"Simmons, you're right. He showed up, and he looked like a bastard." Fitz covered his face and let out a long sigh, "What kind of legal provisions is he talking about, my God! He When discussing legal provisions with aliens, does American law involve aliens?"
Even facing the muzzles of several assault rifles, Salomon's fingertips still unhurriedly traced the runes on the parchment. He patiently explained to the female warrior standing in front of him. Contents on parchment. Agent Melinda May tried to interrupt him, but Salomon's insistence on rules made him refuse to leave. At the same time, Salomon also stopped the android's intention to fire bombs into the action team to avoid unnecessary casualties.
"Did you see it?" He said to Sif, who was looking impatient. "Asgard did not sign the note on transnational law enforcement after applying for tracing. Sif, you have to sign your name and submit it to Heimer. Then Heimdall signs it and submits it to any one of the three temples. Only after obtaining the receipt from the temple guardian can you start taking action."
"Give it to me quickly!" Sif impatiently grabbed the parchment and signed several names without looking.
"This matter is not over yet, Sif." Salomon took back the parchment and pretended to cough a few times.
"Then we'll talk about it later." Sif rolled her eyes. She hated nothing more than official business on paper, and Salomon happened to be one of the best at it.
Salomon, Sif and the androids were all invited into SHIELD vehicles, with Melinda May driving and monitoring them. Sif was very curious about the armor of the android. She had never seen such heavy equipment before, and so was Melinda May. She thought it was a trick created by Salomon. She glanced at the mystic in the passenger seat, "What do you know about this matter?"
"Not too much, only what Asgard is willing to tell." Salomon sighed, "Several male mystics of Karma Taj were tempted, and the fugitive's charm spell broke through their hearts. Protection.”
"Then why did you come?" Sif asked, "Men should not participate in this operation."
"I'm not an ordinary mystic, don't forget." Salomon rolled his eyes. Master Daniel of the New York Temple is now looking for someone in the nine realms. This old guy has neglected his duties and caused the disappearance of the mystics. The Venerable's blame is inevitable. His temple guardians have come to an end!
Melinda May secretly took this information to heart.
"What kind of black magic is this!" When Sif saw Agent Coulson on the airbus, she was so surprised that she reached for the sword she was carrying behind her. "Thor said you died at the hands of Loki."
"He was right, he was dead for a while." Agent Coulson had no intention of explaining the complicated reasons to the Asgardians. He glanced at Salomon and the androids who were also staying in the cargo bay, "But Loki is not the only one who knows his tricks. SHIELD also has its own tricks."
"Thor will be happy to hear you're alive. He considers you a friend."
"Me too, so if possible, I want to tell him in person." Coulson didn't want to dwell on this issue for too long, "I heard that you are looking for someone?"
"I'm hunting her, Lorelei. 600 years ago, she used her abilities to cause havoc in the Nine Kingdoms. She commanded armies and subverted kingdoms and monarchs."
"What kind of ability is this?" Agent Grant Ward, crossing his arms, asked disapprovingly, "Strength? Or speed?"
"It's witchcraft." Sif replied solemnly. This answer stunned the SHIELD agents. "She twists men's wills to achieve her own ends."
"Only men?" Melinda May asked. "Her magic doesn't work on women?"
"Yes, men have inherent weaknesses, but women do not." Sif glanced at Salomon who walked in slowly. Although she was reluctant, she still made a completely unnecessary gesture to Salomon. Asgardian Etiquette.
Because Salomon's record is enough to gain respect.
"Only a handful of men can resist her voice. For those who can resist the temptation, she relies on her voice and touch. This is enough to destroy a man's willpower. Even a wizard cannot resist her power."
"Don't look at me like that. The planetary defense system only detects one person." Salomon shrugged. He asked the android to take off its helmet, revealing its carefully sculpted face and short pearl-white hair. "This is my maid. If Lorelei breaks through the protective spell, my maid will kill her."
"Maid?" Fitz smacked his lips. The android said nothing, her attention focused solely on Salomon.
"Don't be surprised, I even took her to Colson's funeral."
"So how do we stop her?" Agent Coulson asked.
Sif showed everyone the necklace she had brought. This thing is made of Uru metal and has the effect of isolating magic. As long as Lorelai puts this thing on, she will be speechless - this thing is what Lorelai has been wearing in prison. If the curse warrior hadn't broken the dungeon's protection, she wouldn't have done it so easily. Take this thing off.
"She walked through a natural portal. Such portals are called the roots of Yggdrasil. The exact number is not certain, but those portals are extremely hidden and very difficult to pass through." Salo Meng continued after Sif's words, "But we are not unprepared."
"Do you know where she is now?"
"The Bifrost only took me to where she was last seen," Sif said, "but she would soon begin to seduce men to do his errands."
"We are not unprepared." The Mystic showed the bolt gun in his hand to the SHIELD agents, and then he tentatively fired a shot outside the cargo bay. The deafening gunshots rang out, and ordinary people covered their ears. When the dust dispersed, a large crater was revealed on the cement floor where the plane was parked, as if it had been ravaged by a small grenade.
"I think that's enough for the Asgardians," he said. "Even Thor, he can only withstand a .50 caliber bolter."
"Have you done the test?" Fitz came over immediately after his hearing recovered. Although he was dissatisfied with the design of the gun, he believed that the gun was powerful enough to rival some machine guns. This is a weapon used to deal with aliens. Fitz glanced at Sif's face quickly, "How's the recoil?"
"Ordinary people have comminuted fractures." Salomon lifted the bolt gun with one hand and put it into Fitz's arms. Then he looked at the physicist of the science team and shivered. Fitz retrieved the bolter before he was crushed to death by the pistol.
"This is really a big guy." Agent Grant Ward couldn't help but come over. Without the angular design of the past industrialization that Fitz didn't like, this gun can be said to have hit the hearts of all men. Big, thick, capable of shooting, and loud, men would flock to the gun like moths to a light in the dark, while Salomon and the little ones showing off their new toys to their kindergarten classmates Children are no different.
"Boys, it's time for mission intel." Simmons rolled his eyes, interrupting the small gathering of all the men on the plane except Coulson.
"In other words, we won't face the magician in this mission?" Melinda May asked.
"I'm not sure either." Salomon came back to his senses and said, "The temple guardians haven't found all the missing male mystics yet. He said he would call me when they all are found. By the way, Skye Where is she? Is she still being detained by you? "
"She..." Simmons glanced at Agent Coulson, and after getting permission, she finished her long tone, "She was injured, seriously injured. But it doesn't matter, her life is no longer in danger."
"We're hoping you can help with this," Agent Coulson said. "Use your magic to help her and check that she's healthy."
