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"Mr. George, have you found anything?"
Seeing George press his index finger against the forehead of a severely injured enemy, eyes closed as if using some kind of psychic ability, Coulson couldn't help but ask curiously.
Earlier, George had said he wanted to interrogate the enemy, but his silence made Coulson wonder if George possessed some form of mind-reading ability.
As a veteran agent with over twenty years of experience, Coulson had handled numerous cases involving superpowers and had even encountered mind-readers before.
Many people who gained superpowers were ordinary individuals before their abilities awakened. Even after acquiring powers, they were often too intimidated to oppose the government, making them relatively easy to control.
Some, however, did attempt to use their powers for crime. But, unfortunately for them, most superpowers weren't as destructive as a simple handgun.
There was, for example, a guy whose hands could emit flames hot enough to melt steel. He thought he was invincible and tried to rob a bank, only to be taken down easily with a tranquilizer dart.
There were even stronger individuals, but against highly trained agents equipped with advanced weaponry, they rarely posed much of a challenge.
S.H.I.E.L.D. would never allow the rise of superpowered groups like the Brotherhood of Mutants or the X-Men.
From his experience, this George, with his display of abilities and his reaction to danger, was clearly one of the most formidable superhumans Coulson had ever encountered.
More importantly, George didn't just have one power; he had several.
Such a person either needed to join S.H.I.E.L.D. or live under constant surveillance.
"I did find something, but I'm afraid I can't tell you."
George raised his hand and shot the remaining wounded Hydra agents before suddenly casting a spell on Coulson.
"Obliviate! Memory Modification!"
George had no interest in meddling with the affairs of S.H.I.E.L.D. and Hydra, nor did he want his abilities revealed just yet. The best solution was to erase Coulson's memories and implant false ones.
Of course, this method wasn't foolproof. S.H.I.E.L.D. agents underwent specialized mental training, and even Hawkeye, who had been controlled by the Mind Stone, was restored using advanced technology. So, George's memory modification wasn't entirely infallible.
But it didn't matter. By the time they realized something was amiss and restored Coulson's memories, George's strength might be so great that there would be no need to hide anything.
The safest option would have been to kill Coulson, but George had his principles. Coulson had just risked his life to protect them, and George wasn't going to kill him just to keep his powers secret.
George had considered telling Coulson about Hydra, which would undoubtedly throw S.H.I.E.L.D. into chaos and keep them too busy to bother with him.
However, he realized that this information could be valuable in the future. If he ever needed something from S.H.I.E.L.D., he could use it to strike a deal with Nick Fury. Why give it away for free?
As for the potential loss of more S.H.I.E.L.D. agents due to his silence—well, that wasn't his problem.
"George, what happened to him?"
Seeing George suddenly act against Coulson, causing him to fall into a dazed state, Pepper was startled.
George smiled and explained, "I can't let others know about my abilities, so I hypnotized him. When he wakes up, he'll believe he saved us single-handedly. Just make sure you don't spill the beans."
"Oh, okay…"
Though surprised, Pepper nodded. Before leaving, Tony had told her that George was a friend they could trust.
"Are you both alright?"
The spell complete, Coulson opened his eyes, immediately checking on the two of them.
Before they could answer, several more cars sped toward them, causing George to frown, thinking they were more Hydra agents.
However, his expression soon relaxed as Coulson lowered his gun and said, "No worries. It's just my colleagues coming to back us up."
The car came to a stop, and leading the group was an Asian female agent dressed in black combat gear, her gaze firm and resolute.
"Coulson, you've really improved. Took down so many on your own?"
The agent looked around at the lifeless bodies of the enemies and at Coulson, who was completely unharmed. A hint of surprise crossed her face.
From what she remembered, Coulson's combat skills weren't this sharp. Were the enemies just that weak?
"Of course, May. Don't underestimate me," Coulson responded, laughing heartily. He hadn't expected the enemies to be so easy to deal with, and he was in top form today. It felt like he had the reflexes of a sharpshooter, hitting every target flawlessly.
It was a nice little show-off moment in front of his old partner.
"May?"
George, who had remained silent until now, showed a trace of surprise on his face. He recognized this top-tier S.H.I.E.L.D. agent, Melinda May.
But in his memory, this version of May should have been transferred to desk duty after killing an Inhuman child. It seemed that different universes had their own variations in details.
After exchanging a few more words, May led her team to handle the cleanup and trace the origins of the attackers, while Coulson drove George and Pepper in another S.H.I.E.L.D. vehicle toward Tony's mansion.
"That's strange. How could they have been hit from this angle?"
After Coulson's group left, May noticed something odd during her inspection of the scene. With her years of experience, she could tell something wasn't right.
Later that evening, Obadiah Stane arrived outside Tony Stark's mansion, bringing along all of his men.
"Remember, no one gets out alive!"
"Don't worry, boss. When have we ever let you down?"
The leader of the group signaled to his elite mercenaries, who began their covert infiltration of the mansion.
Obadiah nodded in satisfaction, following them at a calm pace.
These mercenaries were among the best in the world. Despite their small numbers, they were so well-coordinated that they could take down a small military base. Obadiah had been paying a hefty annual fee to keep them on retainer, precisely for situations like this.
As expected, the bodyguards protecting the mansion were no match for his mercenaries and were swiftly neutralized.
However, once they entered the mansion, they encountered an unexpected obstacle.
Standing in the grand hall was a large, muscular man with a thick beard, exuding a wild energy as he blocked their path.
"I gotta say, breaking into someone's house isn't exactly polite," Wolverine said, casually holding a glass of whiskey, his eyes scanning the heavily armed mercenaries without a hint of fear.
"Who are you? Where's Tony? Tell him to stop hiding. He can't escape," Obadiah sneered, sizing up the unfamiliar figure of Wolverine.
It wasn't surprising that Obadiah was dismissive. Wolverine was wearing nothing but a tank top, unarmed, and in Obadiah's eyes, posed no real threat.
(End of Chapter)