367 The Elevator of SHIELD May Be Cursed (8,000 Words)

"Hey, what are you doing?"

Doctor Who walked into S.H.I.E.L.D. surrounded by several agents.

Somewhat puzzling.

Although the agents' methods were not very rough, they already made him realize that something was wrong.

Fortunately, SHIELD didn't take away his treasure. After all, a sonic screwdriver looks very high-tech, but it seems no different from a flashlight.

Who can say that flashlights have no technical content?

It's just that the title doctor inherently carries something different.

Amy was not too panicked. She had become accustomed to trusting Doctor Who in her past adventures.

No matter what the problem is, Doc will solve it.

There are many dangerous creatures and seemingly unsolvable dilemmas among them.

Nick Fury sat in front of his desk, waiting quietly.

Doctor Who needs to go through his cross-examination.

Deep down, he was sure that Hydra would not print any work ID cards, but this was not the reason for him to turn a blind eye.

The agent's intuition allowed him to do his best to protect the world, but his method didn't seem very appealing.

Or rather disgusting.

"Hmm? Are you the guy I met not long ago? You move very fast."

Doctor Who opened the door to his office and walked in.

With Amy Pond by her side.

Although the current situation was a bit out of control, it was not worth causing him to panic.

"Let's get started, first question, who are you?"

Nick Fury put away the documents on the table, then paused on the table and gathered the documents neatly.

He lowered his eyes, as if the Doctor Who in front of him didn't concern him much.

Another boring technique to make others think they are not valued.

Performance there may reveal more.

It's just that all this is a bit clumsy for Doctor Who.

He witnessed the birth of the universe and was used to watching the passage of time.

Moment after moment, until nothing is left.

No time, no space, just him.

The Time Lords are a race that has been feared by countless beings, but they are also a pitiful existence.

Perhaps, only things he has not seen and things that have not happened can move him.

"You can call me Doctor, not Doctor of Medicine, not Doctor of Physics, just Doctor. Just calling me Doctor is enough."

Doctor Who has a smile on his face, gentle and profound.

Even though his current face is not suitable for such an elder-like expression, everything that exists seems natural to him.

"What's your name? I don't want your code name."

Nick Fury directly asks the question that everyone who knows Doctor Who in that world wants to know.

What's his name?

In the end, the secret remained a secret to all but himself.

Maybe Doctor Who is his name?

Who knows.

It can't be Ta Hu, the swordsman?

"First of all, you asked what may be the biggest secret in the universe. Secondly, all the rules of this world may be the fantasy of a madman. Do you really think I will answer all your questions?"

Doctor Who's face remained calm.

This time was similar to his countless previous adventures, he always got into trouble.

But soon he will be able to prove to those people that he may be their only support.

"Flying Spaghetti? I've heard of this anti-religious religion, but what are you trying to say? You're the Flying Spaghetti Monster and then you say 'cook doesn't care'?"

Nick Fury placed the file on the table.

The tablet sandwiched in the file was observing everything in front of him.

In front of the data, Nick Fury could only admit that the guy in front of him was not a normal human being.

After all, no one has such a body structure.

There are indeed people with two hearts, but there are very few people who have both extremely healthy hearts.

And the energy index in Doctor Who's body frightened Nick Fury.

"I just want to know where Harrogath is. I'm just asking for directions."

Doctor Who didn't pay attention to Nick Fury's sarcasm.

If these words can make him break through his defense, then he is too humble.

At the very least, he might show strong enough emotion when it comes to at least mentioning that he failed to save everything.

Was given the name Doctor.

Meaning he represents compassion, knowledge and many, many good things.

This is why he never used "The Last Time Lord" to flaunt his uniqueness.

"Do you know what Harrogas represents?"

Nick Fury looked directly at the other person with one eye and asked tentatively.

Of course, he can always answer questions confidently.

So he's not very likable a lot of the time. Fortunately, Nick Fury doesn't need to maintain too many personal relationships.

