When Salomon returned to Professor Randolph's office, Professor Elliot Randolph was already drunk. In fact, a bottle of Scotch bourbon barrel whiskey could not shake the Asgardian at all.
Physique, but if someone drinks whiskey like a cold Coke in the summer sun, even Asgardians (especially civilians) will not be able to last long.
Lara Croft was a little embarrassed because Professor Randolph had already poured herself the third bottle of whiskey. She still didn't know why the professor was so sad, but when she knew that she couldn't stop Professor Randolph from unscrewing the bottle cap,
At that time, she gave up her intention to ask - the careful female archaeologist discovered Salomon's hint. Although she didn't know why, she thought Salomon would tell her because of the relationship between them.
There is an agreement.
"Professor Elliot Randolph." Salomon smiled at Laura, who was holding a wine glass, and turned to hand a piece of parchment to the drunken history professor (formerly a folklore professor). Professor Randolph
After looking at the mystic and then at the words on the parchment, Lara Croft saw what was written on the parchment, and her speculation on Professor Randolph's identity once again found direction.
Although she didn't know Salomon's goal of distributing the contract, the mystic had explained a small part of his job, which was to give contracts to witnesses who accidentally witnessed magic and ordinary participants in magical events. She believed that she
So he signed the contract because he wanted to explore the magical world. However, for a more special goal like hers, Salomon would sign the contract in advance. Even if Lara Croft did not make a request, he would mainly go there.
Ask her to sign a contract.
"Please sign this contract as soon as possible." Salomon said, "Agent Coulson has promised to keep it secret, and Kamathaj will not interfere with your life on earth."
"Professor Randolph is not an ordinary person?" When leaving the office, Laura finally couldn't restrain her curiosity and put forward her own speculation. "I don't think I need to sign the parchment after hearing you explain the runes.
"Laura, wearing a sports denim outfit, walked under the steps, her hard heels clicking on the steps, and her neat ponytail dangling playfully on her back.
The female archaeologist and the newly graduated college student jumped up and said, "Aren't you going to reveal the answer to the mystery?"
"Actually, it's quite boring to talk about." Salomon said, "You participated in the object identification work conducted by SHIELD, didn't you? SHIELD found all the brushes that knew one's onions.
people went to work, but you also saw their attitude towards alien items - if I hadn't resisted, they would have put me in a sponge box and preserved it. Professor Randolph was the one who knew he had onions.
Man, he's actually an onion farmer."
Salomon's wisecracks made Laura laugh.
"This time the trouble is just because someone found Professor Randolph's treasure hiding place." The mystic mage continued, "I don't understand why he wrote a poem to leave clues about his hiding place. This is a bit silly."
"Hey! Don't use bad words, Salomon, you haven't gone to college yet!"
"You should be glad that the college I am going to does not have idiots sponsored by the American Democracy Endowment who were manipulated by the CIA, otherwise I would have said a lot of dirty words. Money can be used anywhere, but let some leaders lead street riots
It’s a bit bad if an idiot comes to school.” Salomon fully expressed his disdain for the Yankees, “If he wasn’t an idiot, how could he accept funding from the CIA?”
"Well, if you want to make political remarks, we might as well find a place to chat." Laura touched her belly, "A place where I can have a full meal. The whiskey in my stomach is burning. If you don't eat, you
The fire brigade will be called to put out the fire."
"I can breathe fire from my mouth, and I didn't know you could either."
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"Wow!" Skye carefully took a few pebbles from Agent Coulson's hand.
The reason these things made her alert was none other than the runes carved on the cobblestones. Agent Coulson asked her to be careful with these seemingly ordinary stones - after Fitz's inspection, these stones seemed to have turned into
Alien material, at least in terms of spectral characteristics, is similar to Thor's hammer. However, Agent Coulson didn't seem too nervous, and he didn't seal these pebbles into a sponge box because Salomon had already assured him that this thing
security.
"As long as we don't say that word, these rune stones will not trigger." Fitz was obviously very confused by the unscientific thing in front of him. "It has a listener (a coder's term). When an event is detected,
Does it run the program when triggered? If so, I probably know what magic is."
"I think we can take this opportunity to do more inspections." Simmons said excitedly, "The last time Salomon Damonet came, I scanned his armor and sword. The spectral characteristics and
Thor's hammer is completely different. We believe that different...can be regarded as magic, all have different spectral characteristics. It's a pity that we couldn't do a few small experiments last time. This time we have ample opportunities...I'm not not
I believe in Salomon's ability, but I think we can use benzodiazepines to replace these rune stones..."
"Calm down pills, a good choice." Skye had obviously done her homework, and she now knew what SHIELD's stock medicines were.
"Don't break it, Simmons, remember to protect yourself." Agent Coulson let the science team experiment as much as they wanted, without being as serious as other senior agents. Only Agent Grant Ward and Melinda May
Protesting with their eyes, they believed that wanton experimentation would only lead to bad consequences - but Agent Coulson convinced them that Fitz-Simmons had developed an antibody to combat the Chitauri virus, and he believed that the science team could handle it.
Get these runes.
"Remember, don't pronounce that word." Agent Coulson clapped his hands, reminded his team members to pay attention to safety, and then got off the plane straight away. He still had something to talk to Professor Elliot Randolph -
- SHIELD must find the Berserker Cane before the insurgents do, and he hopes Professor Elliot Randolph can tell him everything.
However, when Coulson came to the office again, Professor Randolph had long disappeared. Only a few wine bottles on the table proved what he had been doing. Agent Coulson looked around, and he understood instantly
Got Professor Randolph’s idea.
"Friends." He pressed the earphone and said to the team members on the plane, "We are in trouble. Professor Randolph has gone to find the Berserker Cane."
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"Think about women more than a hundred years ago! They couldn't vote, their skirts were waistbanded below the knees, and they couldn't take birth control measures. If they wanted to have an abortion, they would find a small alley to abort the child secretly. If they were caught
They will also go to jail for murder! Now, they can have an abortion anytime and anywhere they want! Abortion is no more difficult than buying a McDonald's! They can even run for president..." A truck driver held up a beer glass and boasted
, his speech won a burst of applause and cheers from the drunkards who drank during the day.
Salomon filtered out the above sounds as noise, but Laura would not let go so easily. "This is the vulgar American." The mystic advised, "If you are so angry that you can't eat French fries,
It can only be said that you asked for it. Who told you to experience American life?"
"I'm already starting to regret it, Salomon." Lara Croft stuffed food into her mouth gloomily. She looked like she was chewing a piece of rubber. "How on earth do Americans survive?"
"Frank is the most well-informed person here, and he is also my brother-in-law." The bar owner wiped the glass. He is a well-known good man, and he is not stingy at all when pouring beer. He can always scrape off the excess.
Bubble. He said without raising his head, "Frank, what you said makes sense. I look forward to discussing the points you mentioned with my sister at the party tonight."
After hearing what the bar owner said, the audience burst into laughter again.
"This is American life, Laura." Salomon raised his eyebrows, "At least I have no problem with rural America. I like it here, and this is the only place I can drink. Hey! Ben, can you come to me?
Depth charge?"
"Of course, for the sake of your girlfriend, I'll treat you to this drink!" the bar owner said.