Marvel Magic Event Book

Chapter 1386 Jung and Nietzsche (first update)
Agent Coulson took the Google Maps employees he had seen before and rushed into the long corridor, passing through the dark benches, icon paintings and statues of saints placed on both sides of the corridor, until Agent Coulson asked The group of staff "demonstrated" that the weapons in their hands could shoot high-speed metal, and the guys from Silicon Valley calmed down and followed his footsteps obediently.Like ignited oil, hot black smoke rose from the three-story building of San Fernando Church, attracting Hispanic and Latino residents of the entire community from afar.

People who have lived in this community for a long time have never seen such a strange fire. The smoke column almost covered half of the church, but there was no bright fire in the thick smoke.Some enthusiastic local residents have contacted the fire brigade, but the human wall formed by the onlookers actually blocked the evacuation route of Agent Coulson.He tried to dissuade him by taking out his ID card and pistol, but at this time, no one paid attention to him, and instead tried to film him with his mobile phone.Every agent does not want to encounter this kind of thing, so Agent Coulson can only empty a magazine into the sky. The locals who are extremely sensitive to gunshots calmed down in an instant, and then they went with the screaming tourists. Scattered and fled.

There are daily gun battles in minority communities.Killing people here is commonplace, and the police station is simply unwilling to pay attention to such things. Except for the school police of the nearby Catholic school, there is no armed person in uniform and with a gun at his waist to maintain order.The only people who really care about this community are the insurance companies and government departments that accept the San Fernando Church's insurance. Now this situation means that the insurance company will pay a large sum of money to pay for the reconstruction work after the fire.

"You're so smart." The Google employee isn't the least bit annoyed that his ears are ringing from the gunshots, even if the bullet casings bounce off his head.One of the fellow photographers was still shooting around with a panoramic camera at the moment. "Now you have evacuated the crowd. Are you going to wait here for the fire department?"

"No." Coulson yelled.

He felt he had to raise his voice, because behind him the sound of the hot wind from the San Fernando church was getting louder, the burning logs crashing down, the masonry crackling and collapsing.A few minutes later, the dry and hot air expanded rapidly, and the dense sparks were blown up by the tornado that appeared out of thin air, and the slender flame ladder curved and stretched towards the sky, sinking into the clouds.The employees of Google Maps stared wide-eyed and recorded the scene with all the tools available for shooting. With the help of the camera, Agent Coulson saw a blurry figure rising rapidly in the photographed flame tornado.

When the flame tornado dissipated, the figure and the flames of the San Fernando Church disappeared, as if the supernatural fire had been sucked out of all oxygen and fuel.All traces of the fire were gone, except for the ruined walls that still radiated heat, and the grass and trees that were still burning.No one came out of the charred masonry. Agent Coulson looked left and right, and finally chose not to wait—he would not wait here until the local police and fire brigade arrived, because many people here saw him shooting into the sky, Even having an FBI credential would have to be verified, and the act of verifying would make the newly formed Jeffrey Mays' S.H.I.E.L.D.He couldn't explain why he came to this place, and he couldn't explain what happened in San Fernando Church, let alone let Jeffrey Mays know his relationship with the Emperor and Ghost Rider.

Agent Coulson felt like he was going crazy.

While the exact double did not expose him to any supernatural presence, Agent Coulson already knew that the Emperor would not direct his personal attention where the supernatural did not exist.Just realizing this fact, vague memories about the small town of Salem flooded up again, just like the stomach acid flowing up the esophagus, burning the fragile mucous membrane and throat, burning his brain, he The incomprehensible whispers became more and more manic.

Agent Coulson took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

The memories of the small town of Salem haunted him all the time, and that experience even made him have repeated nightmares. Even the unknown effects of the GH-325 drug planned in Tahiti on the brain could not offset that terrible memory.Although he couldn't remember what he had done or who he had met, his intuition told him that there was a reason why he would forget that memory, and it was a measure taken by someone to ensure his safety.Even so, he could still smell the stench of memory, the smell of death.

Is it Nick Fury, or the Emperor?

Coulson didn't know, and he didn't want to know, even though he had grasped all the secrets of S.H.I.E.L.D. on the surface, the more he dug down, the more he realized his ignorance.The emperor's warning to him was still ringing in his ears.Howard Stark's original intention of establishing S.H.I.E.L.D. was not so pure. Although Obadiah, who had manipulated the Stark Group for a long time, died, he intended to manipulate the Stark Group and destroy the power of Howard Stark's pure ideals. Before disappearing, he still needs to continue fighting until he wins. Before that, the emperor will not allow Agent Coulson to go to death and peace like this.

Agent Coulson took the Emperor at his word, because the Emperor was a man capable of asking others to take his ego into consideration.According to the analysis from Jung's point of view, the emperor is a person who integrates the "dark side" of human nature, and draws strength and cruelty painfully from the "dark side". During the time of contact, Coulson rarely saw the emperor do this. Instead, he mostly joked and helped. Although some jokes were really bad, no one would be hurt unless necessary.There was even a philosophical undertone to this behavior—in Agent Coulson's mind, the Emperor was a very gentle man.Anyone in this world who has that kind of power will expand irresistibly, and is willing to ask for more respect more frequently. Even without the help of supernatural power, human beings themselves will commit many atrocities.

He who would not die of thirst among men must learn to drink from every cup.He who keeps himself clean among the world must know how to wash himself with dirty water.

"are you full?"

When Salomon came back to his senses, he found that Jeandra had moved the high-backed chair in the dining room closer to him, so close that his shoulders touched his shoulders, and even a few strands of hair lay on his arms.At this time, Beunita had already dragged Miria, who was noisy and begged for after-dinner activities, to the second floor, leaving only Joan to take care of him.The white-haired witch looked Salomon up and down with creepy eyes, and then she blinked, and the gorgeous rose red and smoke gray eyeshadow flashed past.She stuck out her tongue a little and licked her lips, as if to wet them, but it was just a trick she used to attract attention.

As a witch, she was born to use her razor-sharp beauty to her advantage.

"You finished all the steaks on the table, idiot." Joan of Arc shook her head and put her long snow-white hair behind her head.When Salomon really came to his senses, he saw her pointing to the empty plates on the long dining table, while he was holding a knife and fork in his hand, and he felt his belly swell. "The first time you met Celesa, you ate two kilograms of Tomahawk steak. This time, I want to try how much you can eat in an unconscious state. The result has exceeded my expectations." Joan of Arc playfully Blinking her eyes, "I'll tell you another fact, Milia secretly gave you her broccoli. Celesa saw it, and they had a fight in the restaurant."

Salomon let out a long breath.

"Five point three kilograms." Joan stood up, patted his shoulder, then leaned down and whispered in his ear, "You need to work harder, especially tonight."

　Ask for a ticket!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)