Dark Savages Come To the United States

"Hey, what are you doing?"

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

Somewhat puzzling.

Although the methods of the agents were not so rude, it had already made him realize that something was wrong.

Fortunately, S.H.I.E.L.D. did not take away his treasure. After all, a sonic screwdriver looks very high-tech, but it seems to be no different from a flashlight.

Who can say that flashlights have no technical content?

It's just that the title of Doctor is inherently different.

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

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

Among them are all kinds of dangerous creatures and seemingly unsolvable dilemmas.

Nick Fury sat at 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 permits, but this was not the reason for him to turn a blind eye.

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

Or rather disgusting.

"Hmm? You're the guy I met not long ago? You move very fast."

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

Followed by Amy Pond.

Although the current situation is a little out of control, it is not worth making him panic.

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

Nick Fury put away the documents on the table, and then paused on the table to organize the documents.

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

Another boring technique to make others think they are undervalued.

The performance of which may reveal more.

It's just that all of this is a little simplistic for Doctor Who.

He has witnessed the birth of the universe and is used to seeing the passage of time.

Moment after moment, until there is nothing left.

No time, no space, just him.

The Time Lord, a race feared by countless lives, is also a pitiful being.

Perhaps, only the unseen and unseen things will move him.

"You can call me Ph.D., not MD, or Ph.D. in physics, just Ph.D. You can just call me Ph.D.

The smile on Doctor Who's face was gentle and deep.

Even if his face is not suitable for this kind of elder-like expression, it seems natural for all existence to happen to him.

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

Nick Fury directly asked the question that everyone who knew Doctor Who in that world wanted to know.

what is his name.

In the end, the secret remained a secret except for himself.

Maybe Doctor Who is his name?

Who knows.

Can't it be Swordsman Ta Hu?

"First of all, you asked what may be the biggest secret in the universe, and secondly, all the rules of this world may come from 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, always getting into a bit of 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-religion religion, but what do you want to say? You're that flying noodle monster and then say 'cook doesn't care'?"

Nick Fury put the papers on the table.

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

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

After all, no one has such a body structure.

There are people with two hearts, but there are very few people with two hearts that are extremely healthy.

And the energy level in Doctor Who's body shocked Nick Fury.

"I just wanted to know where Harrogath was, I just asked for directions."

Doctor Who ignored Nick Fury's sarcasm.

If this can make him break the defense, then he is too humble.

At least, he might show enough emotion when it comes to mentioning that he didn't save everything.

Was dubbed the Doctor.

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

That's why he never used the "Last Time Lord" to make himself different.

"Do you know what Harrogath stands for?"

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

Of course, he was always able to speak his questions with confidence.

So many times he is not very likable, and fortunately Nick Fury does not need to maintain too many personal relationships.

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

"Wang!"

"Mommy Fake!"

A bark broke his defense.

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

Needless to say, John Wicker is about to appear.

He now gets nervous when he hears the dog barking.

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

Doctor Who glanced at the puppy, then got serious.

This puppy showed something that no other dog on the planet showed.

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

The dog was resurrected by alien technology, so this gave Doctor Who a strong sense of sight.

"Hey, why did you bring me here?"

A familiar voice made Doctor Who's face change.

Well, here's another conundrum.

Clara.

An amazing woman who always appears in the Doctor's timeline.

It's just not that hilarious sometimes.

But Doctor Who doesn't care too much about this, he only cares why Clara is in this place?

Breaking through the isolation of the world is not an easy task.

Could it be that she was outside Tardis?

Or that this person will appear like the one he has seen on countless adventures?

Doctor Who's brain is running frantically, but there's not much more to it from the outside.

"Calm down, you crashed into my car, and I can't understand from your mouth who the doctor you are talking about! Are you saying that Tony Stark has a lot of doctoral titles on it? , but only say that he is a **** guy?"

John Wicker's voice...

Apparently his car had an accident again.

Touch porcelain?

This may not be the case.

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 this woman has nothing, but his car is scrapped.

Maybe all the weird stuff about Doctor Who can be blamed on Merlin.

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

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

But there seems to be such a voice telling him that he wants to do this.

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

"John, what do you want to do?"

