Phil Coulson left Matt's office and walked over to his car, which looked somewhat antique. Before opening the door and getting inside, he lowered his voice and said to a man nearby who appeared to be an ordinary passerby, "Keep a close eye on Murdock from every angle. I came here today to ask him about the Invisible Man. He'll definitely find a way to notify the Invisible Man, whether by going to look for him personally or contacting him by phone."
"Understood, Director!" The passerby lowered his voice as well and replied casually before turning and walking away.
Aside from the two of them, no one else could probably detect their exchange. Even the pedestrians nearby couldn't see any trace of communication between them.
However, Coulson didn't know that when he lowered his voice and gave his subordinate the order, Matt's ears twitched slightly inside the office.
"Although the so-called Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division is quite formidable, they don't seem to have completely mastered my information. At the very least, they still don't understand my hearing very well." The corners of Matt's lips lifted into a faint curve.
Coulson slowly drove away in his old car while opening his line of communication with Nick Fury.
"Coulson, how did it go?"
"I'm sorry, Director. Murdock didn't seem willing to reveal anything about the Invisible Man. Besides, he doesn't seem to have much goodwill toward us." Coulson spoke with Nick Fury while driving.
"Why?"
"Because he thinks we should eliminate a tumor like Kingpin. Yet we remained completely unmoved." Coulson spoke helplessly.
"Kingpin? Gangs like that can't possibly disappear in the United States. Rather than letting them descend into chaos, it's better to find someone to bring them all under control. That way, we can reduce a lot of unnecessary trouble. It seems Murdock is just another man whose mind has been clouded by hatred." Nick Fury reached this conclusion about Matt.
In Nick Fury's view, the rule of a relatively stable gang was far better than countless gangs in chaos. At the same time, he thought Matt was going after Kingpin solely because Kingpin had killed Matt's father. He considered it a personal grudge.
"Perhaps—uh." Coulson suddenly froze.
"What's wrong? Did something happen, Coulson?" Nick Fury asked with concern.
"No, nothing happened. It's just that because of the Invisible Man and Daredevil, a lot of people have begun imitating them."
"Imitating them?"
"That's right. There's an imitator right in front of me—a silly bald-headed man." As he spoke, Coulson looked at the bald Asian man not far away. The man was carrying a plastic shopping bag and had a vacant, foolish expression in his dull eyes. His body looked somewhat sturdy, so he was probably a manual laborer or someone who enjoyed working out. He wore a yellow bodysuit that was clearly cheap, since its workmanship looked rather poor and the material was nothing more than ordinary cloth. A white cape hung behind him, and he wore red gloves.
No matter how one looked at him, the man seemed rather comical.
Of course, Coulson was certain this was some kind of so-called hero costume, an outfit meant to create an image.
"Coulson, are you saying 'a silly bald-headed man'?" Nick Fury's voice came through the communicator.
"Yes—uh, Director, I wasn't talking about you. The person I'm talking about is Asian, while your bald head is black. They're completely different." Coulson hurriedly explained.
"...So you're mocking me?"
"No, no, absolutely not. I—I just—Director, wait a moment." To prevent Nick Fury from holding a grudge against him, Coulson quickly took out his phone, photographed the seemingly silly bald-headed man by the roadside, and sent the picture to Nick Fury. "Director, this is the person I meant."
"Who is this?" Nick Fury asked as he looked at the person in the picture, whose dull gaze gave him an adorably foolish appearance.
"Uh, an imitator of the Invisible Man and Daredevil."
"I don't want an imitator. I want the real Invisible Man! Coulson! I think you may need a change of work environment. How does Antarctica sound? There are adorable penguins there to keep you company."
"No, no, Director. I still have a lot of work left to finish here..."
"Don't worry. I'll arrange for someone to take over your work."
"Director..."
Saitama carried the discounted milk and other ingredients he had bought from the supermarket, feeling extremely pleased. He thought Skye was truly amazing for being able to obtain inside information about supermarket discounts. It was simply incredible. Such a thing had been almost unimaginable to him before. Every time he went to the supermarket to buy discounted food, he felt a satisfaction and happiness he had never experienced before.
"Hm? It feels like someone's watching me." Saitama looked around and roughly determined that the gaze seemed to be coming from a car not far away. However, he sensed nothing beyond the gaze itself and detected no malice, so he paid it no mind.
"Maybe I can have hot pot again today. But the hot pot seasoning doesn't seem to be discounted today, so forget it. I'll have hot pot next time." Muttering to himself, Saitama slowly headed home, brushing past an old car.
Coulson, sitting inside the old car, subconsciously glanced at Saitama before driving away. He still had plenty of things to do. He had barely managed to get Nick Fury to let him off this time, and he didn't want to give Nick Fury another handle to use against him because of work. Otherwise, he might really have to go to Antarctica to keep the penguins company. Although penguins looked quite cute, their meat was actually terrible. Most of their bodies consisted of greasy fat, with very little lean meat, and there was even a faintly unpleasant smell...
And so, Saitama and Coulson's first meeting ended just like that. Coulson, especially, had no idea that Saitama was the Invisible Man he was desperately searching for.
If Coulson found out that he had passed right by the Invisible Man he was looking for, who knew whether he would feel the urge to bash his head against a wall and die.
"Get lost! You bastards, get lost! Aren't you afraid the Invisible Man will show up?" A fairly attractive woman backed away while cursing at several thugs.
"The Invisible Man?" The thugs exchanged glances when they heard the name. As members of New York's gang community, they naturally knew about the Invisible Man, who could practically be called the gangs' terminator. Still, they were reluctant to give up the easy prey that was almost in their hands.
"Hurry! As long as we move fast enough to grab the money and leave before the Invisible Man appears, he won't discover us."
"Right! That's it!" The thugs discussed it among themselves, then turned their gazes back toward the woman.
Seeing their looks, the woman's heart jolted. "Help! Help!"
"Shut up, you bitch! Hand over the money! The Invisible Man may be powerful, but he can't possibly show up so conveniently—" Before he could finish speaking, the thugs went flying. Only the woman, who had still been standing in a defensive stance, remained where she was.
She looked at the unconscious thugs, then at the empty surroundings. Excitement appeared on her face. "Was that you, Invisible Man? I knew it had to be you. Thank you, thank you!"
No one answered her. The woman was somewhat disappointed. She had originally hoped to have a chance encounter with the Invisible Man—or maybe even a friendly one-night stand or something—but now it seemed impossible.
Unable to help herself, the woman shifted her gaze to the unconscious thugs. She walked over and viciously stomped on their vital areas with her high heels. Miserable cries rose from the unconscious thugs. The sounds were so tragic that even the two stray dogs that had been about to mate shuddered and finished early.
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