"Attention, attention, the power consumption of the villa has returned to normal values. The target may have detected your presence."
"Detected?!"
Nick Fury and the others in the villa froze slightly upon hearing this, but there was not much change in their behavior. However, their gazes became sharper, scanning their surroundings.
In the master bedroom, Maria Hill's eyes were sharp, like a preying falcon, quickly scanning the room.
Her eyes flicked over the sockets on both sides of the bed, then the air conditioner, and finally settled on the socket next to the window, only ten centimeters from the ground.
Looking around, there was no sign of Pichu.
She quickly locked onto one spot: under the bed.
The furniture in the bedroom was very simple. Besides the bed and the bedside table, there was basically nothing else. The wardrobe was built into the wall, and some photo frames hung on the walls.
The windows and the closet were closed. If Pichu was still in the room, the most likely hiding place was under the bed.
Thinking of this, Maria Hill pulled out a small flashlight from her waist, squatted down, turned on the flashlight, and shone it under the bed, holding the anesthesia net gun tightly in her right hand.
Under the bed, Pichu, lying on the ground, rolled his big eyes, staring at the feet that were getting closer without blinking, and couldn't help muttering in his heart:
"The shoes don't look like the owner's, so who could it be?"
After a little while, a beam of white light appeared on the ground. The person seemed to be squatting down, and the white light was also moving towards the bottom of the bed. Pichu quickly got up.
Seeing this change, he realized that someone was about to search under the bed.
After getting up, Pichu slowly ran back on his short legs.
This bed was double-sided, with wooden boards at the front and back, and nothing blocking the left and right sides.
While running, Pichu's little brain was also working hard.
"Why does it feel like they're looking for something? Could it be that they're looking for me?!"
"No, I've always been very careful. No one should have noticed me, right?"
"And it doesn't look like an ordinary person. Is it the FBI, CIA, or something else? Could it be S.H.I.E.L.D?"
The main reason for thinking of S.H.I.E.L.D was Pichu's behavior of borrowing electricity.
In the past three months, he had borrowed more than a million kilowatt-hours of electricity. The incidents all happened in residential areas, not industrial sites. In the Marvel Movie Universe, it seems plausible to be targeted by S.H.I.E.L.D.
His little brain was spinning, and when the flashlight's light shone under the bed, Pichu had already run out from under the bed, poking his head and looking in the direction of the door from the side.
Crouching and holding still, Pichu hid on the other side of the board and leaned close.
From this position, Pichu could be seen at a glance from the entrance.
But if you looked under the bed, you would be blocked by the wooden boards and unable to find Pichu outside.
Thump, thump.
Pichu found himself very nervous, feeling as if he could hear his own heartbeat clearly.
Even the two storage sacs on his cheeks felt like they were about to release electricity, but he forcibly suppressed them.
If he discharged electricity at this time, wouldn't he be exposed immediately?
Maria Hill looked under the bed, her eyes as sharp as a hawk's, scanning the area with the help of the flashlight, but she didn't see anything.
So she stood up slowly.
"He (she) got up."
Pichu, leaning on the wooden board, with his big ears twitching slightly, could hear a little movement, and couldn't help but move cautiously under the bed.
"Aww!"
At that moment, a howl, like a wolf's, echoed from downstairs.
Maria Hill's expression froze upon hearing this, and she quickly turned around and ran outside.
Seeing that the person had left, Pichu under the bed couldn't help but heave a sigh of relief, and touched his round belly with his small hands, soothing his frightened little heart.
Outside, Maria Hill left the master bedroom, and another agent who checked the second bedroom also ran out.
The two walked down the spiral staircase to the first floor and saw an agent squatting on one knee, holding a fat, pig-like Alaskan Malamute in his arms.
Obviously, the howl just now came from the dog.
Nick Fury and the other two agents stood not far away.
Nick Fury glanced at the dog, tapped his finger on the wireless headset, and asked:
"What did you find out there?"
"Report, no abnormalities were found at monitoring point No. 1."
"Report, no abnormalities were found at monitoring point No. 2."
"Report, no abnormalities were found at monitoring point No. 3."
...
Hearing Nick Fury's inquiry, the S.H.I.E.L.D agents in charge of monitoring outside responded immediately.
All replies had the same content: no abnormalities found.
"Attention all, the target should still be in the villa. Once you find the target, do not attack it. If the target shows any intention to attack, you may counterattack."
Nick Fury pressed the earphones, narrowed his right eye slightly, and scanned the surroundings sharply.
He was conveying new instructions.
Nick Fury had considered this order.
Judging from the information they obtained, Pichu had never harmed anyone, and it seemed there was only one purpose: to steal electricity.
So Nick Fury thought he could observe the situation first.
If Pichu were as terrifying as that individual from back then, and if provoked, their fate would not be much better.
And since electricity was being stolen, Pichu's ability could be temporarily attributed to electricity.
If Pichu could manipulate it to attack, Nick Fury didn't want to experience getting electrocuted.
In mild cases, the whole body becomes paralyzed and unable to move; in severe cases, the electric current pierces through the heart, leading to immediate death.
After all, because he trusted a certain individual, he lost one eye.
Being able to consume more than one million kilowatt-hours of electricity in three months, Nick Fury believed that if Pichu wanted to harm people, it would be very easy.
"Yes."
After hearing Nick Fury's instructions, the agents also responded.
Maria Hill came to Nick Fury, looked at the Alaskan Malamute, frowned, suddenly thought of something, looked at Nick Fury, and suggested:
"Sir, we can try using the dog. If other animals have broken in, I think the dog should find something."
After all, dogs are excellent at finding things; otherwise, there wouldn't be police dogs.
"Sir, I've made a discovery."
At this time, the agent holding the dog suddenly spoke up.