"Hey, what are you doing?"
Doctor Who walked into S.H.I.E.L.D. surrounded by several agents.
Somewhat confusing.
Although the agents' methods were not very rough, they already made him realize that something was wrong.
Fortunately, SHIELD did not take away his treasure. After all, a sonic screwdriver looks very high-tech, but it seems to be no different from a flashlight.
Who can say that flashlights have no technical content?
It’s just that the title doctor inherently carries something different.
Amy was not that panicked. She had become accustomed to trusting Doctor Who in her past adventures.
No matter what the problem is, a doctor will solve it.
There are many dangerous creatures and seemingly unsolvable dilemmas.
Nick Fury sat in front of his desk, waiting quietly.
Doctor Who needs to go through his questioning.
Deep down in his heart, he was sure that Hydra would not print any work certificates, but this was not the reason for him to turn a blind eye.
The agent's intuition allowed him to do his best to protect the world, but the method didn't seem very appealing.
In other words, it makes people disgusted.
“Hmm? Are you the guy I met not long ago? You move very fast.”
Doctor Who opened the door to his office and walked in.
With Amy Pond by my side.
Although the current situation is a bit out of control, it is not worth causing him to panic.
“Let’s get started, first question, who are you?”
Nick Fury put away the documents on the table, then paused on the table and gathered the documents neatly.
He lowered his eyes, as if the Doctor Who in front of him didn't concern him that much.
It is another boring technique to make others think that they are not taken seriously.
The performance may reveal more things.
It's just that all this is a bit clumsy for Doctor Who.
He has witnessed the birth of the universe and is used to watching the passage of time.
Moment after moment, until there is nothing left.
There is no time, no space, only him.
Time Lords, a race that has been feared by countless beings, are also a pitiful existence.
Perhaps, only things that have not been seen and things that have not happened can move him.
“You can call me Doctor, not Doctor of Medicine, not Doctor of Physics, just Doctor. You just need to call me Doctor. That’s enough.”
Doctor Who has a smile on his face, gentle and profound.
Even though his current face does not suit this elder-like expression, everything that exists appears natural to him.
“What’s your name? I don’t want your code name.”
Nick Fury directly asks the question that everyone who knows Doctor Who in that world wants to know.
what is his name.
In the end, the secret remains a secret except for himself.
Perhaps Doctor Who is his name?
Who knows.
It can’t be Swordsman Ta Hu?
“First of all, you asked what may be the biggest secret in the universe. Secondly, all the rules of this world may be the fantasy of a madman. Do you really think I will answer all your questions?”
Doctor Who's face remains calm.
This time is similar to his countless previous adventures, he always gets into trouble.
But he will soon be able to prove to those people that he may be their only support.
“Flying Spaghetti? I’ve heard of this anti-religious religion, but what do you want to say? You’re the Flying Spaghetti Monster and then you say ‘cook doesn’t care’?”
Nick Fury placed the document on the table.
The tablet sandwiched in the document is observing everything in front of him.
Facing the data, Nick Fury could only admit that the guy in front of him was not a normal human being.
After all, no one has such a body structure.
There are indeed people with two hearts, but there are very few people who have both extremely healthy hearts.
And the energy index in Doctor Who's body frightened Nick Fury a little.
"I just want to know where Harrogath is. I'm just asking for directions."
Doctor Who didn't pay attention to Nick Fury's sarcasm.
If these words can break his defense, then he is too humble.
At the very least, he might show strong enough emotion when it comes to at least mentioning that he failed to save everything.
Be given the title of doctor.
means that he represents compassion, knowledge and many, many good things.
This is why he has never used the term "the last Time Lord" to flaunt his uniqueness.
“Do you know what Harrogas represents?”
Nick Fury looked directly at the other person with one eye and asked tentatively.
Of course, he can always answer questions confidently.
So he is not very likable many times. Fortunately, Nick Fury does not need to maintain too many personal relationships.
How do you say this? Probably the agent needs to calmly remove himself from personal feelings.
