433 The Human Watcher Finally Showed His Style

"It's my first time to be an angel, so I have no experience."

Facing Anderson's words, Johnny looked a little embarrassed.

"Are we here to have a tea party? That's enough!"

Tony said these words viciously and flew away in the direction of SHIELD.

Since there are already enough people staying in this place, the temporary lack of him seems to be no problem.

If something happens, he will rush over as soon as possible.

At least except for the movement methods of angels and mages that cannot be explained by science, his mobility is still guaranteed.

Flying is faster than swinging, right?

Besides, there aren't many buildings around here that are still in good shape.

After watching Tony fly away, Dr. Doom shook his head. When Tony was here, he would always think of the unpleasant past.

But now, all the bodyguards who had taken action against him have lost news.

There is no need to doubt Dr. Doom. Tony's bodyguard has always been a high-risk profession in the early years.

After all, playboy will not stay in the laboratory.

"King of Latovilia, Victor von Doom."

Dr. Doom watched Loki introduce himself.

He had already realized the power of this mage from the previous battle, and he had no shortage of respect and respect for Dr. Doom.

"The prince of Asgard, perhaps the child of the Frost Giants, Loki."

Loki had a trademark evil smile on his face, and he didn't know what bad idea he was planning.

But it doesn't seem to matter. There are very few people who don't know that Loki is a bad boy.

Who makes the description of him in mythology generally correct?

As a famous person, Rocky enjoys the feeling of being in the spotlight. Because that means a grand prank.

When he thought of the prank, Loki looked a little disappointed. After all, no one could tolerate his pranks now.

And he is no longer the prince of Asgard.

Thor became the new king of Asgard, which was inevitable in Loki's eyes.

Loki will bear more burdens when he meets his stupid brother.

Not for Asgard, but for his brothers.

At this time, Spider-Man fired a piece of spider silk to hang himself up, and left the scene with a posture that was a bit weird for normal people.

The target he chose was the tallest remaining building in the area. The stairs of this building had been destroyed in the aftermath of the previous battle.

Spider-Man can take some time to calm down his emotions in this place, and he can also hear other people's conversations without missing any important news.

Spider-Man, who is fighting alone, lacks a lot of intelligence, but there is no way to blame this hero who executes justice by listening to police notices.

After all, he really has no relatives in this world.

Just as the people on the ground began to look for topics to talk about, Midnight in the sewer finally reluctantly regained consciousness.

The world of the strong is not something that a person living in the sewers can pry into. Apparently his previous behavior got him into a little trouble.

When he finally regained his sight, he couldn't help but let out a "fuck" sound!

Because standing in front of him was a guy who was covered in scales and looked no different from a crocodile.

The guy's eyes were a little hesitant, as if he was not considering whether to eat him, but as if he had an unknown guest at home.

Complex beyond description.

The corners of Midnight's mouth twitched as she looked at the guy in front of her.

The stare-off didn't last very long, and the deadlock was broken at midnight.

"Hello, what's your name?"

"Killer Croc."

Then there was another moment of silence.

"Man, 'Killer Croc' doesn't sound like a name, it sounds like a nickname."

Midnight said this.

If he hadn't been injured from being stepped on from the manhole cover before, he might have stretched out his poisonous hand wrapped in green light to warn the unknown creature in front of him.

Killer Croc didn't react much to Midnight's words and looked a little dazed.

"Okay, you can call me Midnight, Dad Midnight."

Midnight can only introduce myself and break the ice.

After all, in this place that looks like the home field of the crocodile, a fight with the guy who calls himself Killer Crocodile doesn't seem like a wise choice.

"Is this... your name? Your father calls you Midnight Daddy? You call your father Daddy?"

Killer Croc was a little shocked.

His growth process was very difficult, and he even served as a display prop in the circus.

But even with such an outrageous upbringing, he had never heard anyone call his child "Daddy."

Midnight adjusted her mentality through a deep breath, and endured the pain in her body before she could continue to speak.

"Just like 'Killer Croc,' it's just a code name."

"Code name? 007 kind? James Bond?"

Killer Croc succeeds in chatting to death.

