Dark Savages Come To the United States

In the moon, Nick Fury suddenly sat up from the coffin-like container.

Because he didn't know how many times he touched his head before, he had already removed the cover on it.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw that Black Bat King had pressed Wolverine to the ground, beating the head melon made of Edman alloy with his fist.

Wolverine's head hit the ground with the force of his fist.

Crumbling ~

It sounds like a good start.

Black Bolt looked at Nick Fury, who had removed those lines from his body, with some searching in his eyes.

"Ah, I restarted the aerospace carrier, we need a base like this, not just stay on the ground."

Nick Fury spoke in a perfunctory tone.

Although such an emotional display seems inappropriate for the king of agents, because agents always have to hide their true emotions.

But there is always a place where they can relax a little bit.

The moon base is the place.

"Nick Fury, you're like, Duang~, shit! Something's been hiding from me."

Wolverine spoke while being hit on the ground with his head pressed.

The pause in the middle was because his head hit the ground again.

Black Bolt King's mastery of power is very good, and this time he was just stuck on the boundary between being stunned and sober.

"So you plan to use your steel claws to directly pierce my chest? Well, Logan, I can assure you that what I told you happened in the past. But there are some things that you are not suitable to know now."

At the edge of the round table where Nick Fury left, he took out the dagger from the strap hanging on his arm and placed it on the table.

"Every time you lose your memory, it represents a brief period of apparent weakness in your body.

Although the self-healing factor allows the Adamantium alloy in your body to slowly recover, the time it takes is not as little as it takes you to goug out a piece of meat. "

Nick Fury didn't even raise his eyes, because it didn't make sense.

At this point Wolverine is still sitting close to the floor, you don't have to lift your eyes to see his expression.

Wolverine was a little overwhelmed.

His intuition told him that everything Nick Fury said was true, but he could always feel the uneasiness from the bottom of his heart.

He seems to have forgotten something important, but no matter how hard he thinks about it, he can't remember it.

Amnesia is not something that others can easily think about by "thinking hard".

After all, this is a problem in the brain, not constipation, which cannot be solved by using it. And Wolverine is only good at "pushing" to do things like this most of the time.

"Black Bolt, please let him go. I don't think Wolverine Logan is so unwise, although he lacks some awe of the unknown."

Nick Fury waved his hand and opened the drawer under the desktop.

It was cold inside.

It was a small freezer with some refrigerated food in it.

Then he took out a three-quarter steak and put it on the table, and slowly took out a cigar box from another drawer.

After finishing all these actions, Nick Fury beckoned to Black Bolt and Wolverine, who were still entangled until now, to sit down and have a meal.

The life double can use nutrient solution to keep "alive" but he still has to eat.

"Logan, I think you are full of doubts about everything before because you didn't see any traces of battle in this place, right?" Nick Fury continued with a smile: "Because this is not the one where you were severely injured." battlefield."

Nick Fury's smile is very standard, and at first glance, there seems to be nothing wrong.

Emotional and appropriate.

But Wolverine felt his hairs stand on end.

When Nick Fury cut the steak with his own dagger, Logan swapped the steak in front of him with the one in front of Nick Fury.

Rough actions are already his routine, and there is nothing to care about.

"What the hell are we fighting?"

Wolverine directly grabbed the steak and stuffed it into his mouth, chewing hard, but he didn't swallow it for a long time.

The just right smell of blood in the steak made him relax a little.

Wolverine Logan has an extraordinary sense of smell, and this level of blood smell just makes him feel a long-lost familiarity.

People with amnesia will naturally relax when they feel familiar.

Although at this time he was feeling whether there were any subtle changes in his body, such as dizziness and muscle relaxation.

These are the remaining instincts in the body.

Ordinary hallucinogens can't hide from Logan's nose, those tastes are too obvious.

But his body was telling him to be more careful when facing Nick Fury.

Who knows why Wolverine, who has such a powerful self-healing ability that he is almost immortal, is controlled by things like anesthetics.