How do you say this? Probably the agent needs to calmly remove himself from personal feelings.

"Woof!"

"Fuck Fuck!"

A bark broke his guard.

While he was carefully creating an environment suitable for interrogation, the dog appeared in his office again.

Needless to say, John Wicker is probably about to show up.

He now gets nervous whenever he hears a dog barking.

"Okay, I see you don't like puppies?"

Doctor Who glanced at the puppy and then grew serious.

This puppy shows something that no dog on the planet can show.

At least, this is not the breath of earthly creatures.

Gouzi was resurrected by alien technology, so this gave Doctor Who a strong sense of immediacy.

"Hey, why did you bring me to this place?"

A familiar voice caused a change to appear on Doctor Who's face.

Okay, here's another difficult question.

Clara.

A magical woman who always appears in the Doctor's timeline.

It's just not so lovable sometimes.

But Doctor Who doesn’t care too much about this. He only cares about why Clara appears in this place?

Crossing the world's isolation is no easy task.

Could it be that she was outside the TARDIS?

Or is it that the person who appears here is like the one he has seen in countless adventures?

Doctor Who's mind is working crazily, but there's not much else that can be seen from the outside.

"Calm down, it was you who bumped into my car, and I can't understand from your mouth who the doctor you are talking about is! Do you mean Tony Stark, who has a lot of doctorate titles? , but only say that he is a playboy guy? "

John Wigger's voice...

Apparently his car met with an accident again.

Conflict?

This may not be possible.

But he couldn't explain the fact that a woman fell from the sky and landed on his car.

The most bizarre thing is that nothing happened to this woman, but his car was totaled.

Maybe everything wrong with Doctor Who can be blamed on Merlin.

After all, he was the one who first came into contact with Doctor Who.

John Wick didn't know why he brought this woman to S.H.I.E.L.D.

But there seemed to be such a voice telling him that he had to do this.

As if hypnotized, he did it without any doubt or reflection.

"John, what do you want to do?"

Nick Fury said with a cold face.

Although the newly reorganized Howling Commandos have some privileges in S.H.I.E.L.D., John Wick is not supposed to do so.

"I have no idea."

John Wigger suddenly pressed his forehead with his hand, and realized how bizarre his actions were as if he was waking up from a dream.

This was as blunt as the plot in a stage play where a deus ex machina had to be used to save the situation, but he did just that.

"Okay, I'm just a little concerned. According to my experience, there are very few things that don't happen where I am, so when are you going to tell me what happened here and ask me for help?"

Doctor Who spoke slowly.

The tone is still cheerful.

Also filled with pride.

He deserves to be proud.

Anyway, he no longer knows how many people and planets he has saved.

Maybe he remembers it, but he won't tell the number.

Like all the victims in his hometown.

Perhaps, he could really tell the names of those victims, after all, it was something he would remember deeply.

"Go find Rumlow and come here."

Nick Fury looked at Doctor Who in front of him and made his own judgment.

Harrogath, he just came back from that place, and he doesn’t want to go back yet.

Maybe this guy looking for savages is telling the truth?

Nick Fury was thinking in his heart, but the strong desire for control kept rising.

The energy in Doctor Who's body makes it inevitable that he will care.

Can a living energy source be controlled and used?

"All right."

John Wick didn't say much. He simply responded and took out his cell phone and started dialing.

At this time, Rumlow had just been sitting in the cafe with Constantine.

The Kingpin was a nuisance, but now Coulson and Anderson go.

Maybe he can take some time off.

People can't be busy all the time. Even the donkeys in the production team must have time to rest.

Even in the days of the production team, donkeys ate better than people...

Rumlow answered the ringing phone and listened silently.

"You mean now?"

Rumlow was a little dissatisfied after hearing John Wigger's words from the other end of the phone.

He is only a non-staff member now and does not need to listen to Nick Fury's command.

But five minutes later, he still appeared in S.H.I.E.L.D.

