A massive white circular dome...
Marble pillars stretching as far as the eye could see...
Shelves lining both sides, filled with all manner of strange items...
Coulson could not even tell whether all this was an illusion or something that truly existed...
Of course, when he saw that Allen, Sakura, and Artoria—the three important targets—were all standing before him, his heart began pounding uncontrollably.
Especially the device in his hand, which kept issuing red alerts. Its readings were countless times higher than the residual levels detected at the dessert shop last time, accompanied by a series of piercing alarms.
Gulp!
The famously nice-guy agent swallowed involuntarily and licked his dry lips. Several times, he nervously reached for his gun, only to give up each time.
Because he understood that if the scientists in the laboratory were correct, then a mere handgun could not possibly pose even the slightest threat to the three people before him.
Or rather, with Earth's current technology and weapons, they might not even be able to harm them.
"You seem rather nervous, sir?" Allen broke the silence with a smile.
Perhaps it was his harmless appearance and elementary-schooler height that gave Coulson the subconscious illusion that he was facing a child. He quickly regained his composure and hurriedly pulled a black credential wallet from inside his jacket.
This time, he did not use the fake FBI or CIA identification he often used to bluff people. Instead, he presented his genuine S.H.I.E.L.D. credentials and formally introduced himself. "Hello, sir. I belong to an organization under the International Security Council that specializes in handling unusual incidents—the Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division. You may call me Phil Coulson. Although I do not know where you came from or why you suddenly appeared on Earth, your arrival has