"You should know that I don't want you to see him."

"Hmm~"

"You must make sure that you won't say anything after seeing him, and don't spread your toxic thoughts to others."

"I can't guarantee it."

"Little bastard! I know!" Nick Fury slapped the table with a very angry expression. But then he sighed a long time and sat back on the office chair. He kicked his legs, covered his face, and let the chair take him to the corner of the room. Salomon was indifferent to Nick Fury's anger and even wanted to laugh.

"I didn't expect you to come to me now. Did Steve Rogers really endure it for so long? Or do you think he can endure it for so long? Or do you think SHIELD has a way to get the fire of Hell? Well, it's also my fault, I blame you for giving you false hope, making you think those big cockroaches can solve the problem." Salomon leaned back and leaned on the soft chair opposite the desk, looking completely unscrupulous.

This is indeed his plan, from beginning to end.

I wonder who still remembers that Salomon asked Captain America to fight the Ghost Rider? That was not a rehabilitation training. The old devil, Mephisto, had a vicious eye. When he saw Salomon, he had already said part of the secret mage's calculations - when Captain America was shocked by life 70 years later, he would accept something more supernatural, so that Steve Rogers' attention would be attracted and it would be easier to receive some information.

This is also one of the main means of hypnosis. Only after experiencing such a thing can Salomon be more likely to instill certain ideas into this American soldier.

The Ghost Rider's Eye of Judgment does not have any way to Steve Rogers, and the means of "operating" any object seem to have no way to use the vibrating shield, but as long as it is fought, Captain America will be injured, and the wrist was locked by the Ghost Rider's iron chain wrapped in the flames of hell. Since the night against the Ghost Rider, SHIELD has been trying to treat the burns on Steve Rogers' hands. No matter whether it is a drug still in clinical trials or just a theoretical surgery, it cannot completely heal the wound. This wound will never heal and will continue to burn the soul. When the flesh grows back to that position, new burning marks will appear again. Not many people can bear the pain of repeated surgery.

Moreover, Salomon was very confident. He believed that SHIELD would never find a cure. Even if Nick Fury took out the secretly hidden alchemy potion that was originally intended to be used on Tony Stark. Perhaps SHIELD does have something powerful, but it definitely does not include those that can cure the burns of Hellfire.

Nick Fury didn't want to ask Salomon for help. He knew how Salomon would laugh at him. Perhaps because of his overly proud, the secret mage accidentally said a few words, which made Nick Fury find the culprit in an instant.

"You want to see Captain America? Do you know he will be injured? You also know that the wound will not heal?" He glared at Salomon, "Why? You can clearly mention this to me, and you also know that I will agree, why do you need to do this?"

"Who knows." Salomon stood up. He realized that he had let go of his words, so he naturally refused to reveal more information. You know, he had been waiting for this day for a long time. It had been a week since he received Merlin's treatment, and it was even longer before Captain America's battle with the Ghost Rider. Now it was finally time to gain - he wanted to show Steve Rogers the worst part of the United States now. He wanted to see if this person's soul was noble enough, whether "Captain America" ​​could admit the unjust position of the United States and accept his fate of fighting for mankind - and he wanted to see if this person could lift the Hammer of Thor and eat Asgard's power.

"Okay." He smiled so sly, "You want to solve this problem earlier, right? Then don't talk nonsense."

"You have to be under monitoring..."

"Then I'll leave."

"Monther f*uck! I promise you that no one will monitor this meeting!"

"Sign the contract, otherwise I won't believe you."

“Monther f*uck!”

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"Are you serious, sir, a child? You asked a minor to solve something that so many adults can't solve? Or is he a scientist too?" Steve Rogers did not stay in the hospital, but lived in his Brooklyn house. The residence was assigned to him by S.H.E.L.D., and to show trust, Nick Fury did not install eavesdropping and surveillance equipment in the room. When Salomon came here in a car driven by Nick Fury, Steve Rogers had just returned from the gym, with bandages still wrapped around his arms and a white towel on his neck.

The fitness man is quite attractive, especially the muscles that cannot be covered by the loose T-shirt, which has made many ladies on the roadside look back frequently.

"How do you feel?" Nick Fury got out of the car and raised his head to signal, "Does it still hurt?"

"It's been painful, but I'm used to it. This is nothing." Although Captain America said this with a smile, his face was not very good. The burns of the flames of hell have affected his life. This is Salomon's purpose. He wants Captain America to come to him, not him to go to Captain America.

"This is Salomon Damonet, he can completely solve your problem." Nick Fury glared at the secret wizard standing beside eating the baptized beef burrito. He knew the purpose of Salomon, but even after knowing it, he had no choice but to agree to all Salomon's requests, including the baptized beef burrito he bought in Chicago, which was also paid by Nick Fury.

"See what I'm doing, I haven't had lunch yet." Salomon shook his head and said disdainfully.

"Hello, I'm Steve Rogers."

"I know. I'm Salomon Messiah Pandragorn Damonet..." The Secret Mage swallowed a piece of beef, "This is not a place to talk."

"Your name is a bit long. Come with me. I didn't clean yesterday and I didn't know how to receive guests. I hope you don't mind." Steve Rogers took Salomon and Nick Fury upstairs. He walked through the corridor and greeted the nurse who lived next door, then opened the door and invited the other two to enter the room.

This room was too clean and tidy, not like a single man's room, everything was placed in an orderly manner. I don't know if it was originally available in this room or installed by Captain America himself, Salomon saw a large bookshelves with some books and records on it, and there were all kinds of movies and music from World War II to the present. Obviously, Steve Rogers was making up for the lessons and he wanted to catch up with the current world.

After Nick Fury and Salomon each found a soft chair to sit down, Captain America brought three ice cokes, one cup for each person. They picked up the cups and put them down together in a tacit understanding, and then burped them very tacitly.

So, the originally somewhat alienated atmosphere relaxed, and this was the inexplicable friendship between men.

"There are so much changes now, and even Coke is not the taste of the past." Steve Rogers said with a smile. "And there are sodas that I have a lot more flavor. I have to choose for a long time every time. Now the news always says that the taste of Coke has not changed, but as an elderly person with a sensitive taste, I think I still have some say. But I am still chasing the world now. At least I have learned how to use a mobile phone - the kind of buttons. I always feel that things with buttons are electronic products, and things without buttons always make me uncomfortable."

"It seems you need to make up for more lessons. There are not many buttons for future electronic products." Nick Fury picked up the cup and took a sip. "Take off the bandage, your wound needs to be treated as soon as possible. Although it won't be infected, it's enough for you to suffer."

"But I didn't see any medical devices, sir."

"No need for those things. Salomon, let Captain America see what you do."

The Secret Mage gave Nick Fury a look of contempt. "What do you think I am?" he said, "Are you a little trick on the roadside?"
Chapter completed!