Motherf*cker!
Peter Parker, you have no heart!
At this moment, Nick Fury was screaming frantically in his heart.
The only reason you can talk directly to the President is because I set up the connection for you!
I racked my brains to help you maximize your interests!
And now, you're actually turning around to kill the donkey once it's done its work and steal my job?!
Is there no justice anymore?! Is there no law?!
Noticing Nick Fury's resentful gaze, which looked as if he had been visited by a hundred burly men in turn, Peter's brow couldn't help but twitch:
"What's the matter, Little Black, you're not satisfied?"
As soon as he finished speaking—
BOOM!!!
An indescribable, terrifying aura suddenly erupted from Peter's body, like an invisible mental tsunami that instantly swept through all of Brooklyn!
Thump! Thump!
In the distance, the NYPD Officers busy cordoning off the scene to keep out civilians and reporters, along with the onlookers, fell to the ground like rows of wheat being harvested.
One by one, their eyes rolled back, and they began foaming at the mouth.
Near Peter, General Ross, Nick Fury, and Colonel Rhodes—men long accustomed to high positions—felt as if they were facing a deity straight out of biblical legends!
That supreme will of a sovereign ruler crashed against their minds frantically, shattering their proud iron wills piece by piece.
With a thump, General Ross, who had just climbed up from the ground, fell back down again.
Rhodes, caught in the crossfire nearby, followed suit.
The veins on Nick Fury's forehead throbbed violently as he gritted his teeth, trying to withstand this terrifying pressure.
But in the face of that power, all struggle was futile.
After holding out for only three to five seconds, he also fell to his knees.
He ended up prostrate on the ground, finding it incredibly difficult even to lift his head.
Aside from Peter, only Tony, George, Gwen, Felicia, and Captain America remained standing.
Although they were unaffected because Peter viewed them as allies, they still felt a sense of heart-palpitating dread.
Their gazes toward Peter held an increasing amount of respect.
As for Peter, he looked at the scene before him with a moment of surprise.
Is this... the one-in-a-million Conqueror's Haki?
It actually awakened spontaneously under these circumstances?
He had previously thought he would have to wait for a shop refresh to obtain this power through sacrifice points.
He hadn't expected it to awaken right after Armament Haki.
But it made sense; this power only belonged to those with the qualities of a king.
Peter was currently threatening the top leader of the country known as the beacon of the World.
A person capable of such a thing naturally possessed the potential to be a king. Awakening Haoshoku was a natural progression.
Glancing at the kneeling Nick Fury, Peter withdrew his gaze and turned back to the President on the screen:
"Mr. President, it seems the current Director Black—oh, wait, Nick Fury—has no objections. Do you have any other concerns?"
The President stared blankly at Peter's excessively young face.
Although he didn't feel the pressure of the Haoshoku through the screen, things like gaze and temperament can be conveyed through images.
At least in that moment, even the President felt a temporary heart-tremor; he could almost see what his fate would be if he dared to refuse Peter.
This madman could destroy all of Brooklyn; how much effort would it take for him to get rid of the President before leaving America?
As for the Presidential Guard... how many divisions did they have? Could they withstand that energy blast from earlier?
With that thought, the President didn't even discuss it with his staff. He spoke without hesitation:
"I agree! Mr. Punisher, as of today, I appoint you as the new Director of S.H.I.E.L.D., with absolute control! You may handle all internal personnel appointments and removals at your discretion.
But the condition is that you must truly follow the rules; something like today must never happen again!"
The moment he heard this, Peter instantly retracted his Conqueror's Haki, and his demeanor quickly returned to its original, pleasant state:
"Of course. As I said, I am a man who follows the rules. Provided, of course, that others follow them too!"
...With the President personally granting Peter's three conditions, the video call ended.
After the call, Peter looked at Nick Fury, who was just climbing up from the ground, and said:
"Black... oh, right, I should use titles at work... Agent Nick, as of today, you are a Level 8 S.H.I.E.L.D. Agent. Do you have anything to say about that?"
Nick Fury struggled to his feet. He looked at Peter and only muttered after a moment:
"I have nothing to say, Director."
"Very good!" Peter patted Nick Fury's shoulder with satisfaction:
"Work hard, I have high hopes for you!"
"Don't look so miserable. Think about it—it's not all bad that I'm the Director. At least those two favors you owe me... wait, that reminds me."
"Agent Nick, the time has come to repay those favors. Now, hand over your eyepatch and your eye, and we'll be even. As compensation, I can restore sight to your left eye."
Motherf*cker!
Nick Fury almost spat blood.
He thought to himself, 'Peter Parker, are you even human?!'
He's already the Director, and he's still hung up on those two favors.
Besides, how did he know there was a secret hidden in his left eye? He didn't want anything else; he went straight for the eye?
Before he could figure it out, Peter lost his patience.
He reached out and tore off Nick Fury's Eyepatch, performing a 'hot-swapping' technique on the eye in a manner reminiscent of the legendary ophthalmologist Uchiha Madara.
Before Nick Fury even realized what was happening, he felt a sharp pain in his eye socket, followed by a wave of soothing relief.
When he came to his senses, his darkened left eye could see light again, while Peter held his eyepatch and a dull eyeball in his hand.
[Detected Blue Rare Item: Nick Fury's Eyepatch]
[Nick Fury's Eyepatch: The iconic eyepatch of the S.H.I.E.L.D. Director. Although it has no function, it possesses extraordinary collection value.]
[Sacrifice for points: 900 points]
Tsk, trash is trash. Even as a blue item, it's only worth 900 sacrifice points.
Despite the internal complaint, Peter chose to sacrifice it without a second thought.
After completing all this, he turned to Tony and said:
"Hey, Tony, interested in hanging out at my S.H.I.E.L.D.?"