Uehara Naraku is a superhero and also the Director of S.H.I.E.L.D., and his duty is to wipe out all of you terrorists who endanger the world!"
"I understand."
Ichimaru Gin nodded with a smile, continuing leisurely, "Then hurry up and go meet him, it's best not to keep our Director waiting too long..."
"This is dangerous!"
The new President tightly gripped the microphone, his expression grim as he spoke, "If our relationship is exposed in front of Uehara Naraku, the Director of S.H.I.E.L.D.…"
"Don't worry."
Ichimaru Gin opened his eyes again, slowly walked to the desk, and watched the cold sweat on the new President's face, couldn't help but chuckle lightly, "If you move even a bit slower, it would be truly dangerous for you..."
"I'll call him over."
The President had to maintain appearances.
Even though before he became President, when he was still Vice President, he could boss around Uehara Naraku, the Director of S.H.I.E.L.D., they had just never interacted directly.
"I suggest you greet him in person…"
Ichimaru Gin sat back down beside his chair, reached for a clean tea cup, and picked up several oranges from the fruit bowl on the table, using his spiritual power to squeeze the oranges, trying to make a cup of freshly squeezed juice bit by bit.
"Shut up!"
The new President interrupted Ichimaru Gin with a grim expression and then instructed his secretary, "Have Director Uehara come directly to my office."
After speaking, the new President hung up the phone.
After he put down the phone, his anger was no longer hidden: "This Director of S.H.I.E.L.D. isn't a slick old hand like the former Director Nick Fury; he's a novice who just took office not too long ago… Why are you still here?"
"Do you want to meet him here?"
"Do you want to have a big fight with him right here in the White House?"
"Go hide inside immediately, or leave here!"
The new President gestured for Ichimaru Gin to hide in the small bedroom next to the office, and after saying a few words, his anger gradually dissipated, and his attitude improved: "Don't worry, I won't betray you, and I'll let you know everything I say to this Director Uehara…"
"Is that so?"
Ichimaru Gin chuckled softly, lowered his head, picked up the cup of freshly squeezed juice he'd made using his spiritual power, and slowly stood up, walking to the door of the office.
Ichimaru Gin ignored the increasingly unsightly expression of the new President, smiling as he continued, "However, Mr. President, there's one thing you got wrong… No matter what I've said to you, this Director Uehara will know."
"What exactly do you want to do!"
The new President's eyes filled with panic.
Does this guy named Ichimaru Gin want to expose them? Is it still possible to pretend to be held hostage by Ichimaru Gin and attempt murder? Can he deceive Uehara Naraku, this rookie Director?
If he acts as if he's being held hostage by Ichimaru Gin now, can he possibly deceive Uehara Naraku?
As the new President was lost in thought, suddenly the door to the President's office opened, and Uehara Naraku, dressed in a black leather jacket, strode in.
The new President's face immediately showed an expression of having found a savior, and he hurriedly called out for help, "Director Uehara, be careful of the assassin, he's trying to in the White House..."
The plea for help was cut short, his performance unfinished, as the new President's voice abruptly stopped.
Because, in his view, Ichimaru Gin merely smiled and lowered his head, raised the juice towards Uehara, and handed it to Uehara Naraku.
"Your juice, Sir."
"Mm…"
Uehara Naraku casually took the juice from Ichimaru Gin's hand, and after finishing it in one gulp, he clicked his tongue in appreciation: "Tsk, not bad, using spiritual power to squeeze juice, did Kabuto teach you this trick?"
"Yes."
The interaction between the two seemed very harmonious.
It was as if their relationship had always been so familiar.
As if Uehara Naraku had always been so accustomed to enjoying the offerings from Ichimaru Gin.