"Peter, bring the rocket down, its owner is here."
Aunt May invited Nick to sit on the sofa, poured him coffee, and greeted Peter in the room loudly.
"What master?" Peter stuck his head out of the cabin in confusion, and his face darkened when he saw Nick on the sofa with a smile on his face.
"Auntie, the rocket has no owner, this person must be a fake!" Peter said impatiently.
Aunt May stepped forward, hugged Peter, and persuaded: "Peter, I know you like Rocket very much, and I like it too, but we must admit that it is so smart that it can even flush the toilet. It must have been trained by its owner. of."
"Think about how anxious you would be if Rocket disappeared. If you put yourself in his shoes, you will know how anxious Mr. Fury is now."
"We can't take other people's pets as our own, it's unethical."
"But he's not the owner of Rocket at all!" Peter was anxious, but he couldn't tell the truth yet, otherwise Aunt May would be even more worried.
"This is the pet adoption procedure I went through at the Pet Management Bureau..." Nick took out the complete set of documents that he had prepared, put it on the table and pushed it over, "By the way, it's not called Rocket, it's called Rocket. Talon, that’s my name.”
Fuck the claws!
Peter glared at the black braised egg in front of him with a sullen face. He obviously knew that he was a fake, but he couldn't explain it clearly.
"Okay, Peter, I'm going to take down Rocket, oh no, it's Talon, and then let him go back with his owner. If you are reluctant, we can adopt another one this weekend. "Aunt May patted Peter on the shoulder and walked past him to the cabin.
After Aunt May disappeared from sight, Peter stepped forward, grabbed the collar of Nick's windbreaker, and whispered a threat through gritted teeth:
"I don't care who you are or what your plans are, but I want to tell you that the Rockets don't belong to anyone!"
"If you are sensible, just admit that you were wrong and get out. Otherwise, I cannot guarantee that you can walk out of this street safely!"
Nick was not at all stressed by Peter's immature threat. He smiled slightly and pulled open one side of his trench coat, revealing the documents and guns hanging inside.
"Young man, it seems you know that raccoon is an alien, so I don't need to beat around the bush with you."
"For the safety of you and your family, it is best not to take any unnecessary actions, otherwise I guarantee that you will go to jail."
"Also, if that alien raccoon is obedient, I can guarantee that it can live a normal life on Earth...under our supervision."
Peter's pupils shrank, realizing that Nick's identity should be the same group of people who were chasing Rocket before, and murderous intent arose in his heart.
During this time, Peter studied a lot of philosophy and sociology in depth, and gained a deep understanding of the nature and operation of this society. He was no longer the simple and kind-hearted boy he was before.
Especially since he broke through in the first episode and has broken away from the fate of Spider-Man, no one can clearly see what the future holds.
When he first met Rocket, he planned to call the police, but after being in contact with Rocket for so long, he had long regarded Rocket as a respected teacher, and there was no way he would betray him just because he was a so-called government employee.
Moreover, he now knows very well that if the government wants to cause trouble for him, it will always find a reason. Compromise and evasion will not solve the problem.
The only thing that can make powerful people give in is sufficient strength or leverage.
The original plan was to wait until college before starting to implement it, but now, I'm afraid I have to start earlier.
Peter's experience was still too little and he didn't have much experience. The murderous intention in his heart was written all over his face, allowing Nick to see clearly.
"Young man, are you sure you want me to bring in all the troops from outside?" Nick's one eye was filled with fierceness, and his murderous intent was even stronger than Peter's.
Nick was not trying to scare Peter. He did bring a team of agents as a backup when he came this time.
Although there are no alien weapons around the little raccoon anymore, and the threat is greatly reduced, but a gentleman will not set up a dangerous wall, Nick will not rashly come alone to recruit an alien who once turned the city upside down.
If Rocket obediently leaves with him, then this force will only be responsible for escorting him.
But if the rocket intends to resist stubbornly, then an uncontrolled alien will have no value in existence, and it is also a good choice to directly eliminate hidden dangers for the earth.
When the two of them were at war with each other, Aunt Mei had already come out of the cabin with Rocket in her arms.
