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Coulson said probing, "Isn't a hundred thousand dollars a bit much... considering this is pure profit for you...?"

"Heh."

Hayato sneered, tossing the armored arm to the ground. "I'll just leave this thing here. Do you dare pick it up and take it away? Believe it or not, Tony Stark will be at your front door tonight with a whole bunch of Iron Man suits. Put plainly, the hundred thousand dollars is to buy a shield. I'll ask one last time: do you want it or not? Forget it if you don't."

"Yes!" Coulson immediately agreed with a smile. "Transfer or cash?"

"Cash." Hayato smiled as well. "What account would I use? Didn't you already investigate me thoroughly? Why keep testing me?

Since we're on the subject, you should also know I don't have legal identification, right? That causes a lot of inconvenience and misunderstandings. It'd be fine if everyone were as 'understanding' as you, but if they weren't, conflicts might arise. I'm not someone who likes causing trouble, so... can you help prepare a set of identification documents for me?"

Hayato's unspoken implication was that if conflicts arose with others because of his identity, it would be S.H.I.E.L.D.'s fault. Did Coulson have any other choice?

Coulson's mouth twitched, but he pretended to be agreeable. "No problem. It's a small matter!"

In that short time, Melinda, nicknamed the "Iron Cavalry," had already led the backup team in clearing and sealing off the area, except for those few youths who had been courting death.

That was right, they were still there. It wasn't that they didn't want to run, but after witnessing Hayato's brutality, they were even more afraid to flee.

Melinda, dressed coolly in black leather, approached empty-handed. Of course, she was not truly unarmed. There was a