Rabies Morris is a half-devil!

Merlin had this guess for a long time, but when she truly sensed the aura of Morris' body that was as thick as a wall and as hot as a flame, Merlin was truly sure.

Morris is indeed the real son of the demon.

Moreover, he and Merlin are completely two extremes. Merlin has been restraining the erosion of his own magic power and doing everything to preserve the purity of human reason and soul, but Morris did the opposite. He let the magic power infect him, and actively accepted the power of darkness and immersed in it.

The moment Morris poked his head out, Merlin could clearly see that Morris's pupils had completely turned into burning flames, and there was also a horny scent similar to demonic scales on his smooth scalp.

His body was not bloated because of obesity, but because the muscles in his body were constantly strengthened under the stimulation of the dark magic, which had caused his body to be distorted.

Morris is losing his last trace of humanity.

The transformation of the semi-demon begins with the soul. Once the body shows signs of demonization, it means that the soul has been transformed. After his body is completely distorted by the dark power, Morris will have a true semi-demon form.

From then on, he will no longer be a human being, nor will he become a devil completely.

That would be the worst fusion of two species, and a real monster would be born.

"Swish"

While looking at Morris head-on, Merlin subconsciously held the black fighting knife on his waist, and he was ready to take a gamble.

However, Morris seemed to have not seen him. The big bald man directly skipped past Merlin's standing position. He looked left and right, showing a puzzled expression.

He didn't see Merlin! He couldn't find Merlin under the shadow cloak!

Chance!

The moment Morris turned around, Merlin quickly slipped out of the fourth floor along the window that had just been opened. At the fastest speed, he rushed out of the base camp of Hell Rabies.

Merlin may have been a little reckless 2 years ago, but after so many things, he has learned to be cautious.

He didn't know Morris's power and background, nor did he understand Morris' background, so he started a rash battle with a very small chance of winning.

The defective semi-demon produced by Morris can resist bullet strikes and grenade explosions, so Morris's ability must be even more amazing. To deal with such semi-demons, Merlin must be fully prepared.

At least, he must first find some methods or weapons that can effectively kill the demons.

A few minutes later, Merlin returned to the car.

He picked up the brick phone he issued with a bad look and dialed a number. After a while, the phone answered. Nick Fury's voice rang in the microphone:

"Are you busy just now?"

"I was almost killed by you, Fury."

Merlin said angrily:

"I was just collecting information about a dangerous half-demon, and the message you sent almost exposed me."

Speaking of this, Merlin suddenly had an inspiration in his mind. He pondered for a moment and said to Fury tentatively:

"But Fury, I discovered something. The half-demon I just tracked down was transforming ordinary people in Manhattan, turning them into monsters in extremely cruel ways, and I doubt that it was planning something very dangerous."

"I heard you say before that there are masters in the Strategic Science Legion who are specialized in dealing with paranormal phenomena, right? Can you ask him for help to cooperate with me to deal with this dangerous half-demon?"

“Not now.”

Fury replied in a little embarrassed manner:

"After Kohler came to power, he began to investigate our secrets. I have asked that master to go to Europe for a while. Now that he is back, it is easy for Kohler to catch the handle."

"Is that incompetent again?"

A trace of disgust flashed in Merlin's eyes, and he said:

"Can't you deal with that incompetent and incompetent bastard? Let Patton lie in ambush and easily get rid of him with one arrow."

"Then what?"

Fury was also helpless, he said:

"If Kohler is solved, the next person behind him will send him, which may be more difficult to deal with than Kohler. Moreover, political assassination means will have endless troubles."

"Let's not talk about Kohler, his existence is just an optional trouble. Come to my safe house, Merlin. Something happened, it's very important."

"I need your strength."

"Okay, I'll arrive in 20 minutes."

When Merlin heard Fury's tone solemn and did not hesitate much, he turned the front of the car and rushed towards Fury's safe house in Brooklyn.

20 minutes later, Merlin arrived at a somewhat old residential area. He parked his car in the underground parking lot, took the elevator all the way to the 7th floor, then looked around, and sensed the situation in the room with dark perception. After confirming that Fury was in it, he knocked on the door.

