Dark Savages Come To the United States

"Hey, what are you guys doing here?"

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 rough, it had already made him realize that something was wrong.

Fortunately, S.H.I.E.L.D. did not take away his treasures. 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 inherently carries something different.

Amy was not so panicked, she had become accustomed to trusting Doctor Who in her past adventure career.

Whatever the problem, the Dr. will fix it.

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

Nick Fury sat at his desk, waiting quietly.

Doctor Who needs to go through his cross-examination.

Deep down in his heart, 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 attractive.

Or disgusting.

"Huh? You're that guy I met not long ago? You move very fast."

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

Amy Pond followed.

Although the current situation is a bit 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, then paused on the table to gather the documents neatly.

Lowering his eyes, it seemed that the Doctor Who in front of him didn't pay much attention to him.

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

The performance in it may reveal more things.

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

He has witnessed the birth of the universe, and he is used to watching the passage of time.

Moment after moment until there is nothing left.

There is no time, no space, just him.

The Time Lord, a race that was once feared by countless beings, is also a pitiful existence.

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

"You can call me Doctor, not Doctor of Medicine, not Doctor of Physics, just Doctor. You just need to call me Doctor."

There was a smile on Doctor Who's face, gentle and deep.

Even though his current face is not suitable for this kind of elder-like expression, everything that happens to him seems natural.

"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 to himself.

Maybe Doctor Who is his name?

Who knows.

Can't it be the swordsman Ta Hu?

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

Doctor Who's face remained calm.

This time is similar to his countless previous adventures, always getting into trouble.

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

"Flying spaghetti? I've heard this anti-religious religion, but what are you trying to say? You're that flying spaghetti monster before you say 'cook doesn't care'?"

Nick Fury put the files on the table.

The tablet in the file is 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 indeed people with two hearts, but it is rare for such two hearts to be extremely healthy.

And the energy index in Doctor Who's body made Nick Fury a little horrified.

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

Doctor Who paid no heed to Nick Fury's sarcasm.

If this can break his defense, then he is too humble.

At least, at least to mention the time when he failed to save everything, he might show strong enough emotions.

was dubbed Dr.

Means 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 Harrogath stands for?"

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

Of course, he can always speak the question with confidence.

So he is not very pleasing in many cases. 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 relationship.

"Wow!"

"Mom Fuck!"

A bark broke his defenses.

When he carefully created an environment suitable for interrogation, the dog appeared in his office again.

Needless to say, John Witkey is probably on the horizon.

He now gets nervous whenever he hears a dog bark.

"Well, I can tell you don't like puppies?"

Doctor Who took one look at the puppy, then became serious.

There is something about this puppy that no dog on this planet can express.

At least, this does not belong to the breath of earth creatures.

Gouzi was resurrected by alien technology, so this gave Doctor Who a strong sense of sight after watching it.

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

A familiar voice changed Doctor Who's face.

Well, here's another conundrum.

Clara.

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

It's just not so pleasing sometimes.

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

Crossing the barriers of the world is no easy task.

Could it be that she was stuck outside the TARDIS?

Or would this appear like the one he had seen in countless adventures?

Doctor Who's brain is running crazily, but there is not much to see from the outside.

"Calm down, you crashed into my car, and I can't figure out who the doctor you are talking about is from your mouth! Do you mean Tony Stark with a lot of doctorate titles , but only call himself a playboy guy?"

The voice of John Witkey...

Apparently his car was in an accident again.

Touch porcelain?

This may not be true.

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

The most bizarre thing is that this woman has nothing to do, but his car is scrapped.

Maybe everything that's been out of whack about Doctor Who can be blamed on Merlin.

After all, he was the first to have contact with Doctor Who.

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

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

As if hypnotized, he did so without 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 Witkey shouldn't have done so.

"I have no idea."

John Witkey suddenly pressed his hand on his forehead, as if waking up from a dream, he realized how bizarre his actions were.

It was almost as blunt as if the plot in a stage play had to do a mechanical seance to salvage the situation, but that's what he did.

"Well, I'm just a little concerned. From my experience, there are very few accidents where I am, so when are you going to tell me what happened here, and then ask me for help?"

Doctor Who spoke slowly.

The tone is 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 the number.

Like the number of all the victims in his hometown.

Perhaps, he could really say the names of those victims, after all, it was something that was painstakingly remembered.

"Go and find 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 the guy who was looking for the barbarian was telling the truth?

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

The energy in Doctor Who's body made it inevitable for him to care.

Can a living energy source be controlled and used?

"All right."

John Witkey didn't talk much, he simply responded and took out his cell phone to start dialing.

At this time, Rumlow was sitting in the cafe with Constantine just now.

Kim wasn't a problem, but now Coulson and Anderson went.

Maybe he can rest for a while.

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 people...

Rumlow answered the ringing phone and listened in silence.

