Chapter 190 Imposter (Second update!)

"A resident called the police about the continuous noise from the neighbor's house...someone was robbed in the street by two armed robbers..."

The director of S.H.I.E.L.D. and the mystic stood on the outskirts of the city, looking at the sparse lights in the town. The difference is that Salomon sat on the horse with a lazy expression, while Nick Fury leaned on the black jeep and kept flipping through the tablet in his hand, trying to find some clues from it.

"OK, stop, I didn't let you access the police files to look at these trivial matters." Salomon looked at Nick Fury's wide-eyed eyes, and he said with great disdain, "A gun robbery happened in the United States. Isn't it a normal thing? We are here to find this hell creature, not to maintain law and order, and that is not my business."

"The devil is in the details, Salomon." Nick Fury shook his head, "Sorting out what you want from all the clues is a compulsory course for agents. You are still too young, when I It is because of this that you are advised to go to S.H.I.E.L.D. Academy, you have to learn a lot of things, instead of staying in a noble school and playing games."

"Is every agent Sherlock Holmes? I just know one Sherlock Holmes, no, it's two versions of three people." Salomon couldn't help complaining, "You think I'm an aristocrat? School is a waste of time, but I tell you, I need this almost constant environment to learn magic, because it's safe enough there, and I don't have much time to waste on adventures."

"Sherlock Holmes, the most famous private detective in Britain, I didn't know you had a cooperative relationship with him."

"No, I just said it casually."

"Okay, this is it!" Nick Fury stepped forward and handed the tablet to Salomon on the horse, "I promise this time it's not some hysterical obese middle-aged woman who called the police because of superstition. This time is different. The local police have already reported this case, and we have to solve this matter before the FBI arrives. You don’t want ordinary people to die too much, do you?”

"I don't mind when it's necessary." Salomon said something that made Nick Fury's hair stand on end while flipping through the materials, "Ha, tentacles stretched out from the flames and pulled people into the kitchen fire. It's really worthy It was the work of hell creatures."

"Is this the devil we are going to face?"

"Not all creatures from hell are devils." Salomon handed the tablet back, correcting Nick Fury's common sense error, "The power of the lower plane will affect other extra dimensions, such as the elemental plane, such as The dream plane, all planes are not incompatible. For example, the spirit world, where demons hunt souls all the time, but this kind of scene is something you can’t see in the spirit world of the earth, and we have cleaned it up ——Of course, this also caused many souls to have nowhere to go, and they had to wander for a long time before they could return to the place of eternal silence. That is to say, the haunted things you saw may be true. The devil earned 5 billion euros in Italy, but those priests don’t have much ability, and most of the incidents are solved by Karma Taj, and there is no charge.”

"So, our opponent is a dream monster affected by the power of hell?" Nick Fury asked, "Is it difficult to deal with?"

"No." Salomon activated a scroll, and the spell on this scroll could absorb the damage from the flames. Being touched by the fire of hell is not fun. "It's not that that's difficult to deal with," he said, "but the incarnation of the king of hell is also in the world at this moment, and it's hard for me not to think about the relationship."

"Monther F*uck! How much more did you not tell me!" Nick Fury broke out in a cold sweat after hearing what Salomon said, "The king of hell is in the world?!"

"What's the use of telling you, and you can't solve this matter." Salomon glanced at the bald head of the director of the Shield Bureau, "Stop talking nonsense, let's hurry to the scene of the crime."

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"Welcome, Detective Philip Coulson." The policeman in a long-sleeved jacket looked suspiciously at the black man in leather and the boy in red robe in front of him. Although he was a little skeptical, the situation was urgent and the other party showed his ID, so he didn't mind cooperating.

"Who is this……"

"Detective John Constantine." Salomon shook the young policeman's hand, "Forgive me, I was at a masquerade not long ago. This is an emergency, and the only equipment I have on me is this pair Sunglasses."

"I hope you didn't forget to bring your gun, that guy is not easy to deal with." The police dropped the matter of clothing. When he turned his head away, Salomon lowered his head and winked at Nick Fury through the gap in his sunglasses—this was his magic, otherwise, even the plainclothes FBI would have no problem seeing him like this. You will be asked to contact the FBI to verify your identity.

"Didn't you already catch that lunatic?" Nick Fury took over the conversation.

"Crazy? No, we don't know if he's crazy or if we're crazy." The young policeman took Salomon and Nick Fury to meet his boss, and he introduced the situation as he walked, looking very Friendly, "His roommate disappeared, we found another pile of ashes in the kitchen, and then he went crazy again, saying that he dreamed that the flames ate his roommate - I don't know if he was on drugs. "

"Damn junkies."

"His urine test results haven't come out, but I think it's close to 10, he must be over the top." The police said, "But what is puzzling is that we did find his roommate's DNA in the kitchen... ...this is the highest priority... Guess where we found the DNA? It's a piece of meat with skin on it and tattoos on it. Maybe this madman is right and the flames actually ate his Roommate. Now his detention time is coming soon, and we have no evidence, you still have one last time to ask him."

After Nick Fury and the mystic expertly used fake documents and "charm humans" to deal with the local police, they took Salomon to the interrogation room to face the suspect. When Salomon saw him, he knew that this matter was true. Nick Fury's judgment was not wrong-he was pale and trembling, and beads of sweat kept falling, perhaps Even the police were worried that he would die of dehydration, so they prepared a glass of water for him. When Salomon walked in, he saw the empty water glass.

Before Nick Fury pretended to sit across the table and ask about the incident, Salomon walked over. He stretched out his frighteningly pale gloves and grabbed the suspect's curly yellow hair. Before Nick Fury could stop him, he brought his nose closer.

"Brimstone." Salomon let go of the suspect, "It's him, that's right."

"What's right?" The suspect's eyes widened in horror. "What's right? What are you talking about? Where's my lawyer?"

Salomon ignored him, but looked at Nick Fury, and said, "We're going to make him dream so we can get that thing out."

"Wait, I'm contacting the technical department." Nick Fury lowered his head to operate the mobile phone, and he motioned for Salomon to sit down at the table like him, making a gesture of flipping through the files. After a while, he raised his head and showed the phone to Salomon—now, the surveillance camera in the interrogation room has been controlled, and the technicians of S.H.I.E.L.D. replaced the original picture with a looped picture.

"You can use it to your heart's content."

"What are you going to do?" The suspect yelled in horror, but before he could make any more movements, he saw a rose petal fall from Salomon's hand. Immediately afterwards, he knew nothing.

Sorry, sorry, fell asleep after get off work, too sleepy.