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Leo's eyes narrowed slightly as he sensed Coulson's location.

His figure shifted once more, and he vanished from where he stood.

He appeared directly in front of Coulson—or rather, directly in front of the muzzles of several agents' guns.

However, Leo had appeared facing Coulson, so he failed to notice what was behind him.

"Hey, Coulson, what's wrong?"

Leo looked at Coulson, who was sitting on the ground, and pulled him to his feet. Only then did he turn to look behind him.

He found himself facing four pitch-black gun muzzles pointed straight at him.

The signature wings behind Leo had not appeared, and he was not even wearing a mask. He simply stood before them.

He understood why Coulson had used this method to make him sense the disturbance here.

The four agents stared at the figure that had suddenly appeared before them. They could not help but shudder and retreat half a step, their guns nearly going off accidentally.

But when their superior, Garrett, saw Leo's face, the confidence that had filled his features moments earlier suddenly faded into gloom.

His entire body stiffened in place, unable to move.

Leo looked at the four S.H.I.E.L.D. agents' corpses around him, then at the four agents standing before him, similarly dressed, and sighed softly.

He raised a hand, and the S.H.I.E.L.D.-issue restraints on May's hands instantly fell away, transforming into four Metal Darts that shot through the hearts of the other four men.

The darts flung sprays of blood through the air, and the four men collapsed heavily to the ground, never to breathe again.

At the same time, the four bloodstained Metal Darts did not pause as they pierced straight through the joints of Garrett's four limbs.

"Aaah!!"

The four Metal Darts formed a blade in midair and appeared