“Woof!”
“Fuck Fuck!”
A bark of a dog broke his guard.
While he was carefully creating an environment suitable for interrogation, the dog appeared in his office again.
Needless to say, John Witness will probably appear soon.
He now gets nervous whenever he hears a dog barking.
“Okay, I see, you don’t like puppies?”
Doctor Who glanced at the puppy, and then became serious.
This puppy shows something that no dog on the planet can show.
At least, this is not the breath of earthly creatures.
Gouzi was resurrected by alien technology, so this gave Doctor Who a strong sense of immediacy.
“Hey, why did you bring me to this place?”
A familiar voice caused a change to appear on Doctor Who's face.
Well, this is another difficult question.
Clara.
A magical woman who always appears in the Doctor's timeline.
It’s just that sometimes it’s not so lovable.
But Doctor Who doesn’t care too much about this, he only cares about why Clara appears in this place?
Crossing the world’s isolation is no easy task.
Is she staying outside the TARDIS?
Or maybe the person who will appear here is like the one he has seen in countless adventures?
Doctor Who’s brain is working crazily, but there’s not much else that can be seen from the outside.
"Calm down, it was you who bumped into my car, and I can't understand from your mouth who the doctor you are talking about is! Do you mean Tony Stark, who has a lot of doctorate titles?
, but you just say that you are a playboy guy?”
John Wigger’s voice…
Obviously his car met with an accident again.
Perhaps this cannot be said.
But he couldn't explain the fact that a woman fell from the sky and landed on his car.
The most bizarre thing is that nothing happened to this woman, but her car was totaled.
Perhaps everything wrong with Doctor Who can be blamed on Merlin.
After all, he was the first person to be associated with Doctor Who.
John Wigger doesn’t know why he brought this woman to S.H.I.E.L.D.
But there seemed to be such a voice in the dark telling him that he had to do this.
As if being hypnotized, he did it without any doubt or reflection.
“John, what do you want to do?”
Nick Fury said with a cold face.
Although the newly reorganized Howling Commandos have some privileges in S.H.I.E.L.D., John Wigger should not do so.
"I have no idea."
John Witness suddenly pressed his forehead with his hand, as if waking up from a dream, he realized how bizarre his actions were.
This was as blunt as a stage play in which a deus ex machina had to be used to save the situation, but that’s what he did.
“Well, I’m just a little concerned. According to my experience, there are few trouble-free places where I am, so when are you going to tell me what happened here and ask me for help?”
Doctor Who spoke slowly.
The tone is still cheerful.
also filled with pride.
He is something to be proud of.
Anyway, he no longer knows how many people and planets he has saved.
Perhaps he remembers it, but he won’t tell the number.
Like the number of all the victims in his hometown.
Perhaps, he can really name those victims, after all, it is something that is deeply remembered.
“Go find Rumlow.”
Nick Fury looked at Doctor Who in front of him and made his own judgment.
Harrogas, he just came back from that place and he doesn’t want to go back yet.
Perhaps this guy looking for savages is telling the truth?
Nick Fury was thinking in his heart, but the strong desire for control kept rising.
The energy in Doctor Who's body makes it inevitable that he will care.
Can a living energy source be controlled and used?
"All right."
John Wicker didn't say much. He simply responded and took out his mobile phone and started dialing.
At this time, Rumlow was sitting in the cafe with Constantine.
The Kingpin was a troublesome thing, but now Coulson and Anderson are gone.
Perhaps he can rest for a while.
People cannot be busy all the time. Even the donkeys in the production team must have time to rest.
Even in the days of production teams, donkeys ate better than people...
Rumlow answered the ringing phone and listened silently.
“You mean now?”
After hearing what John Wigger said from the other end of the phone, Rumlow was a little dissatisfied.
He is only a non-staff member now and does not need to listen to Nick Fury's command.
But five minutes later, he still appeared in S.H.I.E.L.D.
John Wicker. In other words, Nick Fury used John Wicker's mouth to put forward an offer that he could not refuse.
