Chapter 67: If I can't cure Superman, can I not cure you? (Update 310, please subscribe!)
"Hahaha, Mr. Karl is really a handsome man."

In the luxurious banquet hall, General Ross, dressed in a suit and tie, looked amiable and kind. He raised the goblet in his hand and toasted Link in front of him.

If Nick Fury saw this, he would be shocked that General Ross, who had always been rebellious, would actually behave like this.
Link raised the goblet in his hand and responded to General Ross's toast with his upper and lower glasses.
Then, General Ross drank it all in one gulp, but Link put the glass back on the tray in the hands of the waiter standing beside him and spoke indifferently,
"I don't like drinking."

"You don't mind, do you?"

General Ross's face flashed with embarrassment, but quickly returned to normal.

"It's okay, of course it's okay."

"Mr. Karl is our distinguished guest..."

This so-called "celebration banquet" was held in an orderly manner, and time passed slowly.
Sitting at the head seat of this spacious and long banquet table, Link just felt amused.

I wonder how long you can endure this?
As the soothing classical music slowly began to play, the awkward atmosphere returned.

One by one, the graceful and beautiful waitresses began to walk slowly to the banquet table with trays, and placed the dishes in front of each guest one after another.

Link also clearly realized that these waitresses had ill intentions and had been using the opportunity of serving food to touch Link's body intentionally or unintentionally, but Link cleverly avoided them.

How could Link, who had already tasted the Manchu Han banquet, look down on these ordinary people, especially those who had been second-hand goods for who knows how many times.

The waitress, with a smile on her face, reached out her hand and opened the silver lid covering the plate.

Inside is a piece of excellent fillet steak, garnished with fresh basil leaves, and the sauce is intertwined with gold foil used for decoration, which looks very appetizing.

Soon, the other people at the table seemed to be holding their silver knives and forks.
Start eating in the so-called "elegant posture", cut the steak on the plate, pick up a piece with a fork, put it in your mouth, chew it slowly, raise the wine glass, and take a sip...

But Link had no intention of eating.
General Ross, who was sitting next to him and had been paying attention to Link's every move, naturally noticed his unusual behavior and couldn't help but ask,
“Why doesn’t Mr. Karl eat? Is the food not to your liking?”

Link laughed and turned into a desktop cleaning master. He raised his hand and pushed the plate in front of him to the ground.

The plate broke, the steak fell out, and the brown sauce splashed, staining the expensive white carpet.

"I don't eat beef."

Everyone at the table froze in their tracks, their faces stiffened, and the atmosphere in the venue became extremely solemn.

As the initiator of this banquet, General Ross still had a smiling face and raised his hand to order the trembling waiter to clean up the dirt on the floor.

"I've also been trying a vegan diet lately, and it feels pretty good. How about..."

But Link stood up and interrupted General Ross.

"I won't eat. A man named Nick Fury wants to talk to me about something. Bye."

Then, Link turned around and turned into a sharp afterimage, smashing the luxurious colored agate floor-to-ceiling window glass and walked away.

General Ross finally couldn't hold it in any longer. His face was distorted. He gnashed his teeth and looked at Link's departing back, roaring word by word.
"Nick Fury!"

"If I can't cure Superman, why can't I cure you?"

……

Sitting in the reception room of Vought Corporation, Nick Fury was still sighing that the air conditioning here was really good.

The old air conditioner in my office has been used for more than a month. It's time to replace it with a new one...

Suddenly, Nick Fury felt a chill on his back, sneezed violently and rubbed his nose.

Although he had invited Superman many times, without exception, there was no response. "When will Mr. Carl be back?"

Nick Fury politely asked the staff who was in charge of receiving him,
"I'm sorry, I don't know much about Mr. Karl..."

"I am coming."

Link's voice came from outside the door, and Nick Fury turned his head to look.
Pushing open the door of the reception room, Link motioned for the staff to leave, slowly walked to the sofa, and sat down comfortably.

"Tell me why you're here."

"Hello, Mr. Karl. Nice to meet you. I am the Homeland Strategic Defense..."

Nick Fury was a little embarrassed when he noticed Link's impatience when he heard the long and ugly name. Then, with a flash of inspiration, he simplified it quickly.

"I am Nick Fury, the current director of S.H.I.E.L.D."

"I came here this time hoping to discuss a very important matter with you, Mr. Karl..."

"As you can see, the Earth is not safe right now. With more and more threats and difficulties, as well as potential enemies that have not yet appeared, our situation is becoming increasingly difficult."

Link nodded with an expression that said, "Keep talking, I'm listening."

Nick Fury was also relieved. At least the Superman in front of him did not directly reject his euphemism. He continued to speak.
"So, in order to face the many problems we face now and in the future, I would like to invite you to join us."

As he spoke, Nick Fury took out a document from the file box beside him and handed it to Link.
"Become a member of our Avengers!"

Link took the document and flipped through it casually. He took a quick look at the list of people.

"Tony Stark, Natasha Romanoff, Clinton Francis (Hawkeye), Bruce Banner..."

After a moment of silence, Link suddenly laughed out loud.
Nick Fury looked puzzled.
"Any questions?"

Shaking his head helplessly, Link said,
"Although you sound very passionate about the plan to form the Avengers Alliance, it does sound interesting..."

"But, I refuse."

Although Nick Fury's heart sank to the bottom after hearing Link's answer, he still chose to ask the question out of the last glimmer of hope.
"Why!?"

"There are many reasons. First, why did you pick on a 'weakling' who I just beat up and couldn't take care of himself?"

"Second, how many people on your list have already confirmed their joining?"

"Oh yeah, and that Cybertronian, does he know he's on this list? Do you really think I don't know about the [Order Protocol]?"

"The most important thing is that you are too weak."

"The weak are not worthy of being with the strong, so I have no interest in joining your pretend alliance."

"I am enough alone."

Ignoring Nick Fury who was a little embarrassed, Link waved his hand.

"Come, let's see you off."

After dealing with the trivial matters around him, Link, who was only a little tired, took the CEO's exclusive elevator and went up to the top floor, not realizing what kind of "threat" was waiting for him...

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