"Hey Peter, what are you doing?"
Aunt May hurriedly walked over, put down the rocket, stretched out her hand to pull Peter away, then smiled at Nick and said:
"I'm so sorry, Mr. Fury. Peter paid too much attention to the claws. I apologize to you. I'm so sorry..."
"No need to apologize, ma'am, I understand this feeling very well, and I'm very touched that you like Claw so much, so I won't blame him." Nick smiled, looking very generous.
"It's getting late. It's time for me to go back. Thank you very much again for taking care of Talon these days."
After Nick finished speaking, he stood up, grabbed the back of the neck of the little raccoon that was sliding back, said goodbye and left.
Peter watched Nick leave with the little raccoon with a sullen expression, without saying a word.
Nick carried the little raccoon into the car and signaled the reserve team to escort them away.
The convoy sandwiched Nick's car in the middle and headed back towards the Illuminati base.
In the car, Nick was crossing his legs, trying to negotiate with the little raccoon.
"So your name is Rocket?"
"Nice name!"
"Let me also introduce myself. I am Nick Fury, the chairman of the Illuminati."
"The Illuminati..."
Nick chattered for a long time, but the little raccoon didn't say a word and just kept licking his fur with his head down.
After seeing this, Nick stopped the introduction, looked at the little raccoon intently, and then warned:
"Don't expect your accomplice to come to save you, that young man doesn't have the guts at all!"
"Or do you have other alien companions on earth?"
While testing, Nick carefully paid attention to the micro-expressions on the little raccoon's face, trying to figure out what he was really thinking.
However, no matter how you look at it, this is an ordinary little raccoon, with no expression on its face for reference.
"You don't have to resist us so much."
"You caused great damage in the city, and there were many casualties. Normally, according to your crime, even if you are not sentenced to death, you can only stay in prison for the rest of your life."
"But the people on Earth are very friendly. Although you have committed many crimes, we are still willing to give you a chance to atone for your crimes!"
"But this requires your cooperation. If you continue to be so stubborn, then there is only a dead end waiting for you."
Nick said sternly, but the little raccoon continued to lick his fur without saying a word.
"It's no use pretending to be stupid!"
"We have already investigated clearly. You are intelligent, an advanced intelligent life, and can communicate with humans!"
"If you continue to treat my kindness so negatively, then there will be nothing to talk about. I hope you can reflect on it in prison and realize your mistakes as soon as possible!"
Nick shook off his windbreaker and had no intention of continuing the negotiation.
A combination of kindness and power is the way to go. If a dishonest alien is beaten with a stick first and then fed a sweet date, he will naturally become honest. If one meal is not enough, just beat him a few more times.
However, Rocket turned his head and looked outside twice, finally stopped licking his fur, turned his head and bared his teeth, sneered at Nick: "The current location should have reached the suburbs, right?"
An alarm bell rang in Nick's heart, and he hurriedly reached out for his gun. However, the little raccoon opposite reached out and pressed lightly on the collar around his neck. Then the collar suddenly disintegrated and turned into a silver-white liquid and slid down, killing the little raccoon in an instant. The raccoon's body was completely covered.
By the time Nick pointed his gun at Rocket, the little raccoon opposite him had turned into a killing machine covered in a silver-white shiny steel suit.
"I don't need anyone to rescue me. On the contrary, you are the ones who need..." Rocket bared his teeth, with a fierce look in his eyes.
Nick aimed at Rocket's exposed head and pulled the trigger. However, the steel suit was much faster than him, and he put on the fully enclosed mask in an instant.
The bullet hit the steel mask and bounced around, bouncing around inside the car, but not even a white mark was left on the mask.
The driver immediately stepped on the brakes and pulled out his gun to turn around for reinforcements, but it was of no use.
Rocket reached out and grabbed the gun, then rolled it into a ball and threw it away, then grabbed the two people in the car and threw it outward.
The two of them hit the car window glass heavily. Under the huge impact, their bones and tendons were broken immediately, and they fell into a dying state.
"Tsk, the quality of this bulletproof car is really good, this wave of car glass wins!"
