Chapter 40 The Man's Mouth Deceiving Ghost

The "relaxation" activities arranged by His Holiness for Salomon are actually an act of strengthening his psychological construction.

It's just that Baron Mordo and Casilios are a little dissatisfied, because in their opinion, Salomon's age is too young, and children of this age should not have blood on their hands.

"I said before Salomon was born that everyone's starting point is different, and he is destined not to be immersed in an ordinary life.

Although this is not a good thing, he can only accept it passively. This is the suffering he must go through. The venerable pushed the tea in front of his two disciples, "In Salomon's mind, there is nothing more relaxing than staying in the room and playing games, so I will indulge him to pursue his hobbies." You can guess how long he will stay in the room when he comes back from Colin Town this time? "

Modu and Casilios looked at each other silently. Originally, hunting vampires and werewolves should be done by them, or by the deacons of the New York Temple, but these responsibilities were placed on Salomon by the supreme mage.

They applied several times, but were all rejected by His Holiness, which inevitably made them a little worried. Especially when he came back every day, Salomon would always bring a bunch of seafood back to Karma Taj, which made Modu feel that Salomon was too foolish and underestimated his opponents.

"Relax." The venerable saw what they were thinking, "Don't think that Salomon's performance in the body protection class can show his strength, he is letting you. If you let Salomon unlock the holy Hen will fight you hand to hand, you will not be his opponents."

"My lord, what exactly are the stigmata?" After thinking for a while, Casilios asked the question, "I think the stigmata on Salomon's body are completely different from the stigmata in the general sense. A vision at birth, I think..."

"You guessed it right, Casilios." The venerable said, "That's why I appeared there. We must not allow any external dimensional forces to interfere with the earth."

"But, will Salomon betray mankind?" Modu frowned and asked, "The same is true for the one in the Bible. I'm worried..."

"No, he won't. Salomon is a real human being, but there are some special ones." The supreme mage said, "Salomon is an unbelievers, which is very important, and I am very satisfied that he has this belief. Most people do not have it. They always think that those powerful beings are gods, and that worshiping those extradimensional creatures can obtain salvation. This ignorant idea is still recognized by most people today.

Including you, Modu, and Casilios, even after you know that God is also an extradimensional creature and stop worshiping him, belief has carved a hole in your heart, and this hole needs to be filled, and this This desire will become more urgent. There has never been an omnipotent god in this world. If there is, it must be a lie. "

Her Majesty's tone gradually became harsher, and she said: "Besides, we and Emperor Weisan are just a transactional relationship. Emperor Weisan is only our suzerain, and even he is not worthy of worship."

The driver took Salomon for a ride in the street, he turned on the radio, beer in hand, and drove crookedly. After a while, he turned his head, looked at Salomon who was looking out the window and asked, "Brother, are you leaving?"

"Yes, I'm leaving." Salomon looked very relaxed, because he had finished all the things in Colin Town. Any werewolves that could be found have long since been wiped out, though many were implicated.

A werewolf's child could not be an ordinary human being, and he didn't believe a word that the werewolf named Wood said, and Salomon couldn't spare any young werewolves who might bite people in the future to survive. The town is not big, and the driver took him around several times, and he drank several cans of beer. The same scenery passed in front of Salomon several times. But Salomon didn't feel impatient, he just liked that kind of boring life, he didn't have any other concerns in this world except Karma Taj, the only thing that interested him was It's magic.

"Are you going back to New York?" he asked.

"No, the weather in London is more suitable for me. It's lazy and gentle. Although it often rains, it's not a big problem." Salomon unbuckled his seat belt and stretched his waist, "Let's send it to the front .”

"How do you want to go back?" The driver took another sip of his wine, the taxi accelerated suddenly, but slowed down again. Obviously, he had drunk a little too much, and he could no longer tell the difference between refueling and braking. Salomon was not injured, he was still sitting on the seat, motionless.

"Secret, brother." Salomon stuffed a few banknotes into the driver's breast pocket, "You're too drunk, stop."

"Wait, wait!" The driver kept waving after he stopped. Salomon watched curiously as he tore a piece of paper from the drawer, and after hurriedly looking for his mobile phone, he wrote and drew on it.

After a while, he handed over a small note with his name and phone number written on it, "I know a man in London. It is said that this man is very powerful. You can contact him next time you do this kind of task."

Looking at the name on the note, Salomon opened his mouth in surprise.

Recently, fires broke out frequently in Colin Town, and most of the corpses were set on fire by Salomon, and only a few werewolves who were followed by Salomon into the wild would be thrown into the sea by him. And Salomon's hunting behavior also made the local police in a hurry. After all, there are still unresolved unsolved cases that have accumulated for several years.

The media has repeatedly exaggerated the incompetence of the local police, making the atmosphere in the town a little tense.

But after all, it didn't affect the life of the residents in the town, it just added a little chatter after dinner. After all, this is the United States, even if you walk on the street, you may be shot.

And the only driver who knows the truth... You know, some people like to brag after drinking, and the more they drink, the bigger the bragging.

Now, not only the majority of middle-aged and elderly men in the town know about the fact that the S.H.I.E.L.D. Get a drink even in a wheelchair.

In bars these days, everyone can describe the appearance of a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent as if they've seen it with their own eyes.

There are half-bald white middle-aged men with extremely high hairlines, suits and leather shoes, and kind smiles; there are also black men who are completely bald, blind in one eye, wearing blindfolds and leather jackets.

Others say that those who died were actually killed by foreign spies. If you drink a few more glasses of whiskey, the murderer will be upgraded to an alien. In short, how to exaggerate, the quality of the story varies with the price of wine Variety.

Of course, this group of middle-aged and elderly men also includes the main components of the local police. This made the Colin Town police very confused and angry, and they also had to send a letter to protest the S.H.I.E.L.D.'s violation of law enforcement.

The modus operandi of these homicides is very similar, and it can be speculated that the same person committed the crime. In fact, this kind of serial murder case was actually reported to the FBI, but the Colin Town police did not report the incidents in their jurisdiction to the Federation, let alone the S.H.I.E.L.D.

Because in the past thirty-one years, there have been murders in the small town every year, but none of the cases have been solved.

It is for this reason that the police decided to press down on all the cases—if the media find out that these things happened in the past, if such a waste of taxpayers' money is discovered, the mayor's vote will be lost! Do they need more money for the police station!

Deception is a common practice all over the world, as long as politicians can learn it without a teacher. No one wants a town full of FBI, tabloid reporters, fake psychics and half-dead TV stations.

There have always been bad things in Maine, and Colin Town is really not too conspicuous.

But the protest of the Colin Town police was of no use, because SHIELD was not headed by the Federation, but the World Security Council. After receiving the letter from the Colin Town police, S.H.I.E.L.D. was even more confused. They did not send agents to Colin Town—that could only show that someone had used their identity falsely.

Therefore, an agent who had just finished his mission was sent to Colin Township to investigate the matter.

"That's right, that's right, that's him I saw! A nice guy in a suit with a high hairline!" An old man with sunglasses and white hair shouted while leaning on a cane.

"Father! You are standing up!"

"ah?"

Ask for a recommendation ticket! Ask for investment!

The output of the three views in the last chapter is comparable to washing powder, but the Small Animal Protection Association must have run away.