Dark Savages Come To the United States

In a weird laboratory, the residue of some disgusting experimental subjects can be seen everywhere.

Dr. Stern and Mordoc were sitting in front of a small tea table with a cup of coffee in their hands.

"To be honest, this kind of inhumane experiment has made my research more advanced, but do you really think it's good to do so?"

Dr. Stern shook his head, and there was a sound of running water in that huge head.

He didn't say this sentence, but that Mordoc was imitating Dr. Stern's accent.

A double reed is also Modoc's self-entertainment.

"My man, I wish your brain wasn't muddled, or I should have left you enough brains to think about instead of filling your brain with water."

Mordok spoke in a strange tone, and the seabreaker on his waist made a crisp sound with chains.

Dr. Stern's brain has been tampered with by Mordoc. Who knows why this villain, who is remembered for his super-intelligence, would make such an unwise choice.

He almost completely ruined a world that is regarded as a top scientist.

Dr. Stern is basically a cripple except he remembers drinking coffee and doing experiments.

Even basic human instincts such as defecation have lost control, and Mordoc is obviously not a guy who can take care of people.

Dr. Stern had to sit in place wearing a long gown full of stench and unknown objects. The only fortunate thing was that Dr. Stern had no consciousness about it.

"I think it's almost there. My whereabouts should be discovered soon, unless those barbarians have encountered something and haven't had time to intervene in this interesting event."

Mordoc drank the coffee in his hand, and the small coffee cup looked like a small toy when facing a huge head that was several times larger than a normal person.

Mordoc put the empty coffee cup on the table, looked up at Dr. Stern in front of him, with a smile on his lips.

"Dude, I'm the only smart person in the world. You just need to know how to do experiments and put up with bad coffee."

After speaking, Mordok stood up and walked towards the door of the laboratory.

Now, he wants to welcome a person, and then let those damned heroes understand what fear is.

"Boom boom boom~"

There was a knock on the door.

Mordoc swung his short legs to open the door.

"I think you can come in easily, right? Why do such boring things as knocking on the door?"

Modoc looked at Coulson in front of him and said this.

Also being Venerable Skyhammer, Coulson now has enough power to do what he wants to do.

Knocking seems like one of those unnecessary things.

"I just want to tell you that I brought the person you want here, but she is about to die of old age and died of natural causes. I don't think your technology can save her."

Coulson had a smile on his face, which was a little hateful.

Peggy Carter was already dying, and her breathing was almost stopped.

"You can choose a more stable way to bring her here instead of carrying her like a broken sack."

Mordoc said casually, and made a way to the laboratory.

This is not the fecal-smelling laboratory where Dr. Stern often stays, but Mordoc's private space.

"Let's go, this matter can't be delayed any longer, otherwise I'm not sure that this old lady will involve the great Captain America."

Mordoc urged, and walked directly into the laboratory.

Put rubber gloves on your hands.

It's just that he didn't seem to be meticulously disinfected.

"How long do you want her to live? I remember I told you that time is what we need most."

Coulson casually threw Peggy Carter on the test bench, not caring whether Peggy Carter would go straight to heaven.

Anyway, his mission was to bring Agent Carter, who was still alive, to Mordoc, and what happened after that had nothing to do with him.

Mordoc frowned, then picked up the pacemaker and pressed it on Peggy Carter's chest. After a beep, Agent Carter let out a long breath.

The clothes on the chest were scorched by the high temperature of the electric current, which also caused the old lady to suffer severe burns.

But Mordoc didn't care about that.

"As long as you don't die" is his request.

This operation is not very difficult, and it does not require much meticulousness.

"Live until I need her to die, it won't be too far away."

Mordoc said so.

The eyeballs that grew bigger with the head flashed a clear light.

There was some disdain for Coulson on his face.

Compared with those guys who only know that they are Venerable Sky Hammer, but have no idea of ​​the real master.

Mordoc's IQ is not in vain.

He has already found the shadow of Diablo, and magic and demons are already in front of him.

Out of a researcher's instinct, Mordoc wants to study what the devil is made of.

And the first step in this goal is to summon the demon!

"Then I wish you all the best, have you found what I want?"

Coulson clapped his hands and glanced at Peggy Carter.

The eyes are a little complicated.

Although the two emotions of admiration and disdain made his brain a little confused, but now is not the time to sort out his thoughts, he also has his own goals.

Instead of idly appearing in the sight of everyone.

It is the most useless thing for agents to brush their presence.

