If anyone is the best history professor in the world, then Enoch is definitely up there. He seems to be content to record what he sees and hears in words and videos. The language Enoch uses is straightforward.
Objective, rarely adding personal emotions and judgments. This is Constantine's request for it, to record history. "I don't know why you are so optimistic." Enoch's voice is as straightforward and plain as his words,
Without any emotion, "Historians are a job for future generations. Do you believe that the mission of Agents of SHIELD can continue our future?"
"No, I was never optimistic that Agents of SHIELD could accomplish their mission."
Constantine remained standing for twenty-six hours, during which time he supervised the Rangers loading thermonuclear weapon warheads and the servitors needed to maintain the weapons into the warehouse, using keys that SHIELD could not open and
The armor completely sealed it, and finally held the ignition key in his own hands. The Emperor determined that Agent Coulson would never reveal the location of the base to the US government's re-established S.H.I.E.L.D., but in order to increase the bargaining chip in his hand, a
Small-yield nuclear warheads capable of destroying the entire base and turning all data into ashes were transported here.
"Although you have lived on the earth for a long time, you do not see destruction every time. We are wandering on the edge of extinction every day, and the old fears will always threaten our survival." Constantine is still energetic.
Abundant and heavy paperwork cannot wipe out his sanity. In fact, after overseeing the transportation, installation, activation and maintenance procedures of thermonuclear warheads, he can still find time to practice the garrison spear that has become one with himself. "So do we?
Have a future?" The guard commander said to himself, imitating the emotional tone that ordinary people should have, "Yes, I'm sure. Even if SHIELD agents fail in their mission, they are just a way to continue the future.
method, as long as they can provide enough information, we can find a corresponding solution."
"This is called optimism." Enoch reminded, "My sentiment analysis module is calibrated and will never go wrong."
"I don't care." The guard commander took off his gorgeous golden helmet and exposed his cold face to the circulating air cleaned by static electricity. He arranged Enoch in the safest room in the lighthouse base, led by two heavily equipped
Soldiers of the First Secret Regiment guarded the place, but Enoch didn't mind this prison-like environment at all, and Constantine had no idea of being sorry about it. "I came here to ask you something."
"I guessed it. Forgive me for using such inaccurate words, but I don't think you are interested in hearing the action model I built." The Immortal Man has a weird, blunt sense of humor, as if he is imitating humans.
He quickly stopped this behavior, and even the fake smile squeezed out by the facial bionic muscles just now disappeared. "I am completing the work you gave me, writing what I saw and heard in the form of a chronicle,
So the incident you asked me about is most likely related to this matter."
Constantine lowered his head and glanced at the numbers on the holographic projector.
"Maybe, I suggest recalculating, but a complete chaotic system model may burn out your logic processing center, and you can't include the movement of every atom in the calculation." He took out the data pad and put it on Enoch
In front of him, the Immortal took a look and found that there was a picture of a young black-haired woman on the data board. She was laughing. As Constantine moved his fingers, pictures of this woman wearing clothes from different eras were revealed. Different
Different clothing, different body types, and even different hairstyles. "Using technology to simulate the environment of this target may help you conduct screening." He said, "We are using this system extensively to track down criminals."
"You mean, except for the first picture, all other pictures are fake?"
"The answer the computer gives is helpful, just like a psychological profile," Constantine said. "Do you have this facial data in your database?"
"who is she?"
"I can't say, Enoch."
"I have the right to know." Immortal Man protested expressionlessly, "It only needs to be related to the mission. This is our agreement."
"This is another task, a task that has nothing to do with you."
"There is a 67% chance that you have to leave." Enoch suddenly said, "You have to leave the lighthouse base."
"There is nothing I can do here." Constantine said calmly, "All plans are on track, and the SHIELD agent team is undergoing training. If they can successfully bring back the news, then we can do it as quickly as possible.
Take targeted measures quickly. If they can't do it, then..."
"Thermonuclear warhead?"
"That is the last resort. We must eliminate all interference options if my master overestimates Agent Coulson's sense of responsibility for his mission." Constantine said, "Judging from past experience, such preparations are effective.
Necessary, he would trust Agent Coulson but I would not."
"So this is your order?"
"Yes."
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"This will be the last time you look at pictures of women at dinner."
Joan of Arc handed Salomon a hand-rolled cigarette and a full glass of wine, allowing the latter to grab the data pad in an inadvertent moment. The dining table was full of people, and Joan of Arc and Bayonetta sat beside him.
On the side, Milia sat on his lap, and the Cheshire Cat sat on Milia's lap, launching tentative attacks on the food on the table at every moment. To be honest, the dinner at the manor made Laura
·Crawford was dazzled. She didn’t know how Salomon could maintain the three jobs of sharing food, feeding girls and chasing away cats at the same time. Now the black-haired witch lit a cigarette for him again, which made him look even busier.
To be honest, Lara Croft thought she would like this dinner atmosphere very much.
A large amount of food was placed on the table, and everyone shared food and wine intimately. Water vapor and smoke lingered over the table, dimming the brilliance of the spectacular crystal chandelier into a ball of golden sunlight. This was not made of jewelry, gold and
The cold splendor of luxury goods and the flamboyant wealth are just embellishments at their feet. What really fills the table is a passion and elegance depicted by the warmth that melts in the eyes, the noisy whispers and kisses.
Of course, there is beauty and nobility.
Look at the tableware here. During the Sun King's time, only the Palace of Versailles provided plates and knives and forks. The soup pot placed on the table was once used to hold feasts dedicated to the gods.
The bowl comes from the Ru porcelain kiln of the Song Dynasty. They used these tools very naturally and nonchalantly, as if they were born to do so. They are the owners of these priceless things, and the cultural relics seem to become more valuable because of their use rather than the other way around.
They will talk about the stars, alchemy, science, art and dizzying philosophy at the dinner table, and they will talk about writing, painting, gunpowder and metals. Their topics are huge and complicated, and there is no obvious difference between knowledge and knowledge.
It is as if all the knowledge created by human beings is integrated into their speech, existing in a rhythm that ordinary people cannot detect - this noble attitude is far more noble than adding a title in front of one's name, buying a castle or attending a certain event.
This kind of social activity is much more valuable. What makes Lara Croft even more envious is the intimate attitude between Salomon and the Witch. The Witch's close-fitting silk nightgown perfectly outlines her plump hips and slender waist.
Just like Aphrodite walking out of the sea, anyone will be moved by such beautiful scenery. Their mere existence is the embodiment of lust.