"Don't rush—speak one at a time."
The venue was a chaotic mix of all sorts of people, so when a few strange incidents broke out, Coulson wasn't the least bit surprised. In fact, he'd already expected it.
Because of that, his voice carried a calm and steady confidence. The agents who had been flustered by the confusion quickly found themselves steadied by his composed tone—their nerves easing, their composure returning.
One after another, three agents began reporting their findings in order.
"Sir, my situation here is that a tall, thin middle-aged man is controlling a robot over ten meters high as part of a performance. Based on my observations, that robot isn't just for show—it seems to possess some level of combat capability."
Exactly what level of capability, the agent couldn't say. He was just a field operative, and asking him to analyze a piece of high-tech machinery was simply beyond his expertise.
"Sir, my situation is that a wanted criminal who sneaked into the venue was coincidentally recognized by a visitor…" The second agent paused briefly, and after about ten seconds continued in an odd tone, "...and then that criminal was beaten unconscious by a group of people."
When the fugitive was discovered, he had looked ferocious and desperate, waving a butterfly knife to threaten those around him to stay back. He had clearly been trying to escape, only to be trapped by the dense crowd.
Ordinarily, when an armed man threatens civilians with a knife, fear is the normal response.
But there are always exceptions—such as when the crowd vastly outnumbers the threat.
Hundreds of eyes watched the knife-wielding criminal jump and shout, their expressions indifferent, as if watching a sideshow.
And some of those onlookers weren't unarmed either.
Among the cosplayers and visitors were many wielding "weapons": plastic swords, wooden staffs, prop spears—or even real metal replicas.
Add in a little "chuunibyou" passion, and perhaps a few buffs from showing off in front of pretty girls—soon enough, the crowd surged forward and beat the would-be tough guy so badly he had to be hospitalized.
The criminal's miserable fate also served as a deterrent to other fugitives hiding among the crowd. They suddenly realized that in this vast sea of people, they were the ones at a disadvantage.
Coulson was momentarily taken aback, but not too surprised. Ordinary citizens roughing up criminals wasn't exactly new to him—he'd seen it more than once, and had grown used to it.
Then came the third report.
"Sir, my situation is a bit complicated. In short, a fugitive was exposed, tried to grab a hostage and escape—but the person he picked wasn't an ordinary hostage… The kid's about 1.2 meters tall and dropped a two-meter-tall brute with three punches and two kicks. No matter how you look at it, that's not normal."
Coulson nodded slightly in agreement and ordered, "Keep observing those abnormal individuals or incidents. Gather intelligence only—no action."
What he said was "no need to take action," but the truth was—they couldn't take action.
The comm channel fell silent again. Coulson sighed.
——
The group's rest area.
The area had been divided into several private rooms and one large open space that could hold hundreds of people.
Inside one of those rooms, Tony Stark sat leisurely on a sofa, one leg crossed over the other, fingers sliding across a tablet screen as he monitored the situation around the venue.
For Tony, creating small flying surveillance drones was child's play.
On the screen, JARVIS's targeting frames locked onto individuals one by one, tagging each with names and basic information beside the circles.
Looking at the list of names, Tony quipped with a grin, "Looks like my popularity's pretty strong, huh?"
He lifted his right hand and tapped his finger lightly in the air.
The humanoid drones standing quietly around the room suddenly lit up—electronic eyes glowing blue—as they marched in neat formation toward the door.
If he was hosting an event, of course he had to ensure security.
Each humanoid drone could fly, and even the densest crowd couldn't block their path. They could swiftly reach any corner of the venue—perfect tools for neutralizing threats.
Meanwhile, the surveillance devices scattered throughout the hall served as JARVIS's eyes. No crime could escape his watch.
As the drones deployed, fugitives and gang members hiding among the crowd were quickly stunned by electric tasers. Mechanical voices then announced their arrests as the drones dragged them off to the temporary police post at the venue entrance.
"There are too many of them," Tony muttered as he adjusted his collar and walked toward the door. "Wanted criminals are like rats on the street—no way they'd risk coming to a comic convention. One or two maybe, but dozens? No chance."
Most likely, those criminals and troublemakers had been hired by someone to cause chaos.
It was a cheap, simple tactic—but unfortunately, still an effective one.
Who was behind it? Hard to say. Maybe rivals in the energy or gaming sectors. Or maybe someone from another field entirely, just trying to stir up trouble.
Tony had nearly been set up—there was no way he'd take that lying down. He'd make sure to return the favor.
After the press conference, he'd assign people to investigate. If they could trace it, great. If not, he'd just buy the intel from the black market.
The Fifth Zone was off-limits to the general public, so it wasn't nearly as crowded as the others. Following the wide, empty corridor, Tony Stark entered the Fourth Zone—styled as a futuristic tech exhibition area, and also the site of the upcoming press event.
This was the first zone the drones had cleared—completely free of criminals. Watching through the feed, Coulson couldn't help feeling speechless, like all his prior efforts had been for nothing.
Stepping onto the central stage, Tony Stark began adjusting the equipment. The holographic projection system came online, casting crisp, vivid imagery as it began playing an intro animation—setting the stage for the presentation to come.
Meanwhile, in other exhibition halls, the platforms came alive with synthetic mechanical voices:
"Attention all cosplayers: the cosplay competition is about to begin. Please prepare to go on stage. When introducing yourself, the system will record your information. Failure to do so will be considered forfeiture."
"Oh~~ The competition's starting!"
Inside his cockpit, Vegapunk's eyes lit up. He switched on the external speakers and shouted, "Ladies and gentlemen, make way! I'm going to participate in the cosplay contest!"
His booming voice echoed through the hall. Like Moses parting the sea, the crowd split open, creating a straight path toward the stage. The massive mecha strode forward, each heavy step shaking the ground.
A mechanical warrior competing on stage alongside handsome men and beautiful women—it was quite the spectacle.
The contrast was… unique, to say the least.
Mu Yang was genuinely curious to see what place the robot would get, so he decided to stay and watch.
As for Byakuya, he didn't leave either. The contest would be recorded anyway, and there'd be plenty of photos taken. He could review everything later at his leisure.
Time passed…
The cosplay competition and the product launch began—simultaneously.
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