It was only at midnight that he saw Killer Crocodile holding a leg of lamb that was stained with the smell of sewers.

It still looks like it has been simply baked.

With this quick glance, he probably understood what Killer Crocodile's situation was.

He seems a little less intelligent than normal people, but he is still within the scope of human beings.

"Listen to me, there's a bunch of freaks up there right now, and we need to stay quiet or find a way out of here."

Midnight pointed to the passage he came from, which had collapsed.

At midnight, there seemed to be no other route for him to leave this place except the manhole cover above his head.

"I can get out of the water."

"..."

"Are you a local? I have just moved to this place not long ago. Is there any way you can help me connect to a TV signal in the sewer? I have wanted to watch TV programs for a long time, but it has never been convenient."

Killer Crocodile said this with a hint of anticipation flashing in his eyes.

Killer Croc has a bad temper, but that doesn't include when he asks for help.

"I would like to ask, do you have any relatives or friends that you can seek refuge with?"

Midnight said this after thinking for a long time.

He was about to cry because of Killer Croc.

Midnight is not a benevolent guy, but his consistent "neutrality" makes him better at weighing things up.

When facing Constantine, he will plot against each other without any psychological pressure, because he knows that Constantine is a guy with no backing and only enemies everywhere.

He is naturally stress-free.

As for a guy like Killer Croc, in the past, Midnight would have turned him into a powerful resurrected corpse.

But now is really not the right time.

At least now, even wanting to use magic power has become difficult for Midnight, who doesn't feel that he can 100% defeat this guy in front of him.

You only need to take a look at Killer Croc's physical qualities to understand that this guy is not just ugly in appearance.

Not to mention that there was a large circle of people sitting there above their heads, conducting a series of discussions that sounded powerful but were actually useless.

Philosophy can help humans understand themselves, but it can never fill their stomachs.

Midnight has no interest in any of this.

But the Killer Crocodile in front of me is a bit interesting.

"No."

A concise answer. In the past, Midnight would probably have appreciated this guy's honesty.

Ranhong started to do it full of appreciation.

If you think about it carefully, some of the misfortunes that Midnight suffered all happened after getting involved with Constantine.

Especially this time, after being deceived and breaking his concept of "balance", everything went wrong.

"It looks like you don't have any money either."

Midnight said this and looked at the other person up and down.

This country values ​​interests above all else. As long as you have money, you can do it, let alone pull TV lines into the sewers, or directly build underground villas.

Looking at Killer Croc, although Midnight wanted to say something about the circus exhibit, Midnight's instinct told him to shut up.

Although this guy doesn't look very smart, he has the aura of other souls about him.

At least Killer Croc has killed people.

He has a bad temper, has been discriminated against, and has killed people, and now he can still run around.

This guy can't be easy to deal with.

"My money was robbed by a monster before."

Killer Croc said with an embarrassed look, lowering his eyes and letting out a few tears.

Midnight looked at Killer Croc, his expression becoming even more ugly.

Crocodile tears are just to relieve dry eyes, he knows this story.

Until now, Midnight has not treated Killer Crocodile as a human being. After all, such a guy looks like a monster and is not very likable.

"What monster?"

Midnight asked in line with Killer Croc's words, already silently holding a voodoo doll in his hand.

Although he and his brother don't deal with each other very well, that guy is his brother after all.

Voodoo magicians are very particular about blood relationships. Although the emphasis is not only on supporting each other, but also on occasion killing each other.

But the voodoo doctor doesn't need the blood of a blood relative to release any spells. After all, he is already at the top of the mage.

This voodoo doll is a life-saving prop, although Midnight doesn't know if this thing can be effective on the previous Imperial.

But dealing with the threat posed by Dr. Doom is more than enough.

Not to mention the Killer Croc in front of me.

"A humanoid monster dressed like a big bat but as strong as a giant elephant. He took away the money I earned and said he wanted to confiscate it."

Killer Crocodile said this and moved closer to the water.

Animal instinct? Or is it wild intuition?

That's it, Killer Croc is ready to get into the sewer at any time.

A different kind of atavism gives him top-notch underwater mobility.

Although this is not in line with the habits of a crocodile, we can't expect Killer Crocodile, a guy who has never even been to school, to know these problems.