SHIELD promised to help him establish a foundation using SHIELD's funds, but the destination of their funds is always unclear.
This foundation is used to help those who have been harmed by Hydra.
Rumlow walked into the door with Constantine with a funny expression on his face.
Then he glanced at the elevator and walked towards the stairs.
Although SHIELD's elevator looked normal, in Rumlow's eyes, there might be some curse inside it.
After he became a barbarian, the elevator was not very friendly to him.
“Hey, man. You mean we need to take the stairs?”
Constantine said with the most exaggerated expression, and then walked directly to the elevator.
“I don’t have as much physical strength as you. A few months ago, I was suffering from lung cancer.”
Constantine waved to Rumlow, and then walked into the elevator.
Of course, he didn't press those buttons.
He does not have that authority for the time being. Although Nick Fury has promised to hire him as a mysterious expert, the data has not yet been entered.
Nick Fury is also worried about this. After all, Constantine has a great reputation. He is afraid that when Constantine's letter is passed to the personnel department, someone will hand in his resignation letter.
“Melinda, please send Constantine to Nick Fury’s office.”
Rumlow shouted to the haggard-looking lady over there, then turned and walked up the stairs.
There are only a dozen flights of stairs, which is not a problem for Rumlow.
Had it not been for the spiral structure of the stairs, Rumlow might have jumped up directly.
Melinda held a folder in her hand and glanced at Constantine.
“John Constantine? I have long admired his name.”
Melinda said expressionlessly, and then pressed the elevator's door button.
“Director’s Office.”
Melinda spoke to the voice recognition assistant in the elevator, and then stood quietly.
“Hey, ma’am, would I be lucky enough to have a date with you after get off work?”
Constantine was as frivolous and a little bit mean as ever.
“John Constantine, you have many murder charges against you, and I don’t think you want me to send you to Scotland Yard. Of course, the same goes for the NYPD.”
Melinda said this, and then she saw Constantine take out the cigarettes in a plastic sealed bag from his pocket.
There are not many but not few SHIELD agents who smoke, but none of them smoke in the elevator.
This is contrary to public morals.
There are also safety risks.
“Also, smoking is prohibited in the elevator!”
Melinda took the cigarette out of Constantine's hand, then noticed the indescribable smell on the bag and frowned.
“You know ma’am, just because I might go to jail at any time, I have to hide my cigarettes in some hidden places. By the way, I have the best job.”
Constantine smiled and reached out to take the cigarette back.
“Ding dong~”
The elevator stopped halfway.
Constantine still had a smile on his face until a few familiar faces walked in outside the elevator.
His expression finally changed.
No one wants to meet their boyfriend from a while ago when asking a woman for a date.
This is embarrassing.
To each other.
What was even more embarrassing was that after the incident, Constantine took away every valuable thing on the person in front of him, including a Bluetooth headset, a uniform-style suit and all his change.
Even the pistol was sold by him.
“Little John, I miss you so much!”
The burly man said this.
“Of course, me too.”
Constantine said while maintaining a smile.
“Does S.H.I.E.L.D. have any requirements regarding people’s orientation?”
Constantine asked Melinda beside him.
Compared to the ex-boyfriend in front of her, Melinda, who Rumlow is willing to trust, is more reliable.
Constantine's judgment was sharp.
"No."
Melinda probably figured it out.
After all, Constant's expression is obvious enough.
So Melinda made room slightly for the big man who just came in.
The big man walked in with a smile.
“Archives.”
After saying where he wanted to go, he clenched his fists and looked at Constantine.
The elevator may be the best place to solve the problem after the toilet.
This kind of conventional thing seems to be universal everywhere.
There is enough time, and the big man believes that his own skills are enough to deal with a Constantine.
“You want to do it here? I don’t care, but you...”
Constantine was halfway through speaking when he suddenly remembered what Melinda said about SHIELD having no requirements for orientation.
“Well, if you don’t mind, I don’t care, but can you hurry up?”
