433 The Human Watcher who finally showed his demeanor
"It's my first time to be an angel, so I have no experience."
Facing Anderson’s words, Johnny seemed a little embarrassed.
“Are we here to have a tea party? That’s enough!”
Tony said these words fiercely and flew away in the direction of SHIELD.
Since there are already enough people staying in this place, the temporary lack of him seems to be no problem.
If something happens, he will rush over as soon as possible.
At least except for the movement methods of angels and mages that cannot be explained by science, his mobility is still guaranteed.
Flying is faster than swinging, right?
Besides, there aren’t many buildings in good condition around here.
After watching Tony fly away, Dr. Doom shook his head. When Tony was here, he would always think of the unpleasant past.
It's just that now, all the bodyguards who had taken action against him have lost news.
There is no need to doubt Dr. Doom. Tony's bodyguard has always been a high-risk profession in the early years.
After all, a playboy will not stay in the laboratory.
“King of Latveria, Victor von Doom.”
Dr. Doom looked at Loki and introduced himself.
He has already realized the power and respect of this mage from the previous battle, and Dr. Doom has no shortage of it.
“The prince of Asgard, perhaps the child of the Frost Giants, Loki.”
Loki had a trademark evil smile on his face, and he didn’t know what bad idea he was planning.
But it doesn’t seem to matter. It’s rare that people don’t know that Loki is a bad boy.
Who makes the description of him in mythology generally correct?
As a famous person, Rocky enjoys the feeling of being in the spotlight. Because it means a grand prank.
When he thought of the prank, Loki looked a little disappointed. After all, no one could tolerate his prank now.
And he is no longer the prince of Asgard.
Thor became the new king of Asgard. In Loki's eyes, it was inevitable.
When he meets his stupid brother, Loki will bear more burdens.
Not for Asgard, but for my brothers.
At this time, Spider-Man fired a piece of spider silk to hang himself up, and left the scene with a posture that was a bit weird for normal people.
His chosen target was the tallest remaining building in the area, the staircase of which had been destroyed in the aftermath of the previous battle.
Spider-Man can take some time to calm down his emotions in this place, and he can also hear other people's conversations and not miss any important news.
Spider-Man, who is fighting alone, lacks a lot of intelligence, but there is no way to blame this hero who executes justice by listening to police notifications.
After all, he really has no relatives in this world.
Just as the people on the ground began to look for topics to talk about, Midnight in the sewer finally reluctantly regained consciousness.
The world of the strong is not something that a person living in the sewers can pry into. Apparently his previous behavior got him into a little trouble.
When he finally regained his sight, he couldn't help but let out a "fuck" sound!
Because standing in front of him was a guy who was covered in scales and looked no different from a crocodile.
The guy's eyes were a little hesitant, as if he was not considering whether to eat him, but as if he had an unknown guest at home.
It is so complex that it is difficult to describe.
The corners of Midnight's mouth twitched as she looked at the guy in front of her.
The stare-off didn’t last very long, and the deadlock was broken at midnight.
“Hello, what’s your name?”
“Killer Crocodile.”
Then there was another moment of silence.
“Man, Killer Croc doesn’t sound like a name, it sounds like a nickname.”
Midnight said this.
If he hadn't been injured from being stepped on from the manhole cover before, he might have stretched out his poisonous hand wrapped in green light to warn the unknown creature in front of him.
Killer Crocodile didn’t have much reaction to Midnight’s words and looked a little dazed.
“Okay, you can call me Midnight, Dad Midnight.”
At midnight I can only introduce myself and break the ice.
After all, in this place that looks like the home field of crocodiles, a fight with the guy who calls himself Killer Crocodile doesn't seem like a wise choice.
"Is this... your name? Your father calls you Midnight Dad? You call your father Dad?"
Killer Crocodile was a little shocked.
His growth process was very difficult, and he even served as a display prop in the circus.
But even with such an outrageous upbringing, he had never heard anyone call his child "Daddy".
At midnight, I adjusted my mentality through a deep breath, and endured the pain in my body before I could continue to speak.
“Like Killer Croc, it’s just a code name.”
“Code name? 007 kind of? James Bond?”
Killer Croc succeeded in chatting to death.
