Trade

People of different eras, regions, and cultural backgrounds developed different customs and ways of thinking.

For example, when Coulson seriously asked Leon about a trade, he thought this meeting might not necessarily be a bad thing. At the very least, it would save him the headache of writing reports.

But when Leon, the one who had proposed a "trade," heard it, what sprang to mind were muscular men wrestling in two locker rooms.

"What trade?! How could you say something like that?! What do you take me for, boy?!"

Coulson looked completely bewildered.

Uh... this... wasn't that what you said?

Ahem!

After calming himself down, Leon pressed a hand downward, signaling everyone to stay calm.

Everyone: Who are you telling to calm down?! You're the only one getting worked up here!!~~~~~_~

"Regarding the tra... proposal! Yes! I have a proposal!"

Coulson's expression said that he could do whatever he wanted, as long as he got to the point. This time, he had found a way to communicate with Leon: keep quiet and let him talk!

"Mm, the proposal goes like this."

Leon carefully chose his words. After all, this was an idea that had suddenly come to him, and in this trade... he was clearly the weaker party. No matter what, he had one absolute and unavoidable weakness right now.

With Leon's current strength, he had no right to turn hostile and flip the table.

"I have three major strengths."

Leon paused, seemingly waiting for someone to ask him what those three strengths were.

Unfortunately, Coulson had decided not to speak unless absolutely necessary! Barbara had not said a word since entering the room, perfectly playing the role of a little attendant. As for the two young men behind her holding guns, they might have shown some interest if someone had asked them to unload a burst into Leon!

No one played along!

Leon was not embarrassed at all and continued spinning his tale.

"My three strengths are these: I can tell jokes, and everyone especially likes talking to me. I run fast—these legs of mine are famously fast~ And my medical skills are superb. Let's put it this way: when it comes to surgery, I could do it with a toothbrush."

After saying that, Leon kept staring at Coulson, waiting for him to speak.

Coulson felt that he really should ask something, so after giving it some careful thought, he asked, "All right, the form of cooperation definitely has nothing to do with telling jokes. We may not have much operational funding, but we do have a few cars..."

"Are you saying the form of cooperation is your medical skill?"

"No."

"Huh?"

"I never said the form of cooperation had anything to do with my three strengths! I was just showing off. Hahahahahahahaha."

Coulson: Laugh your m...

At that moment, Coulson, already past forty, worried for his hair again. At the same time, he swore that if he got the chance, he would definitely throw this guy into a cage and inject him with truth serum! Then he would see just how much Leon could talk!

Seeing the old man's face turn pale and his lips turn purple, Leon lightly coughed and said seriously, "The form of cooperation I mentioned... Mm, I like the word 'cooperation'! Like I said, older people really do have more flexible minds! Young people like us have nothing but hair!"

Ahem! Off topic, off topic.

"The form of cooperation I mean is this." Sitting cross-legged in midair, Leon pointed at his own legs.

This time, Coulson could barely maintain the smile on his face. He said nothing.

"Do you want to learn? I can teach you!"

Leon was not just talking nonsense. As long as he could use a skill from the system, that skill truly existed, and it was not something rigidly copied from a book.

Being such a rigorous person, Leon had naturally conducted experiments in that regard.

Upon hearing Leon say that, Coulson finally stopped wearing a purely formulaic smile.

S.H.I.E.L.D.'s director, the Motherfucker Hero, Nick Fury, had always possessed the grand dream of setting the world right and saving all living beings from peril.

Unfortunately, S.H.I.E.L.D.'s official forces were simply not strong enough. Most of the time, they could only rely on ordinary people and ordinary equipment.

Agents had to brute-force every mission.

So, even though he knew that something like the Tesseract was very likely more trouble than it was worth, Fury still did it. That included one Super-Soldier Serum Program after another, the Immortal Human Program, the Kree Immortality Potion Program...

S.H.I.E.L.D. desperately needed power of its own.

But Fury's identity and position meant he could not trust power recruited from outside.

Thus, it became a two-way deadlock.

Because S.H.I.E.L.D. did not trust outsiders, it needed power of its own.

And because S.H.I.E.L.D. needed power of its own, it could not place its hopes on outsiders.

Over the years, as one of Fury's most trusted subordinates, Coulson had also been deeply troubled by this issue. At least thirty percent of the hair on his head had died for it.

But now, this problem seemed to have a possible solution.

Coulson slapped the table and rose to his feet. Looking Leon straight in the eye, he rapidly asked, "Can your ability to fly be taught to others?"

"I never said it couldn't!"

"You're not a Mutant?"

"Of course not!"

"You know Mutants exist."

"I do. I've even seen an old bald man in a wheelchair and an old man wearing a helmet playing chess in a park!"

"..."

"Other than flying, do you have anything else that can be taught to others?"

"Yes. Far too many things." After that rapid exchange of questions and answers, Leon suddenly moved.

He flashed forward! In an instant, Leon appeared before Coulson, their faces less than twenty centimeters apart. The wind he stirred slightly messed up Coulson's hair.

Rapid Advance!

"For example, this."

Coulson's pupils instantly dilated. His first reaction was to turn around and stop the agents who had raised their guns again.

Unfortunately, he was still a little too late.

It could only be said that the two guards had been ready to raise their guns and unload a burst into Leon the whole time.

Gunfire erupted. The impact of the bullets sent Leon flying, and he crashed heavily onto the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

"God!!!!!"

Coulson shouted and hurriedly turned to press down the barrels of their guns.

When he turned back and saw Leon lying motionless on the ground with several bullets in him, regret filled his heart.

Just a little more! We could have...

"Ow..."

Hm?

"Ow... young people have no martial virtue... sneaking up on me..."

"Sure enough... those idiot netizens didn't lie to me! Getting hit by this thing a few times really hurts for quite a while!"

What was going on?

Coulson was dumbfounded.

Someone could take more than a dozen bullets and actually stand up on his own!

"Not even anyone to help me up. Sigh, young people these days! Fuck."

Before everyone's eyes, a completely black Mystic Cat stood up from where Leon had fallen, cursing under its breath.

Then, before everyone's eyes again, its form gradually twisted and faded, until it finally became the familiar figure they had seen before.

"Doctor Lister," dressed in black with a mask covering his face.

"What are you looking at!"

Leon viciously dug bullets out of his upper clothing.

"Never seen a druid before?!"

(P.S. Let me clarify here: the protagonist isn't a good person~)

(P.P.S. There won't be any Mutant plotlines. Wolverine doesn't count.)

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