Diana showed Nick Fury no respect at all.
Even though he was the director of S.H.I.E.L.D.
After speaking, she paid no mind to what Nick Fury might think and turned to leave.
Watching Diana's retreating back, Nick Fury wanted to say something but ultimately said nothing.
After Diana had completely left the Bird and Dinosaur Exhibit, Maria Hill, dressed in casual clothes with short hair, came over to Nick Fury.
Maria Hill was one of Nick Fury's right-hand women, one of the few people he completely trusted.
After arriving beside Nick Fury, Maria Hill subtly made a gesture.
The next second, the originally lively exhibit hall quickly quieted down.
The S.H.I.E.L.D. agents, who looked no different from normal tourists, left the exhibit hall without a word.
Within seconds, only a few genuine tourists and the two of them remained in the hall.
The few genuine tourists had no idea what had happened.
They only saw "tourists" leaving the hall in perfect synchronicity, evacuating as quickly as if they had heard a fire alarm.
Agent Hill didn't pay attention to the few genuine tourists and said to Nick Fury, "The Traveler's potential risk is getting higher and higher. If we let him continue acting recklessly, he might trigger a mass crisis event at any time."
"Raise his surveillance level, and while you're at it, reject Coulson's arrest request."
"Also, send a copy of Diana Prince's information to Coulson. It's time for him to know some of the truth."
Nick Fury said with a helpless look.
It wasn't that he hadn't considered arresting Russell, but he had never agreed to Coulson's arrest request.
The reason was simple: because of Diana!
The various abilities Russell had currently displayed were still within S.H.I.E.L.D.'s handling capacity.
But Diana was different.
Four years ago, Diana used a few one-sided battles to fully demonstrate what a completely suspense-free, unilateral crushing was.
During that last arrest operation, Nick Fury even had the thought of directly calling Captain Marvel, Carol.
Fortunately, he resisted that impulse at the time.
Otherwise, whether S.H.I.E.L.D. still existed now would be a question.
After giving instructions to Agent Hill, Nick Fury left the exhibit hall without looking back.
The Continental Hotel.
The Underground Bar.
After receiving Diana's reply, Russell came to the bar to pass the time.
It was still five or six hours until 9 PM, and since he had nothing to do for now, he might as well come to the bar for a drink and listen to some music.
In fact, if he wanted to have fun, the hotel could provide many services.
Besides the bar, the hotel also had a casino.
If he wasn't interested in drinking or gambling, the hotel could also provide various women on call.
Whether you liked mature women with charm, secretaries with a professional vibe, or vibrant college girls, as long as you could afford the gold coins, the hotel had a way to satisfy you.
Of course, not all types of women were available; the hotel would not provide those who were too young.
Although the services were for cold-blooded killers, the hotel still maintained basic morality.
Russell stayed at the hotel until the evening, and after having dinner, he hailed a taxi to the French restaurant for the meeting.
Although his Porsche 911 was parked on the street next to the hotel entrance, he had no intention of driving there.
God knows how the conversation would go later; he didn't want to risk his beloved car.
He wasn't short on money now, and could even be considered to have substantial savings, so buying a car was no problem for him.
His current Porsche was already a model from two years ago.
But even so, he still had no plans to change cars.
For no other reason than that this car held many memories of him and Diana.
Both healthy and unhealthy ones, and quite a few at that.
He didn't know if it was fate, but the taxi he casually hailed turned out to be the same Indian-accented young man from last time.
This Indian young man didn't seem old, only in his twenties, but his driving skills were excellent.
Russell had experienced this Indian young man's superb driving skills last time.
It cost him two hundred dollars.
The Indian young man also didn't expect that he would pick up Russell again.
After Russell got into the car, the Indian young man said with a smile, "Sir, where are you going this time? Are you in a hurry?"
"No hurry, you can drive slowly!"
After saying that, he told the Indian young man the location of the restaurant.
"Okay, sir!"
Although he couldn't earn an extra tip like last time, the Indian young man was still smiling.
New York's traffic situation was as bad as ever.
Unless it was late at night, traffic jams were unavoidable.
Stopping and starting along the way, it took half an hour for Russell to finally arrive at the meeting restaurant.
Although the Indian young man didn't show off his driving skills extra this time, Russell still gave him two hundred-dollar bills when he got out of the car.
This wasn't a reward for the Indian young man's driving skills, but a reward for being quiet the whole way.
Russell didn't like talkative drivers.
In the restaurant.
Russell looked at the middle-aged man in front of him and didn't say a word.
The middle-aged man sitting in front of him was wearing an expensive custom-made suit, his hair was meticulously styled, and he exuded the aura of a rich person from head to toe.
Although it was their first meeting, Russell knew who the man in front of him was.
Sunil Bakshi, a moderately famous rich man.
Of course, this was just his public identity.
His true identity was a high-ranking Hydra cadre, Whitehall's capable subordinate.
"Mr. Bradley, I hope you don't mind me taking the liberty of asking to meet you."
Bakshi said with a sincere expression.
"I don't mind meeting, but I'm not very happy about you interfering in my life."
Even before having someone investigate the anonymous call, he suspected it was from Hydra.
Bakshi's appearance just proved this point.
"It was just out of necessity. If you need any compensation, Mr. Bradley, please feel free to ask, and I will surely satisfy you."
Bakshi could be said to be giving Russell plenty of face now, his attitude was as good as if he were apologizing.
"Alright, let's cut the nonsense! Tell me, what exactly do you want?"
Russell was too lazy to beat around the bush with Bakshi and asked directly.
"We greatly appreciate talents like you, Mr. Bradley. If you don't mind, we hope you can join our organization."
Bakshi said with a smile.
He didn't immediately say the name "Hydra" but used a more tactful way of speaking.
"Join you? You're not even willing to say the name of the organization you belong to. Isn't such an invitation a bit too childish?"
Although he already knew that the organization Bakshi belonged to was Hydra, this was something he knew through the foresight halo of a transmigrator.
He had no intention of telling Bakshi all the information he knew.