King in Marvel- CH-119. Winter Soldier!

[The system is set up so that once someone from another plane is teleported to the main world, the main world's task system will be activated to motivate the host and prompt system-level measures.]

"I see…"

Although it was a bit unexpected, it was a good thing. Tasks meant rewards, and rewards meant energy, which would allow the system to upgrade as quickly as possible and unlock more functions.

As long as the task wasn't too difficult, Michael could handle it without a problem.

"Understood." Michael responded, then turned to Claire, "You've come to my world now. Before we leave, let me briefly explain the situation here."

Twenty minutes later, Michael had finished explaining.

"That's about it. You can learn the rest of the details over time. As for your identity, you may need to keep it secret. Although anything can happen in this world, and coming from another world isn't a big deal, it's better to keep a low profile."

If Claire revealed her identity, Michael's ability to travel between worlds would also come to light. For now, Michael didn't want to reveal this. After all, the Marvel world was full of powerful beings, and the system was his trump card—it couldn't be exposed carelessly.

"Yeah." Claire nodded.

"Let's go. Time to head out."

Michael led Claire out of the fighting arena.

Once outside, Claire looked around the room curiously. Michael had explained that this was the Dark Elves' spaceship, which to Claire meant an alien spacecraft.

[Ding, mission released!] The system's voice announced.

"Oh, come on! Even if the mission system is activated, it shouldn't be this fast, right?" Michael hadn't expected to receive a mission immediately after stepping out.

[Rescue mission. Objective: Successfully rescue Nick Fury from the Winter Soldier.]

"This mission is quite timely. But, isn't this a spoiler? Releasing the mission before anything happens?" Michael muttered, shaking his head. Still, he knew the plot, so it wasn't really a spoiler.

Originally, he hadn't planned to intervene in Nick Fury's situation, since Fury wouldn't die anyway. But with a mission on the line, it was a different story.

"Are you ready?" Michael asked Claire. She took a deep breath, nodded firmly, and followed him out.

When they arrived at the meeting room in the hall, Natasha and Sam had already returned, dressed in their uniforms. Seeing Michael with a young girl, everyone looked curious.

She was young—only about 15 or 16 years old—and wore a cheerleading uniform. She looked like a high school student. Though pretty and well-developed, she clearly had an air of innocence.

"Did you get the right person?" Natasha asked Michael, raising an eyebrow.

Michael shook his head, "Of course I didn't make a mistake. Her name is Claire, codenamed the Immortal Woman. She'll be a member of the Alliance."

"Immortal Woman? Is that her ability?"

Michael smiled and glanced at Claire, who still seemed a bit nervous. Just as he was about to explain her abilities in detail, Claire suddenly walked to the side, picked up a knife, and cut her arm.

This girl!

Michael shook his head. Claire must have sensed their surprise and suspicion and was eager to prove herself.

Claire held out her arm, the wound already healing. She looked up at them confidently.

"The healing speed is incredible—almost like Wolverine!" Natasha said, examining Claire's arm in amazement.

"Does it hurt?" Michael asked Claire.

She shook her head.

"Well, this ability is definitely impressive," Natasha said, nodding. She turned to Claire. "Besides self-healing, do you have any other abilities?"

Claire shook her head again.

"You'll need to train so you can handle yourself in a fight. I can teach you if you'd like." Natasha offered.

Natasha's combat skills were top-notch, making her the perfect mentor for Claire. Still, Michael was a bit puzzled by her sudden enthusiasm.

Shaking his head, Michael stepped to the center of the room and clapped his hands, drawing everyone's attention, "The base outside is almost complete and will be ready soon. It's almost time for us to make our official debut. In the next few days, I hope everyone can prepare themselves. It won't be long before we undertake our first mission!"

The announcement elicited mixed reactions—some were excited, others calm, and a few looked uncertain.

"You stay here for now and take care of Claire." Michael whispered to Natasha.

"And you?"

"Me? I've got a mission to complete."

Michael smiled and located Nick Fury's position.

Nick Fury was preparing to drive out of the parking lot, and it looked like... he was about to be attacked.

Nick Fury had just gotten into his car, closed the door, and was about to start the engine when he noticed someone in the rearview mirror. Recognizing the figure, he froze.

"Hi, mind if I hitch a ride?" Michael said with a smile.

"A... a ride?" Nick Fury stared at Michael, who was casually seated in the back, and felt the urge to shoot him. You sneak into my car without me noticing, and now you want a ride?

After taking a deep breath, Nick Fury said gruffly, "What are you really doing here?"

"I'm just here for the ride. Don't worry about me. Do what you need to do, and I'll get off when we reach the destination." Michael said casually, turning to look out the window as if to say, 'Don't mind me.'

Nick Fury glared at him for a long time. Though he only had one eye, his stare was intense. Fortunately, he wasn't Cyclops, or Michael might have ended up with a few holes in him.

Seeing that Michael wasn't budging, Nick Fury had no choice but to start driving. He moved slowly out of the parking lot, his mind racing as he tried to figure out Michael's intentions.

A red light brought the car to a stop. Nick Fury glanced at Michael, who remained unfazed, and felt a flicker of irritation. Coincidentally, a police car pulled up beside them, and the officer inside kept staring at Nick Fury.

Already in a bad mood, Nick Fury snapped, "What? You want to see my driver's license?"

The officer stared at him, then turned on the police lights and drove forward. Nick Fury snorted and started the car. As they passed the traffic post, a police car suddenly swerved from the left and rammed into the rear of his car, sending it spinning into the police car ahead. The two vehicles sandwiched Nick Fury's car, pinning it in place.

The airbags deployed instantly, and Nick Fury was momentarily dazed. He glanced at Michael in the back seat.

Michael was unharmed, calmly observing the scene outside.

A black SWAT van pulled up, and fully armed officers began pouring out.

"It's about to begin..." Michael murmured.

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