"If you are driving on the street and are approached by the police, do you know what you should do? Put your hands where the police can see you. Do not refute anything the police say. All actions must be approved by the police. Do you understand? Whether you're a fucking nigger like me or not, you have to do this because it's the law! The law is what people obey! Repeat after me, obey the law!" Nick Fury waved his arms excitedly , yelling at the other end of the phone. The beautiful and capable agent Maria Hill is worried that her boss's remaining eyeball will explode due to rage, and then simply die in the office.
She was not worried about Nick Fury's physical condition, she was just worried that the documents she brought were not signed.
This is business, S.H.I.E.L.D.'s business. Nick Fury is not someone who signs autographs casually. In the minds of some low-level S.H.I.E.L.D. agents, squatting in the mysterious director's office is a monster that devours paper documents. This monster will open its dirty blind eyes like the dusty windows of an abandoned factory to ensure that the three Every letter of every document in Quyi's headquarters must be shown on his retina at least once, even the hand sanitizer recipe in the toilet.
"Hey, you didn't wash your hands, the chief is going to arrest you," low-level agents would say gruffly to scare their fellow agents. Agent Maria Hill had been to the men's room several times, and she knew how ugly the men looked, especially when they were in the urinals. Only those who are particularly confident in their own stuff are qualified to squeeze next to others. Otherwise, men will always keep a gap by default to avoid embarrassment.
Of course, even those particularly confident male agents didn't have the guts to show off in front of her, for fear of being scratched by her cold eyes and causing a psychological barrier. "That's it?" Her eyes were the enemy of all male agents, "Do you dare to show off like this?"
"I know it's hot right now, and I'm wearing a leather jacket! Listen, little brat, if your car gets towed away for parking illegally, you're going to pay the fucking money and drive away. I'm like Say you don’t understand? As long as you stand on American soil, you must abide by American laws! It doesn’t matter whether you know fucking magic or not!” Nick Fury continued to yell, he did not open his eyes Only one eye was blind, but Agent Maria Hill thought that eye was about to pop out.
"Don't even think about it! Salomon Damonet, don't even think about it!" Sweat broke out from the bare forehead of the monster who devoured paper documents. "SHIELD has always abided by the law. SHIELD is not outside the law." Damn it! I can't give you any prisoner, even if he's about to be put in the electric chair next moment! Do you understand? Don't even think about going to Guantanamo to arrest anyone! Unless you want to be shot!"
The director of SHIELD was silent for a while. Agent Maria Hill couldn't hear what was being said on the other end of the phone. She planned to put down the files and wait until Nick Fury called her back. But Nick Fury waved his hand and motioned for her to stay - although she was a supervisor sent by the World Security Council, Nick Fury trusted her.
This gesture meant that Fury wanted her to have access to this piece of information, information about Salomon Damonet. This information has the same level of confidentiality as Thor, but in some cases is higher than other Avengers. Not because of anything else, but because of Salomon Damonet's performance in New York and his magic. Salomon Damonet is the most powerful magician and the most unpredictable Avenger currently known.
No, Salomon Damonet never participated in the Avengers program, and everyone thought he was an Avenger just because he showed up in New York.
The excitement disappeared in an instant, and Nick Fury used a very convincing tone.
"I know, I know, I saw you piss off the devil. But it's different! Very different! It's one thing to be a lone superhero, but it's another thing to be followed by a horde of armored super soldiers. That's another story. I know what you're capable of, and you can certainly create something more powerful than a super soldier, but that's not allowed. If you do, SHIELD will receive a wipeout from the White House Do you understand your mission?"
"The White House and the United Nations don't care who your soldiers are pointing their guns at. They only know that you have the ability to threaten them. Do you know how many officials there were after Thor arrived on Earth with Asgard soldiers a while ago? Are you panicking? If I hadn't persuaded them, those fat pigs would have even wanted to start a war with Asgard. You are different from the Asgardians. You are on earth, and you don't have a rainbow bridge. By then the CIA, FIB, NSA, etc. The secret service will want your life. You will make enemies of all the agents in the United States. They will destroy the peaceful life you love most. Hey, you are going to college, aren't you? They will make it impossible for you to even go to college. , they will make you a wanted criminal."
There was another conversation that Maria Hill couldn't hear clearly, and anyone could see Nick Fury's helpless expression. But unfortunately, the person on the other end of the phone couldn't see it.
"Oh, you know what you're thinking. You want to go to the White House with a sword, right? Listen up, kid. The American administrative system is not indispensable. I understand the power-for-money transactions in politics better than you do. , Power and sex trading. If you kill one bureaucrat, another one will come up and you can’t shake it at all... Well, cowardly pigs are everywhere, but you have to admit, even if you solve this matter , it will still affect your life. That’s the last thing you want to see is a SWAT team bursting into your apartment, isn’t it?”
"Listen up, kid. You were lucky the last time the CIA drug trafficking organization in New York City didn't trouble you. The CIA dropped that line, not because of you, but because the FBI found them. It was because I asked People help. You don’t know how horrible what those gentlemen with hairspray do - they disembowel dead American soldiers, remove their internal organs, stuff them with drugs and transport them back to the country. They treat the soldiers like a human being. Lord just waiting to be slaughtered, do you think these people will be in your position? Do you think those people will be afraid of death? Compared with those people, you are as pure as a white rabbit, and those people are thugs. Even so, you know that for Guaranteeing your life, how many people do Agents of SHIELD kill near your apartment in a day?”
"I wanted to take a shortcut, Nick Fury." Salomon was leaning on the bed, holding the phone in his hand and talking sleepily. Bayonetta's fingers were caressing the scars on his body. It was a gift left to him by Malekith, the king of the dark elves, and Hela, the goddess of death. Even with magic healing, the light scars inevitably remained on his body. Horrible puncture wounds were on his abdomen and shoulders, and there were several circular scars about the size of coins on his chest and flanks. These scars would gradually fade over time and with the application of alchemical potions, but now , these scars still stubbornly remain on his young and plump muscles.
This made the witch obsessed.
Only what Yog-Sothoth left to him will not fade away. This is the favor of the Lord of the Gate, and Salomon does not even have the power to refuse. This is an extremely powerful spell. According to the notes left by Randolph Carter, the attack range of this spell is half a mile. Salomon didn't know what price he had paid, or that he had already paid the price at the end of his destiny, so the just Lord of the Gate and the Ancient Eternal would give this power to him.
In order to find out this information, he had to put a lot of mental effort into reading the book.
"The CIA's atrocities in the Middle East are obvious to all. Since you don't provide me with this power, I will go find it myself." Salomon said nonchalantly, "I will take those orphans out of the al Qaeda organization supported by the CIA." , they will receive a high level of education and then become guinea pigs. I will let them know who the person who destroyed their hometown is, and I will promise to give them a chance for revenge. Is this what you want to see? You know, if I Revealing my identity, what kind of support would I receive if I went to Emmau?”
There was silence on the other end of the phone for a while, and Salomon felt the heavy atmosphere on the other side, like the gloomy afternoon clouds in London.
He continued, "The Jewish lobby that bribes American politicians will fall on me as soon as I show magic, and they'll call it a miracle. I know it's not, and they know it's not, but they'll pretend it is. Miracles. There are also Haredi who long for the Messiah. They will identify as My pure blood of Abraham and are Hebrews. They will long to send their children into My hands and long for Me to lead them to restore Israel. Note, not The Israel that Americans support, you know what I mean, is Jacob’s Israel, it’s David’s Israel, it’s Solomon’s Israel.”
"You...you don't want to call 911 again, do you?"
