Chapter 493

In Marvel, the System Worked for Someone Else

Suzaku had filmed the first half of the video himself. His hand was steady, and the footage had a cinematic feel. He might have worked in photography or simply enjoyed it.

After Suzaku fought Dust Angel, Wade took over the camera.

The footage shook badly, and the camera swung around at random. Sometimes Wade shoved his stubbly face right into the lens. He was in a poor mental state, and what he said often jumped from one thing to another without any logic.

But he had a whole repertoire of outrageous pickup lines—

"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."

—he could toss them out without thinking.

And the viewers... actually liked him.

Coulson, however, was suffering.

One moment,

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

The next,

the camera swung to Xu Xi fighting Ajax.

Coulson: "..."

Xu Xi was barely dodging each attack. He looked as though he could die at any moment.

Then the image shifted again, and Wade's scruffy 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, so who should I help? What a dilemma. I've decided... to help neither of them, because I can't help either one. I'm in pretty rough shape right now. I feel like I've had diarrhea for three days straight—all limp and wobbly." Wade chattered away at the camera.

Coulson: "Is this guy insane?!"

Apparently, he really was.

What could Coulson do but forgive him?