Nick Fury said with a cold face.

While the newly reconstituted Howling Commando has some perks in S.H.I.E.L.D., he, John Wicker, shouldn't.

"I have no idea."

John Wicker suddenly pressed his forehead with his hand, realizing how bizarre his actions were as if he had just woken up from a dream.

It was as blunt as the plot on the stage had to perform a mechanical seance to save the situation, but that's what he did.

"Okay, I'm just a little concerned. In my experience, it's very rare where things go wrong, so when are you guys going to tell me what's going on here and ask me for help?"

Doctor Who spoke slowly.

The tone was still cheerful.

Also full of pride.

He is something to be proud of.

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

Maybe remember, but he won't say this number.

Like the number of all the victims in his hometown.

Perhaps, he can really say the names of those victims, after all, it is something that is hard to remember.

"Come to Rumlow."

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 anymore.

Maybe what this guy looking for the barbarian is saying is true?

Nick Fury thought in his heart, but that strong desire to control continued to rise.

The energy in Doctor Who's body was something he couldn't help but care about.

A living energy source, can it be controlled and used?

"Ok."

John Wicker didn't talk much, he simply responded and took out his mobile phone and started dialing.

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

King wasn't a nuisance, but now Colson and Anderson are gone.

Maybe he can take a break.

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

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

Rumlow answered the ringing phone and listened in silence.

"You mean now?"

After hearing John Wicker's words from the other end of the phone, Rumlow was a little dissatisfied.

He's just a non-staff right now, not under Nick Fury's command.

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

John Wicker. Or maybe Nick Fury made an offer through John Wicker's mouth that he couldn't refuse.

S.H.I.E.L.D. promised to help him establish a foundation and use S.H.I.E.L.D. funds. Anyway, the whereabouts of their funds are always unclear.

And this fund is used to help those who have been hurt by Hydra.

Rumlow walked through the door with a funny expression on his face.

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

Although the elevator of S.H.I.E.L.D. looks normal, in Rumlow's eyes, there may be some curse there.

After he became a barbarian, the elevator wasn't very kind to him.

"Hey, man. You mean we're taking the stairs?"

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

"I'm not as strong as you. A few months ago, I was with lung cancer."

Constantine waved at 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 been entered.

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

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

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

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

If it weren't for the convoluted structure of the stairs, Rumlow might have jumped straight up.

With a folder in her hand, Melinda glanced at Constantine.

"John Constantine? Long time old."

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

"The Director's Office."

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

"Hey ma'am, am I lucky enough to have a date with you after get off work?"

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

"John Constantine, you have a lot of murder charges on you, and I don't think you want me to send you to Scotland Yard. The same goes for the NYPD, of course."

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

The SHIELD operatives smoked not many but not few, but none of those people would have smoked in an elevator.

This is contrary to public morals.

There are also security risks.

"Also, no smoking in the elevator!"

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

"You know lady, because I could go to jail at any time, I have to hide my cigarettes in some hidden places. By the way, my life is the best."

Constantine smiled and reached for the cigarette.

"Ding dong~"

The elevator stopped halfway.

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

He finally changed his face.

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

It's embarrassing.

Both for each other.

What's even more embarrassing is that the person in front of him was taken away by Constantine after the incident, including a Bluetooth headset, a uniform-style suit and all the change.

Even the pistol was sold by him.

"Little John, I miss you so much!"

The burly man said so.

"Of course, so am I."

Constantine said with a smile.

"Does S.H.I.E.L.D. have any requirements for people's orientation?"

Constantine asked Melinda beside him.

Compared with the ex-boyfriend in front of him, Melinda, who is also willing to believe in Rumlow, is more reliable.

Constantine's judgment was sharp.

"no."

Melinda probably wanted to understand.

After all, what Konstan said was obvious enough.

So Melinda gave a little space to the big guy who just came in.

The big man walked in with a smile.

"File room."

After saying where he was going, he clenched his fists and looked at Constantine.

The elevator is perhaps the next best solution to the problem after the toilet.

This kind of convention seems to be universal everywhere.

Time is enough, Dahan believes that his skills are enough to pack a Constantine.