But these things that are classified under the category of narcotics are things that even the Hulk would have to deflate.

Nukes can't keep guys like Hulk and Wolverine safe, but narcotics can.

Maybe anesthesia is the greatest invention of mankind?

Black Bolt quickly gestured his hands, communicating with Nick Fury.

It seems that Black Bolt wants to say a lot, so the movements of his two hands are like the seals in Naruto. ①

"It's okay, Logan is trustworthy most of the time. Of course, I still think that the chattering little spider is the most trustworthy."

Nick Fury glanced at Logan as he spoke, his words were full of hints.

Logan is a tragic hero. Anyway, most of the people around him will not end well, one tragedy after another.

The origin of these is people's envy for his ability similar to immortality.

Nick Fury doesn't care about this thing, so he doesn't care.

"If you want to tell me anything, just be direct. I'm not interested in hearing you keep wasting your time."

Logan seemed a little anxious, even though he didn't know why.

"I'll send you back to Earth in a moment, but you have to remember one thing, that is, don't search for everything about your past.

Because this is very dangerous, and the person who is in danger is not only you, but also me and the Black Bolt King over there! "

Nick Fury stuffed the beef from the dagger into his mouth, chewing and talking.

This action made Logan relax a little subconsciously.

He smelled blood coming from Nick Fury's mouth. Nick Fury was really chewing that piece of meat, not pretending.

People in a bad relationship are more likely to get disgust than closeness when they get along and talk while chewing.

And Nick Fury was indeed relaxed, which made Logan's tense nerves relax.

Logan gulped down the chewed beef, and said in a less aggressive tone: "I need a more detailed reason."

After finishing speaking, I felt my eyes go dark.

Before he passed out, he vaguely saw Nick Fury swallowing the meat in his mouth with a thud.

"NMD! Why!"

This sentence has no power.

"When you wake up, you will be on the earth. I will prepare what you want for you. I just hope you can remember not to explore the past by yourself."

Nick Fury cut a new piece of meat and continued to stuff it into his mouth.

All three steaks were the same, all with hallucinogens.

But Nick Fury eats with a dagger, so he cut a slit in his own tongue.

Blood destroys these odorless and colorless hallucinogens.

This is really colorless and odorless, not the kind of poison that is said to be colorless and odorless but turns green when poured out.

That thing once gave people the illusion that the name of the poison is "colorless and tasteless".

pong~

Wolverine Logan is down again.

"Don't be so nervous. Of course he is not the kind of person who follows the rules, but he is easy to use and won't be killed so easily."

Nick Fury said to Black Bolt.

The expression on Black Bolt King's face was a bit weird, and the sign language that was about to say "Who will repair the dam" when he raised it stopped. ②

...

In S.H.I.E.L.D., Constantine was sitting behind a small table with his hands locked directly on the table.

There were three agents sitting across from him, and several more behind him, pointing guns at him.

"Relax, Agents. I'm not going to sue you for kidnapping a top S.H.I.E.L.D. advisor, but I'm asking you to put the safety on your guns, I don't want to be on my desk because of your misfire .

At that time, a thin, long and cold thing entered my body, but I could only let out a series of screams.

These words may sound tempting, but you have to know that taking bullets from gunshot wounds is very painful.

Especially me, your great senior consultant, doesn't like the feeling of being out of control after taking anesthesia. Of course, I don't mind if I can change it to something else that can make me happy. "

Constantine nagged for a long time, but the three agents in front of him were silent.

It looked like watching a very boring monkey show.

"What, don't you plan to start our conversation? Or do you need a little hint? For example, how did I manage to make everyone in S.H.I.E.L.D. dream about this?"

The smile on Constantine's face was a little weird.

Although he was considered handsome, it seemed like a provocation at this time.

bang~

"A hard straight punch, Melinda, why did you punch him in the face?"

John Wicker hugged the dog who was drawing a map at his feet, and asked while rubbing the dog's head.

Looking at Constantine's nosebleeds, he always felt his nasal cavity was itchy.

