Coulson sat quietly, awaiting Watson's response, his expression unreadable. "Don't be so nervous; I'm a person who likes making friends," Watson said with a hint of sarcasm. "As you said, I've always been a law-abiding citizen. However, I don't like being threatened, and I won't sign such a thing."
Watson pointed to the unconscious Scott on the ground. "This person is my gift to you. What kind of organization are you from? Doesn't your organization protect humanity's rights and interests?"
Coulson recognized Scott and his eyes widened. "He's... a gang leader." Coulson's eyes locked onto Watson. "What's Hydra's involvement in this?"
Watson raised an eyebrow. "What are you talking about?" Coulson and Clinton Barton, also known as Hawkeye, stood up instantly. "Hydra?!" they exclaimed in unison.
As senior agents, Coulson and Clinton were familiar with Hydra, a terrorist organization that had existed since World War II. They thought Hydra had been eradicated, but now it seemed they were involved with Watson.
Watson continued, "Just last night, he mentioned something about cutting off one head, and two more would grow."
Coulson interrupted, "I'm sorry, Mr. Watson, but the situation has exceeded my authority. May I contact my superior?"
Watson nodded, and Coulson quickly exited the apartment.
Clinton turned to Watson. "How did you...? Never mind
You and your pet are very powerful."
Watson smiled. "Let's just say I have my ways."
Clinton ran out and returned with a syringe. "This is a potent coma potion. Without the antidote, he won't wake up for a day."
After administering the potion, Clinton turned to Watson. "What about the monster that was here?"
Watson shrugged. "I think it's gone."
Meanwhile, Coulson contacted his superior, Nick Fury. "Sir, this is how things are."
Fury's expression turned grave. "Bring Hawkeye back, and let's get that potion. Try again, and we can learn something useful from the monster boy."
Coulson nodded. "Understood, sir."
Fury turned off the communication and pressed an internal button. "Natasha Romanoff, also known as Black Widow, it's up to you now."
Natasha responded, "No problem, sir."
Coulson returned to the apartment and apologized to Watson. "I'm sorry, can we continue our previous conversation?"
Watson nodded. "Of course."
Coulson smiled. "So, Mr. Watson, are you interested in making a deal?"
Watson raised an eyebrow. "A deal?"
Coulson explained, "We'll pay for the medicine you used to rescue that person. If you tell us who the original manufacturer is, we'll thank you."
Watson thought for a moment and responded, "I do have some medicine, but I made it myself. What price do you plan to pay?"
Coulson's eyes lit up. "Can you show me the finished product?"
Watson nodded and retrieved a box containing the diluted medicine. "I have two kinds of medicine here. One heals wounds quickly, and the other maintains physical fitness for a certain time."
Coulson's eyes widened as he examined the medicine. "We'll pay 3W USD for the green low-level potion, 5W USD for the green high-level potion, 2W USD for the yellow low-level potion, and 4W USD for the yellow high-level potion."
Watson smiled. "Add 2W USD to each price."
Coulson agreed, and they finalized the deal.
After receiving the payment, Watson thought to himself, "Did I underprice it?"
Suddenly, an agent rushed in and whispered something in Coulson's ear. Coulson's expression changed, and he turned to Watson. "Mr. Watson, I need your help now!"