Coulson felt his blood pressure rising.
He just wondered whether high blood pressure would affect his hairline.
"Mr. Freddy, how did I end up accepting the commission?" Coulson asked with a miserable expression, struggling to get the words out.
He still had plenty of unanswered questions he wanted to pry out of Freddy.
For instance, whether controlling the uncanny would let him survive longer.
Or what exactly that waiter was.
But there was nothing he could do now. Time was running out, and no one knew what would happen if he failed to complete the commission.
For now, Coulson could only take things one step at a time.
Having boarded Freddy's pirate ship, he could only wait for it to dock.
"Where did this building come from?" Patel, the chief of the nearest police station in New York's eastern suburbs, was the first to arrive at the building with his team.
"Could it be magic?"
"No way. I think it's some kind of time travel or spatial travel."
"It could also be a mirage. After all, we've only seen the building. We haven't touched it."
The gathering crowd buzzed with lively discussion.
Outwardly calm, Patel took out his binoculars and examined the distant building, but his heart kept pounding.
He had heard about both the uncanny incident at the Museum and yesterday's street "brawl."
Patel certainly did not want a battle on that scale breaking out in his jurisdiction.
"Make way!"
A group dressed alike, seemingly FBI agents, came through and began dispersing the crowd and cordoning off the scene.
Patel breathed a sigh of relief.
As long as specialists were here to handle it.
After all, he was just a weak, helpless "beat cop." A building had appeared out of nowhere. Whether it involved parallel worlds, magic, or