"You mean now?"

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

He is just a non-staff now, and he doesn't need to listen to Nick Fury's command.

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

John Witkey. In other words, Nick Fury used John Witkey's mouth to propose a condition that he could not refuse.

S.H.I.E.L.D. promised to help him establish a foundation with S.H.I.E.L.D. funds, and it was always unclear where their funds went anyway.

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

Rumlow walked into the gate with Constantine with a funny expression on his face.

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

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

After he had become a barbarian, the elevator hadn't been 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 good physical strength as you. A few months ago, I was living with lung cancer."

Constantine waved his hand towards Rumlow, and then 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 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 the resignation letter.

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

Rumlow yelled at the haggard lady over there, then turned around and walked up the stairs.

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

Rumlow might have jumped straight up the stairs if it weren't for the twisting construction of the stairs.

Melinda, holding a folder in her hand, glances at Constantine.

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

Melinda said with a blank face, and then pressed the door close button of the elevator.

"Director's office."

Melinda spoke to the voice recognition assistant in the elevator, and then stood there quietly.

"Hey ma'am, am I lucky enough to meet you after get off work?"

Constantine is, as always, frivolous and slightly vulgar.

"John Constantine, you have a lot of 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 ziplock bag from his pocket.

Not many but not few S.H.I.E.L.D. agents smoke, but none of those guys smoke in elevators.

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 then noticed the indescribable smell on the bag, and frowned.

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

Constantine smiled and reached for the cigarette back.

"Ding dong~"

The elevator stopped halfway.

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

He finally changed his face.

Nobody wants to meet their ex-boyfriend when they are applying for a date with a woman.

It's embarrassing.

Both to each other.

What's even more embarrassing is that the person in front of him was taken away by Constantine afterward with every valuable thing on his body, including a Bluetooth headset, a uniform-style suit and all the change.

Even the pistols were sold by him.

"Little John, I miss you so much!"

That burly man said so.

"Of course, me too."

Constantine said while maintaining 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 Rumlow is willing to believe in, is more reliable.

Constantine's judgment was sharp.

"No."

Melinda probably figured it out.

After all, what Constance said was obvious enough.

So Melinda made room for the big guy who just came in a little bit.

The big man walked in with a smile.

"Archive room."

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

The elevator is perhaps the next best place to solve a problem after the toilet.

This kind of convention seems to be common everywhere.

There is enough time, and the big man believes that his skills are enough to deal with Constantine.

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

Constantine was halfway through, and suddenly remembered what Melinda said about SHIELD's orientation.

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

Konstantin scratched his ass while saying this.

He had already pinched a small mass of demon flesh in his hand.

This thing is 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 mischief and it'll be fine, probably.

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

Melinda said with a cold face.

She always felt that what she said seemed a little strange.

But time can't help her to ponder carefully.

Melinda wasn't planning to watch the live broadcast.

"Open the next floor."

Melinda said so.

The elevator began to slow down and stopped steadily.

Then, a series of gunshots came from outside.

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

Constantine spoke softly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

There was a disgusting smell like a clogged sewer, and Melinda looked at Constantine with horrified eyes.

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

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

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

The big man's face turned pale.

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

Constantine pulled out a white tape from his pocket and wiped his hands that touched the demon's flesh and blood.

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

Bursts of holy flames were burning 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 relic cloth.

Angels seem to like to give alms? 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 their courage rising for a moment.

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

And the big man let out a heroic roar, drew out his pistol, and shot continuously at the skulls 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. Every bullet hit the same spot firmly, turning into liquid metal and dripping on the ground.

Then he let out a snarl and slammed a punch at Ghost Rider's head.

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

Constantine couldn't help saying as he watched his "ex-boyfriend"'s fist get burned, and then he threw a brave headbutt at the skull's head.

"No way!"

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

At this time, Constantine saw the whole picture of the Ghost Rider clearly.

"I remember, ghost riders use iron chains? Sometimes they use guns?"

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

"Obviously, this one is not!"

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

The hammer is full of sharp thorns, it looks like no mercy!

The brilliance of the hammer connected to his wristband of the ancestors, emitting a 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!

Shock waves spread in all directions!

Melinda's footsteps were a little unsteady, and Constantine kindly helped her up.

Of course, there is no problem in finding a support for yourself.

Everyone in S.H.I.E.L.D. began to get busy.

"Okay, Venerable Skyhammer, I know this hammer."

Constantine said helplessly.

He really wanted to deal with Venerable Skyhammer's matter, but he didn't intend to meet one of them so early.

soul Eater!

This thing is a little 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 the Soul Eater, he will not die directly.

But if the soul eater wanted to devour his soul, it might be easier than devouring an ordinary person.

"Soul Eater, I think the current Ghost Rider may not have his own mind?"

Constantine spoke softly.

