"A resident called the police, saying that a neighbor's house continued to make noise... someone was robbed by two armed robbers on the street..."
The Director of S.H.I.E.L.D. and the Mystic were standing on the outskirts of the city, looking at the few lights in the town. Different things happened, Salomon was sitting on the horse with a lazy expression, while Nick Fury was leaning on the black jeep and kept talking.
He flipped through the tablet in his hand, trying to find some clues.
"OK, stop, I didn't let you access the police files just to see these trivial things." Salomon looked at Nick Fury's wide eyes and said with great disdain, "Armed robberies occurred in the United States.
Isn’t it a normal thing? We are here to see this hellish creature, not to maintain law and order. That is not my business.”
"The devil is in the details, Salomon." Nick Fury shook his head, "Sort out what you want from all the clues. This is a required course for agents. You are still too young. When I
It is recommended that you enter SHIELD Academy for this reason. You must learn a lot of things instead of staying in an aristocratic school and playing house."
"Is every agent a Sherlock Holmes? I happen to know a Sherlock Holmes, no, two versions of three people." Salomon couldn't help complaining, "Do you think I am in the aristocracy?
School is a waste of time, but let me tell you, I need this almost unchanging environment to learn magic, because it is stable enough there and I don’t have much time to waste on taking risks.”
"Sherlock Holmes, Britain's most famous private detective, I didn't know you still had a cooperative relationship with him."
"No, I just said it casually."
"Okay, that's it!" Nick Fury stepped forward and handed the tablet to Salomon on the horse, "I promise this time it's not some hysterical fat middle-aged woman who called the police because of superstition.
This time is different. The local police have reported this case, and we have to solve this matter before the FBI arrives. You don’t want ordinary people to die too many, right?"
"I don't mind if necessary." Salomon said words that made Nick Fury's hair stand on end while flipping through the information. "Ha, tentacles stretched out from the flames and pulled people into the kitchen fire. That's really worthy of it.
It’s the work of creatures from hell.”
"Is this the devil we're going to face?"
"Not all creatures from hell are devils." Salomon handed the tablet back and corrected Nick Fury's common sense mistake, "The power of the lower plane will affect other extra dimensions, such as the elemental plane, such as
In the dream plane, all planes are not incompatible. For example, the spiritual world, where demons are hunting souls all the time, but this kind of scene is something you cannot see in the spiritual world of the earth, which has been cleaned up by us.
——Of course, this also leads to many souls having nowhere to go, and they have to wander for a long time before they can return to the place of eternal silence. In other words, the haunted things you see may be true. Every year, the Vatican relies on exorcisms.
The devil has made 5 billion euros in Italy, but those priests don’t have much ability. Most of the incidents are solved by Kamal Taj, and there is no charge.”
"So, our opponent is a dream monster affected by the power of hell?" Nick Fury asked, "Is it difficult to deal with it?"
"No." Salomon activated a scroll. The spells on this scroll can absorb the damage caused by fire. It is not fun to be touched by the fire of hell. "It is not difficult to deal with." He said,
"But the incarnation of the King of Hell is also in the world at this moment. It's hard for me not to think about the relationship."
"Monther F*uck! How many things do you still have that you haven't told me!" Nick Fury suddenly broke into a cold sweat after hearing what Salomon said, "The King of Hell is in the world?!"
"What's the use of telling you, you can't solve this matter." Salomon glanced at the bald head of the director of S.H.I.E.L.D., "Stop talking nonsense, let's rush to the scene of the crime quickly."
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"Welcome, Agent Philip Coulson." The policeman in a long-sleeved coat looked suspiciously at the black man in the leather jacket and the young man in the red robe in front of him. Although he was a little suspicious, the situation was urgent.
, the other party also showed his ID, and he didn’t mind cooperating.
"Who is this……"
"Agent John Constantine." Salomon shook the young policeman's hand, "Excuse me, I was attending a costume party not long ago. This is an emergency, and this is the only equipment I have on me.
Sunglasses."
"I hope you didn't forget to bring your gun. That guy is not easy to deal with." The police gave up on the matter of clothing. When he turned his head, Salomon lowered his head and winked at Nick Fury through the slit of his sunglasses.
——This is his magic, otherwise even if it is a plainclothes FBI, the other party will ask to contact the FBI to verify his identity after seeing his appearance.
"Didn't you already catch the madman?" Nick Fury took over the conversation.
"Crazy? No, we don't know whether he is crazy or we are crazy." The young policeman took Salomon and Nick Fury to see his boss. He introduced the situation as he walked, looking very
Friendly, "His roommate disappeared, we found a pile of ashes in the kitchen, and then he started going crazy again, saying that he dreamed that the flames ate his roommate - I don't know if he was on drugs.
"
"Damn junkie."
"His urine test results haven't come out yet, but I think they're pretty close. He must have been too high," the police said. "But what's puzzling is that we did find his roommate's DNA in the kitchen...
...This is the highest priority...Guess where we found the DNA? It was a piece of meat, with skin on it, and there were tattoos on it. Maybe this madman was right, and the flames really ate him
Roommate. Now that his detention time is coming and we have no evidence, you still have the last moment to question him."
After Nick Fury and the Mystic Master skillfully used fake documents and "charming humans" to deal with the local police, they took Salomon to the interrogation room to face the suspect. When Salomon saw him
, I knew this was true, and Nick Fury's judgment was not wrong - his face was pale, he kept shaking, and big beads of sweat kept falling down. Maybe the police were worried that he would die of dehydration.
So a glass of water was prepared for him. When Salomon walked in, he saw the empty water glass.
Before Nick Fury could pretend to sit across the table and ask about the case, Salomon walked over first. He stretched out his horrifyingly white gloves and grabbed the suspect's yellow curly hair without waiting.
Nick Fury stopped him and he put his nose to it.
"Brimstone." Salomon let go of the suspect, "It's him, that's right."
"What's right?" The suspect's eyes widened in horror, "What's wrong? What are you talking about? Where is my lawyer?"
Salomon ignored him, but looked at Nick Fury and said, "We have to make him dream to get that thing out."
"Wait a minute, I'm contacting the technical department." Nick Fury lowered his head to operate his mobile phone. He gestured to Salomon to sit down at the table like him and look through the files. After a while, he raised his head and
The mobile phone was shown to Salomon - now, the surveillance camera in the interrogation room has been controlled, and SHIELD technicians replaced the original picture with a looped picture.
"You can use it to your heart's content."
"What are you going to do?" the suspect yelled in horror, but before he could make any more moves, he saw a rose petal fall from Salomon's hand. Then, he didn't know anything else.