After Salomon kicked Nick Fury out, he asked the androids and the Cheshire Cat to clean up while they were looking after the house, and he walked into the portal with a stainless steel pot. He planned to give it to Bayonetta
Even though the witch can survive without eating, the mystic still wants to use this excuse to get along with Bayonetta.
"Good afternoon, Rodin." The mystic mage put the stew pot on the bar unceremoniously, causing the fallen angel craftsman to roll his eyes. Although no one could see it through his sunglasses. "Don't be angry." Salomon.
Said, "Not many people come to this bar anyway, and the beef stew will not ruin the atmosphere here. If you can, please give me a martini. I am of legal drinking age."
"The legal drinking age is twenty-one. Don't think I don't know your age, kid. Coke or milk?" Rodan came over and sniffed Salomon's body, "The smell of sulfur. You have been in trouble recently.
What's the trouble? I heard that there was a lot of chaos in hell some time ago. Is it your fault?"
"Are you referring to Kama Taj's armed parade or the fight between me and Marduk?" Salomon took a big sip from the Coke. Ice-cold carbonated drinks are his favorite, especially those with high sugar content.
He put down the cup and burped with satisfaction, "Mephisto and Marduk are plotting against each other, and I am also involved. Don't worry, not all demon pillars have a rebellious spirit, at least Phoenix is very
cute."
"There are not many Demon God Pillars who are looking forward to the reincarnation of the Seventh Throne. You'd better be careful. There is a connection between the first Baal and the tenth Paar. You have to be careful." Rodan pushed up his sunglasses.
"I don't want to see witches overthrow hell. That will seriously affect my supply of raw materials. You should know that my customers are not just witches, right?"
"So I have another purpose here, Rodin. I need guns, many, many guns - no, not the ones you hang on the back. What I want is the kind of firearm that has both strong kinetic energy and blocking power.
That's right, I want rocket-type firearms, as many as I want! Don't worry about recoil, not things like MBA's gyrojet. I will take my army to hell, don't worry about your raw material supply problem, I will solve it.
"
"Then when do you want it?" The fallen angel craftsman raised his eyebrows in interest.
"As soon as possible, at least there must be a prototype for me to test."
"Boya, when did you learn how to hang out in bars?" While Salomon finished drinking a glass of Coke, the witches walked into the bar. They looked very leisurely, and the work of hunting angels didn't seem to bother them at all.
Unita sat on the seat next to Salomon. She raised her legs and stacked them on the Mystic Mage's thighs. This time, the black stockings she chose had looming patterns on them. The witch deliberately made these patterns
Rub it slowly on Salomon's thigh.
Salomon felt the witch's body temperature and the unimaginable friction and stimulation, which made his breathing become heavier.
"You look like a mature man now!" Bayonetta was very satisfied with Salomon's reaction. "Do you want big sister to teach you something that children can't learn? Big sister, I'm looking forward to it~"
"Ceresa!" Joan of Arc was complaining daily, but this did not prevent her from sitting on the chair next to Salomon. "Angels have been coming frequently recently, endlessly, and even some big ones have appeared."
She said, "You Karma Taj pushed those things onto us again. Theresa and I were so busy that we had no time to sleep. I didn't expect you to come just today, Salomon! Do you know how hard it is for us?"
"To make money to support the family, this is a small stove opened by His Holiness. After all, I can't withdraw unlimited money from Kama Taj's worldly wealth." Salomon pretended to be calm. He snapped his fingers, and the stainless steel pot was already cold.
The transparent stew became piping hot again, and the aroma of beef overflowed from the gap in the pot lid again. "So I brought compensation." He forced a smile, "A rare delicacy, beef stew. You should really enjoy it."
Take a rest, I have asked Dinah to dry the quilt, you can fall asleep with the fragrance of the sun tonight."
"It's yours too, isn't it?" Bayonetta licked her lips, causing Jeanne to complain again.
"Are you serious, Coulson? Six days? It only took you six days to turn a completely refurbished, state-of-the-art aircraft into a pile of garbage!" Agent Coulson stood up straight, accepting the message from above him.
A lecture from his boss. Prior to this, because of his negligence, he allowed the Peruvian government army agent Reyes, whom he had cooperated with before, to board the plane, which led to the government forces hijacking the Airbus.
However, SHIELD agents still relied on the 084 item they obtained during the mission - a Hydra weapon related to the Cosmic Cube - to successfully subdue the Peruvian government army agents. However, they also paid a heavy price.
, that is, a big hole was blown out of the Airbus cabin. In order to prevent the temporary remedy (blocking the hole with an inflatable lifeboat) from failing, they could only let the plane move forward at a turtle speed.
I have seen the maintenance records. This aircraft has been repaired before, and even the engine was replaced, Coulson thought. But he did not complain, but tried to defend his team members, but his defense made Nick...
Fury was even more angry. "Don't talk to me about authorization. Do you know how much this plane is worth? There is a bar here! It's a very good bar!" Nick Fury walked around angrily, "Don't
Tell me what authorization you have, I have the right to demote you to the negative level!"
"I know, sir." Agent Coulson stopped talking back.
"I want you to repair this plane, just like when you first got it! So, don't let Fitz and Simmons modify this plane, such as making a broken fish tank or something." After Nick Fury lost his temper,
He turned around and started talking about the newcomers in Coulson's team, and his emotions changed very quickly. "And the new girl, Skye, she is a risk factor."
"I know, sir."
"You know?" He glared at Coulson, cursed and turned around to leave. But before getting off the plane, he stopped again and thought about Agent Coulson's question, "Where did you go before you set off on this mission?"
,Agent Coulson?”
"New York, just passing by and having lunch." Agent Coulson replied. Nick Fury carefully observed Agent Coulson's facial expression, but did not notice anything strange at all.
"Do you remember what you ate? The last time I went to New York was a long time ago."
"The Brazilian Barbeque on West Fifty-third Street in Manhattan, sir. I recommend you try it too."
"Very good, I'll go." Nick Fury stood in front of Agent Coulson and sniffed. Except for the smell of gun smoke and Peruvian dust, he smelled nothing. Oh, the air freshener in the cabin
The smell was included, but there was no smell of oil smoke. Nick Fury raised Salomon's danger level to a higher level in his mind. The mind-manipulating magic displayed by the mystic was too terrifying. He had to do it.
Make a plan.
"How about Tahiti?"
"It's a magical place. I'm ready for my next mission in New York, sir. That's an old friend of ours."
Nick Fury nodded and walked off the plane without saying a word.