Marvel Magic Event Book

Chapter 979 The ideal of tools (first update)
"It sounds like something a mother should explain to her daughter."

"Yes, I guarantee that your adoptive mother must have talked about this issue. The educational philosophy of ancient Greece is very advanced even now." Beunita took a long breath, really wanting to put all her troubles away. blow out.This kind of situation is common in families of rebellious teenagers, and she never thought that this kind of emotion would appear on herself. "But Lorna is too smart, she must have her own ideas. My dear, I know you regard Constantine as your own child, how did you educate him?"

Salomon gave the answer without even thinking.

"Close-to-hand combat, shooting, genetic alchemy, bloody trials, sneak assassination, chemical brainwashing, mental adjustment, throwing into the library... The last step is to fight on the battlefield, and those who survive are considered qualified." Constantine said softly , "Since you are so curious about the transformation process of the Imperial Guard, I have no intention of hiding it from you, because I am tired of your temptations."

"You told me that he was father and king to you."

"Yes, he is my king." Constantine took off his helmet and put it aside.The communication system integrated in the helmet is connected to the power armor, so even if he takes off the helmet, he can still operate through the synapse linker. "Actually, I am not the first Imperial Guard to be successfully transformed, but I am the first experimental subject of the Imperial Guard to survive. I vaguely remember those companions in the training camp, but I am the only one who survived. Can't remember their faces."

Constantine told the terrible facts that could drive people crazy with a deadpan face.

On the planet covered with red sand, many figures whose memory has long been blurred stand side by side, with wounds on their bodies.Every day, the number of these people will decrease, and Constantine can't remember what these people look like anyway, as if these memories were deliberately forgotten when he received mental adjustment, he only knows those people spent time with him. Lived a long training camp life.

"In the words of the monarch, the body of the Praetorian Guard is extremely pure and will never be tortured by aging. The mind of the Praetorian Guard is as indestructible as a giant fortress made of vibrating gold. Only in this way, the Praetorian Guard becomes a perfect human being. The army can fight side by side with him on the most terrifying battlefield and realize his lofty dream."

"This doesn't sound like a responsible father anyway." Nick Fury squeezed out a disdainful sneer from his nose, "Don't you have any desires? Money, women, power... no desires, no feelings, How can this be called a human being. You are so indifferent to what happened to you, I wonder if you have any thoughts of your own, Konstantin."

"Of course I have a mind of my own. I have been given a great deal of knowledge, art, science, geography, politics... My Lord encourages me to think independently, as that is one of my uses, to walk by his side and advise him .” Constantine looked down at the documents in his hand.In front of him, gray boxes crowded the shelves until they reached the ceiling, and each box was extremely heavy.Thanks to his superhuman physique, Konstantin was able to effortlessly remove boxes that could only be removed with a forklift.

The lights were not turned on in the warehouse, and the Praetorians relied on their genetically modified eyes to read the text, numbers and patterns on the documents.

These things are all items collected by S.H.I.E.L.D. in mission after mission, many of which were secretly kept in various bases after S.H.I.E.L.D. made the slingshot plan in the past-on the surface, it is said that dangerous objects are launched into the sun In fact, it is quietly stored away.The planners of this plan are now talking to Constantine—due to the loss of the most critical logistics and administrative departments, and the loss of a large amount of data after the Hydra rebellion, many things cannot be identified, so they are stored in an explosion-proof function. in a box, on a shelf waiting for the dust to settle.

Constantine could easily find what he was looking for, after all, there were only a handful of boxes without dust.He also found that the Berserker's Cane, a product of Asgard's magical technology, was stored here. He had seen the description of this item in the archives of the Immortal City, and this part of information was also in the power armor database.Not surprisingly, Constantine found that the anger-inducing runes carved on the berserker's staff had no effect on him at all, and his spirit and body easily blocked the magical effects affecting the brain and body firmly in an indestructible state. outside the city walls.

"People use the word 'purpose' only when describing a tool."

"Isn't the answer obvious enough?"

"Then you are really pathetic, Constantine." Nick Fury took out his small wine bottle, opened the bottle cap and paid tribute to nothingness, "Although we haven't worked together for a long time, I still sympathize with you and those who Everyone who has set foot on this path. I am so glad that I can only live 100 years at most and not have to witness the monster-filled world of the future."

Constantine brushed off Nick Fury's taunts, as short-sighted people could not understand the monarch's ideals.He switched the communication channel and said to the microphone hidden in the collar of the power armor: "Daisy Johnson, I hope you have succeeded."

"Not yet! I can't believe I'm working with you!" Even though the mixed-race female hacker tried her best to keep her voice down, her voice was still extremely harsh in this empty old apartment, but fortunately, the sound of cars outside the window overshadowed her. The sound made the dust floating in the air tremble continuously.Daisy Johnson can't tell who she's mad at, and she doesn't even know if she should be angry - although Salomon's past behavior has been very asshole intelligence), but Constantine still helped a lot.What's more, they are professionals in this kind of thing, so many laymen in S.H.I.E.L.D. will only add to the confusion.

"I'm deceiving my friend, you have to consider my psychological state! Or are you a cold-blooded bastard like your master!"

"I need you to enter the S.H.I.E.L.D. management system."

"I know, I know, Gemma is on her way to see the house." She carefully opened the curtain and took a look outside.The sun shines on the street from the other side of the street, from right to left, across the shadows cast by the surrounding buildings, and gallops through the dirty glass windows. "It's not easy to fool a smart person. I had a hard time finding this place, and I also deleted the listing from the real estate agent to ensure that no one else came to see the house."

There seemed to be some complacency in her words, which was quite rare after she left S.H.I.E.L.D.Coulson accepts the Immortal City's approach to the Inhumans, something she will never forgive.

Although many people forget by now, she was a hacker before becoming a secret agent. "I've researched her budget, and she and Fitz can only afford to rent a house here, so the ad I sent her is very tempting. She has already called the poor landlord and said yes Come see the house at four o'clock this afternoon, she will definitely come. Oh, I saw her... don't worry, I will persuade her."

"Are you sure you can accept this approach?"

"I'd be cheating to work with you without telling Mike and Fitz, even if I didn't do that kind of thing... You know, I've left S.H.I.E.L.D."

I can not understand.

Constantine couldn't understand Daisy Johnson's weakness and self-pity, but he didn't say this, but left her plenty of time to think.He waited for her to convince herself.Sure enough, Constantine heard the whisper of Daisy Johnson, she kept muttering some vague words, and finally the other end of the communication channel was completely silent, until he heard the harsh friction of the poorly lubricated hinges. The squeaks, and Daisy Johnson's awkward smirk, which turns like a roller-coaster ride.

"Hi, Gemma."

　Ask for a ticket!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)