunlight streamed in, outlining a tall and upright figure.

The man was wearing a slightly worn brown leather jacket over a white T-shirt and loose cargo pants.

He stood somewhat awkwardly at the door, his handsome yet weathered face filled with a sense of bewilderment that seemed out of place in this era.

"Chief, is there really anything here that can help Carter?"