Chapter 840: A group of unarmed ruffians, some questions to ask

Ireland.

Randolph takes Aaron and Coulson's team to a church.

"I haven't been here for a long time, and it's still the same as before."

"Where's the cane?" Ward asked bluntly.

"Upstairs." Randolph led the way, taking everyone up the stairs to a safe on the second floor.

"It's so quiet." Skye said in a deep voice.

"Otherwise, how could the berserker trust them with the secret? They swore an oath of silence." Randolph said as he opened the safe.

But the next moment his eyes widened, there was nothing in the safe.

"But if you force them to speak... they will scream (tell on you)." Jacob Nystrom walked out of a side door triumphantly, holding two pieces of silver canes in his hands.

The second section of the cane was taken away by someone else first. After they returned, they immediately looked up a lot of information and finally determined the location of the third section of the cane.

It now appears that they were the first to find it before the stripes.

Although the two parts of the cane are more difficult to bear, the power obtained will be stronger.

As soon as he finished speaking, Jacob Nestram raised his cane, pointed the sharp part at Randolph's heart, and stabbed it hard.

boom!

With a loud bang, a golden bullet shot out from the muzzle and hit the broken cane.

Sparks flew, and the powerful impact caused the cane to deviate from its direction, and Jacob Nestram was also knocked back to the edge of the fence.

"What era is this? You're still using cold weapons." Aaron looked at him with disdain, then showed off his gun skills in front of him, "Guess, which is faster, your movements or my bullets?"

"Mortals." Jacob Nystrom sneered, "Mortals cannot understand the greatness of God. Do you think your weapons can threaten God?"

"That depends on what kind of god it is." Aaron smacked his lips. "It would be a waste of bullets to kill a scum like you who thinks he is great just because he has gained a little insignificant power."

"Agent Coulson, excuse me, can I kill him?"

"Uh...try your best..."

Before he could finish his words, Jacob Nestram rushed over roaring, holding two pieces of walking sticks.

Snapped!

Seeing this, Aaron slapped him and knocked him from the second floor to the first floor.

However, Jacob Nestram had absorbed the power of the two pieces of canes, so he was not seriously injured after falling from a floor several meters high. He climbed up in a few seconds as if nothing had happened.

"It seems that the cane is slightly more useful than I thought." Aaron looked at Randolph half-jokingly, "This cane's ability to withstand blows has been improved by several levels!"

Randolph spread his hands. "Divine weapons are also divided into different levels. Anyone can use the Berserker's staff. This staff can be used to strengthen the combat power of an army. This results in its single-unit power being relatively weak. It cannot be compared with Thor's hammer Mjolnir at all."

At this moment, the door of the church was suddenly pushed open violently, and dozens of sturdy men walked in aggressively.

They gathered around Jacob Nestram and waited for his orders.

Jacob Nestram grinned, holding the two pieces of silver canes tightly in his hands. The advantage is mine!

"Go ahead and kill them."

Upon receiving the order, dozens of pagans rushed to the second floor like starving zombies, trying to vent their anger with blood and screams.

"Coulson?" Aaron tilted his head and looked at him meaningfully.

"Actually, their crimes...don't deserve the death penalty!"

"Okay! It's just a matter of shifting the target from the head to the limbs, no problem." Aaron said, ignoring Coulson's confused expression and pointed the gun at the pagans below.

boom! boom! boom!

Gunshots continued to ring out, and the fastest cultists fell to the ground one by one.

Bright red blood oozed from their thighs, and the intense pain caused them to break out of their angry state and wail in agony.

However, Higanbana only had eight bullets, so after the shooting, Aaron had to go into battle himself.

Holding two acupuncture guns in his hands, Aaron jumped directly from the second floor and landed steadily on the ground.

When Jacob Nestram saw him coming down, the anger in his heart was instantly ignited, and the two pieces of silver walking sticks glowed scarlet, guiding him to rush towards Aaron.

The cane chopped down with force, drawing a silver light in the air and hitting him directly on the head.

