"This sounds like something a mother should explain to her daughter."
"Yes, I guarantee that your adoptive mother must have talked about this issue. The educational philosophy of ancient Greece is very advanced even now." Bayonetta took a long breath, really wanting to put away all her worries.
Blow it out. This situation is common in families of rebellious teenagers. She never thought that this emotion would appear in her. "But Lorna is so smart, she must have her own ideas. Honey, I know you
Constantine regards him as his own child, how do you educate him?"
Salomon came up with the answer without even thinking.
"Close combat, shooting, genetic alchemy, bloody trials, sneak assassination, chemical brainwashing, mental adjustment, throwing into the library...The last step is to fight on the battlefield, and those who survive will be considered qualified." Constantine said softly.
, "Since you are so curious about the transformation process of the Guards, I have no intention of hiding it from you, because I am tired of your temptations."
"You told me that he was a father and a king to you."
"Yes, he is my king." Constantine took off his helmet and put it aside. The communication system integrated in the helmet was connected to the power armor, so even if he took off the helmet, he could still use the synaptic linker
Carry out the operation. "In fact, I am not the first Guardsman to be successfully transformed, but I am the first Guardsman experimental subject to survive. I vaguely remember my companions in the training camp, but I am the only one who survived.
, I can’t remember their faces clearly.”
Constantine described the horrific facts with a deadpan expression that could drive a person crazy.
On a planet covered with red sand, many figures whose memories have long been blurred stand side by side, all with injuries. Every day, the number of these people will decrease, and Constantine can't remember what these people look like.
, as if these memories were deliberately forgotten while undergoing mental adjustment, and he only knew those people spent the long training camp life with him.
"In the words of the monarch, the body of the Praetorian Guard is extremely pure and will never be tortured by aging. The mind of the Praetorian Guard is as indestructible as a giant fortress made of vibranium. Only in this way can a Praetorian Guard become a perfect human being.
Only the military can fight side by side with him on the most terrifying battlefield and realize his lofty dream."
"This doesn't sound like a responsible father in any way." Nick Fury squeezed out a disdainful sneer from his nose, "Don't you have any desires? Money, women, power...no desires, no feelings,
How can this be called a human being? You are actually indifferent to your own experiences. I am really curious if you have any thoughts of your own, Constantine."
"Of course I have my own ideas. I have been given a lot of knowledge, art, science, geography, politics... My Lord encourages me to think for myself because that is one of my uses, to walk by His side and advise Him
." Constantine lowered his head to look at the documents in his hands. In front of him, gray boxes crowded on the shelves were stacked one on top of another until they approached the ceiling. Each box was extremely heavy. Thanks to his superhuman physique, Constantine was able to
Effortlessly remove cargo boxes that can only be removed with a forklift.
There were no lights on in the warehouse, and the Imperial Guards relied on their genetically modified eyes to read the words, numbers, and patterns on the documents.
These items are all items collected by SHIELD in mission after mission. Many of them were items secretly kept in various bases after SHIELD formulated the slingshot plan - which was said to launch dangerous items into the sun.
However, it was actually secretly stored away. The creator of this plan is now on the phone with Constantine - due to the loss of the most critical logistics and administrative departments, as well as the loss of a large amount of data after the Hydra rebellion, many things cannot be identified for their purpose.
, so it was stored in an explosion-proof box and placed on the shelf waiting for the dust to fall.
It was easy for Constantine to find what he was looking for. After all, there were only a handful of dusty boxes here. He also found that Asgard’s magical technology product, the Berserker’s Cane, was stored here.
The description of this item has been seen in the archives of the Immortal City, and this part of the information is also included in the database of power armor. Constantine was not surprised to find that the wrath-inducing runes carved on the berserker's staff had a complete effect on him.
It didn't work. His mind and body easily blocked the magical effects affecting his brain and body from the indestructible wall.
"People only use the word 'purpose' when describing a tool."
Valley grass
"Isn't the answer obvious enough?"
"Then you are really pathetic, Constantine." Nick Fury took out his own small wine bottle, opened the bottle cap and paid tribute to nothingness, "Although we have not worked together for a long time, I still sympathize with you and those who
Everyone who sets out on this path. I’m really glad that I can only live a hundred years at most and don’t have to witness the world full of monsters in the future.”
Constantine ignored Nick Fury's taunts, because short-sighted people cannot understand the ideals of a monarch. He switched the communication channel and said to the microphone hidden in the collar of the power armor: "Daisy Johnson, I hope you have succeeded.
Already."
"Not yet! I can't believe I'm cooperating with you!" Even though the mixed-race female hacker tried to lower her voice, her voice was still extremely harsh in this empty old apartment, but fortunately the sound of cars outside the window covered her up.
The sound made the dust floating in the air tremble continuously. Daisy Johnson couldn't tell who she was angry with, and she didn't even know if she should be angry - although Salomon's past behavior was very jerk (
Refers to the torture of her mother Jiaying to obtain information about the afterlife and the Inhumans), but Constantine still helped a lot. What's more, they are professionals in this kind of thing, and so many laymen in SHIELD will only add chaos.
"I'm deceiving my friend. You have to consider my mental state! Or are you just a cold-blooded bastard like your master?"
"I need you to access SHIELD's management system."
"I know, I know, Gemma is on her way to see the house." She carefully opened the curtains and took a look outside. The sunlight spread on the street from the other side of the street, from right to left, casting light on the surrounding buildings.
In the shadows, I rushed past the dirty glass windows. "It's not easy to deceive a smart person. I found this place with great difficulty. At the same time, I also deleted the recommended houses in the real estate agency to ensure that it would not
There are other people coming to see the house."
There seemed to be a bit of pride in her words, an emotion that was quite rare after she left SHIELD. Coulson accepted the method given by Immortal City to deal with the Inhumans, and she could never forgive this kind of thing.
Although many people have forgotten it now, she was a hacker before becoming an agent. "I studied her budget. She and Fitz could only afford to rent a house here with their salary, so I sent her
The advertisement is very tempting. She has already called the poor landlord and promised to come to see the house at four o'clock this afternoon. Oh, I saw her...don't worry, I will convince her."
"Are you sure you can accept this?"
"My cooperation with you without telling Mike and Fitz is already a kind of deception. Even if I don't do such a thing... you know, I have left SHIELD."
I can not understand.
Constantine could not understand Daisy Johnson's weakness and self-pity, but he did not say these words, but gave her enough time to think. He waited for her to convince herself. Sure enough, Constantine listened.
When it came to Daisy Johnson's whisper, she kept mumbling some vague words, and finally the other end of the communication channel became completely silent, until he heard the harsh squeaking sound of the hinges that lacked lubrication, and Daisy
Sy Johnson's embarrassing sneer that took a dramatic turn like a roller coaster.