In the moon, Nick Fury suddenly sat up from the coffin-like container.
Because he had touched his head countless times before, he had already removed the top cover.
As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Black Bolt pushing Wolverine to the ground, beating the head made of Adamantium with his fists.
Wolverine's head hit the ground with the force of his fist.
Collapse~
It’s a good idea as soon as you hear it.
Black Bolt looked at Nick Fury who had removed the wires on his body, with some searching eyes.
“Ah, I restarted the aerospace aircraft carrier. We need a base like this instead of just staying on the ground.”
Nick Fury's tone of voice was a bit perfunctory.
Although such an emotional display seems inappropriate for the king of agents, because agents always have to hide their true emotions.
But there is always a place where they can relax a little.
The moon base is this place.
“Nick Fury, you seem to be hiding something from me.”
Wolverine said as his head was pressed and hit on the ground.
The pause in the middle was because his head hit the ground again.
Black Bolt's mastery of power is very good, and this time he is just stuck on the border between being knocked unconscious and waking up.
“So you plan to pierce my chest directly with your steel claws? Well, Logan, I can guarantee that everything I tell you has happened in the past. But there are some things that you are not suitable to know now.”
At the round table where Nick Fury left, he took out the dagger from the strap hanging on his arm and placed it on the table.
“Each time you lose your memory, it means that your body has obvious weakness in a short period of time.
Although the self-healing factor allows the Adamantium alloy in your body to slowly recover, the time it takes is not as little as it takes to cut out a piece of flesh."
Nick Fury didn't even raise his eyes because he couldn't do it.
At this time, Wolverine was still sitting on the floor in close contact with each other. You didn't need to raise your eyes to see his expression.
Wolverine was a little at a loss.
His intuition told him that everything Nick Fury said was true, but he could always feel the uneasiness coming from his heart.
He seemed to have forgotten something important, but he couldn't remember it no matter how much he thought about it.
Amnesia is not something that others can easily think about by simply "thinking hard".
After all, this is a problem in the brain, not constipation, and it cannot be solved by using it. And Wolverine is only good at doing such things "with force" most of the time.
“Black Bolt, please let him go. I don’t think Wolverine Logan is so unwise, although he lacks some respect for the unknown.”
Nick Fury waved his hand and opened the drawer under the table.
It's chilly inside.
It is a small freezer with some refrigerated food in it.
Then he took out a three-quarter steak and put it on the table, and then slowly took out a cigar box from another drawer.
After finishing all these actions, Nick Fury waved to Black Bolt and Wolverine, who were still entangled with each other, to sit down and have a meal.
The life avatar can stay "alive" with nutrient solution, but he still has to eat.
"Logan, I think you are suspicious of everything before because you didn't see any traces of battle in this place, right?" Nick Fury smiled before continuing: "Because this is not the place where you were severely injured.
battlefield."
Nick Fury’s smile is very standard, and at first glance there doesn’t seem to be anything wrong with it.
Emotional and appropriate.
But Wolverine felt that his hair was standing on end.
While Nick Fury was cutting the steak with his own dagger, Logan swapped the steaks in front of him with the ones in front of Nick Fury.
It is his habit to act roughly, so there is nothing to worry about.
“What exactly are we fighting?”
Wolverine grabbed the steak and stuffed it into his mouth, chewing it hard, but he didn't swallow it for a long time.
The just right smell of blood in the steak made him relax a little.
Logan the Wolverine has an extraordinary sense of smell, and the smell of blood at this level just made him feel a long-lost sense of familiarity.
People with amnesia will naturally relax when they feel a sense of familiarity.
Although at this time he was feeling any subtle changes in his body, such as dizziness and muscle relaxation.
These are the remaining instincts in the body.
Ordinary hallucinogens cannot be hidden from Logan's nose, the smell is too obvious.
But his body was telling him that he must be careful when facing Nick Fury.
Who knows why a person like Wolverine, who has a self-healing ability so powerful that he is almost immortal, would be controlled by something like anesthetic.
But these things that are classified under the category of anesthetics are things that even the Hulk would eat.
Nuclear bombs can't survive guys like the Hulk and Wolverine, but anesthetics can.
Perhaps anesthetics are mankind’s greatest invention?
Black Bolt quickly gestured with his hands to communicate with Nick Fury.
It seems that Black Bolt wants to say a lot, so the movements of his two hands are like the seals in Naruto. 1
“It’s okay, Logan is trustworthy most of the time. Of course, I still think the chatty little spider is the most trustworthy.”
Nick Fury glanced at Logan as he spoke, his words full of hints.
Logan is a tragic hero. Most of the people around him will not have good outcomes anyway, and tragedies follow one after another.
The origin of these is people's envy for his ability that is similar to immortality.
Nick Fury doesn't care about this thing, so he doesn't care.
“If you want to tell me something, just be direct. I’m not interested in hearing you continue to waste your time.”
Logan seemed a little anxious, even he didn't know why.
“I will send you back to Earth in a while, but you have to remember one thing, that is, do not explore everything about your past.
Because this is very dangerous, and the people who are in danger are not only you, but also me and Black Bolt over there!"
Nick Fury put the beef on the dagger into his mouth, chewing it while talking.
Such actions made Logan subconsciously relax a little.
He smelled the smell of blood coming from Nick Fury's mouth. Nick Fury was really chewing the piece of meat, not just pretending.
When people who have a bad relationship get along with each other, talking while chewing something is likely to result in disgust rather than affection.
And Nick Fury really looked relaxed, which relaxed Logan's tense nerves.
Logan swallowed the chewed beef in his mouth with a gulp, and said in a less aggressive tone: "I need a more detailed reason."
After I finished speaking, my eyes felt dark.
