Marvel Book of Magical Events

Are you serious? Coulson patted his head as soon as he asked, My fault, I should have remembered your identity. Could it be that those Hell's Angel gangsters poisoned by sulfur were killed by that stowaway from hell? Well, that sounds sarcastic. Do you need any help? Like...holy water for church? Do you need a priest before you go?

Salomon looked at Agent Coulson with the eyes of a mentally retarded agent, but Coulson didn't realize that there was something wrong with his statement. We don't need a priest, said the mystic, and the Roman Church doesn't have holy water, neither does the Orthodox Church, nor does the Protestant Church, let alone the Anglican Church. As for the Mormons... oh, I think they should die before the devil .When will you send someone to do it?

Are you referring to the Ghost Rider? Coulson pointed to the monitoring screen, he was a little confused, Do you need us to help you stop the Ghost Rider now? Captain America is preparing to go, you need to wait.

No, I'm talking about the Mormons. When are you going to send agents to take out the Mormons?

Okay~ I didn't expect your topic to change so quickly. Coulson rolled his eyes, trying to ask for help from Agent Victoria Hand, who was standing in front of several monitoring screens in front, but Agent Hand didn't even look at Cole. A glance at Erson and Salomon——Nick Fury banned Agent Hand from contacting Salomon, so this agent known for his tough tactics used Salomon as air. There will be no interference, and not even an extra sound will be made. Agent Coulson managed to put on a smile after using his eyes to get help in vain.

We won't kill Mormons, we advocate freedom of belief. He said with a smirk, Unless they broke the law, and the Mormons in the United States have banned bigamy...

Then you have to step up. Isn't your S.H.I.E.L.D. organization a global organization? In this world, Mormon cubs are born every moment. The last time I heard a Mormon married a hundred Multiple wives...

OK, OK, let's focus on the mission. Agent Coulson anxiously waved his palm in front of Salomon, trying to draw the mystic's attention back, We only care about Ghost Rider now, and The ones who died for no apparent reason, like those who drowned on dry roads. We just want to know, which ones did your targets do?

Don't worry, Coulson, that guy has been captured. Salomon gave up his nonsense, and he pointed to an autopsy report on the tablet, This fallen elemental creature is now staying in a stone He can't get out of the built-up pool. But he's just a little follower, and the guy from hell is still alive.

anything else?

And...sorry, this is our business. The mystic waved his hand, We will deal with that hell stowaway. If he is lucky, he can return to hell, accept His father's punishment; if he is unlucky, then his final destination is only the dissecting table—my dissecting operating table, not yours. Send me out, Coulson, the underground passage of this base is really It's too complicated.

Coulson blinked, he thought Salomon would just cast a spell and leave. Facing the agent's doubts, the mystic explained that he didn't want to waste magic power, why use magic to solve the problem that can be solved by burning other people's gasoline?

Where do you want me to take you, downtown? Coulson led Salomon to the underground garage, You've seen it before, Laura, this is a Corvette C2, don't look at her just A vintage car, she's special. Don't ask me, I won't tell you.

Is this revenge for my mystical style? Salomon opened the car door and got into the co-pilot, I know how special a flying car is, but my horse can also fly, so I will I'm not envious either.

I'm not going to show you anything next time, and besides, you said your horse can fly? That's really weird—but is there anything weird I haven't experienced? Agent Coulson flipped Rolling his eyes, he drove the car out of the underground garage, Do you want to try a burrito? I know a good shop.

Of course, I'm fed up with the court dishes of the Lancastrian dynasty. The British really don't know how to cook. You can't believe it. They don't know how to roast pork, and they call it retro. Sa After the car drove out of the underground garage, Luo Meng looked around. He came in a jeep before, so he couldn't see the location of the base clearly. Now that he is sitting in the red convertible here, he can take a good look at the surrounding situation-this is a military base, and there are some American soldiers with live ammunition patrolling not far away.

Case solved. No wonder Coulson didn't mind Salomon coming to this base by car, because this is just a US military base borrowed by S.H.I.E.L.D. The result of the emergency transfer after the case. Salomon followed Coulson out of the base, the lights of Houston were shining in the night, and the night wind in early spring was still a bit cold.

Do you know of any good restaurants, Agent Coulson? I mean, the more upscale ones.

Are you going to find a good place to date? Coulson turned his head and glanced at Salomon, You are also at this age. But with all due respect, Eton College is full of men.

No, it's to apologize. The mystic shook his head, To Agent Romanov.

I can ask this time, what happened to us in Salem, my authority does not allow me to know too much information. Coulson held the steering wheel with one hand and pointed to his head, I will forget A few things. If you don't mind, I can pick out a few things that I know about—such as what happened between you and Agent Romanov.

That's the aftereffect of temporary madness, don't worry, you've recovered. The mystic said, As for Agent Romanov... she died for about 50 seconds, and I did it.

What! Agent Coulson slammed on the brakes, he asked incredulously, What do you mean being dead for 50 seconds? And, you killed her? Why?

The heart was pierced. The mystic waved his hand, In order to identify whether she is a monster in disguise. Don't worry, there are no sequelae, and she is even healthier than before.

No, I mean, she came back from the dead?

That's right. Coulson saw Salomon looking at him with a look he couldn't understand, I can still be rescued after dying from non-open trauma for less than a minute, you can understand it as a first aid method. Everyone should have experienced this a few times in their lives, probably.

Resurrection from the dead is not something you can see casually, Salomon. Coulson stepped on the accelerator again and drove towards the city. He fell silent, because Salomon's words reminded him of a project he oversaw called Project Tahiti.

The purpose of this project is to promote cell regeneration, so that the Avengers formed by Nick Fury in private can be brought back to life when their lives are dying. But the problem is that this plan will cause the treated person to suffer great pain, and all the agents who are resurrected in the plan are in a state of insanity without exception.

Is it painful to come back from the dead? After a while, Coulson asked in a low tone. He couldn't get over how crazy those agents were when they came back from the dead, and he feared Agent Romanov would be too.

Agent Romanov's wounds were healed long before she regained consciousness, and she didn't have a scar, Salomon said. As for the pain, I don't think there was any. But I killed her anyway, didn't I? Ask her if she has time, I'll treat her to dinner, and I hope she won't shoot me the next time I see her.

Okay. Coulson sighed, Every time I see you, you will bring me unbelievable news, and every time I will be dizzy. If there is anything else, just say it together, I don't want to be scared again One jump. Oh, don't worry, I'm driving pretty steady, it was just a little hard to take.

Uh...Captain America is in love with Peggy Carter's niece?

So Coulson drove the car and turned Salomon into a ditch on the side of the road.

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