After finding Salomon's address, Coulson planned to visit alone. But no matter how kind he was, he was still a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent, a professional.
Facing a target that could lose control at any time, he had already notified the action team to be on standby.
Coulson took another deep breath, filling his lungs with the cold air to increase the oxygen content in his blood and activate his nerves.
In this operation, he had to be prepared for the target to lose control, and if necessary, he had to draw his gun and shoot the target as quickly as possible, even if it was a child.
"It's a small museum, no need to be so serious," Agent Sitwell said over the earpiece.
"Maybe the target wants to put that ring in the museum and make up a nice story to attract tourists to save the terrible foot traffic. Do you know what I saw? The foot traffic at this museum is almost zero! We didn't even see many people going in and out while monitoring from a distance. Coulson, there are plenty of private museums like this in London, some even in attics. Maybe you'll see an old lady lying in an armchair as soon as you push the door open. Are you sure you don't need to act with me?"
"Sitwell, this is the first time I've known you to be so humorous. Don't worry, I've been through many missions like this, you know, we're all Level 6 clearance," Coulson replied with a smile.
He knew his colleague wanted him to relax because the target's ability was dangerous this time and there was a risk of losing control.
But Coulson still planned to visit alone.
He said, "I also know how bad the operation of this museum is, that's why I didn't do any prior reconnaissance. I'm worried that the target's emotions are unstable, and multiple strangers suddenly visiting together might cause the target to have a stress reaction. If it can be resolved peacefully, I still don't want to use violent means."
"Alright, if you insist."
Sitwell gave up persuading.
"But remember, be careful of old ladies, in horror games, old ladies are always the final bosses."
"I'll remember that."
After speaking, Coulson showed a kindly smile.
Even though he was wearing dark sunglasses, it still couldn't hide his inherent charisma.
But an agent couldn't be completely unprepared.
He made a gesture behind him, indicating that the action team members were ready, and then cautiously pushed open the door of the old museum.
The museum wasn't big.
It was empty inside, with no display stands, no exhibits, and no people.
There were no signs of life either.
The only suspicious thing was that the brown wooden floor was incredibly smooth, as if it had just been waxed not long ago.
Now Coulson was sure that this building had some age to it.
Even if the floor was well-maintained, some signs of aging were unavoidable.
He walked softly on the floor, the sound of his leather shoes hitting the floor absorbed by the special heels.
The entire building was filled with a terrifying silence.
Coulson looked around, putting one hand inside his suit jacket and quietly holding onto his pistol.
He was quite sure that his target, Salomon Damnett, lived here, because according to the information from the London adoption agency, Salomon was adopted here.
But the current situation made him have a worse guess—that there was an organization here that was consciously collecting mutant children and training them to be their money-making tools!
They even had the technology to find mutants before they awakened, and this museum was probably just a temporary meeting place for them!
This guess startled Coulson even more, because according to the information from the British government, Salomon Damnett had been adopted, but the information of the adoptive parent was blank.
What did this indicate?
It indicated that this organization also had some power within the British government!
Hmph!
The decaying British Empire, reeking of the old landlord class everywhere!
Coulson felt it was necessary to investigate whether the British child protection agency was cooperating with those organizations of unknown origin to persecute more innocent children!
At that moment, Coulson's heart was filled with a sense of mission.
He was determined to track this organization for a long time.
For the mutant children who had been persecuted and those who had not yet been persecuted, he had to continue investigating this case!
He thought of someone.
Saving mutant children might give Melinda a sense of atonement and help her recover from the incident in Bahrain.
In a brief moment, Coulson thought of many things.
He slightly relaxed his guard.
Although he still didn't relax his grip on the gun, he put his other hand on his earpiece.
"Let the action team search. There's no one here."
Of course, Coulson couldn't find Salomon.
Salomon was currently strolling on the streets of Hong Kong, completely unaware that because of him, someone had already mistaken Kamar-Taj for a den of thieves.
The street near the Hong Kong Sanctum was one of the most vibrant places he could find.
The food sold here was also quite to his taste, so the reason why he didn't go to London or New York was obvious—it was because there was nothing good to eat there!
Where in London or New York could you find bamboo pole noodles, or dim sum like shrimp dumplings and siu mai?
Foreigners wouldn't understand these things.
Of course, the more important reason was that the guardian of the Hong Kong Sanctum, Wu Grace, heard that Salomon had been attacked by a black magician.
Although the Sorcerer Supreme had saved Salomon, it takes a hundred days to recover from a serious injury, so he definitely needed to drink some chicken soup to nourish his body.
"How can 'ghosts' (foreigners) stew chicken soup? They all use pressure cookers!"
When mentioning this, Wu Grace became very excited.
"For boiling soup, for boiling soup, you definitely need a clay pot! Oh, Auntie is not talking about you, you don't need to understand what 'ghosts' mean."
"..."
Salomon didn't know where to start complaining for a moment.
He could only gently pinch the little face of Wu Grace's daughter, Alice Gulliver.
Alice also looked at him with a helpless expression.
As a shut-in, he knew this was the peak of his life.
Getting back to Coulson, the museum he found was actually Kamar-Taj's London Sanctum.
As for why he didn't see anyone, the reason was simple.
When he pushed open the door, he had already entered a mirror dimension.
Kamar-Taj's spatial control magic was unmatched in the universe.
When a non-Kamar-Taj member opened that door, they would automatically enter a generated mirror dimension.
This mirror dimension could be canceled and generated at any time.
The purpose of doing this was to prevent unrelated people from entering the London Sanctum.
This meant that the London Sanctum had two doors, and Coulson just pushed open the wrong one.
As for why Salomon's status in the information of the child protection agency was "adopted," that was even simpler.
A simple enchantment spell could make the people at the child protection agency fill in the information on the form.
Even if it was false, as long as they didn't go back and check carefully, they would never find the suspicious points on the form.
So Coulson's attempt to track the organization he suspected of collecting mutant children was bound to fail, because such an organization simply didn't exist.
Most of the people who left the museum were Kamar-Taj apprentices, and they were accompanied by official sorcerers when they left the Sanctum.
Returning to Kamar-Taj only required opening a portal.
S.H.I.E.L.D. couldn't catch Kamar-Taj's tail.