Coulson walked into the dense forest. The leaves in the canopy had already turned yellow and brittle, and a gentle breeze freed them from the branches' lingering hold, sending them drifting to the ground.
The fallen leaves crunched beneath his feet.
He walked over to the sofa and sat down.
"This is what you meant by busy?"
Yang Bo ignored Coulson for the moment, concentrating on his fishing float. A ripple raced toward it, and then he felt a tug through the rod in his hand.
Splash...
A fish was hauled out of the water.
"Coulson, you were a little slow this time..."
Coulson smiled. "I had to come back from Europe."
"Yang, what's this surprise you mentioned?"
Putting away his fishing rod, Yang Bo looked at Coulson, whom he hadn't seen in a while. Compared to when they first met, there were more wrinkles on his face.
His hairline seemed to have receded, too.
"The company has developed a drug that can extend your lifespan, and according to the theoretical data, it has no side effects whatsoever. Would S.H.I.E.L.D. be interested?"
That came as quite a shock to Coulson. It wasn't as though S.H.I.E.L.D. had nothing that could extend someone's lifespan. The Director of S.H.I.E.L.D., Fury, had received injections of something like that himself.
But both the cost and the risks were extremely high. Only a handful of people in all of S.H.I.E.L.D. had undergone the treatment successfully, and they still needed regular injections.
"Yang, are you serious?"
Yang Bo nodded with a warm smile. Having known him for so long, Coulson immediately understood what he meant and got straight to the point. "All right, what do you need me to do this time?"
At the same time, he grumbled inwardly, *Yang never does anything without something in it