Chapter five hundred and seventy-ninth the dead have to speak
Salomon has repeatedly stated that he has no interest in the love-hate relationship between S.H.I.E.L.D. and Hydra. He only helps Agent Victoria Hand because he cannot bear the death of an excellent agent. Naturally, Agent Coulson will not
Believing such nonsense, he knew that Salomon took advantage of the collapse of SHIELD to expand its power and seized many materials that originally belonged to SHIELD. This was the first time he saw the Mystic Mage since the disbandment of SHIELD during the Hydra rebellion.
, he heard from the surviving SHIELD agents how Salomon suppressed the Hydra rebellion and recaptured the SHIELD aircraft carrier command center. No matter what Salomon's purpose was, he saved many outstanding agents.
life, and that alone is worthy of Agent Coulson's gratitude.
"You are so kind, Agent Coulson. The beauty of humanity shines so brightly in you that people can't even close their eyes." Salomon opened the door to the living room and walked out leisurely, not worrying at all that he would be shot.
"Have you talked to Agent Hill? To be specific, have you talked to Nick Fury?" He held his breath, jumped over a puddle of blood and minced meat, and then used a knife with a knife that could dig out sawdust.
The thick nasal voice asked, "Has Nick Fury told you about the deal we reached?"
"No." Agent Coulson looked at the armed men lying on the ground and couldn't help but grin. The strong smell of blood and dirty black blood were everywhere. The unfortunate guy's throat was torn to pieces, and the wound was visible
It was left by some kind of animal. Thinking of the shadow he saw before, he was sure that it was Salomon's handiwork.
Terrifying magic, weird magic. Agent Coulson didn't think anyone in the world could withstand such a sudden and terrifying attack. This was simply the most difficult assassination method in the world. Coulson gradually believed in Salo
According to Mon's statement, he did not collude with Whitehall. On the contrary, he was ready to kill the Hydra at any time.
"What deal?" he asked. "Besides, I'm sorry to doubt your position."
"It doesn't matter, business is important. Nick Fury and I reached an agreement regarding aliens. He promised to evacuate the Skrulls from the earth... I know you know this, although it is not the full story.
The Skrulls are the shape-shifting aliens that Carol Danvers is chasing. Nick Fury has been secretly using the Skrulls for many years, but unfortunately, some Skrulls
She got too involved in the drama and developed feelings for humans. A Skrull-human hybrid was born. Don’t ask me about reproductive isolation. Skrulls and humans are both products of the same genetic engineering. Kree
It’s the same for people, it’s normal to not have reproductive isolation.”
"What do you want to do? And how is the half-breed?"
"Not good. In the mythology of the Skrulls, the earth is the place of rebirth of their race. So I want to ask you to help me find the Skrulls still hiding on the earth. Those amoebas are not worthy of touching the sacred
Earth." Salomon said, "Oh, I think we found our target. Mr. Whitehall, why are you pointing your gun at me?"
"Dear guest, I'm sorry that there is some trouble here." Dr. Whitehall said politely in English with a German accent, but his gun was still pointed at the arcane man standing on the steps. Behind him,
Two armed men armed with assault rifles aimed at Agent Coulson. "For example, the Agent Coulson next to you, I think he can explain all this. To be honest, I thought you would bring a group of armed men.
Augustus."
"Augudus? Doesn't he know your identity?" Coulson asked, "Why is this name?"
"Of course not. I am now operating under the identity of Hydra. It is normal to use a pseudonym." Salomon whispered. He smiled, then snapped his fingers, and the shadow of the mansion immediately began to squirm. A dog barked.
From far to near, several dark creatures, like black sludge, grew out of the shadows. They had scarlet eyeballs, and unimaginable malice boiled in their throats. They jumped in the shadows so fast that
People couldn't see clearly. Before the two armed men beside Whitehall could get the two monsters into their sights, two shadow dogs jumped out from the shadows under their feet and tore their throats cleanly.
Then it disappeared again.
"It seems you have some unknown abilities." Dr. Whitehall smiled and raised his hands, "Maybe we can talk, as long as you..."
Before he could finish his words, a figure jumped out from around the corner and pushed Whitehall hard to the ground. Salomon could even hear the sound of the back of Whitehall's head hitting the floor. This man
There was a crazy aura all over his body, and stinky saliva dripped freely. His blood vessels protruded, and his heartbeat was as deafening as a war drum. His eyes were wide open, and even the hot sweat from his forehead dripped into his eyes could not stop him.
He closed his eyes.
He burst out with astonishing hatred, and slammed his fist hard on Whitehall's face at a speed that ordinary people could not react. He roared as hard as he could, and with tears and sweat, he bit Whitehall's face with his teeth.
Panic face.
Agent Coulson hurriedly ran over. He pointed his gun at the crazy man. "Let him go! Johnson!" Coulson shouted, "let him go! Salomon, come here and help!"
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"No! He's mine!" Johnson raised his head. His face was covered with blood and he was chewing something in his mouth. Under him, Whitehall let out a miserable cry, and the old Nazi's nose was bitten off alive, deep inside.
Thick red blood was bubbling. Mr. Johnson was a man wearing an old-school brown suit. He looked like a staid university professor or doctor. But at this moment, there was no trace of rationality on his face, and he was filled with madness.
His blood vessels were full, and his bloodshot eyeballs almost bulged out of their sockets, as if a hot poison was burning his heart.
"He's mine!" He waved his arms irrationally, trying to drive Coulson away, "I want him to pay with blood!"
Salomon put his hand on the crazy man's shoulder. "I'm sorry, although I don't know what happened, but this man's brain cannot be harmed." The mysterious mage who appeared quietly startled him.
The crazy man subconsciously pushed Salomon hard. Only then did Salomon realize that this man was much stronger than the average person.
"Let him go! This is the final warning!" Coulson shouted and approached with a gun, "I don't want to kill you, you are Skye's father."
"Her name is Daisy! Daisy Johnson!"
"Calm down! Mr. Johnson, calm down!"
"You know I can't calm down, Colson!" Mr. Johnson grinned with his mouth full of blood. "He killed my wife and dissected her alive. I found her in the garbage dump, and I used needle and thread to dissect her."
Pieced together bit by bit...am I not qualified for revenge? And you SHIELD...you took away my daughter..."
He waved his hands desperately, trying to drive away the two people who were hindering his revenge.
Seeing that this man was getting more and more crazy, Salomon no longer hesitated. He took a step forward and punched Mr. Johnson on the chin at a speed that ordinary people could not see clearly. However, when he arrived at Dr. Whitehall's side,
When I arrived, I discovered that the old nazi was not in good condition - the broken ribs were inserted into his lungs, and the nasal bleeding caused a large amount of blood to pour back into the broken chest. He almost drowned in his own blood. Now he is helpless
There were blood blisters on the ground, but anyone with eyesight could see that he wouldn't live long.
"He won't live long," Agent Coulson said sadly.
"Make the best use of everything." Salomon took out a knife from his waist and skillfully cut off Whitehall's head along the gap between the cervical vertebrae. His movements were so fast that Coulson didn't even notice.
Before he could stop him, Whitehall's head was held in Salomon's hand. Then he cast a spell to fix Whitehall's head in its current state. At the same time, he also asked Cole to
Agent Sen stops anyone who might disturb him.
"What are you going to do?" Coulson, who was shocked by this brutal method, asked in confusion. It was not that he had never seen dead people before, but this was the first time he saw beheading.
"Seize Whitehall's soul." Salomon stretched out his blood-stained hands, "Even a dead man has to speak."