Constantine said this and scratched his butt.
Hand has already grasped a small ball of demon flesh.
This thing is enough for him to protect himself.
He doesn’t care about orientation, but he still has some difficulty accepting office romance.
A little prank, no problem, probably.
"Before you do anything, let me go out."
Melinda said with a cold face.
She always felt that what she said seemed a bit strange.
But time did not allow her to think about it carefully.
Melinda has no intention of watching the live broadcast.
“Open the door on the next floor.”
Melinda said this.
The elevator began to slow down and came to a steady stop.
Then, a series of gunshots came from outside.
“No wonder Rumlow chose to take the stairs...”
Constantine whispered.
Then a flaming skull burned through the elevator door and stuck its way in.
“Well, the elevator is indeed a dangerous place.”
Constantine had a smile on his face and cold eyes.
The demon flesh and blood held in his hand turned into a ball of black light and was thrown out, hitting the skull's head in the middle.
Although it is just a small blinding spell, with the addition of demon flesh and blood as a medium, this thing is already a relatively powerful curse.
More importantly, this piece of flesh and blood was taken from the corpse of the secret realm guard.
There was a disgusting smell like a clogged sewer, and Melinda looked at Constantine with horrified eyes.
The demonic flesh and blood in Constantine's hands did not escape the eyes of the cavalry, but this approach was a bit shocking.
“Don’t worry, devil’s flesh is not spread through skin contact, and I don’t have hemorrhoids.”
Constantine said this, and then showed his white teeth to his "ex-boyfriend".
That big man’s face turned pale.
“I remember this is Ghost Rider? How did he appear in S.H.I.E.L.D.?”
Constantine took out a white ribbon from his pocket and wiped the hand that had come into contact with the demon's flesh.
The belt began to emit green smoke when it came into contact with Constantine's palm.
Bursts of holy flames burned from above.
When he met Anderson before, he secretly cut a strip of cloth from Anderson's body.
The clothes worn by angels may be more powerful than the holy cloth.
Angels seem to like giving alms? So Constantine didn't feel any guilt at all.
And Anderson didn’t say anything about it at the time.
The holy flame began to burn, and the three people in the elevator felt their courage rising for an instant.
It’s just that Melinda is more calm when facing various things, while Constantine has always been cautious about these mysterious things, so he can restrain his impulsive emotions very well.
The big man let out a heroic roar, pulled out his pistol, and fired continuously at the skull in front of him.
He emptied his magazine faster than the NYPD. He was worthy of being a member of S.H.I.E.L.D. Each bullet hit the same location firmly, turning into liquid metal and dripping on the ground.
Then he roared and punched Ghost Rider's head.
“Cool! I think he must have a common language with the barbarians!”
Constantine couldn't help but say as he watched his "ex-boyfriend's" fists being burned, and then giving a brave headbutt to the skull's head.
“Not really!”
Rumlow's voice came, and a mace tore open the elevator door together, knocking the Ghost Rider directly to the ground.
It was only then that Constantine saw the full picture of Ghost Rider clearly.
“I remember that Ghost Rider used chains? Sometimes he also used guns?”
Constantine tilted his head and said, while the cloth strip in his hand continued to burn.
“Obviously, this isn’t it!”
Rumlow raised his hands above his head, and an ancestor's hammer began to condense!
The hammer is full of sharp spikes, it looks so merciless!
The brilliance of the hammer connected with his ancestors' wrist guards, emitting an even stronger radiance!
“Coax!”
The Hammer of the Ancestors was supposed to fall on Ghost Rider's head, but it was blocked by another hammer!
The huge impact at that time would not disappear just because it was blocked!
Shock waves spread in all directions!
Melinda's steps were a little unsteady, and Constantine kindly gave her a hand.
Of course it’s okay to find support for yourself.
Everyone at S.H.I.E.L.D. is getting busy.
“Okay, Lord Tianhammer, I know this hammer.”
Constantine said helplessly.
He indeed wanted to deal with the matter of Lord Tianhammer, but he did not plan to meet one of them so early.
soul Eater!
