Chapter 459

In Marvel, I Worked for the System

The internet was flooded with livestream recordings and edited clips.

Suzaku had filmed the first half himself. His hand was steady, giving the footage a cinematic feel. He might have had experience or an interest in photography.

After Suzaku fought Dust Angel, Wade took over filming.

The camera shook wildly and swung around at random. Sometimes Wade's scruffy face filled the frame. He clearly wasn't in a good state of mind. His speech often wandered, sometimes making no sense at all.

But the dirty jokes kept coming—

"Your left leg is Thanksgiving and your right leg is Christmas. Can I visit you between the holidays?"

"The world's a terrible place. The only place fit for a person is in your arms."

—one after another, without missing a beat.

And the viewers... actually liked him.

Coulson, on the other hand, was suffering.

One moment—

Dust Angel's fist looked ready to smash into Suzaku's face, and Coulson clenched his own in alarm.

The next—

The camera swung to Xu Xi fighting Ajax.

Coulson: "..."

Xu Xi was barely dodging each attack. He looked like he could die at any second.

The camera swung again, and Wade's stubbly face filled the screen.

"Oh no, my friend looks like he's in trouble. Oh no, my friend's assistant looks like he's in trouble too. They're both in danger. Who should I help? What a dilemma. I've decided... to help neither of them, because I can't help either one. I'm not doing so great myself. I feel like I've had diarrhea for three days straight. My legs are practically jelly." Wade rambled on to the camera.

Coulson: "Is this guy nuts?!"

Apparently, he was.

What could Coulson do but forgive him? Picking a fight with a madman would be