The Invisible Man's Imitator - The Silly Baldy

Phil Coulson left Matt's office and walked to his antique-looking car. Before getting in, he quietly said to a passerby next to him, "Keep a close eye on Murdock, from all angles. I came to ask him about the Invisible Man today. He'll definitely try to notify the Invisible Man, whether it's by going to find him personally or contacting him by phone."

"Yes, sir!" The passerby also lowered his voice and responded casually before turning to leave.

Their exchange was so subtle that no one else could have noticed it, not even the people nearby.

However, Phil Coulson didn't know that as he was quietly giving orders to his subordinate, Matt's ears twitched slightly in the office.

Even though the Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division is powerful, they don't seem to have complete control over my information. At least they don't fully understand my hearing. Matt's lips curved into a slight smile.

Phil Coulson slowly drove away in his vintage car, simultaneously opening a line to Nick Fury.

"Phil Coulson, what's the result?"

"Sorry, Director. Murdock doesn't seem willing to reveal any information about the Invisible Man. And he doesn't seem to have much good feeling towards us," Phil Coulson said while driving.

"Why?"

"Because he thinks we should eliminate tumors like Kingpin, but we've been doing nothing," Phil Coulson said helplessly.

"Kingpin? Organized crime like that can never disappear in America. It's better to have someone consolidate them than let them run wild. This way, it can reduce a lot of unnecessary trouble. It seems Murdock is just someone blinded by hatred," Nick Fury concluded about Matt.

In Nick Fury's view, a relatively stable mafia rule was much better than countless chaotic gangs. He also believed that Matt's targeting of Kingpin was solely because Kingpin had killed Matt's father. He considered it a personal vendetta.

"Perhaps... uh." Phil Coulson suddenly paused.

"What's wrong? Did something happen, Phil Coulson?" Nick Fury asked with concern.

"No, nothing. It's just that because of the Invisible Man and Daredevil, many people have started imitating them."

"Imitating?"

"Yes, there's an imitator right in front of me, a silly bald guy," Phil Coulson said, looking at a dazed, vacant-eyed bald Asian man not far away, carrying a plastic bag. He looked somewhat sturdy, likely someone who did manual labor or exercised regularly. He was wearing a yellow tight-fitting suit, definitely cheap, as the workmanship and material were poor, just ordinary fabric. He also had a white cape draped behind him and red gloves.

He looked somewhat comical.

Of course, Phil Coulson was certain this was some kind of "hero costume," an outfit.

"Phil Coulson, are you saying a silly bald guy?" Nick Fury's voice came through the communicator.

"Yes—uh, Director, I wasn't talking about you. This person I'm talking about is of Asian descent, while your bald head is black. They're completely different," Phil Coulson quickly explained.

"...So, are you mocking me?"

"No, no, absolutely not. I, I just, Director, hold on a moment." To prevent Nick Fury from harboring resentment, Phil Coulson quickly took out his phone, aimed it at the seemingly silly bald man by the roadside, and took a picture. He sent it directly to Nick Fury: "Director, I'm talking about this person."

"Who is this person?" Nick Fury asked, looking at the photo of the person with vacant eyes, giving off a silly, cute vibe.

"Uh, an imitator of the Invisible Man and Daredevil."

"I don't want an imitator, I want the real Invisible Man! Phil Coulson! I think you might need a change of work environment. How about Antarctica? There are cute penguins to keep you company."

"No, no, Director, I still have a lot of work to finish here..."

"Don't worry, I'll arrange for someone to take over your job."

"Director..."

Saitama, carrying discounted milk and other groceries he bought from the supermarket, was in a very good mood. He thought Skye was amazing for getting insider information on supermarket discounts. It was incredible, something he could barely imagine before. Every time he bought these discounted foods, he felt an unprecedented sense of satisfaction and happiness.

"Hmm? I feel like someone's watching me." Saitama looked around and vaguely determined the gaze was coming from a car not far away. However, it was just a look; he didn't sense any other malice, so Saitama didn't pay it any mind.

"Maybe I can have hot pot again today. But the hot pot seasoning isn't on sale today, so never mind. Hot pot can wait for another time," Saitama muttered as he slowly walked home. He passed by a vintage car.

Phil Coulson in the vintage car subconsciously glanced at Saitama before driving away. He had many things to do. He had barely managed to get Nick Fury to let him off the hook this time, and he didn't want to give Fury any more leverage over his work, or he might really end up in Antarctica with the penguins. Although penguins looked cute, their meat wasn't tasty at all, mostly fat with little lean meat, and it had a faint, unpleasant smell...

And so, Saitama and Phil Coulson's first meeting ended just like that. Phil Coulson, in particular, had no idea that Saitama was the Invisible Man he was desperately searching for.

If Phil Coulson knew he had just brushed past the Invisible Man he was looking for, he might have felt the urge to smash his head against a wall.

"Get lost, you bastards, get lost! Aren't you afraid the Invisible Man will show up?" a woman with some looks retreated, cursing at a few thugs.

"Invisible Man?" The thugs exchanged glances upon hearing the name. As members of New York's underworld, they were certainly aware of the Invisible Man, who was practically the terminator of thugs. However, they were reluctant to give up the easy money that was within their grasp.

"Quick, as long as we act fast, grab the money and leave before the Invisible Man shows up, then the Invisible Man won't find us."

"Right! That's it!" The thugs conferred and then set their sights back on the woman.

Seeing the thugs' gazes, the woman's heart sank: "Help, help me!"

"Shut up, you shrew! Hand over the money quickly! The Invisible Man is powerful, but he can't be here by coincidence—" Before he could finish speaking, the thugs were sent flying. The woman was left standing alone in the empty space where she had been in a defensive posture.

Looking at the unconscious thugs and the empty surroundings, the woman couldn't help but show an excited expression: "Is it you, Invisible Man? I knew it had to be you. Thank you, thank you."

No one responded. The woman was a little disappointed. She had hoped for a chance encounter with the Invisible Man, or perhaps a friendly fling. Now, it seemed impossible.

Inevitably, the woman turned her gaze to the unconscious thugs, walked over, and stomped hard on their vital spots with her high heels. Miserable screams erupted from the unconscious thugs. The sound was so tragic that even two stray dogs, who had been about to couple, couldn't help but tremble and finish their business prematurely.