Dark Savages Come To the United States

Chapter 436: Auriel's "Harvest"

Just when Constantine was about to stab Zanum, the discussion upstairs began to get to the point.

"Whose hope is not heavy? Angel?"

Nick Fury said this, and the original timid disguise was completely removed.

When facing Auriel, most people can't show a false self.

In the face of hope, who is not real?

Nick Fury looked at each other with a cold face.

It seems that he is ready to accept the next series of news.

"Hope is always by your side, but sometimes you don't care about what you have at your fingertips.

Of course, this is not the first time I have said this. It's just that very few people wake up. "

As Auriel spoke, she took a deep breath.

She was thinking about how to answer Nick Fury's question.

Even if she thought of the name the first time she heard the question, it's just something that needs to be thought about.

Fortunately, it didn't take her too much time.

"If anyone's hope is not heavy, then Bourkesso is. He is strong enough to carry that hope. You know that heavy is different for everyone."

After a long speech, Auriel's face seemed to be relieved, with a relaxed smile.

A pair of deep eyes looked at Nick Fury in front of him, as if he had made up his mind.

"Is your attitude towards Burkesso all the same?"

Nick Fury asked hesitantly. He felt that he should not ask such a question, but this question was like a thorn in his heart.

To be honest, Nick Fury doesn't think his question can be answered.

As expected, Auriel just smiled quietly and did not give an answer.

The name Bourkessel is also a bit too heavy for Nick Fury.

Every time I see the barbarian, Nick Fury's experience is not very good.

Even luck seems to have gotten worse.

"Well, you want to get help from S.H.I.E.L.D. Now I want to know what kind of help. Such a request shouldn't be too much."

Nick Fury rubbed his waist, then walked to the office chair and sat down. The previous injury is still affecting him, and it looks absolutely uncomfortable.

Sonya walked directly to the gate with a funny expression on her face.

She tried not to look at Auriel, so as not to expose herself.

Melinda and Barbara stood aside and looked at the people inside without saying a word.

Since Nick Fury didn't let them go, it meant that they could listen in.

They are also somewhat concerned about this issue.

As for the more things they will take on afterwards, they don't really care.

Anyway, S.H.I.E.L.D. will be busy soon, which is predictable.

The monsters that appeared before are still waiting for S.H.I.E.L.D. to hold a press conference. Even if they don't plan to tell ordinary people the truth, they must give a "reasonable" explanation.

"In the name of hope, I need you to sound the banner of hope when you act, and give those who receive your help a trust in the future."

Auriel tried her best to vaguely express her demands.

To put it bluntly, there seems to be no big difference between this and the establishment of a religion. They both leave a hope in people's hearts.

I just hope that apart from belief, I don't ask for anything else.

Atonement is not something that can be solved by a piece of paper that smells of copper.

Otherwise, why did the Archangel of Justice put a hammer of judgment in his palace?

To put it bluntly, that thing is just a torture tool.

It's just that Tyrael never needs to use that thing, because Tyrael doesn't feel that he has the qualifications to judge human beings.

Only the same kind can judge each other.

The values are different, what kind of empathy do you have?

"Okay, I don't want to guess riddles. It's of no value except wasting time!"

Nick Fury patted the table subconsciously.

This kind of action helps to increase his sense of oppression, and this kind of small action has long been integrated into Nick Fury's body.

"Go to fight, to protect, put aside your ridiculous positions, and then really become a guardian. Attention, I mean! 'You'!"

Auriel said solemnly, the ribbon fluttered in the windless environment. The brilliance of hope sprinkled on Nick Fury, the life substitute, and then wrapped around Nick Fury's soul little by little.

Hope marked Nick Fury, and from now on this guy who didn't look like a good person was considered to be a man on Auriel's side.

Although Auriel wasn't sure if Diablo and Baal would show mercy to Nick Fury or something.

But it means the attitude of hope!

Even when Malthael arrives, he will treat Nick Fury with caution when he is not strong enough to conquer everything in the world.

The power of hope has no upper limit!

"You recruited us? Then can you provide funds? After SHIELD broke away from the human world, there would be no money for expenses.

My agents can't go hungry and bring hope. "

Nick Fury felt the miraculous changes in his body, but his tone was not very pleasant.

Humans respect fairness!

Simply put, it's how much work you can do with your money.

You can take more and do less, but you will never persevere endlessly in the opposite situation.

"Funds? You will have them."

Auriel left Nick Fury with a smile.

Before she left, she glanced at Sonya, and that look meant "help"~

After Sonya breathed a sigh of relief, she dumped gold coins and gems from her backpack, and soon filled this small room with a small half.

Then Sonya turned around and left.

"These are all valuable things, and obviously they have wealth that we can't understand."

The corners of Melinda's mouth twitched as she spoke.

"Yes, but what does this have to do with you?" Nick Fury said without raising his head: "We will not lose our current position, because after we left human beings, we said that we wanted to protect human beings. No one would believe this. kind of guy."

As Nick Fury spoke, he picked up a handful of gold coins from the ground and threw them in his hand.

"Director, I have to say that your incident happened last time. You said that the funding gap would be filled soon, so I covered it up for you."

Barbara said with some embarrassment.

The last time S.H.I.E.L.D. was investigated, Nick Fury, the biggest tiger in S.H.I.E.L.D., almost died.