There are 3 rhythmic strikes, then 2 rapid strikes, and finally 4 rhythmic strikes.

Although it has arrived in 1992, the ancient and effective method of codec is still popular among the agents.

"Bang"

The door was opened, Fury looked at Merlin, nodded to him, and signaled him to come in.

Merlin walked into the living room, and he seemed to be the last one to arrive, which was already full of people.

There are Agent Patton he knew, Agent Victoria Hand who had met once, and a middle-aged man who was not aware of whom he was sitting on the sofa, smoking a cigar.

Finally, there was an acquaintance that Merlin didn't expect.

More than a month ago, the black widow Natasha Romanov, who was just "invited" back.

She leaned against the window, obviously not in the same circle as the other three. When she saw Merlin walking into the room, Natasha blinked at him invisibly, as if she was greeting her.

"I'll introduce you to Merlin."

Fury closed the door, turned around, and said to Merlin:

"You have met Agent Hand. The gentleman next to her is John Gatler, senior agent director of the European Division, and an excellent agent recruited by Ms. Carter himself. He has just flew to New York from the European Division to help us."

"Hello."

Merlin nodded friendly to the old agent in front of him, who was holding a cigar in his mouth and sprayed two wisps of smoke from his nostrils. He looked at Merlin with a sharp look. After a moment, he turned his head to look at Fury, and he said:

"There is no problem for everyone else. Whether it is you or Hand, they are my old friends for many years, I am absolutely relieved of you. And I have heard of the abilities of Patton and Natasha, and I don't have much concern about them. But this child."

"Fry, are you sure you want to let him participate in this operation? Even if he was in the Secret Service Academy, he has been a Secret Service for less than a year."

John Gatler looked at Fury and said seriously:

"This is not a game, or some hell of a test. This time we're going to really go to the battlefield. You might as well call Felix or Weaver."

"Felix is ​​far away in North Africa, and Agent Weaver is doing shameless. I don't have much choice, Gatler."

Fury shook his head and said to the others:

"Don't worry, everyone. I promise you that Merlin will not drag us down. In fact, I plan to leave the most critical part of this action to him!"

"I agree!"

The silent Hawkeye Patton nodded, agreeing with Fury's proposal. The black widow Natasha, who was leaning against the side, also bounced her finger and said softly:

"Well, indeed, no one is more suitable to rescue hostages than Merlin."

"Hey, wait!"

Merlin was still a little confused about the situation. He looked at everyone in front of him, raised his hand and interrupted their discussion. He looked back at Fury, and he asked:

"So what the hell is it? Why did this old cowboy say we are going to the battlefield? Did you call me here just to take me to the war?"

"Absolutely, Merlin."

Agent Victoria Hand pushed his glasses and introduced Merlin in a very rational voice:

"We just received news that unrest broke out in the capital of Panama, a group of anti-government armed forces attacked the embassy and held several hostages. We want to rescue the hostages as quickly as possible."

"Why are we?"

Merlin asked again: "Don't someone do these things?"

"Because Pierce is among those hostages too."

Fury said seriously and heavily.

"Pearce? That's not ours"

Merlin looked back at Fury, who nodded and said softly:

"It's our backstage in the World Security Council and the former leader of the Strategic Science Legion. This is not just what it seems."

"Poor Pierce had just landed in Panama and was preparing for a summit meeting. As a result, there was an hour later, a rebellion broke out in the capital. The hellish anti-government armed forces did not capture the parliamentary building or take over the communications station, but rushed into the embassy and arrested Pierce in the right direction."

Agent John Gatler took off the cigar in his hand and let out a playful laugh, saying:

"It seems that the people behind Kohler are no longer going to wait. They are going to cut off the backbone of us and kick us out."

"Yes."

Fury reached out and placed it on Merlin's shoulder, he said:

"If Pierce was killed by the 'insurrectors', then the possibility of us regaining the Strategic Science Legion would be completely zero. Without Pierce standing up for us at the World Security Council, Kohler and the jackals behind him would eat every piece of meat on us."

"Merlin, there is not much time for you to prepare. We must set off for Panama immediately and we must resolve this before dawn."

Fury said to Merlin:
To be continued...