We're Professional, We Don't Usually Laugh

Chen Changsheng turned around to look at the approaching crowd after confirming that Tony Stark's condition was gradually stabilizing.

The Iron Man with the Arc Reactor in his chest was the Iron Man from his memories. These shrapnel would have to stay in Tony Stark's heart for another year or so.

Chen Changsheng stood still, Tony Stark lying motionless at his feet.

To Chen Changsheng's surprise, the first to arrive were not the NYPD, but a group of men in suits and ties. These men were well-equipped and agile, moving quickly through the debris.

They stopped about twenty meters from Chen Changsheng, raising their weapons with safeties off, and warily eyeing him.

The scene clearly indicated that they would shoot to neutralize the threat if Chen Changsheng made any sudden moves. Chen Changsheng wasn't afraid; what could a small handgun do to him?

"Put your hands on your head and squat immediately. Do not resist unnecessarily." The men in black shouted, attempting to persuade Chen Changsheng to surrender. In their eyes, Chen Changsheng appeared to be a terrorist holding Tony Stark hostage and attempting to carry out an attack.

Just as Chen Changsheng was considering how to respond to the men in black, a piercing cry came from the distance, "Tony!"

Chen Changsheng looked over and saw Pepper. Happy was following behind her, panting, but Pepper had already left him far behind.

Pepper rushed towards them while shouting, and even the professional men in black couldn't stop her.

As the men in black exchanged glances, Pepper ran past Chen Changsheng, still calling out. Too concerned about Tony's condition, she didn't notice Chen Changsheng standing beside her.

Reaching Tony, she saw him lying motionless on the ground and was at a loss. Trembling, she slowly extended a hand towards Tony's nose.

Chen Changsheng, standing nearby, spoke, "He's still alive."

Hearing this, Pepper immediately retracted her hand and turned her gaze behind her, seeing Chen Changsheng standing quietly. As if finding an outlet, Pepper frantically questioned Chen Changsheng about Tony's condition.

Chen Changsheng, annoyed by Pepper's incessant questions, walked over to Tony and lightly slapped his face twice.

The men in black raised their guns again because of Chen Changsheng's action, clearly showing their heightened vigilance.

Fortunately, Tony stirred slightly from the slaps, groaning as if he had just woken up.

However, amidst the ruins, with his damaged armor and blood-stained face, Tony looked like a typical American homeless person.

As Chen Changsheng was struggling to figure out how to deal with the men in black, a lean, slightly balding middle-aged man in a very neat suit stepped forward.

In front of everyone, he addressed Chen Changsheng, "Mr. Jack, you have the right to remain silent, but anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. Please tell us truthfully what happened here."

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"..." Chen Changsheng fell silent upon recognizing the man who had stepped forward. Wasn't that Coulson from S.H.I.E.L.D.? It wasn't even dawn yet; could he at least take off those dark sunglasses...

Right, S.H.I.E.L.D. wasn't called S.H.I.E.L.D. yet; it was called the Department of Homeland Security or something. Never mind, let's just call it S.H.I.E.L.D. The name was too cumbersome for Chen Changsheng to even think about.

Coulson waited for Chen Changsheng's reaction after reciting his catchphrase, but Chen Changsheng remained still, silently watching Coulson.

In the silence, an awkwardness emerged. Even for a professional like Coulson, the corners of his eyes twitched beneath his sunglasses.

Just as Coulson was considering repeating his catchphrase, Happy finally arrived at the scene.

Happy, upon approaching, clearly didn't notice the awkward atmosphere. With his naturally friendly demeanor and already knowing Coulson, he walked up to him casually.

Seeing acquaintances on both sides, Happy put an arm around the stiffly standing Coulson's shoulder and, panting, asked Chen Changsheng, "Jack, what are you doing here?"

Coulson's eye twitched even more due to Happy's action, and even his large sunglasses couldn't completely hide the movement of his eyebrows.

"I will not say anything until my lawyer arrives. We can discuss any matters once my lawyer is here." Chen Changsheng really didn't know how to respond to Coulson, so he resorted to a classic movie line.

As soon as he said this, Happy looked utterly bewildered, and Coulson nearly lost his balance. The stern and vigilant men in black also twitched their shoulders, clearly struggling to contain themselves.

"What are you talking about? Jack, I'm asking how Tony is." Happy, not understanding, continued to ask the question he cared about most.

Chen Changsheng let out a soft "Oh," as if just realizing, and then said to Happy, "Tony is fine, he just fainted. I'm just curious, wearing sunglasses at night, can you really see the road?" As he spoke, Chen Changsheng pointed at Coulson.

Coulson, wearing his sunglasses, inwardly exclaimed, "Of course, he's talking about me! Even if I can't see the road ahead, my peripheral vision can still perceive the surrounding environment!"

As if sensing Coulson's thoughts, Chen Changsheng added, "If you can see, then why aren't you looking directly at me? Or you could take off your sunglasses."

"..." Coulson was now truly embarrassed. He had been wearing sunglasses since arriving because he thought it made him look professional. However, it was too dark at night, and there were no light sources, so Coulson couldn't see Chen Changsheng clearly from a distance. He had been standing sideways, observing Chen Changsheng's movements and expressions with his peripheral vision.

These subtle actions were pointed out so directly by Chen Changsheng, which was quite embarrassing.

However, as an elite agent of S.H.I.E.L.D., Coulson possessed exceptional psychological resilience. He removed his sunglasses expressionlessly and put them in his jacket pocket. He then looked at Chen Changsheng and was about to speak again when a discordant chuckle came from behind him.

One of the men in black brought by Coulson couldn't help but let out a soft laugh. The others, who had been holding back their amusement, also chuckled softly.

It was as the saying goes: we are professionals, we usually don't laugh, unless we can't help it.

Coulson gave his subordinates what he considered a stern look. Amidst their serious expressions, he turned back to Chen Changsheng and asked again.

"Mr. Jack, we need to know what exactly happened here. Please cooperate with our investigation."

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