Watson saw that face that would instantly make anyone feel good, and that dangerously receding hairline = = "Hmm, it's indeed Colson, the kind-hearted village chief of the transmigrators' welcoming village. He's a really good guy."
"By the way, I'm actually a huge fan of his."
"But…" Watson rolled his eyes. "Who are you? What do you want? There's such a big hole next to us, what's the point of knocking on the door?"
Coulson naturally walked in through the large hole. "I just wanted to show some politeness and goodwill. I'm very sorry to disturb you, Mr. Watson. Let me introduce myself, I'm Coulson, from the Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division."
"Homeland what-what division?"
"Strategic Homeland Intervention…"
"Alright, alright—don't say it anymore. I can't remember what this division is called. In short, it's a government organization like the FBI or CIA, right? What do you want with me? I'm a law-abiding citizen!" Watson started to play dumb with Coulson (it was so fun to tease Coulson—). "Hmm! I'll try to act like a weak little lamb."
Coulson glanced at the obviously blast-created hole. A law-abiding citizen?
"I'm very sorry, we are still working on the name issue. However, Mr. Watson, may I come in and sit down?"
"Of course, come on in. Coffee?"
"That would be perfect, sir."
Sitting down, Coulson extended his hand to Watson. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Watson. In fact, we are not like the FBI or CIA, but a higher-level, more covert global organization, and our goal is to protect the rights and interests of all humanity!"
Watson shook his hand symbolically. "What does that have to do with me? Although I have a small situation here, I'm already prepared to communicate with the police."
"Then, Mr. Watson, could you please explain what this 'small situation' is about?" Coulson said, placing some photos on the table. The photos clearly showed Watson standing with two Great Jagras.
Coulson looked at the silent Watson and continued, "Not long ago, you were just an ordinary person. But after a car accident, you suddenly gained superhuman strength and some unusual pets! If it weren't for Mr. Watson always being a law-abiding citizen, I wouldn't be here today."
Watson calmly listened to Coulson, then looked up. "So you want…?"
"Don't misunderstand, we actually have a complete procedure for these kinds of things. As long as Mr. Watson signs this document, we will maintain eternal friendship!"
Looking at the document Coulson placed on the table, it was clearly a contract of servitude!
Watson, who had been too busy playing, had forgotten that before this good-natured man truly became his friend, he was a qualified senior agent! And S.H.I.E.L.D.'s consistent method was to control uncontrollable powers!
Thinking of this, Watson's gaze slowly turned cold.
It seems that if I don't push back against your show of force, you won't behave. A little lamb, huh? That really doesn't suit me!
Since I've already been exposed, let me show you the power of a dragon!
"System! Will Jagras 1 and Jagras 2 be harmed by firearms?"
"Ding! After system optimization, the dragon's body is now more in line with the rules of this world!"
"Great Jagras, as a low-tier dragon species, is immune to small-caliber weapons! Medium-caliber weapons will cause minor damage! Large-caliber weapons will cause effective damage!"
With a plan in mind, Watson silently opened his minimap and found a figure named Clinton Francis Barton.
He was watching him from a nearby rooftop!
Indeed, Coulson, as a senior agent, was still just an ordinary person. When facing supernatural powers, he still needed someone with actual strength!
He checked the distance between himself and the famous Hawkeye via the map.
"System! Deploy Jagras 1 behind this person! Devour him directly! Store him!"
"Deploy Jagras 2 in a deserted area outside! Go scare those hidden rats!"
"It's okay if they're crippled, just don't eat anyone directly. Now is not the time to fall out with S.H.I.E.L.D.!"
At this moment, Hawkeye was on a distant rooftop, intently watching Watson converse with Coulson, his shock arrow ready to fire at any moment!
Suddenly! He felt a slight tremor behind him! Someone!? Just as he was about to turn around for a side kick! He immediately smelled a fishy wind!
Then he realized, it had gotten dark!
"Holy sh*t…!!"
"Roar~"
Jagras 1, after swallowing Hawkeye, fiddled with its tongue for a moment, then spat out Hawkeye's bow and communication equipment.
Jagras 1, looking satisfied, disappeared into light particles with its 'new friend'.
The two of them combined weren't even two-thirds the size of Jagras 1. It's just… I wonder if they'll feel a bit cramped?
After completing the operation, a smirk appeared on Watson's lips.
Meanwhile, Coulson, sitting opposite him, suddenly felt very uneasy! Things seemed to be spiraling out of control!
The moment his thoughts turned, continuous gunshots rang out from outside!
Multiple voices suddenly erupted in his earpiece!
"! What! F*ck! What is this monster! Retreat! Retreat!"
"It's coming! It's coming! Pull back quickly! Shoot its eyes! Quickly!"
"Find cover! Hurry! F*ck! We need a doctor here!"
Coulson instantly stood up! Just as he was about to pull out his gun to subdue Watson, he heard Watson's leisurely voice.
"If I were you, I'd sit down obediently."
No sooner had he spoken than Coulson felt a huge breath beside his ear!
Puffs of hot air blew onto his neck! Another monster!? When did it get here!?
Coulson, trying hard to control his emotions, slowly sat down, terrified of accidentally becoming monster droppings!
"Spit them out."
Jagras 1, behind Coulson, extended its large mouth forward, and *spit*!
With a squelch, two human figures wrapped in a transparent liquid were spat out.
Hmm… Quail Wolf was still unconscious, but Hawkeye, immediately after being spat out, stood up with a wary expression.
Then… he looked at the slime all over his body… "Ugh—! F*ck! What is this stuff! Wait… I remember, I think… I was eaten!"
He looked up and saw a surprised Coulson sitting in front of him. Seeing this scene, Coulson looked into Watson's eyes. "What do you want!?"
"Have your people cease resistance, and likewise, my pets will stop!"
Seeing this, Coulson had no choice but to speak into his communicator, "This is Coulson. Now, everyone, put down your weapons. The other party will cease fire simultaneously with us!"
The agents, who were in the thick of the fight outside, heard this order, first looked at the monster with a slight hesitation, then decisively put down their weapons. "Everyone, put down your guns, danger averted!"
After all, they were elite agents on Earth. Their first reaction upon hearing the order was to obey, because no one knew what price this ceasefire had come at!
Their rash actions could lead to even more serious consequences!
Indeed, after they put down their weapons, the monster ran around a distant corner and disappeared.
Coulson, hearing the outcome outside, turned off his communicator and looked at his old friend who was now sitting beside him.
He said to Watson, "Alright, Mr. Watson, please state your conditions now. From now on, only the three of us will know what is discussed."
Then he unconsciously shuffled away from Hawkeye.