At this time, in the middle of the night, I saw Killer Crocodile holding a leg of lamb that was stained with the smell of sewers.
It still looks like it has been simply baked.
With this quick glance, he probably understood what Killer Crocodile's situation was.
It seems a little less intelligent than normal people, but it is still within the scope of human beings.
"Listen to me, there's a bunch of freaks up there right now, and we need to stay quiet or find a way out of here."
Midnight pointed to the passage he came from, which had collapsed.
At midnight, it seemed that there was no other way for him to leave this place except the manhole cover above his head.
“I can get out of the water.”
…”
“Are you a local? I have just moved to this place not long ago. Do you have any channels that can help me connect to a TV signal in the sewer? I have wanted to watch TV programs for a long time, but it has never been convenient.”
As Killer Crocodile said this, a bit of expectation flashed in his eyes.
Killer Crocodile has a bad temper, but this does not include when he asks for help from others.
“I would like to ask you, do you have any relatives or friends that you can seek refuge with?”
Midnight said this after thinking for a long time.
He was about to cry because of Killer Croc.
Midnight is not a benevolent guy, but his consistent "neutrality" makes him better at weighing things up.
When facing Constantine, he will plot against each other without any psychological pressure, because he knows that Constantine is a guy with no backing and only enemies everywhere.
He naturally has no pressure.
As for a guy like Killer Croc, in the past, Midnight would have turned him into a powerful reanimated corpse.
It’s just that now is not the right time.
At least now, Midnight, who is finding it difficult to even use his magic power, doesn't think he can 100% defeat this guy in front of him.
The physical qualities of Killer Crocodile only need to be seen at a glance to understand that this guy is not just ugly in appearance.
Not to mention that there was a large circle of people sitting there overhead, conducting a series of discussions that sounded powerful but were actually useless.
Philosophy can help humans understand themselves, but it can never fill their stomachs.
Midnight has no interest in these.
The Killer Crocodile in front of me is a bit interesting.
"No."
A concise answer. If it were in the past, Midnight would probably appreciate this guy's frankness.
Handhong started to do it full of appreciation.
Think about it carefully, some of the misfortunes that Midnight suffered all happened after she got involved with Constantine.
Especially this time, after being fooled into breaking my own concept of "balance", everything went wrong.
“It looks like you don’t have any money either.”
Midnight said this and looked at the other person up and down.
This country values profit above all else. As long as you have money, you can do it not only by running TV lines into the sewers, but also by directly building underground villas.
Looking at Killer Croc, although Midnight wanted to say something about the circus exhibition, Midnight's instinct made him choose to shut up.
Although this guy doesn't look very smart, he has the aura of other souls in his body.
At least Killer Crocodile has killed people.
Has a bad temper, has been discriminated against, has killed people, and is still running around.
This guy is impossible to deal with.
“My money was robbed by a monster before.”
Killer Crocodile said with an embarrassed look, lowering his eyes and shed a few tears.
Looking at Killer Crocodile at Midnight, his expression became even more ugly.
Crocodile tears are just to relieve dry eyes, he knows this story.
Until now, Midnight has not treated Killer Crocodile as a human being. After all, such a guy looks like a monster and is not very likable.
“What monster?”
Midnight asked in line with Killer Croc's words, already silently holding a voodoo doll in his hand.
Although he and his brother don't deal with each other very much, that guy is still his brother.
Voodoo sorcerers pay great attention to blood relationships. Although the scope of this emphasis is not only mutual support, but also occasional killing of each other.
But the voodoo doctor doesn't need the blood of a blood relative to cast any spells. After all, he is already at the top of the mage's position.
This voodoo doll is a life-saving prop, although Midnight doesn’t know if it can be effective on the previous Imprius.
But dealing with the threat posed by Dr. Doom is more than enough.
The Killer Crocodile in front of us is even less of a problem.
“A humanoid monster dressed like a big bat but as strong as a giant elephant. He took away the money I earned and said he wanted to confiscate it.”
As Killer Crocodile said this, he moved closer to the water.
Animal instinct? Or wild intuition?
That's it, Killer Crocodile is ready to get into the sewer at any time.
A different kind of atavism gives him top-notch underwater mobility.
Although this is not in line with the habits of crocodiles, we cannot expect Killer Crocodile, a guy who has never even been to school, to know these issues.
