Coulson, a legendary man blessed by the god of baldness.
Still only in his forties, he had successfully become the Director of S.H.I.E.L.D. through superb skills as an agent and a little luck.
Of course, that sort of luck was rather hard to come by. It required his boss to die.
In the eyes of all his colleagues and subordinates, Coulson was almost perfect.
The Director of S.H.I.E.L.D. could be called the king of agents, and he had earned that legendary title while still in his forties.
Such an achievement would have been rare in any field.
On top of that, Coulson had a mild temper. As long as no fundamental rules were broken, he rarely punished people for their behavior.
That made him exceptionally popular and earned him tremendous support.
Coulson was also highly capable.
He had participated in countless supernatural incidents. Almost every major supernatural incident S.H.I.E.L.D. had handled bore some trace of his involvement.
As usual, Coulson sat in the Director of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s office, reviewing the latest report.
Since the previous meeting had successfully secured better benefits for Superhumans, S.H.I.E.L.D. had received a substantial injection of funding.
Although it still wasn't as wealthy as it had been under Nick Fury, this was far better than scraping by.
Three agents wounded, one killed in action.
Agent killed in action.
Cause of death: six bullets to the head, one bullet to the spine.
Mission: investigate the Superhumans appearing in the Feishan Islands.
In principle, the difficulty of such reconnaissance missions was hard to determine. Agents with little experience generally wouldn't be sent to investigate locations where the situation was unknown.
The most important part of reconnaissance was avoiding unnecessary exposure.
Yet judging by the scene and the mission report, these agents' identities had been thoroughly exposed.
That point alone