"By the way, do you know where Arkham is?"

Killer Croc asked in a low voice, his eyes shining with "wisdom".

"That monster originally planned to send me to that place, saying that I could watch TV shows, but I didn't believe him."

Killer Croc said as he walked to the water's edge.

The next moment he plunged in with a sudden thrust.

At midnight, the hairs all over my body stood up as a result of the intense sense of crisis.

The feeling of being targeted by a large predator made this voodoo warlock feel very bad.

Midnight understood in an instant that he had become the other party's prey.

The previous conversation not only included his testing of Killer Crocodile, but also a judgment of Killer Crocodile's threat to him.

A lonely monster doesn't care whether the person in front of him has any background.

Midnight held the voodoo doll tightly in her hands, her face turning as dark as the bottom of a pot.

…

In SHIELD, Nick Fury quietly returned to his original position after properly placing Coulson.

It seemed that such a move was a bit unnecessary. It was obvious that just taking out one of his own "corpse" could solve the problem, but he still chose this slightly more complicated gameplay.

Because Nick Fury needs to gain a certain level of trust when Sonya and Auriel return to S.H.I.E.L.D.

There was something he wanted to tell Sonya and Auriel.

This period of speculation gave him a rough understanding of the barbarians. After all, this group has not yet broken away from the category of human beings.

It's just that the individual's strength is a little exceeded.

Bang~

Sonya landed heavily on the floor of SHIELD, and the huge force caused her legs to sink directly into the ground.

Sonya originally planned to have a few words with Constantine first, but something seemed wrong now.

There were still traces of the impact of the Sandman's sandbag, which Sonya couldn't help but care about.

The Sandman's power is purely related to dreams. For Sonya, this method can find a lot in common with the devil's deeds.

So her nerves were a little tense.

"What are you doing?"

Sonya said casually, already holding the mountain-splitting ax in her palm.

A burst of cold air swept through, waking up everyone who was trapped in their dreams.

"I seem to have had a nightmare, dreaming that the world is collapsing?"

Barbara, the bionic bird, rubbed her head and said, obviously she was still a little unaccustomed to having just been awakened from her sleep.

On the contrary, Melinda has realized what happened to her not long ago.

At least she could still clearly recall Constantine's mean smile in her memory.

"Where's Constantine? And Coulson!"

Melinda's face was a little gloomy, and she also heard what Barbara said.

I even had the same dream.

The image of the world turning into fragments and falling bit by bit from the edges is full of weird reality.

People in dreams will not be surprised by any weird things in the dream, such as seeing a horse riding a monkey, but they will laugh at those pictures after waking up.

Dreams are not the realm of waking life.

At this time, Melinda didn't want to delve into those mysterious things. It was only right to leave professional matters to professionals.

So Melinda's first sentence was asking where Constantine was.

The purpose of her visit to Constantine was definitely not to simply consult on related issues.

Melinda can use her iron fist to guarantee that Constantine's medicine jar will definitely be punished by the iron fist.

Coulson also disappeared at this time. Obviously Constantine, who was not at the scene at this time, has the greatest suspicion value.

There is surveillance inside Nick Fury's safe house, but only Nick Fury knows where he is teleported to.

That's why Nick Fury took Coulson away personally without any scruples.

In other words, he had no intention of hiding this matter forever.

After all, there is a Tony in this world who can use information from SHIELD as a tabloid in his spare time.

It was enough to know that no one was exposed for a short period of time.

Tony will always see that piece of surveillance, and then Nick Fury can have a good talk with Tony.

Smart people are easy to persuade because they know the trade-offs.

Tony is the best at this.

Nick Fury is confident that Tony will be in the same camp as him after knowing some information.

Nick Fury, who was posing as a corpse on the ground, realized that it was time for him to appear.

So he slowly opened his one eye, and his misty posture was very similar to that of Sleeping Beauty in the fairy tale when she woke up.

"Uh~"

Nick Fury made a little noise at the right time, and the sound sounded as weird as if Constantine had defecated.

So Nick Fury successfully attracted the attention of several people present.

But before he could speak, Auriel, who spread his wings of light, stole all his attention.

