Learn! Learn from the Big Guys!

Coulson had always considered himself an office worker. It was just that his job was a little different from everyone else's.

Other people at most worried about their paychecks and overtime. For him, overtime was the norm, and there was always the risk of getting killed.

For justice, or some other reason—Coulson wasn't entirely sure himself. In any case, he'd kept doing this job.

Because of it, he couldn't have a normal life, normal social relationships, or even feelings.

He'd once had a lover, a cellist.

They'd even reached the point of discussing marriage, but Coulson had ultimately faked his death and left that relationship behind.

Because he knew that someone like him was destined to break hearts. The more that person loved him, the deeper the wound would be.

That wasn't some baseless worry or forced melancholy. It was a sad fact, destined to happen.

He'd abandoned many other things as well. For example, he'd never received anyone's thanks or gifts. From the perspective of his work, he wasn't supposed to exist.

Receiving a gift for the first time in more than ten years—a real gift, not work equipment disguised as one—naturally made Coulson happy.

It was just that this gift...

Something picked up at a flea market? Or perhaps something an elderly relative had discarded at home? That was hard to say.

It was a little rude to think that way, but it was hard not to.

Who gave someone a wig as a gift?!

And a silver, naturally curly wig at that!

No matter what, Coulson was a gentleman. So regardless of what he was thinking, he still maintained his polite and mild manner, even trying to spare Leon's feelings over accidentally giving the wrong gift.

"⊙⊙! Wow! This is... so... thoughtful."

Choosing his words carefully, Coulson said, "I just happened to be lacking a wig like this! This is... wonderful!"

Leon naturally saw through Coulson's insincerity. He laughed to himself, but he also didn't want the gift he'd given to simply be accepted, then left somewhere else to gather dust.

He'd sincerely given this gift!

So, for once, he explained his strange behavior. At this moment, he surprisingly didn't look like a lunatic.

"Listen, Coulson. This is my gift, and I don't mean it as a joke... Well, maybe just a little bit, haha!"

"But that isn't important!"

"What matters is that these are two items I've blessed."

A blessing?!

Coulson scrutinized the two items in his hands again.

Of all things to bless, why did you have to bless this stuff?!

"What kind of blessing? Transformation?"

It was perfectly reasonable for Coulson to guess that, though a blessing that turned him into an old lady probably wasn't quite right for him.

Leon leaned close to Coulson's ear and explained while gesturing. When he finished, Coulson's eyes widened in utter disbelief.

"Really?!"

"Really."

Coulson immediately stuffed the wig and headscarf into a transparent bag he carried with him, then tucked it into his suit pocket. This time, his thanks were far more natural and heartfelt.

Laughing loudly, he patted Leon on the shoulder. The two exchanged glances and smiled, then began making strange noises together.

"Hehehehehehehehe..."

The two technicians involuntarily backed away half a step. Those two men were laughing in a genuinely creepy way.

After their friendly exchange, Coulson invited Leon to sit down. Following the gift incident, the relationship between Coulson and Leon had clearly grown a little closer.

S.H.I.E.L.D.'s investigation report deserved credit for that too.

The files showed that while Leon acted decisively against evil forces, he followed rules himself. Despite possessing such tremendous power, he still lived in a shabby rental apartment.

His cooperation with S.H.I.E.L.D. also suggested that this young man who called himself Doctor Lister, whose real name was Leon Collins, was fundamentally willing to follow rules.

Perhaps he had his own code of conduct and standards for doing things, but he was willing to follow rules.

As for those gang members, they were the ones who broke the rules first, weren't they?

Maybe his methods were a little harsh, but S.H.I.E.L.D.'s boss, the motherfucking hero Nick Fury, had no objection whatsoever.

Because one of his old comrades and closest friends, Punisher, was even more ruthless.

Leon at least left behind a few survivors and didn't wipe out every petty thug whose crimes didn't warrant death. If Punisher had handled the same matter, there was no need to think about it—every last one of them would have been sent straight to hell.

Yes, S.H.I.E.L.D. had nearly all of Leon's information. It was just that Leon's original self had been a low-key shut-in, so there was pitifully little information to begin with—not even enough to fill one A4 sheet. Most of it concerned him after he'd transformed into the "Night Watchman."

Night Watchman.

That was the codename S.H.I.E.L.D. had assigned Leon internally.

A name could be wrong, but a nickname never was. Leon had forcibly turned Hell's Kitchen in Brooklyn, once the district with the highest crime rate, into the area with the best public safety. Any criminal with even a little status was either dead or crippled. The title Night Watchman suited him perfectly.

Ever since Coulson learned that Leon was really just a twenty-year-old kid, his good-natured personality had kicked in.

That was why he was willing to take full responsibility for coordinating missions with Leon. Deep down, he also wanted to help him.

Leon naturally knew none of this, though he hadn't really hidden his whereabouts to begin with.

Therefore, Leon had expected S.H.I.E.L.D. to uncover his true identity someday, but it didn't mean much.

From any angle, S.H.I.E.L.D. couldn't possibly know the extent of his strength. Even Leon himself couldn't say for sure.

After all, he had cheats!

Besides, while others might not know what S.H.I.E.L.D. was like internally, how could Leon not know?

He couldn't say much about the little people, but he still remembered which big shots had eight extra heads.

So, this deception was aimed only at S.H.I.E.L.D., not at certain S.H.I.E.L.D. agents, such as Coulson.

Declining Coulson's coffee, Leon took out a specialty drink from Single-Log Wine Barrel from his storage space. He'd discovered that compared to ordinary food, food and drink with special effects brought out the Void Terror bloodline more effectively.

Taking a sip of coffee, Coulson still addressed Leon as Doctor Lister. "Doctor Lister, have you come this time prepared to begin our cooperation?"

Leon nodded. "That's right, that's right. I can teach the Sky Dance Technique, and I can teach the Transformation Spell too. But like I said before, I'll teach it, but I don't guarantee you'll learn it."

Coulson nodded, then immediately asked, "If our trainees learn one of your... skills, can we spread it by teaching it to others?"

That was less of a question than a notification. Once they mastered a skill like that, how could they not pass it on to more trustworthy agents?!

But without Leon and the system's part in it, teaching was useless.

They couldn't learn it.

So Leon put on a generous act and agreed immediately.

"Sure! No problem! Print it into books! Paint it on walls! Whatever works~"

Leon answered so readily that Coulson became a little uncertain, so he asked again, "So..."

"That's right."

"You know what I was going to ask?"

"Nope!"

Coulson: -_-||...

Leon: ?⊙▽⊙