This thing poses a greater threat to him than other hammers, and it may not have much effect.
After all, there is only half of Constantine's soul in his body, and he will not die immediately if he is swallowed by the Soul Eater.
But it may be easier for the Soul Eater to swallow his soul than to swallow an ordinary person.
“Soul Eater, I think the current Ghost Rider may no longer have his own mind?”
Constantine whispered.
His hand holding Melinda was mercilessly slapped away.
Melinda took out a tissue and wiped her hands, then threw the folder in her hand directly towards the Soul Eater!
“I started resigning today, and I told that black-hearted bastard more than a month in advance!”
Melinda strode out of the elevator and walked directly towards Nick Fury's office.
She believed that Nick Fury would not know anything about what was going on here, and an explanation was her most simple idea.
However, Nick Fury was also confused.
How this guy appeared in SHIELD, he had no idea.
Not even S.H.I.E.L.D.’s alarm sounded.
But all this is thanks to Colson.
Soul Eater doesn't have much sense.
Countless souls are biting each other in his body.
Johnny Blaze's soul enjoys a higher status as the master of the body, but it is also suppressed by those souls and the will of the Soul Eater.
Soul Eaters will now act according to their body's instincts.
For example, the breath of the hell king named Mephisto.
When Danny and Nadja were shrouded in the secret realm of Harrogath, the only one he could follow was S.H.I.E.L.D.
Helping Hellboy complete the resurrection surgery, according to SHIELD and Nick Fury’s character, how could he not leave some materials for himself to use for research?
Greetings still leads to bad consequences, and it can be said that it is your own fault.
Coupled with the power of Lord Skyhammer that Coulson left in Melinda’s body, this accident makes sense!
Melinda has no way of discovering the mysterious side of power.
Perhaps Constantine noticed it, but his tone was not so serious when helping others.
"ha!"
Rumlow let out a war cry!
Huge sound echoed in the SHIELD building.
A relatively sealed space will make the sound louder!
The Hammer of the Ancestors in Rumlow's hand dissipated and regenerated again!
The successive hammers of the ancestors were jokingly called the century-old kowtow hammer fighting method by Bulqessor.
But this is very effective when the barbarian is not strong enough and needs to explode!
As long as you have enough anger!
“Dang!”
Another collision!
The collision of huge forces caused the blinding curse on Ghost Rider to be dispelled!
This skeleton stood up holding the Soul Eater, the flames on his body competing with Rumlow's fury!
“Hey man, maybe you’ll like this feeling!”
Constantine laughed teasingly and shook the cloth in his hand in the direction of Ghost Rider!
In an instant, the strip of cloth turned into a spear made of holy flames!
The shape is very similar to Solarion, but it doesn't have the blazing high temperature that can burn everything.
"Angels and demons are unreliable. I know that humans can only rely on themselves."
Constantine looked at the scorch marks on his hands and muttered silently.
Then he glanced at the body of his ex-boyfriend lying on the ground, with a cruel smile on his lips.
It is not a pity that the scumbag dies.
The same was true for Constantine himself.
But humans should not die in the hands of those demons!
Constantine smiled, took out a cigarette, then stretched out his arm, lit the cigarette with the high temperature of the spear, put it in his mouth and took a deep breath.
“Now, this place is no longer a confined space~”
He made a sound like stretching, and pressed his finger on the back end of the spear with a smile!
This sacred flame spear moved!
Huh~huh~
From stationary to high speed, the spear flew out as if it didn’t need to accelerate!
Rumlow raised his hands for the third time!
The third Hammer of the Ancestors!
The shadow of Mokot appeared behind him, holding the giant Wu Mercy with one hand!
The hammer directly broke through the ceiling, revealing a horrified Nick Fury on the ceiling and Clara and Amy hiding behind Doctor Who.
The four people and the dog all looked at the Ghost Rider on the other side and the holy flame spear that looked like a ray of light!
