Marvel: Undercover in S.H.I.E.L.D., I'm So Evil

"Kurohane! That's the seventh drug dealer you've put behind bars this week!"



A thin wisp of smoke still curled from the remnants of the last villain's cremated ashes, the one who had met his end under the barrel of Kurohane's gun. Just imagine, two hundred and fifty grams of bullet fragments lodged in that drug lord's body!



"We're S.H.I.E.L.D. agents, not members of the National Narcotics Board!"



A loud thud startled the room. Nick Fury, the Director, slammed the file in his hand onto the desk in a fit of rage, his one eye piercing sharply at the Asian man before him. His raised voice was a clear indication of his burning anger. His bald, dark head gleamed like a salted egg ready to be cracked open.



"Next time, Director," Kurohane's voice was cold yet filled with conviction, "I'll switch to a weapon with a larger caliber. One that can directly... obliterate the target."