John Wicker. In other words, Nick Fury used John Wigger's mouth to put forward an offer that he could not refuse.

SHIELD promised to help him establish a foundation using SHIELD's funds. Anyway, the whereabouts of their funds is always unclear.

And this foundation is used to help those who have been harmed by Hydra.

Rumlow walked through the door with Constantine looking amused.

Then he glanced at the elevator and walked towards the stairs.

Although SHIELD's elevator looked normal, in Rumlow's eyes, there might be some curse inside it.

After he became a savage, the elevator was not very kind to him.

"Hey, man. You mean we're going to take the stairs?"

Constantine said with the most exaggerated expression, and then walked directly to the elevator.

"I don't have as much physical strength as you. A few months ago, I was suffering from lung cancer."

Constantine waved to Rumlow and walked into the elevator.

Of course, he didn't press those buttons.

He does not have that authority for the time being. Although Nick Fury has promised to hire him as a mysterious expert, the information has not yet been entered.

Nick Fury is also worried about this. After all, Constantine has a great reputation. He is afraid that when Constantine's letter is passed to the personnel department, someone will hand in his resignation letter.

"Melinda, please send Constantine to Nick Fury's office."

Rumlow shouted to the haggard-looking lady over there, then turned and walked up the stairs.

There are only a dozen flights of stairs, which is not a problem for Rumlow.

If the stairs weren't convoluted, Rumlow might have just jumped up.

Melinda held a folder in her hand and glanced at Constantine.

"John Constantine? I've known him for a long time."

Melinda said expressionlessly, and then pressed the elevator's door button.

"The Director's Office."

Melinda said to the elevator's voice recognition assistant, and then stood quietly.

“Hey ma’am, would I be honored to go on a date with you after you get off work?”

Constantine was as frivolous and a little bit mean as ever.

"John Constantine, you have many murder charges against you, and I don't think you want me to send you to Scotland Yard. Of course, the same goes for the NYPD."

Melinda said this, and then she saw Constantine take out the cigarettes in a plastic sealed bag from his pocket.

Not many but not few SHIELD agents smoke, but none of them would smoke in an elevator.

This goes against public morals.

There are also safety hazards.

"Also, no smoking in the elevator!"

Melinda took the cigarette out of Constantine's hand, then noticed the indescribable smell on the bag and frowned.

"You know ma'am, just because I could go to jail at any time, I have to hide my cigarettes in hidden places. By the way, I have the best job."

Constantine smiled and reached out to take the cigarette back.

"Ding dong~"

The elevator stopped halfway.

Constantine still had a smile on his face until several familiar faces walked in outside the elevator.

His expression finally changed.

No one wants to see their boyfriend from a while ago when asking a woman for a date.

This is embarrassing.

To each other.

What was even more embarrassing was that Konstantin took away every valuable thing on the person in front of him afterwards, including a Bluetooth headset, a uniform-style suit and all his change.

He even sold the pistol.

"Little John, I miss you so much!"

The burly man said this.

"Of course, me too."

Constantine said while maintaining a smile.

"Does SHIELD have any requirements regarding people's orientation?"

Constantine asked Melinda beside him.

Compared to the ex-boyfriend in front of her, Melinda, who Rumlow is willing to trust, is more reliable.

Constantine's judgment was sharp.

"No."

Melinda probably figured it out.

After all, Constant's expression was obvious enough.

So Melinda made room slightly for the big man who just came in.

The big man walked in with a smile.

"Archives."

After saying where he wanted to go, he clenched his fists and looked at Constantine.

The elevator may be the next best place to solve the problem after the toilet.

This kind of convention seems to be universal everywhere.

There was enough time, and the big man believed that his skills were enough to deal with a Constantine.

"You want to do it here? I don't care, but you..."

In the middle of speaking, Constantine suddenly remembered what Melinda said about SHIELD having no requirements regarding orientation.

"Okay, if you don't mind, I don't care, but can you hurry up?"

