Egghead’s Secret Base

Old Wang considered himself rather thin-skinned; even his soft beard could pierce it. He was far inferior to most women in the world.

Sylvanas was so beautiful that Old Wang ultimately restrained himself and did not make a move. It was her older and younger sisters who suffered instead. High Elves truly could not compare to Pandaren in physique or stamina.

Of course, the ones who suffered most were Turalyon and Ronin. They were not only Sylvanas’s brothers-in-law, but also Old Wang’s followers…

Old Wang was not the kind of man who took money without doing any work.

Thinking of the people under him, their fighting abilities were decent, but their command of modern equipment was far behind S.H.I.E.L.D.’s field agents. Why not have Egghead train them while they were at it?

"Skye, make the call. Get them all over here."

Old Wang washed up, brushed his teeth, and ate breakfast. He had Robbie, the "Ghost Rider," who had no need for modern equipment at all, stand guard. Then Skye drove the newly purchased truck, carrying Old Wang, Gabe, Matt, Elektra, and Stick to a farm in the suburbs using the coordinates Black Widow had provided.

The short, fat farm owner was busy milking cows. Seeing such a group arrive, he ignored them completely, acting as though he had seen nothing.

"Felsstone Farm. A secret S.H.I.E.L.D. base. Everyone here is a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent."

Black Widow emerged from one of the houses, folded her arms, and leaned against the door. "Master Wang, this way."

A secret S.H.I.E.L.D. base?

More likely Egghead’s secret base, right?

Old Wang chuckled. He understood the current situation well enough. There were not many people Egghead could trust, and he surely had to guard against Hydra. A secret base for special training would not be known by many people.

Perhaps aside from himself, only a few undercover agents at the farm and the agents receiving training knew about it!

Besides…

Egghead had brought him here rather than to Triskelion Headquarters or one of S.H.I.E.L.D.’s other famous bases. He was probably guarding against him too. Was he treating him like a thief?

Come on!

Other than mysterious 084 objects, the database storing the world’s greatest number of secrets, powerful connections, all kinds of high-tech equipment, Quinjets, Sky Carriers, the Cosmic Cube, and talented scientists like Fitz and Simmons, he was not interested in anything else S.H.I.E.L.D. had, okay…

After entering, Black Widow led Old Wang into the basement, opened a hidden door, and continued downward. They descended dozens of steps before finally reaching the bottom.

Black Widow stood tall and proud. A milky-white beam shot from somewhere above the door and swept back and forth over the badge on the right side of her chest. Then a gentle voice sounded.

Level 7 Agent Natasha Romanoff, welcome to Feuerstein Base.

You have been authorized as this base's temporary commander. You possess Level 2 clearance and temporary supreme command authority.

The heavy intelligent fireproof door opened automatically, and Old Wang’s eyes lit up.

This was a secret base covering more than three thousand square meters, filled with modern facilities. Its walls were sturdy enough for air-raid-shelter standards and could even withstand a direct hit from a small missile.

That was only what he could see before him. A base like this definitely had more than one level.

Old Wang made a rough estimate. The construction costs and the cost of all its facilities combined came to at least ten million dollars.

And Egghead had no idea how many secret bases like this one he had hidden away—some in deserts, some in forests, some on mountains, some beneath the sea. Some might even be ten times larger than this.

He had aircraft, submarines, anti-aircraft artillery, all kinds of weapons, and all kinds of talented people.

He might even have stockpiled plenty of the latest Jericho Missiles.

What a filthy rich bastard. He really had money!

Old Wang even suspected that if all these secret bases counted as Egghead’s personal assets, he could probably crush at least half the people on the Forbes Rich List.

Unlike most wealthy people, what he possessed was not illusory wealth derived from stock prices, but genuine, tangible wealth. Not gold and silver, but things even gold and silver could not buy.

He deserved to be fleeced!

There were people in the secret base, and quite a few of them—more than a hundred in total.

There were men and women alike, all wearing military trousers and tank tops. The men had powerful muscles, while the women had well-developed chest muscles.

Everyone was either engaged in intense hand-to-hand combat or practicing with all sorts of firearms and martial techniques… though Old Wang had no idea whether that term was popular in this world.

Muffled groans, cries of pain, and moans rang out without end.

In short, every one of them was strong, and every one worked hard.

Even when they saw Old Wang arrive, none of them looked away or lost focus. Instead, they trained even harder.

"They are field agents transferred here from various places. They have passed layers of vetting and undergone the strictest lie-detector tests. They are absolutely trustworthy and definitely not Hydra. They have all been in S.H.I.E.L.D. for at least three years and possess at least Level 4 clearance."

Black Widow gave a brief introduction, then looked at Old Wang. "Master Wang, as S.H.I.E.L.D.’s special consultant, you have been granted Level 4 clearance. You may access files up to Level 4. The others have Level 3 clearance."

Only Level 4? Captain America had supposedly started at Level 8 when he first joined. Egghead, you’re looking down on me… Unable to bear such humiliation, Old Wang wore a satisfied expression while secretly clenching his fists. "Don’t say I’m not dedicated. Shall we start training now? Don’t worry, I’ll take it seriously. What if you don’t pay me otherwise… S.H.I.E.L.D. agents aren’t afraid of pain, are they?"

"All agents have received the strictest pain-tolerance training and experienced simulated labor pains for an entire week… The others can begin at any time. You need to come with me first."

Black Widow studied Old Wang seriously, puzzled over why this lazy man had suddenly become so diligent. The director’s salary was certainly generous, but you are the disciple of the Immortal Iron Fist. Could you stop viewing everything in terms of money?

She secretly looked down on him, then turned to look inside. "Your equipment is waiting for you."

"All right." Old Wang sounded somewhat regretful, though he was looking forward to the high-tech equipment. Turning around, he said, "You can start. You took so much money, so don’t slack off!"

Skye rolled her eyes. Old Wang, the moment you stick out your ass, I know which pair of underwear you’re going to wear.

Matt and Stick sensed the change in Old Wang’s emotions directly from his unusually accelerated heartbeat. They silently mourned for these agents who were taking the blame for Egghead.

Elektra’s beautiful eyes suddenly narrowed, and she instantly assumed a combat stance.

Gabe stood there in bewilderment. What was wrong with his brother, sisters, and grandfather? Why were they all rubbing their fists and gearing up?

Following Black Widow through three security doors, two corridors, and a flight of stairs, Old Wang finally arrived at the room on the lowest level of the entire base.

Before even entering the room, Old Wang heard fierce arguing.

A string of technical terms rushed into his ears one after another. For a moment, Old Wang felt as though he were listening to five hundred ducks.

"Leo Fitz and Jemma Simmons, the youngest genius scientists in the science division. They are responsible for creating your high-tech equipment."

Black Widow clearly had a headache as well. She rubbed her earlobe. "They are highly capable. They just talk too much."

Hearing those two familiar names, Old Wang was slightly taken aback. "Egghead is really willing to part with them?"