I Have a Girlfriend in Marvel

Su Ye and Sharon Carter stayed at Oscorp until evening.

Managing a $200 billion company involves countless considerations and requires learning an overwhelming amount of information.

For Su Ye, a high school graduate with no prior experience in these areas, there was even more to learn, and it couldn't be done in just a day or two.

By the end of the day, Su Ye had only gained a general understanding of Oscorp's business ventures and some information about its suppliers and vendors.

As for management, he only learned one principle: "Leave professional matters to professionals."

Managing a large company starts with managing people. If the right people are in place, the company's operations won't encounter major issues.

But in terms of managing people, Su Ye had a long way to go, as the human mind is the hardest to predict.

Late at night, the Chevrolet cruised through Manhattan's streets. Sharon Carter was driving, while Su Ye sat in the passenger seat, massaging his temples.

Managing a company was definitely less enjoyable than fighting.

Fighting enemies brought a thrill of conquest; even sparring with women had its own sense of triumph. But learning to manage a company only brought frustration from being overwhelmed by endless details.

"Boss, where to? Home or the Muse Bar?" Sharon Carter asked.

There was alcohol at the bar and her at home—either way, he could relax. But as a secretary, she could only present the options; the choice was up to Su Ye.

"Home—" Su Ye had just started to speak when Sharon Carter's phone rang. She answered, and Phil Coulson's urgent voice came through immediately.

"Agent 13, where are you? Return to base immediately! There's an urgent mission!"

Sharon Carter's decision to act as Su Ye's secretary was her own; Nick Fury and Phil Coulson were unaware and assumed she was on personal leave. They wouldn't contact her unless it was serious.

Now that they'd called, and with such urgency, it was clearly a major incident.

"Sir, I'm currently outside Oscorp in Manhattan," Sharon Carter replied quietly, reporting her location.

She felt a bit relieved; had the call come thirty minutes later, she might've been too busy to answer.

"In Manhattan? Perfect. There's an emergency in Harlem—someone's rampaging on the streets. General Ross is there with military personnel, but they've suffered heavy casualties, and many civilians have been affected. Get to the scene immediately and assess the situation!"

"Remember, your mission is reconnaissance only. Do not engage. Wait for us to arrive!"

Phil Coulson quickly finished speaking and hung up immediately.

If a clown robbed a bank, S.H.I.E.L.D. might not intervene, but when someone starts taking out soldiers bare-handed on the streets, they had no choice but to get involved.

Sharon Carter turned to Su Ye. Coulson was her superior, but so was Su Ye now. Since she had volunteered to be his secretary, she couldn't completely disregard her boss.

"Let's go check it out. I'll come along; there's nothing much to do at home anyway."

"Yes, Boss!"

The car performed a sleek drift and turned straight toward Harlem. Clearly, Sharon Carter's driving skills were impressive.

Su Ye wondered to himself how her other "maneuvering" skills might be. Maybe they could exchange notes on driving techniques sometime.

Harlem was in northern Manhattan, just a few kilometers away. With Sharon Carter's reckless driving, they arrived in less than five minutes.

From a distance, they saw flames roaring at the end of the road, with various vehicles overturned by the roadside, including several military jeeps.

Further away, explosions echoed intermittently, accompanied by vehicles flying dozens of meters into the air—whether from being bombed or thrown—crashing down and turning buildings or other vehicles into scrap.

They couldn't drive any further, so they got out and stood at a distance, watching the explosions.

Sharon Carter pulled out her communicator and initiated a live video call with Phil Coulson. "Sir, the situation here is terrible!"

Sharon wasn't entirely sure what was happening, but she felt that even if Coulson brought reinforcements, it would be impossible to get close without casualties.

Su Ye, however, had some guesses about the situation.

The explosions in Harlem, the circling military helicopters, and his super vision picking out the hulking green figure rampaging in the distance—the answer was obvious.

"Understood. Find a safe spot to observe from a distance. We'll be there as soon as we can!"

Coulson was still urgently talking through the communicator, but Su Ye thought their arrival wasn't necessary. As long as the man in the helicopter didn't jump down, more S.H.I.E.L.D. agents would only add to the body count.

Of course, that was the original storyline. Now that Su Ye was here, had already revealed his fighter identity to S.H.I.E.L.D., and even proposed setting up a division within S.H.I.E.L.D. to Nick Fury...

He figured he should at least demonstrate something to justify his identity and proposal.

"Tell them not to rush. For now, this area is under the jurisdiction of our Red Shield Division."

As he spoke, Su Ye removed his coat and started walking forward, a mask appearing in his hand at some point.

"Red Shield Division?" Sharon Carter stared blankly at Su Ye. "When was that established?"

Su Ye turned back, smiling at Sharon. "Right now, right here. The Red Shield Division is officially established, and I'm its first commander. Want to join us, comrade?"

Sharon Carter wore a troubled expression. She had only just begun her mission, and now he had unilaterally established a division. What should she do? Should she keep playing along?

"Red Shield Division? Why haven't I heard of it?" Coulson mumbled through the communicator.

Su Ye didn't seem to press Sharon for a decision, merely shrugged with a smile. "You can think about it. No rush."

With that, he turned and strode toward the fiery scene, placing the mask—painted with a red Guan Yu opera face—over his own.

Since it was the Red Shield Division, wearing a red-faced mask seemed fitting.

He had bought it in Chinatown to conceal his fighter identity. Plus, it was a small nod to cultural exchange.