Seeing Nick Fury's carefree stride, everyone present was stunned. Even Evenson couldn't understand why Nick Fury, at this life-or-death moment, still had the mind to pet a cat.
No one had noticed he had this hobby before. Could it be that, now that things had reached such a desperate point, he had finally cast aside all his disguises and scheming and revealed himself to be a hardcore toe-bean enthusiast?
Orange tabbies are my favorite to pet, but you're really about to ascend. The sooner you're about to ascend, the more desperately you should pet them. If you don't pet them now, you won't get another chance after you ascend. You're really about to ascend? I'm really about to ascend! If I don't pet them now, I won't get another chance after I ascend!
Hmm... that actually wasn't impossible to understand. Teresa, in particular, nodded in agreement. Petting cats could be considered an extremely healthy activity. Couldn't all the troubles in the world be dissolved by those bright little eyes and those plump little toe beans?!
Under everyone's astonished gazes, Nick Fury carried the cat to the door. But the moment he opened it... "Ah, motherfucker!"
Evenson's Magic Bat was still hanging upside down from the ceiling by the door. The instant Nick Fury opened it, the bat spread its wings, bared its fangs and claws, and let out a shriek. It had just gnawed on someone's head, after all, and strips of flesh and brain matter still dangled from its teeth.
Under those circumstances, even someone as extraordinary as Nick Fury would be startled upon opening a door and suddenly seeing such a monster. Being startled wasn't a problem, but the arm holding its master instinctively tightened sharply.
The cat in his arms was squeezed so hard that it was