Every year, hundreds of millions of wealth are poached from S.H.I.E.L.D. to do their own business. Over the years, this number has ballooned to the point where Nick Fury doesn’t plan to do it.

"Nausea!"

Melinda glared at Nick Fury.

"My savings over the years have been turned into a safe house. Didn't I help you when you were carrying out difficult tasks!?"

Nick Fury growled nervously.

"After so many years, I haven't spent any money on enjoyment! As the director of S.H.I.E.L.D., what about enjoyment! I didn't even ask you to dance for me!"

Nick Fury shouted irritably, and the table was patted with a bang.

His actions are obvious, he wants to let these two excellent agents relax a little.

It's normal to be nervous when you learn a shocking secret.

Nick Fury wanted them to not pay too much attention to this matter, after all, there were not many genuine S.H.I.E.L.D. employees left.

"Has my resignation application been approved?"

Melinda asked, then grabbed a beautiful gem from the wealth on the ground and put it in her pocket.

"It's a pity, Agent Melinda May. You'll have to take on a heavier burden after that. But your activity budget will see a huge increase."

Nick Fury smiled.

He knew that he had regained the trust of this iron cavalry.

……

"Constantin, I don't think it's a good idea for you to do this."

Auriel appeared in front of Constantine, who was gesturing at Zanum in the laboratory.

The calm tone remains the same.

It's just that when she saw Zanum, dissatisfaction appeared on her face at the right time.

Zanum is a villain, not even suspicious.

That kind of soul quality comparable to that of a demon made it difficult for Auriel to treat this guy equally.

"So do you want to give him hope? The great Auriel!"

Constantine held the scalpel in a very lame manner, and danced and said to Auriel.

"No, I just wanted to say that if you're going to kill him, you'd better hurry up. Because you can't escape from that guy's hands except while I'm here."

Auriel glanced at Dr. Stern who was slowly waking up outside the operating room and said.

The power of a sandbag is not something that can be easily handled.

If Auriel wanted to deal with it without any sequelae, she had to walk all over the S.H.I.E.L.D. building in person.

Although it doesn't take much time, it's still a bit of a hassle.

Nothing is simple when it comes to rules.

"I have to say, your performance exceeded my expectations. You have probably figured out how to deal with me, right?"

Auriel teased Constantine, even though she knew that her teasing might have come true.

Constantine is such a guy, with a third-rate living standard, top-notch labor and effort, and enjoying the most obscene lust.

If it wasn't for the second rule, he might be enviable.

But this guy is restless.

He represents the greatest piece of hope left in a world.

He was a deeply buried treasure, and at that time there was still a lot of munitions that could explode at any time.

"It doesn't make sense to say that, my dear Auriel! I think I deserve your trust!"

Constantine said in a grandiose tone, and incidentally cut a large piece of flesh from Zanum's body.

By the way, he also used scissors to cut off a large piece of hair on Zanum's forehead.

White Hulk looks like a bald scoop, very funny.

"By the way, is such a guy naked? After all, he doesn't seem to be wearing any clothes."

Constantine interrupted Auriel with obscene words, with an expression of "I have seen through everything" on his face.

Auriel didn't plan to continue with this topic, she just glanced at Constantine's arm and left with a smile.

She also has to go to other floors to drag others out of the nightmare.

A dream is not a safe place, the longer you stay, the easier it will be to get lost.

Danger is always at hand, and life is weak like an accident or a miracle.

"Okay, long-haired dog, the angel has left, now you can move."

Constantine flung a handful of white hair in front of Zanum, his words frivolous and mean.

"What do you want from me?"

Zanum opened his eyes and looked a little "cute", of course, when his hair was still healthy.

Furry guys are cute most of the time.

"Get a guarantee, of course I mean the kind with a contract. I won't sue you in court when you breach the contract, because I'm a poor man.

So my contract will have some other ways for you to fulfill it. Believe me, I have a 'friend' who specializes in this. Although he is gone, my inheritance is not bad. "

Constantine took out a piece of parchment from his pocket and handed it to Zanum in front of him.

His "friend" is called Mephisto...

But Zanum doesn't know.

This alien visitor has no idea how many strange people there are on this small planet.

"If your strength is as good as your nonsense, you don't need my help at all."

Zanum restrained his voice and took the parchment blankly.

Then, his finger was pierced by the awl above.

The blood has fallen on the contract, and the cooperation has been reached.

From the outside, Zanum is no different from the legendary Yeti, but Constantine would not treat him like a fool.

This is called prudence.

And playing Mephisto's favorite despicable trick~www.NovelMTL.com~ This is not to underestimate Zanum, but this method can achieve the effect of "kill at first sight" most of the time.

Constantine didn't give Zanum a chance to take a closer look at the contents of the contract, and took the parchment directly from Zanum's hand.

Zanum wanted to stop it, but his body didn't obey.

"what did you do to me?"

Zanum sounded with a voice of astonishment, looking a little unbearable.

"It's nothing, don't worry, I won't send you to SHIELD for free research."

Constantine carefully put away the parchment, and then smiled meanly.

The content on the parchment is not too complicated, it is just a contract of sale.

Compared with those that do not have the legal effect of face, this thing is also called employment contract.

007 work system, no salary and bonus. Anytime, anywhere.

And this is a soul contract, neither of them intend to break it.

Zanum didn't care much because he believed he could win.

Constantine laughed like a weasel who stole a chicken.