Aaron dodged to the side and the acupuncture gun stabbed Jacob Nestram's arm from bottom to top, and then turned around and stabbed his other arm.

A feeling of paralysis came over him instantly. Even though his body was strengthened by the cane, Jacob Nestram's arms trembled slightly. The two pieces of the silver cane fell to the ground as he looked in disbelief.

Aaron quickly tightened the two pieces of the cane into the space ring, and then kicked it out.

Jacob Nystrom was wedged into a wall and passed out.

Aaron didn't care at all about the pagans rushing towards him. Anesthetic needles were shot out one after another in a very short period of time. The thin silver needles glowed coldly under the candlelight, and the tip of the acupuncture gun even produced blue sparks.

Two minutes later, Aaron exhaled slowly and put away the acupuncture gun as if nothing had happened. As for the pagans lying on the ground around him, he completely ignored them.

"It's done."

Aaron turned around and saw Coulson and others looking at him in amazement.

"Ahem! Don't make such a fuss.

I am an alchemist after all, I have some decent equipment, so it is normal for me to know some martial arts!"

"Do you think this explains it?" Fitz asked with a dry laugh, "They are all powerful people who have been affected by the Berserker's staff!

You just...solved it like that?"

"Crushing with ease." Simmons added in a daze.

"You are really unsophisticated." Aaron curled his lips in disdain. "Under a certain level, weapons are still very useful, but these people are obviously not that strong, they are just a bunch of unarmed brutes.

If we had set up a Gatling gun with blue flames here, we could kill twice as many as we could, not to mention these dozens."

Fitz and Simmons looked at each other and nodded blankly.

Although they knew something was definitely wrong, they couldn't think of any rebuttal for a moment.

click!

At this time, another door opened and Jacob Nystrom's girlfriend Petra Larsson walked in.

She looked at Jacob Nestram, who was embedded in the wall and whose life or death was unknown, and her expression became ferocious.

"Sorry, I almost forgot about you." Aaron said a little embarrassedly, then took out the red spider lily and loaded a light golden bullet into the gun barrel.

"I'm not afraid of you!"

Petra looked at Aaron coldly, roared and rushed forward without any fear at all.

boom!

The bullet hit him right between the eyebrows, leaving a bright red blood hole.

Petra, who was accelerating, suddenly lost power and slid uncontrollably on the floor for several meters before stopping.

"I don't know what you mean. Doesn't she know I know Kung Fu? She is definitely not this brave normally." Aaron curled his lips, then turned his head to look at Coulson, "This guy is a murderer. He deserves to die."

"Uh..." Coulson looked at Petra's wide eyes in confusion, "I only saw that she died with her eyes open."

"Don't worry about the details. All in all, the matter has been resolved satisfactorily, right?"

Coulson shook his head helplessly, speechless.

That's indeed what was said, Aaron got three pieces of the cane, and the Norwegian pagan hate group was completely wiped out, but why did it feel like they were just here for sightseeing the whole time!

......

airbus.

Aaron took out the three pieces of the cane. They seemed to have a strong attraction to each other and automatically joined together to form a cane that was nearly two meters long.

[Collect the Berserker's staff;

Completing the mission rewards 300 magic points; there is no penalty for mission failure; Completed]

"receive."

"Congratulations to the host for completing the mission and obtaining 300 magic points."

Aaron nodded slightly and put the Berserker's staff into the space ring, successfully adding one to his collection.

Then he looked at Elliot Randolph, who was sitting opposite him with a reserved look on his face, and said, "Don't be nervous. I just have some questions I want to ask you. After all, you are a walking encyclopedia."

"That's great. I also have some questions I want to ask you." Randolph looked around carefully, "There shouldn't be any surveillance here!"

"Don't worry, this is my room. SHIELD doesn't have the guts to install surveillance cameras in my room."

Randolph smiled and nodded, looking at Aaron curiously, "Are you Gaius?"

"Nonsense, of course I am."

"No, no, you know what I mean? You must have heard Coulson interrogating me." Randolph lowered his voice and asked very seriously, "Are you Gaius?"

Aaron blinked in confusion, complaining silently in his heart.

