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Chapter six hundred and eighty seventh smelly fish and rotten shrimp

"I'm glad you can join us in this conversation, Salomon."

Agent Coulson was sitting on a bench commonly used in taverns all over Oxford. He was wearing an old suit and looked very tired. There were wrinkles under his soft eyes, as if he had aged a lot during this time.

He was not alone on the bench, Salomon was sitting on the bench opposite him. Agent Coulson pushed him a burrito, which is the signature dish of this tavern. Salomon accepted it.

He came over and glanced around - Agent Coulson did not come alone, his team was waiting for instructions in a jeep not far away.

Salomon could read their thoughts without reading their open, defenseless brains. Agent Coulson must have asked for him to meet alone, but they had identified him as their most dangerous target and insisted on following him.

.When he noticed a mixture of hatred and worry, he knew that there was another person hiding nearby. Agent Coulson did not mean to issue an order. He asked himself, "How long have we been without him?"

It must have been many years since we had this conversation, right?"

"Is it necessary to talk about this issue? I will leave Jiaying to you, she is no longer useful to me." Salomon ate the food handed by Coulson, not caring what the agents might do to the food.

Out of hands and feet.

"Okay, I heard Captain America came to see you?"

"I did this not because of other people's persuasion, Agent Coulson, but because Jiaying has lost its intelligence value, and at the same time, my rare sympathy is still functioning." The Mystic Mage smiled, "Maybe you should let

Skye also sat next to me and asked her to listen carefully to the reasons why I did this. I am not a cruel person, so I will give her an explanation. Don't worry, she can't hurt me."

But I'm worried about you hurting her. Agent Coulson hesitated for a moment, but still didn't say what was in his heart.

"I won't hurt her, I promise." Salomon promised in the face of Agent Coulson's suspicious eyes. He knew that Coulson was doubting that he was using mind-reading skills again. However, this is not necessary at all, a mortal's

The brain is defenseless, and he can read the emotions above superficial thoughts without even using magic. "No matter what accusations she makes against me, I don't care about her little offense. It's really hard for you to catch me.

It’s after class time. If you hadn’t found me at this time, I wouldn’t have paid attention to you, because what I have to worry about is far more serious than what a little girl says when she is upset.”

"You are only twenty years old. You should know that Skye is older than you, right?"

"I'm talking about my mental age. I'm very tolerant of minors."

"You shamelessly humiliated her again." Agent Coulson sighed.

Not long after, a female hacker with a sad and angry face walked out from the corner of the street. Wearing a neat black outfit, she walked towards the place with long strides, and did not stop until she was in front of the expressionless mystic.

She had a holster on her leg, but the pistol that had been inside it was missing. This was Coulson's instruction, and Skye had to put the pistol in the car before meeting Salomon, even though it made no sense.

It is undeniable that Skye's face is rounder, and her Asian heritage makes her look much more refined than Europeans and Americans. At this moment, she was glaring at Salomon.

"What did you do to her..."

"Before you make accusations, I want to ask you a question." Salomon pointed to the empty seat next to him and invited the girl to sit down. She looked at Colson and reluctantly followed the instructions. And

Compared with the tall mystic, she is like a delicate and compact doll. "There is only one question, but this question is an important force that cannot be ignored on the battlefield of reason and sensibility." The mystic's voice is extremely charming, even if Skye

No matter how much she hates him, she can't help but keep listening. She thinks this is some unknown magic Salomon has used. "What someone does will cause many people to die. Do you have the intention to kill that person?"

Determination? If that person was your relative, would you still be able to do it? "

Skye hesitated, and Coulson immediately promised that he would take good care of Jiaying and completely solve the Inhuman problem in the [afterlife]. Melinda May, who was staying in the jeep at the corner of the street, reminded Skye through the earphones that she wanted her to

Be wary of Salomon's cunning, and be careful of the traps set by the mystic. Salomon heard all the conversations between them clearly, and he rolled his eyes quietly. "I will give my answer first." He pretended not to listen.

Seeing their slander, he continued, "I will, because I have received this kind of education since I was a child. I have been taught a truth since I was a child, that is, we are not qualified to cause more people to die because of temporary sympathy - life cannot be measured in numbers.

To measure, but one death is better than two deaths, and two deaths is better than three deaths. Who are we qualified to issue a death sentence to a person who should not die? If Jiaying will cause hundreds or thousands of

People and even more lives have been lost, are you determined to kill her again? When you claim to be the last S.H.I.E.L.D. and want to be the last shield between humans and supernatural beings, have you ever thought about saying this?

What about the burden that comes with time? This world is not some bullshit TV show where good-looking men and beautiful women can solve problems by falling in love. We must choose one side between life and death."

"I..." Skye hesitated, "If she really does this, I will kill her."

"Look, this matter is actually easy to solve." Salomon nodded, "No matter what happened in the past, as long as you make up your mind now, it will not be too late."

"Is this some kind of prophecy... In fact, you are handing Jiaying over to us now just to comply with the prophecy?" Agent Coulson was keenly aware of some key information. "What has Jiaying done to deserve it?"

You use this method." Skye also asked questions that a novice like her could not ask, but her eagerness exposed her unfamiliarity in eliciting questions. According to her general habits, she should be blaming the mystic mage now.

That's right, but she didn't do that.

Obviously, they had already made a plan before meeting Salomon and planned to get information from him.

"You will definitely hate me if I tell you, because no matter how I remind you, you can't change your indecisiveness. So I don't plan to continue talking." Salomon snapped his fingers and called the waiter, "

Onion rings, crispy squid and a cold beer.”

"You may not believe it. I've been so busy that I haven't even had a bite of anything!" After the food arrived, Salomon complained to Skye in a mocking tone while eating, "Because I'm a bad guy in a fairy tale.

As soon as the characters wake up, they are busy torturing ordinary people, forcing them to work, and listening to their screams so that they can eat. Isn't that what they tell you so that your little brain can see me as the enemy? I simply

I can't understand how stupid you are, Skye, you should read more books. I also can't understand your definition of evil, let alone someone like Melinda May... I'm going to

The first time I heard her say that she was fighting for a democratic world, I almost laughed to death. What kind of background do you think her parents have to allow her to pass S.H.I.E.L.D.’s review? Nick Fury’s S.H.I.E.L.D.

At least the agency will not blatantly export a certain ideology, but in your hands, the so-called S.H.I.E.L.D. is simply a bunch of stinky fish and rotten shrimps, living waste, and it is useless except adding chaos. "

Salomon took a deep breath and calmed down the anger in his heart. He smiled at Skye who was almost stunned, "But they are really right about one thing, that is, I did kill someone this morning.

The man, with his own hands, cut off his head with a long sword. That man was once my subordinate, but he betrayed me. There is no imprisonment in the Immortal City, and betrayal is not allowed. Look, does this look like a villain? "


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