“By the way, do you know where Arkham is?”
Killer Crocodile asked in a low voice, with the light of "wisdom" shining in his eyes.
“That monster originally planned to send me to that place, saying that I could watch TV shows, but I didn’t believe him.”
Killer Crocodile said as he walked to the water's edge.
The next moment, a sharp thrust was thrust in.
At midnight, the hairs all over my body stood up as a result of the intense sense of crisis.
The feeling of being targeted by a large carnivore made this voodoo wizard feel very bad.
Midnight understood in an instant that he had become the prey of the other party.
The previous conversation not only included his testing of Killer Croc, but also a judgment of the threat Killer Croc posed to him.
The lonely monster doesn't care whether the person in front of him has any background.
Midnight held the voodoo doll tightly in her hands, her face turned as dark as the bottom of a pot.
…
In S.H.I.E.L.D., Nick Fury quietly returned to his original position after properly settling Coulson.
It seemed that such a move was a bit unnecessary. It was obvious that the problem could be solved by just taking out his own "corpse", but he still chose this slightly more complicated gameplay.
Because Nick Fury needs to gain a certain level of trust when Sonya and Auriel return to S.H.I.E.L.D.
There was something he wanted to tell Sonya and Auriel.
This period of speculation gave him a rough understanding of barbarians. After all, this group has not yet broken away from the category of human beings.
It's just that the individual's strength is a little exceeded.
ification
Sanya landed heavily on the floor of SHIELD, and the huge force caused her legs to sink directly into the ground.
Sanya originally planned to have a few words with Constantine first, but something seems wrong now.
There are still traces of the impact of Sandman's sandbag, which inevitably makes Sonya concerned.
The Sandman's power is purely related to dreams. For Sonya, this method can find a lot in common with the deeds of the devil.
So her nerves were a little tense.
“What are you doing?”
Sanya said casually, already holding the mountain-splitting ax in her palm.
A burst of cold air swept through, waking up all those who were trapped in their dreams.
“I seem to have had a nightmare, dreaming that the world is collapsing?”
Barbara the Bionic Bird said as she rubbed her head. It was obvious that she was still a little unaccustomed to having just been awakened from her sleep.
But Melinda has realized what happened to her not long ago.
At least in her memory she could still recall Constantine's mean smile very clearly.
“Where’s Constantine? And Coulson!”
Melinda's face was a little gloomy, she also heard what Barbara said.
I even had the same dream.
The image of the world being turned into fragments and falling bit by bit from the edges is full of a weird sense of reality.
The person in the dream will not be surprised by any weird things in the dream, such as seeing a horse riding a monkey, etc., but he will laugh at those scenes after waking up.
Dreams are not the realm of waking life.
At this time, Melinda didn’t want to delve into those mysterious things. It was only right to leave professional matters to professionals.
So Melinda’s first sentence was asking where Constantine was.
The purpose of her meeting with Constantine was definitely not just to consult on related issues.
At this point, Melinda can use her iron fist to guarantee that Constantine’s medicine jar will definitely be punished by the iron fist.
Coulson also disappeared at this time. Obviously Constantine, who was not at the scene at this time, has the greatest suspicion value.
Nick Fury's safe house is monitored, but only Nick Fury himself knows where he is teleported to.
That's why Nick Fury took Coulson away personally without any scruples.
Perhaps he has no intention of hiding this matter forever.
After all, there is a Tony in this world who can use information from SHIELD as a tabloid in his spare time.
It is enough to know that it will not be exposed in a short period of time.
Tony will always see that piece of surveillance, and then Nick Fury will be able to have a good talk with Tony.
Smart people are always easy to persuade because they know the trade-offs.
Tony is the best at this.
Nick Fury is confident that Tony will be in the same camp as him after knowing some information.
Nick Fury, who was posing as a corpse on the ground, realized that it was time for him to appear.
So he slowly opened his one eye, and his misty posture was very similar to that of Sleeping Beauty in the fairy tale when she woke up.
Nick Fury made a little noise at the right time, and the sound sounded as weird as if Constantine had defecated.
So Nick Fury successfully attracted the attention of several people present.
But before he could speak, Auriel, who spread his wings of light, stole all his attention.