"Okay, John Constantine. Now that you've made up your mind to confess, let's say more!"

Duggan lit a cigarette and put it in his mouth. He leaned back and lay on his back in the uncomfortable chair.

Needless to say, Constantine must be an old fritter. After seeing such an interrogation scene, he didn't react at all, and was even a little excited, as if he had returned home.

For such a guy to bother to create an interrogation environment?

Duggan didn't have that much time to spare.

"Hey buddy! Get me one too!"

Constantine freed his hands from the shackles on the table in front of the three agents, but did not release the chains that bound him to the chair.

Then he moved the chair that should have been fixed on the ground and moved it to the side of John Wicker, and stretched out his hand to Dugan.

Behind him, the guns in the hands of the guarded agents heard a series of sounds of opening safety, but none of them dared to shoot without the order of their superiors.

Of course there are people here for the ubiquitous hydra, but now they don't dare to make the slightest change.

These Hydras who are still lurking no longer know when they will be activated, and the last order they received was to treat themselves as pure S.H.I.E.L.D. agents before they were actively contacted.

As for how to connect, they don't know either.

If it was better in the original time, then S.H.I.E.L.D. was very simple, and a "Hi Hydera" could distinguish the enemy from the friend.

Things don't seem right now.

Nick Fury would say this from time to time, making Hydra look like a laughing stock.

And "Hey Hydra" became a vicious joke.

"Melinda, please take off the knuckles before hitting him."

John Witkey hugged the dog, talking strangely.

Seeing Constantine being punched in the face, he felt very uncomfortable.

Melinda silently removed the knuckles from Constantine's body, and then took out a thick phone book and a hammer.

Beating people with a thick book is very painful and also has certain dangers.

But this kind of danger is controllable. In the early years, those guys who wanted to torment people used a bunch of methods like this.

Constantine looked at Melinda who stood up with an expression of watching the excitement, and then directly took the cigarette from Dugan's hand and took a deep breath.

The next moment, he exhaled smoke and returned to the position where he and the chair should have appeared, but the shackles on the table were actually holding his ankles.

Constantine folded his hands on his chest, squinting and smoking a cigarette.

He was indifferent to Melinda who was planning to do something to him.

"It's the old way, this method can't hurt me, no matter how much you train, it's impossible to ignore magic to hurt me.

Ordinary people and technology have nothing against magic most of the time. By the way, except for large-yield bombs. "

Constantine sprayed the poison wantonly, not afraid at all.

He is currently the only employee of S.H.I.E.L.D. who is "proficient" in magic.

Even if he provoked the top and bottom of S.H.I.E.L.D., and even the cleaning lady was angered by him, Nick Fury would not let him leave easily.

Because the value he has now is worth making concessions from Nick Fury.

"Go get a dose of Veritaserum, I want to try it!"

Dugan said the first half of the sentence to the agents with guns, and the second half to Constantine.

"I heard that when broken hair is mixed with milk tea and drunk, people will feel pain. I don't know if it will have the same effect if mixed with Veritaserum Potion?"

Duggan made pointless threats.

He himself is well aware of this.

Constantine smiled: "How about I teach you a magic that can make the cursed person feel miserable? I think this may be much better than that veritaserum."

Constantine didn't seem bored and refused to cooperate, but he was waiting for someone who could really talk to come over.

Although the status of the three people in front of them is not low, they cannot be the masters of Nick Fury.

He needs a piece of real autonomy and the right to act freely.

This is a very crucial part of the cooperation between him and Auriel!

① Two people who quarreled using sign language, I think it is definitely more than three gestures per second...

②Ninjutsu in Naruto and the homonym of Big Bang Water Shockwave.

A note I forgot in the previous chapter①

Spider-Man can be regarded as the kind of genetic mutation, and there are cases where the mutation fails and becomes a big spider. So Johanna would definitely be somewhat similar to Alanya the Spider Queen.

There is also an update of a chapter of no less than 3,000 words.

Thanks.