Before falling into coma, he vaguely saw Nick Fury swallowing the meat in his mouth with a gulp.
“nmd! Why!”
This sentence has no power at all.
"When you wake up, you will be on Earth. I will prepare what you want. I just hope you can remember not to explore the past by yourself."
Nick Fury cut a new piece of meat and continued stuffing it into his mouth.
Three steaks are all the same and all contain LSD.
But Nick Fury eats with a dagger, so he made a slit in his tongue.
Blood can destroy these colorless and odorless hallucinogens.
This is really colorless and odorless, not the kind of poison that is said to be colorless and odorless but turns out to be green when poured out.
That thing once gave people the illusion that the name of the poison was "colorless and odorless".
Wolverine Logan is down again.
"Don't be so nervous. Of course he is not the kind of person who follows the rules, but he is very useful and will not be killed so easily."
Nick Fury said to Black Bolt.
Black Bolt had a strange expression on his face. He originally raised his hand to sign "Who will fix the dam?" but stopped. 2
…
In S.H.I.E.L.D., Constantine was sitting behind a small table, his hands locked directly on the table.
Across from him sat three agents, and several more behind him, pointing guns at him.
"Relax, agents. I'm not going to press charges for kidnapping SHIELD's senior advisor, but I'm asking you to turn off the safety on your gun. I don't want to end up on the table because of your misfire.
.
At that time, something thin, long and cold entered my body, but I could only let out a series of screams.
These words may sound tempting, but you have to know that removing bullets from gunshot wounds is very painful.
Especially me, your great senior advisor, doesn’t like the feeling of being out of control after taking anesthesia. Of course, I wouldn’t mind if it could be replaced with something else that would make me happy.”
Constantine kept talking for a long time, but the three agents in front of him said nothing.
Looks like watching a very boring monkey show.
“What, you’re not going to start our conversation? Or do you need a little reminder? How do I make everyone in SHIELD dream?”
The smile on Constantine's face was a little weird.
Although he is considered handsome, at this moment it seems like a provocation.
Boom~
“A powerful straight punch, Melinda, why did you hit him in the face?”
John Wicker held the dog who was drawing a map at his feet in his arms and rubbed the dog's head while asking.
Looking at Constantine's nosebleeds, he always felt that his nasal cavity was also itching.
"Okay, John Constantine. Since you are already going to explain, just say more!"
Dugan lit a cigarette and put it in his mouth, leaned back, and lay back on the uncomfortable chair.
Needless to say, Constantine must be an old man. He had no reaction at all after seeing such an interrogation scene. He was even a little excited, as if he had returned home.
Why would a guy like this bother to create an interrogation environment?
Dugan doesn’t have that much free time.
“Hey man! Give me one too!”
In front of the three agents, Constantine pulled his hands from the shackles on the table, but did not untie the chains that trapped him on the chair.
Then he moved the chair that was supposed to be fixed on the ground and moved it to the side of John Wicker, and stretched out his hand to Dugan.
The guns in the hands of the vigilant agents behind him made a series of sounds of opening the safety, but none of them dared to fire without the order of their superiors.
Of course there are people here from the ubiquitous Hydra, but now they dare not make the slightest move.
These lurking Hydras no longer know when they will be activated, and the last order they receive is to treat themselves as pure S.H.I.E.L.D. agents before being actively contacted.
As for how to connect, they don’t know.
If the original times were better, then everyone in S.H.I.E.L.D. was very simple, and you could tell the difference between friend and foe by saying "Hey Hydra".
Things seem to be a bit wrong now.
Nick Fury would say this from time to time, making Hydra look like a laughing stock.
And "Hi Hydra" also became a vicious joke.
“Melinda, please take off the finger tiger before you beat him.”
John Wicker was holding his dog in his arms and talking a little weirdly.
Watching Constantine being punched in the face, he felt very uncomfortable.
Melinda silently took off the finger tiger found on Constantine's body, and then took out a thick phone book and a hammer.
Punching someone with a thick book on the back is very painful and also carries certain dangers.
But this danger is controllable. In the early years, those who wanted to torment people used similar methods in piles.
Constantine looked at Melinda who stood up with a look on his face, and then took the cigarette directly from Dugan's hand and took a deep breath.
The next moment, he exhaled smoke and returned to where he and the chair should have been, except that the shackles on the table were actually cuffing his ankles.
Constantine folded his hands on his chest, squinted his eyes and smoked a cigarette.
ˆMelinda was indifferent to Melinda who was planning to do something against him.
“It’s an old method. This method can’t hurt me. No matter how much you train, you can’t ignore magic and hurt me.
Ordinary people and technology have nothing to do with magic most of the time. By the way, except for large-yield bombs. "
Constantine was spraying poisonous spray wantonly, not afraid at all.
He is currently the only employee of SHIELD who is "proficient" in magic.
Even if he provokes everyone in SHIELD and even the cleaning lady is angry with him, Nick Fury will not let him leave easily.
Because his current value is worthy of Nick Fury's concession.
“Go get a copy of Veritaserum, I want to try it!”
Dugan said the first half of the sentence to the agents with guns, and the second half to Constantine.
“I heard that if broken hair is mixed into milk tea and drank, people will feel extremely painful. I wonder if mixing it into truth serum will have the same effect?”
Duggan made meaningless threats.
He himself knew this very well.
Constantine smiled: "How about I teach you a magic that can make the cursed person feel miserable? I think this may be much easier to use than that Veritaserum."
Constantine didn't seem bored and refused to cooperate, but he was waiting for someone who could really talk to him.
Although the three people in front of me have high status, they cannot be Nick Fury's master.
He needs real autonomy and the right to act freely.
This is a very crucial part of his cooperation with Auriel!
This chapter has been completed!