"Nonsense, of course I'm not.

Don’t I know whether my ancestors are related to you or not?”

call!

Hearing this, Randolph was not disappointed, but instead breathed a sigh of relief.

Aaron was no ordinary man, but he certainly didn't look like the kind of Gaius he thought he was.

"But then again, is Gaius really your best friend in Midgard for over a thousand years?"

"No, I made up a plausible reason on the spot. I have always stayed away from this surname."

"Really? But what's so special about Gaius?

I am friends with Thor, the God of Thunder. I have personally captured Loki, the God of Trickery, and have met Sif and the Three Warriors of Asgard a few times.

When they found out my last name was Gaius, they all expressed some degree of surprise, but then they acted puzzled and said it was just a coincidence. "

"This...it's better if you don't know."

"What if I must know?"

"Then I can't tell you much." Randolph shrugged helplessly and smiled bitterly, "I'm just an ordinary stonemason. I got bored after chiseling stones for thousands of years, so I wanted to go out for a walk. That's why I signed up to join the army and came to the courtyard."

"Then tell me what you know. I have to know why there is such a misunderstanding!"

Randolph hesitated for a moment and said solemnly: “Gaius is a wizard family that has produced two powerful wizards.

There was a man in the ancient times, whose name was unknown, but who was able to be on par with the ancient gods at the beginning of the universe with his own strength.

The other one appeared thousands of years ago, Horn Gaius. This one was not so exaggerated, but he was no pushover either.

He tortured most of the new gods that appeared on Earth, and many gods were forced to leave Earth and establish kingdoms in the universe. "

Although it was not the first time he heard it, Aaron still couldn't help but feel terrified. The level of the two ancestors' behavior was really high. It was estimated that there was no god that they would not offend, whether it was the ancient god or the new god.

"Fortunately, I'm not familiar with them." Aaron said insincerely, "Wait, why do you think I'm that kind of Gaius (I will change if I can)?"

“There are many people in the courtyard with the last name of Gaius, but they are all ordinary people and not worthy of attention.

But you are different. You are not affected by the Berserker's staff, which proves your uniqueness. That's why I have a little doubt."

"Haha!" Aaron forced a smile. "How could I be so worthy as to be associated with such a person?"

"That's not the case. You are also very outstanding in the entire atrium."

"Thank you for the compliment, but you should try to keep the legend of 'Gaius' a secret. Don't let others know about it. It would be really unkind to me."

"Don't worry, I know what to say." Randolph said, "I know what I can say and what I can't say."

"I have my doubts about that," Aaron rolled his eyes at him and said, "What decent person can turn a legend into an autobiography?"

"You can't really blame me for this." Randolph said with a smile, "Hundreds of years ago, I fell in love with a French girl. She liked listening to stories, so I told her a very long and special story.

But I didn't expect at that time that his pastor brother had recorded everything, and even... revered me like a saint.

It’s hard to explain in a few words, but in short, I want to get along with them as an ordinary person.

You can trust me completely. I will not cause trouble for others. This is my bottom line."

"Okay! Since you've said this, I'll reluctantly believe you!"

"Thank you." Randolph was slightly relieved. "By the way, what did you want to ask me?"

"Goddess of Death, Hela Odinson."

Bang!

Randolph staggered and fell off his chair, with a look of deep fear in his eyes.

"How do you know this person, no, this goddess?"

"Uh...it was just a coincidence.

I've been to Asgard before, and I saw Hela's image on an ancient stone wall." Aaron said mysteriously, "I'm curious why there is no record of her in Norse mythology."

“The Goddess of Death is a forbidden existence in the entire Asgard.

Thousands of years have passed, and almost everyone who knew her is dead. Even those who are still alive have probably forgotten her existence."

"What do you know about her?"

"She..." Randolph looked at Aaron in surprise, "Why are you asking her?"

"To be honest, Sol and I are friends, and her sister..."

"Don't tell him." Randolph said seriously, "King Odin must have his reasons for erasing the existence of the goddess of death. If you tell Thor, there might be some twists and turns."