His hand holding Melinda was slapped away mercilessly.

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

"I started 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 believes that Nick Fury will not be ignorant of the things here, and to say it is her most simple idea.

However, Nick Fury will also be at a loss.

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

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

But it's all thanks to Coulson.

Soul Eater doesn't have much sanity.

Countless souls are biting each other in his body.

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

Now the Soul Eater will act according to the instinct of the body.

For example, the breath of the hell lord named Mephisto.

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

Helping Hellboy complete the resurrection surgery, according to the characters of S.H.I.E.L.D. and Nick Fury, how could it be possible not to leave some materials for himself for research?

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

Coupled with the power of Venerable Skyhammer that Coulson left on Melinda, it made this accident reasonable!

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

Maybe Constantine found out, but his tone was not so serious when he helped others.

"ha!"

Rumlow uttered a battle cry!

A loud sound echoed in the S.H.I.E.L.D. building.

A relatively sealed space will make the sound louder!

After the Hammer of the Ancestors in Rumlow's hand dissipated, it regenerated!

The successive Hammers of the Ancestors is a fighting method dubbed the Kowtowing Hammer by Bulkelso.

But this is very effective when the barbarians need to explode when they are not strong enough!

Just have enough anger!

"clang!"

Another collision!

The collision of huge forces dispelled the blinding curse of Ghost Rider!

The skeleton stood up holding the Soul Eater, the flames on its body were facing Rumlow's anger!

"Hey dude, maybe you'd like that!"

Constantine laughed and shook the cloth strip in his hand in the direction of 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 hot as the high temperature that can incinerate everything.

"Angels and demons are unreliable. I knew that human beings can only rely on themselves."

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

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

It is not a pity for the scum to die.

The same is 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 forward, 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 finger on the back end of the spear with a smile!

The holy flame spear moved!

huh~ huh~

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

Rumlow raised his hands for the third time!

The third Hammer of the Ancestors!

Mocott's phantom appeared behind him, holding the gigantic Wumin with one hand!

The hammer broke through the ceiling directly, revealing Nick Fury with a horrified expression 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 sacred flame spear that looked like a ray of light!

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

But this was added by Constantine!

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

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

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

"What is the greatness of human beings? Courage? No, no, no, it's alive!"

Constantine laughed wildly.

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

The moment his charred arm fell to the ground and turned into crumbs, the spear pierced the ghost knight's eye socket!

The curse of blindness caused by the power of fear has been dispelled, but the power of fear is still entwined on the skull!

Courage becomes hysterical in the face of greater fears!

The Holy Flame exploded!

At this time, Rumlow's third hammer of the ancestors fell!

Mocott's phantom seemed to glance at Constantine, who was laughing maniacally, and the anger above Wuxi became more condensed!

Rumlow's body weakened in an instant.

This hammer is no longer something under his control!

"Savages, that's what I'm looking for."

Doctor Who's eyes were serious, and his gaiety was suppressed.

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

"There are always people who will challenge you fearlessly. Is there anything other than will that cannot be shaken by time or fate?"

Doctor Who said with a smile on his face.

It's not like he hasn't seen it before.

But the gods also fall and are burned.

However, among the powers that burn the gods, the most common 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 it has not reached the point where others cannot understand, 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 existence 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, a different kind of immortality.

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

"xia!"

There was a hoarse roar from Rumlow's mouth.

It was as sharp as the roar of a wounded beast!

The hammer of the ancestors finally fell!

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

Soul Eater is evil.

Guilt is difficult to wash away.

But there are always people who are innocents in tragedy.

The innocent deserve redemption!

The only thing that no mercy can bring to the innocent is liberation!

Click!

The hammer of the Soul Eater was shattered by the Hammer of the Ancestors, turning into a puddle of iron powder and sprinkled on the Ghost Rider's face.

Then be smelted by the Holy Flame of Courage!

A mortal soul rises from that sad body, in the arms of angels!

Johnny Blaze.

An existence that makes deals with demons for the sake of relatives.

The existence that has resisted the will of the demon in the body for a long time.

Until his consciousness was locked away, he fought to judge sinners and quell the hunger in his soul.

Vengeful spirit, a ridiculous angel!

"Om~"

One chime!

The gate of the high heaven appeared in the sky!

Izual is standing there!

The wings of light behind him spread out.

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

Perhaps compared to Tyrell, the archangel of justice who even gave up his determination to judge, Izual, who is more pure, is more like a god in people's minds.

Innocence always suffers, but simplicity and kindness are the existences that should be praised!

"Mom Fuck!"

Nick Fury growled.

What a surprise to see heaven and angels!

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

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

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

As Izual said this, the soul embraced by the angel rose high and flew straight into the gate of heaven!

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

In front of Izual, unless there is an existence like the devil king of hell, he can do whatever he wants.

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

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