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

Constantine was halfway through speaking, and suddenly remembered what Melinda said that S.H.I.E.L.D. has no requirements for orientation.

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

Constantine said so, scratching his ass.

A small ball of demon's flesh was already grasped in his hand.

It was enough for him to protect himself.

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

A little shenanigans, no problem, probably.

"Let me go out first before you start."

Melinda said with a cold face.

She always felt that her words seemed a little strange.

But time could not help her pondering carefully.

Melinda didn't plan to watch the live broadcast.

"Open the next floor."

Melinda said so.

The elevator started to slow down and stopped steadily.

Then, a series of gunshots came from outside.

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

Constantine said in a low voice.

Then a flaming skull burned through the elevator door and entered.

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

Constantine had a smile on his face, and his eyes were cold.

The demon's flesh and blood in his hand turned into a cloud of black brilliance and threw it out, hitting the skull head in the middle.

Although it is only a small blind spell, but 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 was taken from the corpse of the Rift Guard.

A disgusting smell came out, as if the water was blocked, and Melinda looked at Constantine with horrified eyes.

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

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

Constantine said this, and then showed a mouthful of teeth to the "ex-boyfriend".

The big man's face turned pale.

"I remember this one as Ghost Rider? How did he appear in S.H.I.E.L.D.?"

Constantine drew a white strap from his pocket and wiped the hand that touched the demon's flesh.

The strap began to smoke when it touched Constantine's palm.

A burst 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, this thing may be more powerful than the holy corpse cloth.

Angels seem to like giving? So Constantine felt no 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 the courage rising for a moment.

It's just that Melinda has to be calmer when facing various things, and Constantine has always been careful about these mysterious things, so she restrained her impulsive emotions very well.

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

He emptied his magazines faster than NYPD. He was worthy of being a member of S.H.I.E.L.D., and every bullet hit the same spot firmly and turned into metal liquid and fell to the ground.

Then he let out a growl and threw a heavy punch at the Ghost Rider's head.

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

Constantine watched as his "ex-boyfriend"'s fist was burnt, and then threw a valiant headbutt at the skull's head, speaking involuntarily.

"No!"

Rumlow's voice came, and a mace tore open the elevator door, throwing the Ghost Rider directly on the ground.

Only at this time did Constantine see the whole picture of Ghost Rider clearly.

"I remember, Ghost Rider uses chains? Sometimes guns?"

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

"Obviously, this is not!"

Rumlow raised his hands above his head, and an ancestral hammer began to congeal!

The hammer is full of sharp thorns, it is merciless!

The brilliance of the hammer connected to his ancestors' bracers, giving off a stronger brilliance!

"coax!"

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

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

The shock wave spreads in all directions!

Melinda's footsteps were a little unstable, and Constantine kindly gave her a hand.

Of course, it is no problem to find support for yourself.

S.H.I.E.L.D. began to get busy up and down.

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

Constantine said helplessly.

He really wanted to deal with Venerable Sky Hammer, but he didn't plan to meet one of them so early.

soul Eater!

This thing is a bit more threatening to him than other hammers, and it may not have much effect.

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

But the Soul Eater may be a little easier to swallow his soul than to swallow an ordinary person.

"Soul Eater, I think the current Ghost Rider may have lost his mind?"

Constantine said in a low voice.

The hand he held Melinda was mercilessly slapped away.

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

"I started resigning today, and I told that black-hearted **** 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 wouldn't be ignorant of what was going on here, and to say it was her most naive idea.

However, Nick Fury is also at a loss.

How this guy appeared in S.H.I.E.L.D., he had no idea.

Not even the S.H.I.E.L.D. sirens had sounded.

But all thanks to Colson.

Soul Eater doesn't have much sanity.

Countless souls are biting each other in his body.

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

Soul Eater now follows the instincts of the body.

For example, the breath of the **** monarch called Mephisto.

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

Help Hellboy to complete the resurrection operation. According to the characters of SHIELD and Nick Fury, how could he not leave a little material for himself for research?

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

Coupled with the power that Coulson left on Melinda that belonged to Venerable Sky Hammer, it makes this accident happen!

Melinda has no way of discovering the power of the mysterious side.