Auriel had a smile on her face and nodded gently to Sonya.

“A pleasure to work with~”

A mental wave was transmitted to Sonya's mind. Sonya curled her lips and glanced at Auriel's belly with eyes that no one knew except the person involved.

A child of hope and courage.

Sonya hoped that the child would not inherit the shortcomings of either parent.

Correspondingly, Sonya was also worried about Auriel.

Giving birth to a new life is definitely not an easy task.

Auriel's power will weaken as the child matures, until the day the child is born.

In this process, I hope to become the target of public criticism.

Especially when Diavolo already has sight in the human world, it is impossible to hide this matter for long.

"The power of dreams? I really don't know what to say."

Auriel was as gentle as before, and with a wave of his hand, he eliminated the impact of the sandbag.

"Sonya, you are stronger than before. I will make concessions this time, but I can't let hope come with good intentions and leave disappointed."

Auriel was acting a play with Sonya.

Auriel needed the power of SHIELD as the foundation for the world's hope.

It is more convenient to cooperate with an organization higher than a single country than to create a religion from scratch. And as long as SHIELD is fully operational, the efficiency will definitely be satisfactory.

"Listen to my bottom line! Humans have the right to make their own choices. No matter whether there is a cliff or a smooth road ahead, you can't make a choice for humans."

Sonya said unhappily.

These words were given to her by Auriel in the field.

In order to let Sonya cooperate with the performance, Auriel even crushed all the weeping angels into powder, and then used the power of hope to help Sonya strengthen that field.

For Auriel, this was a support for a friend, but in Sonya's eyes, this was the cost of hiring her.

Although Sonya was very satisfied with such a reward, she was still reluctant to act.

This was too troublesome.

"Of course."

Auriel said softly, and the light on her body became a little dazzling.

The whole room was occupied by her in devastation.

Sonya was not good at disguise, so in order to prevent the smart people present from seeing anything, Auriel used some tricks.

And Nick Fury's previously prepared remarks were all disrupted at this time.

Unknown to him, the barbarians and the angels reached a cooperation intention on the future of mankind? And as the guardian of mankind (self-proclaimed), he actually knew nothing about it?

Nick Fury just felt that his scalp began to itch.

The last time he felt this way was when he rubbed his scalp with ginger in order to make his life substitute grow hair like a normal person.

"Well, I want to know what you talked about?"

Nick Fury gave up his "slowly waking up" script, and while speaking, he tried to stand up with both arms.

But this body that was ravaged by Constantine could not let him complete such a simple action.

He used a lot of force in those kicks before.

If Nick Fury was a little slower, there would be no problem, but now it was a bit hasty after all.

Constantine's physical fitness is average, but as a guy who deals with angels and demons on the front line, he has not only studied the weaknesses of outsiders.

Human weaknesses are also within his research scope.

Nick Fury groaned before defecating and almost fell back to the ground.

It was embarrassing, and the action was very natural, not deliberate at all.

The image of a "weak person" helps to take advantage of the kindness of others.

Archangels and barbarians seem to be kind to humans. Nick Fury doesn't mind being embarrassed. As long as there is a small possibility of gaining more for humans, he has no scruples.

"Human, your hope is too heavy. Such a body cannot support your lofty ideals."

Auriel said meaningfully, and a pair of eyes seemed to penetrate the single eye of Nick Fury's body and connect with the original body far away on the moon.

Constantine is not the only one struggling in despair. Nick Fury, who knows more, has no less faith in hope than Constantine.

It can even be said to be more dazzling!

This hope has been entangled with the brilliance and darkness of human nature. Such Nick Fury is quite pleasing to Oriel.

Although he is not a good person, Oriel can't hate the guy who practices his ideals and holds on to hope.

Nick Fury was a little absent-minded, but he came back to his senses immediately.

"It seems not very polite to pry into the soul rashly, ma'am."

Nick Fury said with a cold face, his body was very relaxed, and there was no sign of anything.

The king of agents finally took it seriously at this time and showed his due style.

Disguise is useless, so show some human dignity!

Human beings are not meant to be manipulated by other guys at will, and Nick Fury is constantly striving for this goal!