"Go to that lounge, and take that dung-smelling guy away. I promise those mediocre S.H.I.E.L.D.s won't be able to dig out any useful information from Dr. Stern's mind."

Without even looking at Coulson, Mordoc picked up the Seabreaker in his hand and gently slashed Agent Carter's chest.

A weak, barely beating heart appeared there.

Coulson spread his hands, turned around and left the laboratory.

When he turned his back to Mordoc, a smile appeared on his face.

There is no original sin among Venerable Skyhammer, so no one will pursue the mutual calculations.

Unfortunately, Coulson's secret was not meant to be known.

So Mordoc will shut up.

...

S.H.I.E.L.D.

With the intervention of Imprius, the gold was pierced by Solarion on the ground.

It was like a plank was nailed to the ground.

The Sky Hammer was melted by Solarion's high temperature, turning into a puddle of molten iron, which was slowly wriggling towards the lower floor while burning the ground.

"I am courage. I think you agents are a little curious about the angel that suddenly appeared?"

Imprius said so.

Then he let go of Solarion in his hand, and the spear of courage turned into a golden light and merged into Imprius' body.

"Can I go? I think 'come back and see' was the worst decision I made today."

Leaning on a hammer, Rumlow leaned against the corner and spoke.

If he had known that he would have to fight again and again after returning, he might have preferred to stay on the holy mountain to see the beautiful snow scenery.

Now he still doesn't know that the holy mountain of Harrogas is no longer ice-cold.

"Whatever you want, anyway, I don't really like the feeling of Mocott looking at me."

Imprius said casually, then took out a hamburger from his pocket and put it in his mouth.

After becoming a human, his favorite thing is to eat something.

I even wondered if the real reason for Tyrell's bad stomach joke was that Tyrell made an excuse for his greed.

The happiness brought by chewing makes him more intoxicated than the fullness of the food.

"Of course, when I saw your sun-like spear, I understood how great courage is. I think you must be the highest existence in heaven, right?

It is my honor to meet you. "

Constantine sputtered out a long list of compliments, which made Imprius frown.

Constantine's unlikability is not limited to those who are familiar with his existence. Anyone who can feel his inner thoughts will not like Constantine, even if he is called great.

"Konstantin, isn't it the first time we've met? At least I remember seeing you before, so what's the point of your meaningless compliment? Or is it something you want?"

Imprius intends to quickly solve Constantine's problem.

He always felt a little cold, which was worse than when he told Auriel that Sonya was more attractive.

"That, great and lofty angel, please save your believers and give your believers a healthy body!"

Constantine said with his eyes closed while waving the severed limb.

He closed his eyes not to hide his disgust at these words, but to make himself more like a believer.

After all, not many believers would choose to open their eyes when praying.

Maybe you can only see the so-called God by closing your eyes?

Feeling a bit pained because of the Prius...

Although he doesn't pay attention to things like bearing and majesty, he still pays attention to his style.

After the original powerful force crushed Jin Bing, who had a huge impact, he could ask S.H.I.E.L.D. to do something in his superior status.

But now, he felt his style being pulled to Constantine's standards.

And to make matters worse, he couldn't heal Constantine's arm.

Who ever heard that courage heals the wounded?

He is professional in creating disabilities.

So Prius had to turn his head and cast a look of help to Hope.

It was because of this move that Agent Hill and the others noticed Hope, who was holding a cup of milk tea and slowly sucking on the straw.

"Fool!"

Auriel said helplessly.

Then he stood up with his hands.

The streamer fluttered from her body with the sound, and began to emit a bright but not dazzling brilliance.

"Your worthy gift of hope, just 'hope' you understand! What you're doing."

When Auriel said this, her tone was somewhat thought-provoking.

The brilliance of hope illuminated the entire building, and the reinforced concrete could not stop this brilliance, making the S.H.I.E.L.D. building look like a church.

Constantine's arms also began to grow.

Even some agents who were injured during the riot were healed.

"Ouch! Itchy! The last time I felt this way was after a fantastic night with a stunning girl!

But then I went to the hospital.

Fortunately, I always have a way to jump in the queue, otherwise the job might be ruined~"

Constantine yelled, waving his growing arms, full of feigned devotion and fanaticism.

[Humans should not trust any existence other than humans. Because even humans themselves are not worthy of the trust of their kind. 】

Constantine thought so. The smile on his face was very sweet, but his eyes were cold.

He's right, and he's the last guy humans should trust!

Constantine tried his best to tell mankind this truth!

I personally feel quite satisfied with this chapter.

There will be updates of no less than 5,000 words in the future, I will work harder!

Thanks!