"What does life mean to you, Salomon? Does playing with life do you any good?"
Agent Coulson asked questions with philosophical and religious implications, but the target of his inquiry did not answer what he meant. On the contrary, Salomon started the car and locked the doors. This move is a bit difficult for agents with a mystical style of acting. Generally, the target would like the agents to leave quickly after knowing that the agents have got into their car. Only Salomon did the opposite. He seemed not to want Coulson to let the agents leave. The agent exits the vehicle.
The car Bluetooth player automatically started the moment the car was started, and rough and melodious male harmonies came from the speaker.
This is a barcarolle. Agent Coulson did not expect that Salomon's special musical taste was not recorded by the intelligence personnel. This was a very obvious intelligence omission. Music is the thing that can most directly reflect the target's personality, especially the music in the car player.
However, he had no intention of reporting this information to SHIELD, because he came alone, and his car was parked at the corner of the street behind.
This contact was completely inconsistent with the requirements of the Secret Service Code of Conduct. Two people must act together to contact the target. When an agent encounters an unexpected situation, the other agent must take corresponding measures. Whether calling for support or combat, agents must never act recklessly without a backup plan.
These are normal agents, Agent Coulson's team is not included.
Agent Coulson has no backup, which is very rare for a veteran agent. When he faces Salomon, he is mentally prepared to get the truth at all costs. As for the conversations that Agent Maria Hill said about Salomon's mental state, Agent Coulson planned to hold off until later because those conversations would be on the record and he didn't want anyone to know about his relationship with Salomon yet. Lomon talked about something.
"You're not a zombie or a skeleton, what do you have to complain about?" Salomon raised his eyebrows and looked at Coulson in the rearview mirror. "Is there anything else?"
"What's wrong?"
"Your Majesty, Emperor Weishan, Coulson!" The mystic mage shook his head. He looked at the agent like a clerk who had just started working, a dull newcomer. The problem was clearly right in front of him, but he couldn't see it, which made Salomon very annoyed. He patted the wheel. "I don't think you're getting any use for the answer to that question. You know I'm a private person, and here you are, what do you think I should do?"
"Are you serious! Do it again?" Agent Coulson raised his eyebrows. He had long known that members of his team had abnormal memories of Salomon. In his opinion, Salomon was a little too sensitive. This was SHIELD's normal way of communicating, so there was no need to make a fuss.
Of course, he still chose to appease Salomon. Who made Salomon's value too high? As long as Salomon's mood is stable, everything can be solved.
"Don't worry, there are very few people who know this place. The only people in S.H.I.E.L.D. who know your information are the Director, Agent Hill and Agent Romanoff. S.H.I.E.L.D. has always abided by its agreement with you. Regarding you, The information is physically isolated and cannot be accessed by unrelated parties. If you don’t want to answer this question, we can change it.”
Salomon looked at the agent's face in the rearview mirror. His expression was so cold that it was so cold. "I can bring people back to life, but this is only within one minute of death. Beyond this time, the soul will go where it should go. Where do you think your soul will go, heaven? You can only go to heaven. Hell, Coulson, what do you think it’s going to take to pull your soul out of Hell?”
"So why do you have to pay these prices? Why do you think I can save the world in the future? Can you predict the future?" Agent Coulson hit the point directly. Based on his analysis of Salomon's character, he knew this was a question Salomon had to answer.
"Don't sound like a victim, Colson!" Salomon mocked, and he emphasized his tone, as if he was preaching to Colson, "The resurrection from the dead that countless kings dream of has happened to you, you Living, that's enough, you have nothing to complain about. If you are not satisfied, you can take out your pistol now and give yourself a break? Don't want to? Then don't be so pretentious and have doubts about your resurrection. You are alive because of you Useful. In this world, being alive is the greatest reward."
"As for what you said about predicting the future, that's actually not predicting, but seeing."
As expected, after a lesson, Salomon began to explain to Agent Coulson what the so-called prophecy was.
"The so-called prophecy actually means seeing, seeing the future, seeing the past, and seeing the secrets. From the illusions obtained by praying to the gods for oracles in ancient times to the use of various tools and stars for divination, these are all acts of 'seeing' An extension of Karma Taj saw that you could save the world in the future, so he saved your life. In fact, this causal relationship can be reversed. In the realm of time, the causal relationship is not so clear."
Agent Coulson frowned. He didn't expect that his resurrection would have so many unknown secrets. Although he didn't know much about Salomon's organization, it seemed right to meet with Salomon now. , the mystic mage does know a lot of things. He had no intention of telling anyone else, including Nick Fury, this information. He didn't want the director to know that his memory had been restored.
"Do you know anyone else who can predict the future?" Agent Coulson had something more irritating to Salomon, but he didn't intend to say it.
"I don't know." Salomon shook his head. His expression seemed to be mocking Agent Coulson's ignorance. "It's not that simple to predict the future. It is a very, very difficult thing. Even if you use the strongest Kama Taj, The Cauldron of the Universe, one of the largest magic weapons, can only see fragments of future possibilities. The only person who can see the future and the past is my teacher."
"As far as I know, there is more than one person who can predict the future." Agent Coulson provocatively handed him a document. The kraft paper bag had the black logo of SHIELD and a red confidential seal, as if to tell everyone People warned about the importance of this document. "This is information about someone who can predict the future." Agent Coulson said confidently, "I don't know if this is a category of magic, but I think you would want to know about this clairvoyance."
Salomon did not take the document. He glanced at Agent Coulson's face with cold eyes, and then silently unlocked the car door. He didn't care about clairvoyance at all. Coulson just came to the wrong person.
Agent Coulson didn't force it. He put the file on the passenger seat, then opened the door and got out of the car. "You know my number." Whether it was out of pride or curiosity, Agent Coulson believed that Salomon would definitely open the folder. He also believed that Salomon would be moved by the person who could see the future. interest.
"I recommend this song to you, Agent Coulson. This is the only advice I give you." Salomon replied nonchalantly, pointing to the stereo. At this moment, the crew members were standing on the deck holding wine bottles and singing loudly. The sea breeze and moonlight flowed out along with the singing, setting off a sea tide in the summer night.
【Oh the wind was foulanthe searan high, leave her, Johnny, leave her!】
The storm is coming, the waves are getting higher, sailor boy, leave her arms!
【Sheshippeditgreenannonewentby,anitstimeforustoleaveher!】
The huge waves are surging, no one can escape, take advantage of this moment to leave her arms!
"I'm going to listen to this song next time I have a beer, and remember to call me."
"It's not necessary. You won't remember this anyway."
"What?"
When Agent Coulson regained consciousness, he was sitting in his car, giggling while watching cat videos on YouTube on his phone. He couldn't remember why he was here. He only remembered what the doctor who had performed the resurrection procedure said. He only remembered seeing a car passing by. He only remembered two sentences. The lyrics of the song, those horrific images of Tahiti's plans, became increasingly blurry as time passed.
He longed for a beer.
