In SHIELD, Nick Fury and Norman Osborn were in a conference room.
Nick Fury planned to say something, but for a moment he didn't know where to start.
"Hello, Mr. Norman Osborn. I plan to make you the director of SHIELD."
Can Nick Fury still say this directly?
No! He can't!
He has never been able to make decisions on SHIELD matters alone. No matter who this person is, he can only represent himself at most.
But Norman Osborne is indeed a rare management talent.
There are also many achievements in scientific research.
"Norman, to be honest, I'm a little embarrassed about your attitude.
But that has nothing to do with our topic this time.
You want to cure a genetic disease in your family, right? Tell me, what can you do for this goal?"
Nick Fury said without changing his expression.
He has completed a transformation of his voice.
This method is quite common, at least for Norman Osborn.
"What can I give?
I can give my all!
But why do you think you can achieve my long-cherished wish?
Just your S.H.I.E.L.D.
As far as I know, SHIELD's scientific research level is just like that.
Otherwise, you wouldn’t make the mistake of using individual company’s products.
how?
Are you still going to deny this?
Then you'd better put away that thing made of Stark technology on the table."
Norman looked at Nick Fury in front of him with a mocking expression.
Now is not the first time he met Nick Fury,
At that time, he was indeed frightened by the surprise and the conditions proposed by Nick Fury.
But now, there is only a struggle for interests on the negotiating table. Norman will not easily give up all the interests he can win!
Nick Fury looked at Norman in front of him and felt troubled.
It was Norman like this that filled him with a sense of trust in his abilities.
It's just that it's not the same thing when this ability is used on oneself.
"Okay, there's no need to keep talking nonsense.
I just want to know your opinion on one thing right now!
What do you think about angels and demons?”
Nick Fury's one eye flashed with a strange light.
This question is somewhat of a source of trouble for scientists.
The collision of materialism and idealism?
Stop making trouble!
Neither Nick Fury nor Norman Osborn are the kind of guys who like philosophy, although they still know something about philosophical things.
"So you've already met them?"
Norman narrowed his eyes, his eyes a little wandering.
Since Nick Fury talked about this kind of existence, it only means that the things that appear in these two stories are not fiction.
"So what are you going to ask me to do?
Catch an angel?
And then put him on the operating table for dissection?
And then use something like angel blood to cure our family's genetic disease?
I tell you!
That is impossible!
I will not become SHIELD's knife and bear the revenge of that kind of existence for you!"
Norman Osborne became a little excited in an instant.
You can't blame him, after all, these political guys all like this kind of gameplay.
What is this called?
White gloves?
"Although this is a plan to treat your genetic disease, I don't think you will agree to it.
My purpose is simple, I need you to become the top of SHIELD!"
"Then I'm only responsible for you?
How is this different from the previous plan?
It’s not just me who offends people, the benefits are all in your hands!
Either wait until I have no value, or you have finished what you are doing,
Am I still the unlucky one?"
Norman interrupted Nick Fury rudely, which was a bit rude to him.
Such strong aggression made him look like there was something wrong in his head.
But Nick Fury is not surprised either.
Could it be that this is Norman Osborne's words?
Maybe this kind of performance is just Norman's way of gaining the initiative in this face-to-face conversation?
This doesn't seem so strange.
"Do you just have a choice?
Your family has a genetic disease, and now it seems that only SHIELD has the ability to help you.
Only SHIELD will help you without squeezing your wealth.
Because wealth is not very important to us."
Nick Fury's pointed words made Norman silent for a moment.
But soon this guy with a strong will came back to his senses!
“Isn’t it true that wealth cannot be discarded in our eyes?
All I want is that my son and I can enjoy the life we deserve like normal people!
Rather than facing the limitations of this disease, we can only struggle!
Wealth is only our means to fight against this fate!"
Norman rarely said a lot of words, but he could no longer remain as calm as before.
Genetic disease is the sword of Damocles hanging over the Osborne family!
No one knows when this threat will take their lives!
"If you are willing to provide me with wealth, I think I can probably help you solve these difficult and complicated diseases.
Introduce yourself, John Constantine.
Some people call me the Detective of Hell, and some people call me scum.
But I still prefer to hear someone calling me John softly in my ear before falling asleep and after waking up.
John Constantine, at your service.
Mr Osborne."
Some sudden sounds sounded!
Then there was the straight shot!
Nick Fury pulled out the pistol tucked under his arm and shot Constantine three times in the head!
Obviously he has realized the truth that Constantine is beyond mortals!
"Ding ding ding~"
The three bullets fell to the ground one by one, and a red mark appeared on the forehead of Constantine who was standing there.
"Ahem, Director Nick Fury, I must say your marksmanship is really great.
If there is a chance, can I ask you to go on an adventure together?
Don't worry, for an excellent agent like you, I won't be willing to treat you like a 'little umbrella' and throw it away after use.
I will at least clean you inside and out and take it with me, waiting for the next use."
Constantine said with a smile and touched his stubble.
What a great feeling it is to be a nephalem!
The constantly surging power in his blood and his gradually strengthening body have become part of Constantine's confidence.
As for using the same "little umbrella" repeatedly, that is also true.
After all, he was quite poor before.
But "safety" cannot be relaxed.
After all, Hell Detective almost died of lung cancer, so he had no intention of giving himself another HIV infection.
"John Constantine, what are you here for?
Who else told you I was in this place?"
Nick Fury didn't get angry because of Constantine's irrelevant remarks, even though he was likened to a safety device that needs to be used again and again.
Nick Fury only cares about one thing now, and that is why Constantine appears in this place?