Constantine said this and scratched his butt.

A small ball of demon flesh was already held in his hand.

This thing is enough for him to protect himself.

He doesn't care about orientation, but he still has a hard time accepting office romances.

A little prank, no problem, probably.

"Before you do anything, let me get out first."

Melinda said with a cold face.

She always felt that her words seemed a bit strange.

But time didn't allow her to think about it carefully.

Melinda had no intention of watching the live broadcast.

"Open the next floor."

Melinda said this.

The elevator began to slow down and came to a steady stop.

Then, a series of gunshots came from outside.

"No wonder Rumlow chose to take the stairs..."

Constantine whispered.

Then a flaming skull burned through the elevator door and reached in.

"Well, the elevator is indeed a dangerous place."

Constantine had a smile on his face and cold eyes.

The demon flesh and blood in his hand turned into a ball of black light and was thrown out, hitting the skull's head.

Although it is just a small blinding spell, with the addition of demon flesh and blood as a medium, this thing is already a relatively powerful curse.

More importantly, this piece of flesh and blood was taken from the corpse of the secret realm guard.

A disgusting smell like a clogged sewer came out, and Melinda looked at Constantine with horrified eyes.

The demon flesh and blood in Constantine's hands did not escape the eyes of the cavalry, but this approach was a bit shocking.

"Don't worry, demon flesh is not spread through skin-to-skin contact, and I don't have hemorrhoids."

Constantine said this, and then showed his white teeth to his "ex-boyfriend".

The big man's face turned pale.

"I remember this is Ghost Rider? How did he appear in SHIELD?"

Constantine took out a white tape from his pocket and wiped the hand that had come into contact with the demon's flesh.

The belt began to emit green smoke when it came into contact with Constantine's palm.

Waves of holy flames burned from above.

When he met Anderson before, he secretly cut a strip of cloth from Anderson's body.

The clothes worn by angels may be more powerful than the holy cloth.

Angels seem to like giving alms? So Constantine didn't feel any guilt at all.

And Anderson didn't say anything about it at the time.

The holy flame began to burn, and the three people in the elevator felt their courage rising for a moment.

It's just that Melinda is more calm when facing various things, while Constantine has always been cautious about these mysterious things, so he can restrain his impulsive emotions very well.

The big man let out a heroic roar, pulled out his pistol, and fired continuously at the skull head in front of him.

He emptied his magazine faster than the NYPD. He was worthy of being a member of S.H.I.E.L.D. Each bullet hit the same location firmly and turned into metallic liquid and dripped on the ground.

Then he roared and punched Ghost Rider in the head.

"Cool! I think he must have a common language with the barbarians!"

Constantine couldn't help but say this as he watched his "ex-boyfriend"'s fists being burned and then delivering a heroic headbutt to the skull's head.

"Not really!"

Rumlow's voice came, and a mace tore open the elevator door, knocking the Ghost Rider to the ground.

Only then did Constantine see the full picture of Ghost Rider.

"I remember that Ghost Rider used chains? Sometimes he also used guns?"

Constantine tilted his head and said, while the cloth strip in his hand continued to burn.

"Obviously, this one isn't!"

Rumlow raised his hands above his head, and an ancestor's hammer began to condense!

The hammer is full of sharp spikes, it looks so merciless!

The brilliance of the hammer connected with his ancestors' wrist guards, emitting an even stronger brilliance!

"coax!"

The Hammer of the Ancestors was supposed to fall on Ghost Rider's head, but it was blocked by another hammer!

The huge impact at that time would not disappear just because it was blocked!

The shock wave spreads in all directions!

Melinda's steps were a little unsteady, and Constantine kindly gave her a hand.

Of course, it’s okay to find support for yourself.

Everyone at SHIELD became busy.

"Okay, Lord Sky Hammer, I know this hammer."

Constantine said helplessly.

He indeed wanted to deal with Lord Tianhammer's affairs, but he did not plan to meet one of them so early.

