"Just received the report?" Coulson was speaking with Nick Fury over video. On the other end, Nick Fury froze for a moment, then asked with an ugly expression, "You handed that dog over to someone else?"
Ever since that brief encounter with Hubbs, Nick Fury had been traumatized. A talking dog was frightening enough, but now ordinary people might not even be able to outtalk it.
If word got out, rumors might spread in a couple of days that canines had suddenly undergone hyper-evolution, developed advanced intelligence, and would soon replace humanity as Earth's new masters. Then bottled water in supermarkets would be priced like gasoline, and Hollywood might even make movies like Hound Planet or Rise of the Dogs.
That was why Nick Fury had repeatedly told Coulson to keep an eye on that dog. Yet now Coulson had handed it over to someone else. At this rate, Hollywood screenwriters would soon have a new script to write.
"Sir, I've already made arrangements. I guarantee that dog won't cause any trouble." Facing Nick Fury's scrutinizing gaze, Coulson hurriedly gave his assurance.
"You can guarantee it? Give me a break." Nick Fury was full of distrust, practically saying, Don't make me laugh. "That dog isn't even afraid of me. Why would it listen to you?"
Theoretically speaking, Nick Fury was more intimidating than Coulson in every way. So it was safe to say that if even he could not handle someone, Coulson certainly could not either. But this time, Coulson confidently revealed his method. "With fifty kilograms of prime beef and twenty large bags of premium luxury dog food, that dog now obeys my every command."
Nick Fury blinked his one eye several times. Thinking back, that dog really was greedy. Coupled with his trust in Coulson's abilities, he knew