Marvel Magic Event Book

Salomon has repeatedly stated that he has no interest in the love-hate relationship between SHIELD and Hydra. He only helps Agent Victoria Hand because he cannot bear the death of an excellent agent.Agent Coulson naturally wouldn't believe such nonsense. He knew that Salomon took advantage of SHIELD's collapse to expand its power and seized many materials that originally belonged to SHIELD.This was the first time he saw the Mystic since the Hydra rebellion and the disbandment of SHIELD. He heard from the surviving SHIELD agents how Salomon suppressed the Hydra rebellion and regained command of the SHIELD aircraft carrier. central.Regardless of Salomon's intentions, he saved the lives of many fine agents, and that alone deserves Agent Coulson's gratitude.

"You are so kind, Agent Coulson. The beauty of humanity shines so brightly in you that people can't even close their eyes." Salomon opened the door to the living room and walked out leisurely, without any worry that he would be shot. . "Have you talked to Agent Hill? To be specific, have you talked to Nick Fury?" He held his breath, jumped over a puddle of blood and minced flesh, and then used a heavy knife with a heavy weight that could dig out sawdust. The nasal voice asked, "Did Nick Fury tell you about the deal we made?"

"No." Agent Coulson looked at the armed men lying on the ground and grinned.The strong smell of blood and dirty black blood were everywhere.The unfortunate guy's throat was torn to pieces, and the wound looked like it was left by some kind of animal.Thinking of the shadow he had seen before, he was certain that it was Salomon's handiwork.

Terrible magic, weird magic. Agent Coulson didn't think anyone in the world could withstand such a sudden and terrifying attack.This is simply the most difficult to prevent assassination method in the world.Coulson gradually believed Salomon's statement. He was not in cahoots with Whitehall. On the contrary, he was ready to kill the Hydra at any time.

"What deal?" he asked. "Also, I'm sorry to doubt your position."

"It doesn't matter, business is important. Nick Fury and I reached an agreement regarding aliens. He promised to evacuate the Skrulls from the Earth... I know you know about this, although it is not the full story. The Skrulls, the shape-shifting aliens that Carol Danvers is hunting. Nick Fury has been secretly using the Skrulls for years, but unfortunately, some Skrulls I got too involved and fell in love with humans. A Skrull-human hybrid was born. Don’t ask me about reproductive isolation. Skrulls and humans are both products of the same genetic engineering. Kree The same goes for people, no reproductive isolation is normal.”

"What do you want to do? And how is the half-breed?"

"Not good. In the mythology of the Skrulls, the earth is the place of rebirth of their race. So I want to ask you to help me find the Skrulls still hiding on the earth. Those amoebas are not worthy of touching the sacred Earth." Salomon said, "Oh, I think we found our target. Mr. Whitehall, why are you pointing your gun at me?"

"Dear guest, I'm sorry that there is some trouble here." Dr. Whitehall said politely in German-accented English, but his gun was still pointed at the mystic mage standing on the steps.Behind him, two armed men armed with assault rifles took aim at Agent Coulson. "For example, this Agent Coulson next to you, I think he can explain all this. To be honest, I thought you would bring a group of armed men, Augustus."

"Augudus? Doesn't he know your identity?" Coulson asked, "Why is this name?"

"Of course not. I am now operating under the identity of Hydra. It is normal to use a pseudonym." Salomon whispered.He smiled, then snapped his fingers, and the shadows of the mansion immediately began to squirm.The sound of dogs barking came from far away, and several dark creatures that looked like black mud grew out of the shadows.They have scarlet eyeballs, and unimaginable malice boils in their throats.They jumped in the shadows so fast that they couldn't be seen.Before the two armed men beside Whitehall could get the two monsters into their sights, two shadow dogs jumped out from the shadows at their feet, slit their throats cleanly, and then disappeared again.

"It seems you have some unknown abilities." Dr. Whitehall smiled and raised his hands, "Maybe we can talk, as long as you..."

Before he could finish his words, a figure jumped out from around the corner and pushed Whitehall hard to the ground.Salomon could hear the back of Whitehall's head hitting the floor.This man exuded an aura of madness, with foul-smelling saliva dripping freely.His blood vessels bulged, and his heartbeat was as deafening as a war drum.His eyes were wide open, and even the hot sweat dripping from his forehead couldn't make him close them.

He burst out with astonishing hatred and slammed his fist into Whitehall's face at a speed that ordinary people could not react.He roared as hard as he could, accompanied by tears and sweat, and bit Whitehall's panicked face with his teeth.

Agent Coulson hurried over.He pointed his gun at the crazy man. "Let him go! Johnson!" Coulson shouted, "let him go! Salomon, come here and help!"

"No! He's mine!" Johnson raised his head.His face was covered in blood and he was chewing something in his mouth.Under him, Whitehall let out a miserable cry. The old Nazi's nose was bitten off alive, and dark red blood bubbled.Mr. Johnson is a man in an old-fashioned brown suit. He looks like a staid college professor or doctor.But at this moment, there was no trace of reason on his face. Madness filled his blood vessels, and his bloodshot eyeballs almost popped out of their sockets, as if a hot poison was burning his heart.

"He's mine!" He waved his arms irrationally, trying to drive Coulson away. "I want him to pay with blood!"

Salomon put his hand on the mad man's shoulder. "I'm sorry, although I don't know what happened, but this man's brain cannot be harmed." The mysterious mage who appeared silently startled him, and the crazy man subconsciously pushed Salomon hard.Only then did Salomon realize that this man was much stronger than the average person.

"Let him go! This is the final warning!" Coulson shouted and approached with a gun, "I don't want to kill you, you are Skye's father."

"Her name is Daisy! Daisy Johnson!"

"Calm down! Mr. Johnson, calm down!"

"You know I can't calm down, Colson!" Mr. Johnson grinned with his mouth full of blood. "He killed my wife and dissected her alive. I found her in the garbage dump, and I used needle and thread to dissect her." Pieced together bit by bit...am I not qualified for revenge? And you SHIELD...you took away my daughter..."

He waved desperately, trying to drive away the two people who were hindering his revenge.

Seeing this man getting more and more crazy, Salomon no longer hesitated.He stepped forward and punched Mr. Johnson hard on the chin at a speed that ordinary people could not see clearly.However, when he rushed to Dr. Whitehall's side, he discovered that the old Nazi was not in good condition - the broken ribs were inserted into the lungs, and the nasal bleeding caused a large amount of blood to pour back into the broken chest cavity.He nearly drowned in his own blood.Now he was helplessly vomiting blood bubbles, but anyone with a discerning eye could see that he wouldn't live long.

"He doesn't have much longer to live," Agent Coulson said sadly.

"Make the best use of everything." Salomon took out a knife from his waist and skillfully cut off Whitehall's head along the gap between the cervical vertebrae.His movement was so fast that Coulson didn't have time to stop him, and Salomon took Whitehall's head in his hands.He then cast a spell to fix Whitehall's head in its current state.At the same time, he also ordered Agent Coulson to stop anyone who might disturb him.

"What are you going to do?" Coulson, who was shocked by this brutal method, asked in confusion.It was not that he had never seen dead people before, but this was the first time he saw beheading.

"Seize Whitehall's soul." Salomon stretched out his blood-stained hands, "Even a dead man has to speak."