Soul Eater!

This thing poses a greater threat to him than other hammers, and it may not have much effect.

After all, there is only half of Constantine's soul in his body, and he will not die immediately if he is swallowed by the Soul Eater.

But if the Soul Eater wants to swallow his soul, it may be easier than swallowing an ordinary person.

"Soul Eater, I think the current Ghost Rider may no longer have his own mind?"

Constantine whispered.

His hand holding Melinda was mercilessly slapped away.

Melinda took out a tissue and wiped her hands, then threw the folder in her hand directly towards the Soul Eater!

"I'm resigning today, and I told that black-hearted bastard more than a month in advance!"

Melinda strode out of the elevator and walked directly towards Nick Fury's office.

She believed that Nick Fury would not know anything about what was going on here, and asking for an explanation was her most simple idea.

However, Nick Fury was also confused at this moment.

How this guy appeared in SHIELD, he had no idea.

Not even SHIELD's alarm went off.

But all this is thanks to Coulson.

Soul Eater doesn't have much sense.

Countless souls are biting each other in his body.

Johnny Blaze's soul enjoys a higher status as the master of the body, but it is also suppressed by those souls and the will of the Soul Eater.

Soul Eaters now act according to their body's instincts.

For example, the aura of the hell monarch named Mephisto.

When Danny and Nadja were shrouded in the secret realm of Harrogath, the only one he could follow was S.H.I.E.L.D.

Helping Hellboy complete the resurrection operation, according to SHIELD and Nick Fury's character, how could he not leave some materials for himself to use for research?

Greed still leads to bad consequences, and it can be regarded as self-inflicted.

Coupled with the power belonging to Lord Skyhammer that Coulson left in Melinda's body, this accident makes it reasonable!

Melinda couldn't discover the power of the mysterious side.

Maybe Constantine noticed it, but his tone was not very serious when helping others.

"ha!"

Rumlow let out a war cry!

The loud sound echoed in the SHIELD building.

A relatively sealed space will make the sound louder!

The Hammer of the Ancestors in Rumlow's hand dissipated and regenerated again!

The successive hammers of the ancestors were jokingly called the century-old kowtow hammer fighting method by Bulcaisuo.

But this is very effective when the barbarian is not strong enough and needs to explode!

Just have enough anger!

"clang!"

Another collision!

The collision of huge forces caused the blinding curse on Ghost Rider to be dispelled!

The skeleton stood up holding the Soul Eater, the flames on his body competing with Rumlow's fury!

"Hey man, maybe you'll like this feeling!"

Constantine teased and shook the cloth in his hand in the direction of Ghost Rider!

In an instant, the strip of cloth turned into a spear made of holy flames!

The shape is very similar to Solarion, but it doesn't have the blazing heat that can burn everything.

"Angels and demons are unreliable. I know that humans can only rely on themselves."

Constantine looked at the scorch marks on his hands and muttered silently.

Then he glanced at the body of his ex-boyfriend lying on the ground, with a cruel smile on his lips.

It's not a pity that the scumbag dies.

The same was true for Constantine himself.

But humans don't deserve to die in the hands of those demons!

Constantine smiled, took out a cigarette, then stretched out his arm, lit the cigarette with the high temperature of the spear, put it in his mouth and took a deep breath.

"Now, this place is no longer a confined space~"

He made a sound like stretching, and pressed his fingers on the back end of the spear with a smile!

This holy flame spear started to move!

Huh~huh~

From stationary to high speed, the spear flew out as if there was no need to accelerate!

Rumlow raised his hands for the third time!

The third hammer of the ancestors!

Mocott's shadow appeared behind him, holding the giant Wu Ming with one hand!

The hammer directly broke through the ceiling, revealing a horrified Nick Fury on the ceiling and Clara and Amy hiding behind Doctor Who.

The four people and the dog all looked at the Ghost Rider on the other side and the holy flame spear that looked like a ray of light!