Anderson's own strength is so strong that he can kill a Lord Skyhammer.
But this is what Constantine added!
Courage catalyzed by the remains of fear will make you even more violent and desperate!
Constantine’s hand holding the cigarette began to smell of meat, and then turned black.
The power of fear is pure strength for Constantine, who is not afraid, but for courage, it is a mortal enemy!
“What is the greatness of human beings? Courage? No, no, no, it is to live!”
Constantine laughed wildly.
The cigarette butt cut a line of fire in mid-air, like a shooting star, and fell down along with his arm.
The moment his blackened arm fell to the ground and turned into pieces, the spear pierced the Ghost Rider's eye socket!
The curse of blindness caused by the power of fear has been dispelled, but the power of fear is still wrapped around the skull's head!
Courage becomes hysterical in the face of greater fear!
The holy flame breaks out!
At this time, Rumlow’s third hammer of ancestors fell!
Morcott's shadow seemed to glance at Constantine, who was laughing wildly, and his merciless anger became more condensed!
Lumlow's body became weak in an instant.
This hammer is no longer something he has control over!
“Barbarians, that’s what I’m looking for.”
Doctor Who's eyes were serious and he put away his cheerfulness.
Looking at the battle taking place, he took a deep breath.
“There are always people who will fearlessly launch challenges. What can’t be shaken by time or fate other than will?”
Doctor Who said with a smile on his face.
It’s not like he has never seen gods before.
But gods will also fall and be burned.
However, among the powers that burn the gods, the most common ones are courage and fear.
Then there is wisdom and knowledge.
The things needed to shake the gods are always inseparable from these.
Doctor Who’s wisdom is very high, but not to the point that others cannot understand it, but what he relies on is not wisdom, but knowledge.
The convenience brought by wisdom, or the origin of wisdom.
Knowledge will always come in handy.
This is something Doctor Who is proud of.
As the being with the largest reserve of knowledge in the world, he has the power to fight against the gods.
The Time Lords are just a race, an alternative species of immortality.
The power of time is controlled by them not because of blood and instinct, but because of the accumulation of knowledge.
“xia!”
Rumlow let out a hoarse roar.
Sharp as the roar of a wounded animal!
The hammer of the ancestors has finally fallen!
Smashed it on the head that was already wrapped in the holy flame of courage!
Soul Eaters are evil.
The guilt is difficult to cleanse.
But there are always people in the world who are innocent in tragedies.
Innocent people deserve redemption!
What no mercy can bring to the innocent is liberation!
Click!
Soul Eater's hammer was smashed into pieces by the Hammer of the Ancestors, and turned into a puddle of iron powder that was sprinkled on the Ghost Rider's face.
Then be smelted by the holy flame of courage!
A mortal soul rises from that sad body, in the arms of an angel!
Johnny Blaze.
A being who makes a deal with the devil for the sake of his loved ones.
Having resisted the will of the devil in the body for a long time.
Until his consciousness was blocked, he was fighting to judge sinners and quell the hunger in his soul.
The spirit of vengeance, a ridiculous angel!
A bell rings!
The gate to higher heaven appeared in the sky!
Yizur is standing there!
The wings of light behind him stretched out.
The blue, merciful light of justice is shining!
Perhaps he is more like a god in people's minds than Tyrael, the pure angel of justice who has even given up his determination to judge.
Simpleness will always suffer, but simplicity and kindness are the existences that should be praised!
“Fuck Fuck!”
Nick Fury roared.
The feeling of seeing heaven and angels is so unexpected!
Since gods exist, why do they sow evil in the world?
Everyone who has thought about peace will have similar questions when they see gods.
“I will guide your soul! The common nobleman! Johnny Blaze!”
As Yizuer said this, the soul embraced by the angel rose high and flew directly into the gate of heaven!
However, the souls devoured by the Soul Eater are fading away from the flames of hell.
In front of Yizuer, only a being like the Demon King of Hell can do whatever he wants.
Some of the flames of hell are not even qualified to burn in the face of justice!
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