He doesn't believe at all that Constantine came here for Norman Osborn!
After all, no one knew that Nick Fury was planning to make Norman Osborn the director of SHIELD!
Nick Fury put his hand under the table in a very natural way.
At least this action has not aroused any suspicion now.
"I'm just strolling around, although I do have something I want to see you for.
But seeing how you don’t welcome me, what can I do?
Are you trying to push my backside towards you? What? Are you interested in me?
I won't refuse anyone who comes, but I hope we can come alternately."
Constantine acted more like he was confident, and Nick Fury was a little unsure for a while.
Previous tests have proven that the current Constantine can ignore firearms of ordinary calibers, but Nick Fury does not think that such a guy is invincible.
There are many people in this world who are not afraid of guns, but it is not impossible to defeat the opponent!
"The purpose of my coming here is not to listen to your flirting. If Mr. Constantine can really solve the Osborne family's genetic disease, I will do my best to help you get what you want!"
Norman Osborne had no intention of saving face for these two guys.
He didn't care at all about the agreement between Nick Fury and Constantine, he just wanted to get a solution to the genetic disease.
"Huh, you are indeed the leader of a group. If possible, I really hope to have a good communication with you.
But... honestly how can I trust you?
This is not the first time I have cooperated with a guy like you. According to my experience,
What a guy like you is most likely to do is to get what you want from me and then find a way to silence me.
But now I’m not so worried about this problem.”
Constantine was still talking casually.
I can't tell what his purpose is at all.
But Nick Fury is patient enough.
Constantine is a scumbag, but scumbag is still a human being.
This guy never does anything meaningless, although he can be quite reckless sometimes.
"SHIELD can be the guarantee for our cooperation!
Of course, if you have other candidates you trust as witnesses, I will also be able to accept it!"
Norman's partner changed to Constantine almost without any hesitation.
And Nick Fury just watched.
Maybe this is just Norman Osborn's method?
The search for rare goods has turned into shopping around. At this time, lowering the price is the best way.
It's just that this change happened a little quickly.
“Someone I trust to witness?
Phew~ Awesome!
Then I'm going to call someone.
I seem to have heard you talk about angels and demons before, so can you accept an angel as a witness?"
Constantine took out the cigarette case and lit one for himself.
This guy is as good as ever.
"Angel?"
Nick Fury frowned, while Norman Osborn looked indifferent.
But seeing those merely clenched fists, one could tell that this guy was not as calm as he appeared.
"I've wanted to see God for a long time."
Norman's voice broke when he spoke.
"What? Are you going to ask why your family has to suffer such a sad fate?
Come on!
You are not the only unlucky people in the world.
Don't say that the angels I mentioned are different from your understanding. Even if they are the same, they won't give you any answers.
What value do humans have to them?
To put it bluntly, your faith is worthless!
If faith hadn't made your soul a power in their hands, do you think they would have sent down divine grace?
I'm confused, those guys don't always respond to your requests when they fulfill your wishes.
Why are you so fond of them one by one?
Why do you never thank the lottery company like this when you buy lottery tickets? Is it because you didn’t win?
But what’s the difference between this belief?”
Constantine smacked his tongue and muttered, which did not surprise Nick Fury.
After all, this guy has never been in awe of angels and demons.
"What are the conditions and what can I do for you to make our family's genetic disease a thing of the past?"
Norman Osborne doesn't care!
He felt the contempt for divine authority from Constantine's words!
This shows that this guy at least has the ability to defy those powerful guys!
This is also a proof of strength!
"Yes, you are much more interesting than that guy Nick Fury.
I heard that Frank can always use your life as a substitute to vent his anger. I wonder when I will have such an opportunity?
I think that black guy’s back is quite sexy~”
As he spoke, Constantine turned to target Nick Fury, and even raised his eyebrows, but his words were a bit deliberate.
Nick Fury just kept his hand on the pistol, without any emotion on his face.
"You rarely fail to fulfill your promises to others, but the price you pay is often unbearable.
Have you grown a little stronger now because of this power?"
Nick Fury finally responded after being silent for a long time.
Constantine just smiled.
"You guy, when you are alone, you will doubt the same kind of people.
Even reject anything that might change the shape of your life.
So how can you understand me now?
I'm still a human being, just a little different from the 'human' you know me to be.
Just like the guy you killed in London, does it take others to recognize whether a person is a human being?
As long as you decide for yourself it is enough.
So Nick Fury, are you ready to face the new world!?"
Constantine opened his hands so that his body looked like a slender cross.
Coupled with the light coming through the window behind him, it gave him a somewhat sacred feeling!
"what are you planning to do?"
Nick Fury finally stood up. The hand he had placed under the table had already grasped a shotgun!
Well, the lethality of pistols and shotguns is different!
At least this thing has a high probability of harming Constantine's body.
Wherever Nick Fury dares to stay, there must be something that allows him to protect himself.
This shotgun is most likely just the most insignificant part of it.
"I plan to turn people into humans. No one can save everything when the end of the world comes.
We can only rely on ourselves after all, right?
By the way, I’ll give you a message for free.
An angel has appeared among the Fantastic Four. Maybe you have to find a way to contact another Human Torch to maintain the formation of the Fantastic Four."
Constantine sucked up the cigarette in his mouth, and the spongy cigarette end emitted enough heat to burn others!
The man with open arms in the light is shrouded in smoke.
If this had happened hundreds of years ago, Constantine would have been able to use this image to deceive himself into becoming a saint, right?
Saint John Constantine?
This sounds like a good idea!
Constantine glanced at Nick Fury sideways, and then closed one of his eyes.
