"Why? It's impossible for Elizabeth to commit suicide!"
The sister of the dead girl loudly questioned her boss. The girl who roared like a lioness was called Angel. She was an operator of the crime team and had the lives of many criminals on her hands.
Although she always goes to church to seek forgiveness after a shooting, she has no regrets about what she did.
Her sister is a devout believer like her, and there is no way she would choose to end her life in such a way!
"Didn't you see it! Those marks on the ground, how could they be caused by suicide!"
Angel's anger was obvious, and her snarl was too much for her boss.
"Angel, calm down! The surveillance video shows that your sister did choose to commit suicide. No matter what traces are found on the ground, it will not change this fact!"
Angel's boss said with a headache.
The traces left on the ground and the roar that resounded throughout the neighborhood made him still confused.
The focus of the matter is no longer Elizabeth's suicide, but what caused all these beyond comprehension!
Normally, someone would quickly take over this kind of supernatural matter, but now the files could only pile up on his desk.
Of course he would not know that the department that was supposed to be responsible for handling such incidents was conducting an intense internal investigation.
In the short term, no one will be able to take over this case.
"damn it!"
Angel opened the office door angrily, picked up his coat and walked towards the church.
Angel, a police officer of the Crime Squad, places his spirit on his faith.
Every time he fired a gun, he went to church to confess.
Now she needs to find inner peace.
When she walked to the door of the church, she passed by a slovenly handsome man wearing a black windbreaker.
"Constantine, where are we going now?"
"Charlie, you know."
Angel vaguely heard such a voice, and without paying attention, she walked into the church to look for the priest's explanation.
…
"Have you and your son finished whispering?"
Bulcasso stood in front of Frank and his son and spoke in as calm a tone as possible.
Now it's time for Frank to go back. He's not done yet.
"I'll see you again in a few days, Jill."
Frank rubbed Jill's head, said hello to Bulqueso and left here silently.
Gil and Bulcasso stood outside the door, watching Frank disappear from sight.
"Uncle, you seem very angry."
Gil and Bulcasso stood side by side, talking quietly.
Although he didn't know what happened, he could feel the anger escaping from Bulcasso's body.
"Okay, Gil. This is not something you should understand now, don't worry. Go wash up and go to bed. Remember to make up for the missed practice time tomorrow."
Bulcasso slowly unlocked the door, and then took Gil back to the blacksmith shop.
As for Ancient One, he is currently talking to those angels all over the world, and by the way, he is cleaning up those angels who are staying in violation of regulations.
To put it simply, they are those guys who have not reported to the various sanctuaries.
Although the human world can accept the arrival of these guys, their actions must be within a few fixed ranges.
Those who fail to report are illegal immigrants, so their superiors have to ask their superiors to fish them out of the pool.
After the lights were turned off in the blacksmith shop, everything seemed to be calm again.
But S.H.I.E.L.D. is bound to get busy.
Nick Fury, who is busy investigating the identities of those mysterious people, has Bulcasso's actions today on his desk.
Among them, the war cry that was comparable to an explosion and the traces on the scene were highlighted.
"Fuck Fuck!"
Nick Fury, who had always chosen to hide his feelings, finally couldn't hold it back, and all the facial expression management training he had received was in vain at this moment.
Although he had long known that Bulcaisel had extraordinary power, that was not the point.
Bulcaisel has paid great attention to the impact of his battles, and swaying his power wantonly will only bring irreparable damage.
Therefore, Bulcaisel was restraining his power. Even so, Nick Fury was still a little surprised by the strength displayed by the barbarian.
"Who can tell me what this guy is fighting!"
Nick Fury harps on about his racial talents.
"Go ahead and call me Rumlow! Now! Now! Now!"
Nick Fury's roar even spread out of the office, so Rumlow, who had just put on his pajamas and lay on the sofa, received a call from SHIELD.
"I feel like a nuisance."
Rumlow muttered as he changed his clothes.
After becoming a barbarian, this guy seemed to have gained some kind of novel talent.
…
"Rumlow, have you discovered any enemies of the barbarians?"
Nick Fury narrowed his eyes to a slit and looked at Rumlow carefully.
This guy who considers interests as the first factor in everything seems to be unable to directly understand the reckless justice of the barbarians.
So what he wants to know is whether any enemies of the barbarians have come to this world together.
Although he had read the "mythical stories" submitted by Coulson several times, he still didn't believe them.
"As far as I know, barbarians have no enemies in this world, at least not before."
Rumlow learned about Bulcasso's attack from Nick Fury's story, which made him a little unsure of the answer to this question.
How could an ordinary person allow Bulcaisel to unleash a power that could destroy the environment?
Obviously this problem is somewhat troublesome.
"Then, the trouble he caused will be left to you to deal with. You can deal with the aftermath of the death of a woman named Elizabeth."
Nick Fury still hasn't given up testing Rumlow. This arrangement is just a good way to see what kind of relationship Rumlow has with the Savage.
It's just that he hasn't completely calmed down yet. He speaks very quickly, and what's rare is that he enunciates clearly.
Of course, although Rumlow leads the special operations team, he cannot be said to be ignorant of the work of ordinary SHIELD agents. After all, they are all personnel who have undergone unified training. At most, he lacks relevant experience.
"Okay, I'll go now."
Rumlow's attitude towards Nick Fury gradually turned to dullness, and now he has changed with the strength of his body and will.
At least he no longer focused on Hydra's ambition to rule the world.
No one can truly see the power of hell and high heaven and the nephalem, and still hold on to mortal rights.
Besides, even if he rules the world, what will Rumlow get?
Maybe a village?
