"My dear Constantine, I think now is not the time to say this."
Colson's face wrinkled up and he said awkwardly.
I raised my eyes and looked at the monitor on the other side. The picture above was the outside of the office.
I don’t know when a lot of angel sculptures covering their faces appeared outside.
SHIELD seemed particularly quiet at this time.
It's as if even breathing has become a mistake.
There was a brief silence, but Constantine was the first to break the silence.
"What is that?" Constantine asked with a smile, and there was no sign of any nervousness on his part.
He just stretched out his head and looked outside the office, where there were some such sculptures staying in place.
Neither Nick Fury nor Coulson thought these sculptures were the pranks of bored agents.
Constantine's senses were sharper. He slowly walked to Nick Fury's side and hid his body behind Nick Fury.
Just when everyone focused their attention outside the office, the Weeping Angel on the monitor had moved much closer to the screen.
You can only act without being observed.
This is the Weeping Angel.
By the time Nick Fury turned his attention, there was a gap between the Weeping Angels on the surveillance screen and the real Weeping Angels.
There was a disconnect between the surveillance footage and the real-life situation, which made Nick Fury feel that this was a ridiculous prank.
But all the facilities in this safe house were arranged by him personally, so this is all true!
This is not scientific at all.
"Constantine, tell me, how far are the sculptures outside the office from the office door!?"
He shouted loudly in shock.
This tone is like Nick Fury shouting "Fuck Fuck".
That's the panic caused by things going out of control.
"What? About three meters? What did you find?"
Constantine turned his head and looked at Nick Fury.
The conversation between the two attracted Coulson's attention, and danger began to approach again!
Coulson couldn't help but pay attention to this, because Constantine is a dangerous guy.
No one knows whether this thing will summon something to give Coulson a hard blow.
He has a history of doing this kind of thing.
Summon demons to fight demons, and then summon angels to deal with the victors among demons.
This is considered the basic operation of Constantine.
The moment his actions attracted Coulson's attention, the Weeping Angels outside the office had already taken action!
Distance no longer mattered, their movements were invisible.
By the time Coulson noticed these guys, the Weeping Angels had already reached out and grabbed his wrist!
The Weeping Angel's body cannot be damaged by physical attacks.
Even Doctor Who, who exists for knowledge, has no good way to deal with these guys other than creating time paradoxes.
Perhaps it was because of his physical condition that he was unable to use attacks that could effectively cause damage.
But in a general sense, the Weeping Angels are invincible!
Even if Coulson is now a Lord of Skyhammer, he cannot destroy the Weeping Angels on the physical level!
"What is this!?"
Colson twitched his hand, but found that no matter what, he couldn't get his hand out of the sculpture's hand.
The biggest weakness of the Weeping Angels is probably staring at each other.
Coulson didn't know about this kind of thing.
Even in all the files of S.H.I.E.L.D., there is no record of a guy like the Weeping Angel.
Humans cannot control them and cannot control them.
Even breaking the sculptures won't kill them completely.
The profession will be restored, and in the blink of an eye, the Weeping Angels may send the person to the past, or they may break the human's neck.
The image of the Weeping Angels seems to be the source of their power, which is inexplicable.
These things are not things that rely on that stone-like body to exist!
"Hmm? Why don't I feel the soul?"
Sweat could be seen on Constantine's face, and his smile became forced.
For Constantine, nervousness still occurs.
I wasn't very nervous in the past because most of the guys I faced were acquaintances, so there was no point in being nervous.
"The images of these guys and their entities exist, but how do they do that?"
Nick Fury stared at the Weeping Angel on the monitor in front of him.
He realized something was wrong immediately and stared at the picture on the monitor.
Observation is the way to limit the Weeping Angels, as Nick Fury discovered almost instantly.
But the gradual feeling of weakness in his body began to gnaw at his heart.
This body is dying, and Nick Fury is powerless to stop it.
"Fuck Fuck!"
Nick Fury said this.
His hand fumbled with the remote control on the table in a panic.
He wanted to see if changing the channel would make the image of the Weeping Angels disappear from the monitor.
"No. 11 launched a single attack! Good opportunity!!! The ball was scored!"
The picture of the football match on the monitor and the bursts of cheers attracted Constantine's attention.
But Constantine did not turn his head to look at the monitor, but looked firmly at the Weeping Angel holding Coulson's arm.
He still has the tickets he bet on this game in his pocket, so he will inevitably care about the outcome.
"It seems you just hid the sports program channels. It turns out you can still relax here."
Constantine said casually.
The beads of sweat on his forehead had formed into a patch.
He felt that his soul was also in the process of weakening, and a new soul was slowly being gestated with the help of his body.
This was not the first time he had experienced having a child, but the feeling was different every time.
Mammon is a somewhat noisy child, and the Weeping Angel is like a parasite in his belly, constantly pushing his life towards death.
This feeling is too dangerous.
"damn it!"
Nick Fury shouted angrily.
American football news such as "No. 4 scores a touchdown! He is the best running back!" has begun to appear on the TV.
But the snarling visage of the Weeping Angel is still there.
Very scary.
Now Nick Fury is starting to worry about other things.
For example, will those who are at the stadium see the Weeping Angels because of this scene?
To be continued...