Marvel Magic Event Book

Chapter 970
Constantine's jet motorcycle is parked on the tarmac of a high-rise building one kilometer away from the target. He overlooks the S.H.I.E.L.D.Perhaps because of the noise made by the Quinjet fighter jets, the drone was not detected during close-range inspections. Constantine looked through the lens at the lawn that had just been mowed and the roses in full bloom. The scent of cut grass and flowers seemed to pass through into his nostrils.This house is located in a wealthy suburban area. When S.H.I.E.L.D. existed in the past, at least two agents monitored the actions of Dr. Holden Radcliffe every day.

The cabin ramp door opened, and Melinda May, who was tightly bound on the hospital bed, was pushed out.This woman was a victim of spirit possession. Her face was distorted and she screamed, struggled and cursed heart-piercingly, but Phil Coulson and Gemma Simmons still looked at her with worried eyes.Dr. Houghton Radcliffe quickly took over the patients, and he told them to wheel Melinda May into their workshop — the living room — and give them a sedative.Through the perspective of the drone, Constantine saw that Gemma Simmons held a needleless high-pressure syringe installed with a whole bottle of tranquilizer against Melinda May's arm, and continuously injected several times the standard dose. It was only with the medicine that Agent May calmed down.

"What's going on with Coulson? Isn't he afraid of Melinda May's death?" A very distinctive accent sounded through the earphones of the Imperial Guard's helmet. "And where did that Dr. Radcliffe come from? I remember this guy should still be serving his sentence in prison!" the voice said, "You should just rush in and bring Melinda May back to the Immortal City, instead of some mad scientist and artificial intelligence taking over! I didn't leave him with so many connections so that he could lead S.H.I.E.L.D. to lick the congressman's toe! Now he licks it like it's a stick of cheese Great! Damn, damn! S.H.I.E.L.D. used to be a neutral intelligence agency - at least it used to be - and now it's no different than the CIA, FBI, DHS! Damn! I'm going to be laughed at forever! After I die, Salomon will surely laugh at me at my tombstone and spit on my coffin picture!"

"Mr. Nick Fury, your mission is to carry out mission information transmission and analysis for me, not instruct me to carry out missions. By the way, you will not have tombstones and coffins, because there is no cemetery in the Immortal City, only the columbarium. "Konstantin's tone was flat, and he was not at all angry at the noise made by the person on the other end of the headset.Although he didn't understand why the monarch let the head of the former hostile intelligence department be his intelligence analyst, he still followed the way the monarch said that "the Praetorian Guard needs a little personal heroism". "Only the monarch has the authority to command me. Unless you want to go back to the cell and continue to eat mashed potatoes with protein, otherwise don't deviate from the mission. Also, what are cheese sticks?"

"Motherfucker! Do you know that my ability to be an intelligence analyst is completely overkill!" Nick Fury was so angry that he wanted to drop his earphones and step on his feet, but perhaps today's share of whiskey was right in front of him, so he gave up This impulsive approach.

The room he was in was located on the middle floor of the tower in the Immortal City dedicated to the guards, and this was the only place he could go with his authority.There are many devices in the room, which can browse almost all the files of the intelligence department. Nick Fury can order many intelligence analysts belonging to the Praetorian Guard through the devices in this room.There is also a large window in front of the room, and by leaning out, you can see the intelligence personnel sitting densely in front of the computer below.These intelligence analysts all have clean backgrounds, many of them were born in the SHIELD Academy, and all of them have worn hand-shaped coats of arms with ribbons. There are no CIA agents, FBI agents, or Sku who have been fooled around. Lu people.Victoria Hand complained more than once about the arrogance of the Praetorian Guards. Constantine never said in advance every time he recruited from the intelligence department. Hidden in the shadow cast by the Immortal City.

This authority is not insignificant, but Nick Fury can only observe but cannot make decisions.

As for a more mysterious department in the intelligence system of the Imperial Guard, no matter how much Nick Fury probed, he couldn't get to the corner, but he could always receive clues from another department.Like this time, Melinda May's name appeared on the little note that smelled of red electronic sealing wax and burnt protein.After scanning to confirm that the sealing wax came from the mysterious department, these intelligence officers under Nick Fury started their operations without orders.

At first, Victoria Hand and he both thought that Salomon would put him in the intelligence department's sequence and make him Victoria Hand's subordinate——Salomon's magnanimity is obvious to all, and even Hydra can be used As with the reorganization part, Nick Fury, a like-minded guy, can do the same.Unless the two sides have irreconcilable conflicts, the Immortal City will actively accommodate all available talents.Even Nick Fury himself thinks so, no matter how much he disagrees with Salomon's methods, he can't deny the work efficiency and intelligence accuracy of the Immortal City.He also gave up drinking for this reason.This is not easy, because the whiskey sold in the bars in the immortal city is quite high-but in the end it was Constantine who took the monarch's order and took him away.The reason for this is also very simple, that is, the Imperial Guard needs the ability to think independently, and Nick Fury, as an opponent of opinion, can provide the Imperial Guard with a completely different view from Salomon's order.

"That artificial intelligence can't pose a threat for the time being." Constantine said, "I need to enter Dr. Radcliffe's residence to install monitoring equipment. Help me intervene in the third commando team and the fourth reconnaissance of the First Secret Regiment in Fimbul Winter Squad, I need someone to take control of Dr. Radcliffe's residence."

"That's right! The third team and the fourth team of the First Secret Regiment of the Winter of Fenbulle have received orders and are ready to set off with standard assault weapons! The first and second teams will soon follow the scientific researchers to the Pasadena Energy Laboratory , The recovery work will start in an hour. The Los Angeles police will be transferred out of the area at that time, and the progress of the mission will not be affected." Nick Fury regained a little sense of the past at this time, "Melinda May? ! When will you bring her back to the Immortal City?"

"I won't do that." Constantine said, "I don't care about her. I just need to know her symptoms after being possessed by those spirits, and then compare them with the records of the medical system across the United States. "

"You have implemented Salomon's rationality." Nick Fury muttered, "But at least he still has a gentle side, how about you?"

Constantine didn't bother to answer the question.He shut off his communication with Nick Fury and continued to stand here waiting for the Fimbul Winter combat team and agents to arrive in Los Angeles.Before the sniper arrives, he will sneak into the house to install the necessary equipment-although he is the only one in the Praetorian Guard now, in the monarch's vision, every Praetorian Guard is an all-round talent.Constantine can spearhead an enemy commander on the battlefield, or sneak into the shadows and snap someone's neck.He'd done that to an alien nobleman once.It wasn't difficult, the bones of the Shi'ar nobles were fragile, as were the human ones.

　Ask for a ticket!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)