Anderson's own strength was so strong that he could kill a Lord Skyhammer.

But this is something Constantine spiced up!

The courage catalyzed by the remains of fear will make you even more violent and desperate!

Constantine's hand holding the cigarette began to smell of meat, and then turned black.

The power of fear is pure power for Constantine, who is not afraid, but for courage, it is a mortal enemy!

"What is the greatness of human beings? Courage? No, no, no, it is to live!"

Constantine laughed wildly.

The cigarette butt drew a line of fire in mid-air, like a shooting star, and fell down along with his arm.

The moment his blackened arm fell to the ground and turned into debris, the spear pierced the Ghost Rider's eye socket!

The curse of blindness caused by the power of fear has been dispelled, but the power of fear is still wrapped around the skull head!

Courage becomes hysterical in the face of greater fear!

The holy flame explodes!

At this time Rumlow's third ancestor's hammer fell!

Mocott's shadow seemed to glance at Constantine, who was laughing wildly, and his merciless anger became more condensed!

Rumlow's body became weak in an instant.

This hammer is no longer something under his control!

"Barbarians, they are the ones I'm looking for."

Doctor Who's eyes were serious and he put away his cheerfulness.

Looking at the battle taking place, he took a deep breath.

"There are always people who will fearlessly launch challenges. What can't be shaken by time or fate other than will?"

Doctor Who said with a smile on his face.

It’s not like he has never seen gods before.

But gods can also fall and be burned.

However, the most common powers that burn the gods are courage and fear.

Then there is wisdom and knowledge.

What is needed to shake the gods is always inseparable from these.

Doctor Who's wisdom is very high, but not to the point that others cannot understand it, but what he relies on is not wisdom, but knowledge.

The convenience brought by wisdom, or the origin of wisdom.

Knowledge always comes in handy.

Doctor Who is proud of this.

As the being with the largest reserve of knowledge in the world, he has the power to fight against the gods.

The Time Lords are just a race, an alternative species of immortality.

The power of time is controlled by them not because of blood and instinct, but because of the accumulation of knowledge.

"Xia!"

Rumlow let out a hoarse roar.

Sharp as the roar of a wounded animal!

The hammer of the ancestors has finally fallen!

It hit the head that was already wrapped in the holy flame of courage!

The Soul Eater is evil.

The guilt is hard to wash away.

But there are always innocent people in the world who are in the tragedy.

The innocent deserve redemption!

The only thing that Mercy can bring to the innocent is relief!

Crack!

The hammer of Soul Eater was smashed by the Hammer of the Ancestors, and turned into a pool of iron powder and sprinkled on the face of Ghost Rider.

Then it was melted by the Holy Flame of Courage!

A mortal soul rose from the sad body, in the arms of the angel!

Johnny Blaze.

An existence who made a deal with the devil for his relatives.

An existence who fought against the will of the devil in his body for a long time.

Until his consciousness was blocked, he was fighting to judge sinners and restrain the hunger in his soul.

The Spirit of Vengeance, a ridiculous angel!

"Buzz~"

A bell rang!

The gate of the high-level heaven appeared in the sky!

Izual was standing there!

The light wings behind him were stretched.

The azure, merciful and just light was shining!

Perhaps compared to Tyrael, the righteous archangel who even abandoned his determination to judge, the pure Izual is more like the god in people's minds.

Innocent people always suffer, but innocence and kindness are the existence that should be praised!

"Fuck!"

Nick Fury roared.

It was such a surprise to see heaven and angels!

Since gods exist, why do they spread sins in the world?

All those who have thought about peace will have similar questions when they see gods.

"I will guide your soul! Ordinary noble! Johnny Blaze!"

Izual said so, and the soul held by the angel rose high and flew directly into the gate of heaven!

However, the souls devoured by the Soul Eater are fading the flames of hell.

In front of Izual, only the existence of the devil of hell can do whatever he wants.

Some flames of hell are not even qualified to burn in front of justice!

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