Nick Fury subconsciously touched his eye mask, and then said expressionlessly: "I have many ways to have it again, but that is not my eyes after all, and I have no intention of giving up on it."

Indeed, with SHIELD's huge resources, if he wanted to have a "eye" that could see things again, he would have been able to replace it, but in fact, he refused and always took charge of SHIELD in such a way. So Dior's proposal only caused a slight turmoil in his heart, but that's all.

"No, I'm not referring to something like prosthetic eye, electronic eye, or something, but an eye that is exactly the same as the one on your right, and there will be no rejection, and there is no need to worry about surgery."

Dior is not sure whether there is any technology that can complete eye transplantation in the Marvel world, but there are many things like prosthetic eyes, electronic eyes, etc.

So he guessed that Nick Fury didn't want to regain the light of his left eye, but he didn't want to transplant that kind of thing to make himself look like a freak.

But [Golden Experience] can ignore these, just like installing parts, it is so simple that it makes people speechless to repair it.

"What's the price?" Nick Fury said after a deep look at him.

"I think the Director of SHIELD's eyes are worth at least 10 million US dollars, right?" Dior said a sky-high price while talking and laughing!

He didn't have the kindness to give this black glutinous egg free eye treatment. He never even thought about using the [Golden Experience] experience card to make money. Maybe he would consider it when he really got this substitute, but now for him, every minute of use is extremely precious. The reason why he took the initiative to mention this ability is just to increase his weight, and fortunately he has some initiative in subsequent negotiations.

When facing a huge force like S.H.I.E.D., it is useless to show weakness. Such a result will only be eaten up like before. If Dior had not shown such strong strength just now, how could Nick Fury sit here and waste his time on a "little person" like him.

In other words, there is not enough chips, and there is not even the qualification to sit at the table!

"Ten million? This eye turns out to be so valuable..."

Nick Fury suddenly laughed. Is 10 million really more in his eyes? The amount of funds signed by him is at least tens of billions of dollars, but he will never use this money to make profits for himself.

"When you have ten million, maybe I will sell this eye to you. If you are interested, remember to contact me."

Without bargaining, he gave up on this topic directly and did not explore whether what Dior said was true or false.

Nick Fury's enlightenment made Dior look up at him. Not anyone can maintain a normal mentality or even be unmoved when facing this temptation. He underestimated this person too much.

Of course, this rejection may also be due to distrust of Dior. No one except himself knows the true value of his eyeball.

Ten million?

There are still a little less!

"I will consider it when I really have too much money to spend it in the future." Dior ended the topic half-true.

At the same time, Nick Fury and Dior both regarded each other as those who were very difficult to deal with, and it was difficult to fool...

After this verbal confrontation, Dior's nerves were particularly tired. He didn't want to stay here anymore, so he stood up and said, "It seems that the willingness to cooperate is difficult to achieve. I think I should go back too. There are still many customers waiting for me to entertain you tomorrow. By the way, I won't bother you to see you off when I go back. After all, I am a little braver and don't want to be knocked down by someone as soon as I fly into the sky. Stay tuned, let's go, a few."

After saying that, he carried the suitcase containing the $200,000 and left the same route as the way he came. During the whole process, Nick Fury was like an old monk who had entered into meditation, motionless and silent, which made Natasha feel particularly strange. This was not like the director she remembered.

"Are you just letting him leave like that?" Natasha asked casually. In fact, she was the person who least wanted to see the situation turn into a conflict of force. Only by experiencing it personally can she know the terribleness of the other party, and this kind of battle has no meaning at all.

Then suddenly, Natasha was stunned and closed her mouth speechlessly.

The pistol used by Nick Fury to defend himself is being dismembered at this moment. No, it may not be appropriate to say that the dismemberment is. In the eyes of Nick Fury and Natasha, the pistol floating in the air seems to be being crushed into pieces by someone little by little...

This is Dior's last warning before leaving!

What happens if this power hits a person's body?

No wonder the director didn't say a word from beginning to end...

Natasha immediately understood, and at the same time, her right hand moved little by little like downwards. Facing this invisible monster, only the gun could make her feel more at ease.

"Don't move!"

"Um?"

Nick Fury suddenly stopped shouting in a low voice, while Natasha was a little confused.

"It is staring at you, don't have any dangerous movements, put your hands down and slowly..."

Although she was one step slower than Nick Fury, Natasha immediately noticed the sense of crisis lingering around her, so she immediately placed her hand in front of her as the director said.

The creepy feeling immediately relaxed, and at this time the whole gun's residue had fallen on the table in front of them.

Through the communication of [World], Dior, who was hiding around the corner at this time, was no more than ten meters away from it, suddenly smiled, then ignored all the strange gazes of everyone around him, walked out with his head held high and no one dared to stop him!

The picture returns to Nick Fury, and the air in the entire lounge is particularly quiet. Nick Fury and Natasha have always maintained their previous posture and dared not move at all. Fortunately, such a dilemma cannot stump their experienced legendary agents, who can hold on for another hour, but the feeling of fighting wits and courage with the air is really bad, especially the strange gazes from those who are unaware of the situation are even more depressing, but they cannot speak out.

"What's wrong with the Director?"

"I don't know, maybe I'm thinking about something."

"Then let's go quickly and don't bother them."

A few minutes later, an agent hesitated for a while before coming forward to report: "Director, the gentleman who had just left asked me to bring you a word, saying... Say, don't look at it, he has left."
Chapter completed!