Rocket left the two of them behind, stepped forward and kicked the strong car door away, then got out of the car with his big tail wagging.
During the time that Rocket lived in the Parker family, he got along very well with the Parker family.
The Parkers are both kind and good people, and they care about Rocket very much. Although they care about pets, they still make Rocket feel the warmth that he has not seen for a long time.
Ever since he had memories, he has either been used as a guinea pig for experiments by the Supreme Evolution, or he has committed crimes everywhere in the interstellar and been hunted down.
Like now, following Peter to school every day to be lazy, taking time off to quarrel with little Peter, occasionally teaching engineering courses, and then happily enjoying the warmth of the family, it was a rare happy time in his life.
In fact, according to Rocket's character, he would have taken action as soon as Nick came looking for trouble, but because he didn't want to cause trouble to the Parker family, he had been patient and waited until the cars reached the suburbs before taking action.
It was precisely because he realized this that Peter did not stop Nick Fury from taking Rocket away.
If you are an ordinary person, then maybe giving up the rocket is the best choice. At least this can avoid government departments from causing trouble at home in the future.
But the problem is that Peter is destined to be impossible to be an ordinary person.
With Peter's current technical reserves and Tony Stark's support, it is only a matter of time before Peter wants to build another Stark Group.
And they already have a complete plan to help Peter successfully establish a Parker Group.
And once Peter is no longer an ordinary person, when others focus on his wealth, technology, ability..., others will naturally find ways to cause trouble for him.
If you want to incriminate yourself, why bother?
When the time comes, all they have to do is find out the relationship between Peter and Rocket, and then they will say that he had an affair with aliens and that he obtained black technology from aliens, and they will confiscate it.
What should Peter do?
If it were Peter in the past, he would definitely not believe that such a thing would happen. He would believe in the law and seek solutions to these problems through lawyers, the media, etc.
But after being baptized by a large number of real-life cases, Peter no longer believed that ordinary people had any ability to resist when faced with power.
If you want to fight against power, you must let yourself become another power!
Or at least you have to have the leverage to trade with powerful people, otherwise you can only be at the mercy of others!
Sooner or later, Peter will surely become one of the behind-the-scenes profit distributors in this world.
However, the problem is time.
Before Peter becomes the head of a large group, trouble begins!
Nine times out of ten things in life are unsatisfactory. Giving in will not solve the problem. You can only face it head on.
Planning in advance is a must, and hidden dangers must also be eliminated.
Rocket was the one who came to clear the mines.
With the nano-steel suit provided by Tony, the pursuit by the so-called S.H.I.E.L.D. or the Illuminati has become less threatening.
At the same time as the gunfire rang out, the escort agents in the convoy in front and behind realized that an accident had occurred and hurriedly stopped to build a defense line.
When Rocket got out of the car, he was greeted by a dense rain of attacks from agents.
Although they did not receive an order from Nick Fury, in this case, no order is an order in itself. No matter what, shoot first.
Facing the oncoming hail of bullets, Rocket allowed the attacks to fall on him, but carefully protected his tail to prevent being injured by stray bullets.
"Tony, your broken armor didn't cover my tail. This is a major mistake!" Rocket complained angrily.
"Oh, I'm sorry, this was my mistake. Human beings have evolved to the point where they don't need tails." Tony's voice of suppressed laughter came from inside the helmet, "But then again, behind a steel armor, there is actually Wagging a tail always feels weird."
"What's weird? He's obviously handsome, okay?"
While Rocket complained, he opened his hands and emitted lasers from his ten fingers. With the help of the intelligent system, he accurately killed the Illuminati agents one by one.
Thanks to powerful laser weapons, it was useless for those agents to hide behind bulletproof cars. They were wiped out in a matter of seconds.
This scene is as simple as playing a game and it ends easily without any difficulty at all.
Except for Tony, no one knew that the famous former director of S.H.I.E.L.D. and current chairman of the Illuminati, Nick Fury, died here silently, in what should have been a very easy and simple death. Inside the alien recruitment operation.
(End of chapter)
