"Mr. Pivot, I think there may be some misunderstandings between us."
Coulson took a deep breath and shifted half a step forward, shielding the young team members behind him with his body.
"We're a S.H.I.E.L.D. mobile field unit. That data search of Vought International's internal network just now was purely a tactical early-warning test. We meant no hostility..."
The starter village chief was still the same old starter village chief, always talking in circles.
Lucian stopped surveying the others and looked back at Coulson.
"A misunderstanding?"
Lucian tilted his head, his tone calm. "You hacked into my private network without permission, loitered at the edge of my airspace, and now you're pointing a gun at my head. Agent Coulson, you call that a misunderstanding?"
May's expression changed. As a veteran, she sensed danger.
Her index finger was just about to squeeze the trigger, but Lucian did not even lift an eyelid.
With a single thought, an immense, invisible, formless psychic force exploded like a sledgehammer inside the cramped cabin!
He had lowered the power of the Psychic Blast he had copied from Druig and unleashed it like Conqueror's Haki from One Piece.
"Ugh!"
May gave a muffled grunt. Her eyes instantly lost focus, the Glock slipped from her hand and hit the carpet, and she slumped to the floor.
Fitz and Simmons followed. The two researchers, neither of whom had undergone stress-resistance training, did not even make a sound before toppling stiffly beside the console.
The tablet slipped from Skye's hands, and she collapsed sideways in her leather chair, unconscious.
Ward clenched his back teeth, holding out for half a second through the iron will forged by Hydra's hellish training.
But before this overwhelming psychic storm, a mortal's will was no different from a sheet of thin paper. Ward's eyes