Maybe Constantine found out, but he didn't speak so seriously when he helped others.

"what!"

Rumlow issued a battle cry!

The huge sound echoed in the building of SHIELD.

A relatively sealed space will make the sound even louder!

The Ancestral Hammer in Rumlow's hand dissipated and spawned again!

The consecutive ancestral hammer, dubbed by Bourkeseau as the fighting style of the century-old kowtow hammer.

But this is very effective when the barbarian is not strong enough but needs to burst!

Just have enough anger!

"clang!"

Another collision!

The collision of great forces dispelled the blinding curse on the Ghost Rider!

The skeleton stood up holding the Soul Eater, and the flames on his body competed with Rumlow's anger!

"Hey man, maybe you'll like it!"

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

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

The shape is very similar to Solarion, but it is not as fiery as the high temperature that can burn everything.

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

Constantine muttered silently while looking at the scorch marks on his hands.

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

It's not a pity to die.

The same holds true for Constantine himself.

But humans shouldn't die at the hands of those demons!

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

"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 moved!

huh~ huh~

From stillness to high speed, this spear flew out as if it didn't need to be accelerated!

Rumlow raised his hands for the third time!

The third hammer of the ancestors!

The phantom of Mokot appeared behind him, holding the gigantic Merciless with one hand!

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

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

Anderson was able to kill a Skyhammer Venerable without his own power.

But this is what Constantine added!

The courage catalyzed by the remains of fear will be even more irritable and even more desperate!

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

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

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

Constantine laughed wildly.

The **** of the cigarette crossed a line of fire in mid-air, like a meteor, and fell along with his arm.

The moment his charred arm fell to the ground and turned into crumbs, 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 entangled in that skeleton head!

Courage becomes hysterical in the face of stronger fears!

Holy flame erupts!

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

Mocot's phantom seemed to be glancing at Constantine, who was laughing wildly, and the anger above mercy was even more condensed!

Rumlow's body weakened in an instant.

This hammer is no longer under his control!

"Barbarians, I'm looking for them."

Doctor Who's eyes were serious, and his joy was put away.

Watching the battle taking place, he took a deep breath.

"There are always people who will dare to challenge. What can't time or fate be shaken except the will?"

Doctor Who said with a smile on his face.

God, he didn't see it.

But the gods will also fall and burn.

However, the most common of the powers that burned the gods were 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 where others can't understand, but what he relies on is not wisdom, but knowledge.

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

Knowledge will always come in handy.

Doctor Who is proud of this.

As the existence with the most knowledge in the world, he has the power to fight against the gods.

The Time Lords are nothing but a race, a different kind of immortal.

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

"Xia!"

Rumlow's mouth let out a hoarse roar.

Sharp like the roar of a wounded beast!

The Ancestral Hammer has finally fallen!

Smashed on the head that had been wrapped in the holy flame of courage!

Soul Eater is evil.

Guilt is hard to clean.

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

Innocents deserve redemption!

The only thing merciless can bring to the innocent is liberation!

Click!

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 the Ghost Rider.

Then be smelted by the Holy Flame of Courage!

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

Johnny Blaze.

An existence that makes deals for relatives and demons.

Against the will of the devil in the body exists for a long time.

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

The spirit of vengeance, a ridiculous angel!

"Om~"

A bell tolls!

The gate of the high heaven appeared in the sky!

Izull is standing there!

The light wings behind him stretched.

The azure blue, the light of benevolent justice is shining!

Perhaps it is more like a **** in people's minds than Tyrael, the pure Izuel, the archangel of justice who abandoned even his determination to judge.

Simplicity will always suffer~www.NovelMTL.com~ But simplicity and kindness are the things that should be praised!

"Mommy Fake!"

Nick Fury growled.

What a surprise to see heaven and angels!

Since gods exist, why do they sow evil in the world?

All those who have thought about peace have similar questions when they meet the gods.

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

As Yizuer said this, the soul embraced by the angel rose high and flew directly into the gate of heaven all the way!

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

In front of Izualdo, only someone like the Demon King of Hell can do whatever he wants.

Some flames of **** are not even qualified to burn in the face of justice!