Henry's final sentence sounded like a request for permission, but in truth, he naturally did not care whether S.H.I.E.L.D. agreed or not. Like a gentleman, he merely extended an inviting hand to Betty Ross at his side.
Used as a shield, Betty Ross remained composed, her beautiful eyes blinking. Yet she did not say anything to ruin the moment. Instead, she took Henry's outstretched hand, ready to leave with him.
Though she did not know where this man's aversion toward the FBI—Betty Ross naturally could not recognize S.H.I.E.L.D. beneath its disguise—came from, she did not have much fondness for official organizations either. If it made things easier, she certainly had no objections.
With the daughter of a four-star general at his side, Henry was not someone S.H.I.E.L.D. could easily block, regardless of whether her relationship with her father was harmonious. So Phil Coulson briskly stepped aside, though he felt somewhat disappointed.
Just as the broad-foreheaded S.H.I.E.L.D. agent moved away, Henry used a high-frequency command tone to issue an order through the microphone hidden on him, telling the Sparrow Drones to abandon their previous target and lock onto this man instead.
Though the spy drones operated in groups of three and were not at the scene, working with a private satellite over the East Coast made changing targets and continuously tracking Phil Coulson no great problem.
Henry could not completely ignore Cathy Weber's warning. He was simply cooperating and observing in a different way. It was better to maintain a certain distance from S.H.I.E.L.D., especially given the possibility that they were working with the Skrulls.
Henry had not forgotten how those Skrulls acted like mad dogs, going crazy whenever they saw him, a Kryptonian.
The enemy of my enemy was my friend. Then the enemy's friend could also be considered an