When Salomon returned to Professor Randolph's office, Professor Elliot Randolph was already drunk. In fact, a bottle of Scotch bourbon barrel whiskey cannot shake the Asgardian's physique at all, but if someone drinks whiskey like an ice-cold Coke in the summer sun, even an Asgardian can't. Can't hold on for long.
Lara Croft was a little embarrassed because Professor Randolph had already poured himself a 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, she gave up her intention to ask - the careful female archaeologist discovered Salomon's hint, While she doesn't know exactly why yet, she assumes Salomon will tell her because they have 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. Professor Randolph glanced 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 gained 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 signed the contract because she 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 request it, he would I will mainly go to her to sign a contract.
"Please sign this contract as soon as possible." Salomon said, "Agent Coulson has promised to keep it secret, and Kama Taj will not interfere with your life on earth."
"Is Professor Randolph 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 back Her neat ponytail swayed playfully.
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 everyone with two brushes to work on , 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 an onion. In fact, he Still an onion farmer."
Salomon's wisecrack made Laura laugh.
"This time the trouble is just because someone found Professor Randolph's treasure trove." 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're not in college yet!"
"You should be lucky that the college I'm going to doesn't have idiots like those fooled by IA sponsored by the American Democracy Foundation, 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 idiots come to school." Salomon fully expressed his disdain for Americans, "If you are not an idiot, how can you accept IA funding?"
"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 We have to call the fire brigade 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 also seemed to have turned into alien material, at least similar in spectral characteristics to Thor's hammer. But Agent Coulson didn't seem too nervous, and he didn't seal the pebbles into the sponge box because Salomon had assured him of the safety of the thing.
"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. When the event is triggered, it will run the program. Is that so? If that’s the case, 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. 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 Agents Grant Ward and Melinda May were protesting with their eyes. They believed that random experiments would only lead to bad consequences - but Agent Coulson used Fitz-Simmons to develop a solution to the Chitauri virus. Antibodies came to convince them that the science team could handle 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. He still had something to talk to Professor Elliot Randolph - SHIELD had to find the Berserker Cane before the insurrectionists, and he hoped Professor Elliot Randolph could tell him everything.
However, when Colson came to the office again, Professor Randolph had long disappeared, with only a few wine bottles on the table to prove what he had been doing before. Agent Coulson looked around, and he instantly understood what Professor Randolph was thinking.
"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 use birth control. If they wanted to have an abortion, they would find an alley to secretly abort the baby. 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, then you can only say 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 was known far and wide as a nice guy, and he was not stingy at all when pouring beer, and he always scraped off the excess foam. Without looking up, he said, "Frank, what you said makes sense, and 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.
There was a burst of cheering boos in the bar.
"Good job, boy!"
