Chapter seven hundred and seventy-six follow-up effects of bar fight
"I'm sorry, Fitz, the clue you want has been dissolved by the sea water." Daisy wiped her wet hair with a dry towel. She and Fitz talked through thick tempered glass. It is said that this is to prevent
Parasites are spread through the air, and all air in the room must be filtered and heated before it can be exchanged. Since she had just soaked in the freezing water not long ago, Daisy was not wearing her usual black stretch vest, but was covered in a
The thick blanket was wrapped tightly. Daisy looked a little guilty, "As for Joseph Haddad, I'm sorry that he has sunk into the sea."
"It doesn't matter, one picture is enough." Fitz stretched out his finger and tapped the tablet in his hand, showing no concern for the fate of Joseph Haddad. According to the original isolation procedures, he was not allowed to touch electronic products.
, however, Agent Coulson argued hard and demanded that Fitz be allowed to work in the isolation ward. Salomon said that it didn't matter, as long as he followed the isolation regulations, he didn't care about other things at all.
"I once read a book in the Bodleian Library, and I should be able to borrow it if I go there now," Fitz said. "That huge stone has a long history and has left many traces in human history. From Germanic times
From tribes to the Hundred Years' War, from the Napoleonic Wars and finally to England, that piece of parchment can only prove that the birthplace of the boulder is the Middle East. As for how the boulder arrived in Europe, I can't speculate without any historical evidence."
"Can you... can you point out which book it is so that we can find clues." Daisy spread her hands and shrugged, "At least I have to wait until the bathroom is free and I will take a hot bath before setting off.
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"I can't do it. I just looked up information when I was idle and bored at school." Fitz said he was helpless. "I'm not a professional historian, and Simmons has never touched on topics other than biology."
"Historian? I thought of a person!" Daisy jumped up with a smile, "Damn! I should have thought of it earlier! Do you remember that Asgardian, Professor Randolph, the owner of the Berserker's Cane?"
I believe he must know something!"
The country with the best and most humane prisons in the world is none other than Norway. Harden Prison not only has woods, churches, gyms, but also activity rooms, clinics, libraries and greenhouses. There are all kinds of sofas and appliances, and beds in the cells.
The pad was as soft as feathers. Professor Randolph was envious of this. He longed to be locked up in a prison like that. When SHIELD agents found him, he was squatting in a cell, and this cell
It was far from what he expected. There was no soft mattress, no gym and TV, no bathtubs and hot springs. The prison guards could only bring him a lot of books to pass the time - the reason was simple, because the things Professor Randolph committed were only
He was just drunk and causing trouble, so he couldn't be put in a five-star prison for serious criminals.
Professor Randolph didn't want anyone to find him. He kept saying that he was going to spend the rest of his life in a higher-level prison and never come out again. He also told the SHIELD agents that, no matter Daisy or Coulson,
No matter how much he was persuaded, Professor Randolph was unwilling to leave the cell.
"You just drank some alcohol, maybe you also attacked the police, and you will be out in a few months." Colson said, "Why do you want to stay in jail."
"To be precise, I drank all the wine." Randolph got a headache when he thought of what happened before. He still wants to take a few sips so that he can forget what happened before. "Even if the Asgardian drinks too much
No matter how good it is, all the wine I saved for a hundred years will be drunk."
"Why?" Daisy asked, "Why did you drink all the wine suddenly?"
"I just got into a fight with someone at the bar. I drank a little too much that day." Professor Randolph pointed to his eye sockets. SHIELD agents could still see that his eye sockets were swollen and broken. According to the file, that
The bar fight happened at least a week ago. This surprised Colson. He didn't know who beat Professor Randolph so badly in the close-quarters fight, let alone why Professor Randolph's eyes were filled with tears.
Why does the minor injury on his body take so long to heal? Agent Coulson didn’t need to ask. Professor Randolph, an Asgardian, immediately started bragging about his fighting experience. This is a common trait among Asgardians. After a fight, they must
boast.
"I had a fight with a one-eyed old man."
"That's it?" Daisy asked, "You haven't been beaten before, right? Aren't you an Asgardian?"
"Yes, but the other party is... forget it, pretend I didn't say it. Anyway, I drank too much that day, and I drank all the wine in my collection after that." Professor Randolph became visibly frustrated, "I
I will never step out of prison, don’t even think about it.”
Seeing Professor Randolph's attitude becoming more determined, Agent Coulson finally decided to solve the problem.
"I remember you were on the run from capture, Professor Randolph." He said, "Unfortunately, I have some connections with you Asgardians."
"if……"
"This small iron fence can't stop you, Professor Randolph. Unless you are willing to help us, we will find a portal to send you back to Asgard." Agent Coulson raised his eyebrows, looking very confident.
"I can guess with my toes the Asgardians' attitude towards deserters, and it's a deserter like you who has been running away for hundreds of years."
Professor Randolph grinned, his expression full of ridicule. "This threat is useless to me, Coulson. I think they already know that I am on Earth."
"I promise not, otherwise Ms. Sif should have taken you away a few months ago."
"I mean, they've known since the last bar fight." Professor Randolph said, "I'm going to die. Come on, get me some more drinks. I'm going to die, and my heart is going to be damaged."
Pierced by a spear, you will see my head cut off and thrust onto a spear. I am a deserter, and my soul can never return to Valhall, only to be tortured in Helheim. This is mine.
It’s the end, Colson, don’t disturb me, let me greet death peacefully.”
"Who could do this to you?" Coulson asked, "This is Earth, nothing can hurt you."
"Your human government is weak and is just a vassal of Asgard. My king has the right to exercise all his natural powers here, and he will bring punishment to me. Come on, I have called some
Friends and students, I plan to see them one last time. Don't disturb me, Coulson, if you still have any sympathy."
The SHIELD agents are filled with despair, especially Coulson. He knows how to solve this matter, but he also knows that the trouble caused by solving this matter may not be something that the current SHIELD can bear.
"I know someone who can help you solve your problem." He sighed. He first comforted the depressed Professor Randolph, and then turned to look at Daisy Johnson and Melinda May.
"Don't even think about it." Melinda May, who had been silent since entering the prison, suddenly said, "If you insist on having your own way, I will never help you solve the problem again. You also saw that after he came once, the Shield
What has become of the situation, we no longer have the manpower."
Coulson smiled awkwardly.
"What do you mean?" Daisy looked around. She slowly read something from Colson's expression. After understanding everything, she immediately expressed strong resistance. "Isn't it? We must find that arrogant self.
Crazy?"
"At present, it seems that only he and Professor Randolph can help us solve the problem." Coulson said, "It won't be the same as last time, Daisy. We are just asking him to help write an official letter and will not let him interfere with God.