"An ordinary agent? It's hard to imagine that a few months ago, you probably wouldn't have casually attacked even ordinary agents like these."
"Can't be helped. Reality keeps moving forward, and aren't you constantly changing your methods for dealing with me as well? It's just that I'm too strong, leaving you helpless." Duva walked in.
No matter how hard Coulson tried to hide it, his face still showed profound dejection. "I originally thought I could win this time. No matter how I looked at it, you should have been the one to lose. You had no chance at all."
His voice carried deep exhaustion and bitterness.
Why had it turned out this way?
For this battle, Coulson had made countless preparations. He had personally contacted the Eternals and gone deep into the South American Rainforest to bring Druig out.
He had run countless simulations on the computer and considered every possible factor. Once he learned of Druig's abilities and discovered that they worked on Xenomorphs, he had become even more convinced that he could win.
Duva had won so many times. This time, Coulson felt that he ought to win at least once, just once. Then he could send Duva to prison and lock him away forever.
Yet the entire battle had left even the seasoned Coulson dumbfounded. He had wondered whether he had somehow picked up the wrong script, whether some unknown enemy had altered his perceptions and everything he saw was an illusion.
"Druig successfully controlled every Xenomorph, only to turn that power against his own kind. Such betrayal would be rare even in human history, let alone among the Eternals."
Coulson slowly rose from before the computer desk, let out a long breath, stretched his arms, and gave a deep stretch, as though he really were nothing