Killer B sat in the car, looked at Coulson in the passenger seat, and said, "Coulson, I'm rather interested in that staff."
"After the Bureau recovers it, could you bring it to trade with me?"
Hearing Killer B's words, Coulson was a little surprised. He hadn't expected even the Ninja to be interested in Asgardian weapons.
"I need to make a request to the Director. The disposition of an 084 Object isn't something I can decide."
"But what are you planning to use for the trade?"
Killer B didn't even think about it before blurting out, "Physical Enhancement Serum. As for the exact quantity, we can discuss it."
Clearly, when it came to a weapon that could directly increase its wielder's strength, Killer B did not think one Physical Enhancement Serum would be enough to exchange for it.
Coulson nodded. "I'll have the Director consider it carefully."
Soon, after night fell, Elliot Randolph brought everyone, including Killer B, to the outside of the church where he had stored the third section of the Scepter.
Pushing open the church doors, Elliot Randolph said with a smile, "I haven't been here in a while. I wonder..."
Elliot Randolph looked at the materials laid out on the table and quickly took a few steps over to them.
"Yes, right here. Still here."
Everyone followed Elliot Randolph to the book. The book was open, revealing the page with a portrait drawn on it that looked like a saint.
Elliot Randolph smiled. "The nose isn't quite right, but..."
Coulson glanced at it and asked curiously, "Is that you?"
Elliot Randolph nodded. "Yes. They revered me like a saint."
Grant Ward immediately mocked, "That's because they were idiots."
"Where's the staff?"
Elliot Randolph pointed upstairs and said with a smile, "Upstairs."
Everyone followed Elliot Randolph