Auriel had a smile on her face and nodded gently to Sonya.
“It’s a pleasure to work together~”
A mental wave was transmitted to Sonya's mind. Sonya curled her lips and glanced at Auriel's belly with eyes that no one knew but the person involved.
Children of hope and courage.
Sanya hopes that this child will not inherit the shortcomings of both parents.
Correspondingly, Sonya was also worried about Auriel.
Giving birth to a new life is definitely not an easy task.
Auriel's power will weaken as the child matures, until the day the child is born.
During this process, I hope that I will become the target of public criticism.
Especially since Diavolo already has sight in the human world, it is impossible to hide this matter for a long time.
“The power of dreams? I really don’t know what to say.”
Oriel was as gentle as before, and the impact of the sandbag was eliminated with a wave of her hand.
“Sanya, you are stronger than before. I will make concessions this time, but I cannot let hope come with good intentions only to leave disappointed.”
Aurel is acting out a scene with Sonya.
Aurel needs the power of S.H.I.E.L.D. to serve as the foundation for the hope of this world.
Cooperating with an organization that is higher than a single country is more convenient than creating a religion from scratch. And as long as SHIELD is fully operational, the efficiency will definitely be satisfactory.
“Listen to my limits! Human beings have the right to make their own choices. No matter whether there is a cliff or a smooth road ahead, you cannot make a choice as a human being.”
Sanya said angrily.
These words were given to her by Auriel in the realm.
In order for Sonya to cooperate in the performance, Auriel even crushed all the Weeping Angels into powder, and then used the power of hope to help Sonya strengthen some of that area.
For Auriel, this is support for a friend, but in Sonya's eyes, this is the cost of hiring her.
Although Sonya is very satisfied with the remuneration, she is still a little reluctant about acting.
This is too much trouble.
"certainly."
Aurel said softly, and the light on her body became a little dazzling.
The whole room was occupied by her devastation.
Sanya is not good at disguise. In order to prevent the smart people present from seeing anything, Auriel used some small tricks.
And Nick Fury's previously prepared remarks were all disrupted at this time.
Unknown to him, the barbarians and the angels reached a cooperation intention about the future of mankind? And as the guardian of mankind (self-proclaimed), he actually knew nothing about it?
Nick Fury felt that his scalp was starting to itch.
The last time he felt like this was when he rubbed ginger on his scalp in order to make his life double grow hair like a normal person.
“Well, I want to know what you were talking about?”
Nick Fury gave up on his "slowly waking up" script. As he spoke, he tried to stand up with his arms.
But this body that had been tortured several times by Constantine could not allow him to complete such a simple action.
The previous few kicks were very hard.
If Nick Fury had arrived a little slower, there wouldn't be any problem, but at the moment this is a bit rushed.
Constantine's physical fitness is average, but as a guy who deals with angels and demons on the front line, he has not only studied the weaknesses of outsiders.
Human frailties are also among his areas of study.
Nick Fury let out a grunt of pain before defecating, and almost fell back to the ground.
I was embarrassed, my movements were very natural and not deliberate at all.
The image of the “weak” helps to take advantage of the kindness of others.
Archangels and barbarians seem to be kind to humans. Nick Fury doesn't mind being embarrassed. As long as there is a slight possibility that he can win more things for humans, he has no scruples.
“Human, your hopes are too heavy. This body cannot support your lofty ideals.”
Aurel said with profound meaning. A pair of eyes seemed to have passed through the one eye of Nick Fury's body, creating a connection with the body far away on the moon.
There is not only one Constantine who is struggling in despair. Nick Fury, who knows more, has no less faith in hope than Constantine.
Even more dazzling!
This hope has been entangled with the glory and darkness of human nature. This kind of Nick Fury is quite pleasing to Oriel.
Although he is not a good person, Auriel can't dislike the guy who lives up to his ideals and holds on to hope.
Nick Fury was a little dazed, but he came back to his senses immediately.
“It seems impolite to pry into someone’s soul rashly, ma’am.”
Nick Fury said with a cold face, his body was very relaxed and there was no sign of anything.
The King of Agents finally became more serious at this time and showed his due style.
Pretending is useless, so show some human dignity!
Human beings are not existences that can be manipulated by others at will. Nick Fury is constantly striving for this goal!