The Necromancer in American Comics

Chapter 88 Witch Heart Demon

"Wait a minute."

Having reached the high platform, Coulson, who was looking down from upstairs, said into the intercom.

The intruder had no weapons on him, and was alone, so he could clean up anytime he wanted.

Rather than killing or capturing the intruder, he wanted to see what he could do.

Moreover, there is Colin Black, and this may also be an opportunity to test him.

in heavy rain.

Listening to Coulson's voice in the headset, Barton raised his eyebrows and did not relax, still maintaining his shooting posture.

In the mud.

After stopping sending people over, the tendency of victory went to Thor, the son of Odin.

Even though he has been deprived of his divine power, his combat skills accumulated over the past thousand years are still far beyond the physical fitness of ordinary people, making it as easy for him to deal with ordinary agents as adults beat children.

After overthrowing the last agent who blocked his way, with anticipation on his face, he rushed into the board room where Thor's Hammer was installed.

The hammer was standing in the middle of the room, which made him happy, and it also showed that his father had not really given up on him.

As for the other person who was also staying in the room, he just took a look and left him behind.

As long as it doesn't affect him getting the hammer, don't bother.

That's what he thought, and the person next to him really didn't mean to hinder him.

Swinging his long blond hair full of rain, he came to the hammer with a confident smile on his face.

He is about to get back his divine power, and after that, he will come to Jane like a god, tell her that he is Thor, and help her get back what belongs to her.

He could already imagine what kind of expression Jian would have when he arrived.

He is not stupid, knowing that Jane and the others treat him as a mental illness.

And all of this will be reversed when he raises Thor's Hammer!

come back!My Thor's...

Ok? ? ?
He tugged vigorously, but the hammer didn't move. Thor's hammer, which used to move with his thoughts, was like a dead thing at this moment.

No, it's not true!
He couldn't believe it, and tried again, but under this cold reality, all struggles were futile.

"Go ahead."

On the second floor made of simple iron frames, Coulson gave instructions through the walkie-talkie with some disappointment.

The agents who had been prepared for a long time filed in, handcuffed Thor, who had lost all resistance, and took him away.

Coulson walked into the room after that, looked at Colin, and said tentatively: "I thought you would beat him out when he came in."

He still had a problem with the intruder.

"Shoot out? Am I that barbaric in your eyes?"

Maintaining the extraordinary perspective, Colin, who was watching the drastic changes inside the hammer when Thor touched it, heard Coulson's voice, raised his head and replied.

He knew what Coulson wanted to ask, but now that he was in a bad mood, he didn't want to say it.

Although with the reminder of the information he leaked before, even if he didn't say it, they would be able to guess it sooner or later.

"Do you have anything else?"

Colin, who lowered his head and stared at the hammer again, felt the eyes watching him, and looked towards Coulson.

Coulson thought for a moment when he heard these words, which were almost tantamount to pushing people away, then turned and left.

Silence was restored in the prefab room, and after a while, he raised his head.

After Thor touched Thor's Hammer just now, he saw the seal placed by the god king in Thor's body.

That power was so powerful that in an instant, the pride and complacency brought about by his substantial increase in strength during this period disappeared.

But it's not a sense of loss or fear.

How long has he practiced, and how long has that god king lived.

If there is the same time basis, he believes that he will be able to beat the opponent.

But the problem now is that his time is far from abundant, and Thanos and the space fleet led by him are like a mountain on his head.

These threats cannot be solved by simply raising a few levels.

Take a deep breath and put all these thoughts in your heart.

The problem has always been there, and now it's just reminding him again.

What needs to be done now is not to give up this rare opportunity.

His thoughts gathered, and his whole body was once again immersed in the reverse analysis of the hammer.

……

night.

In a small town near New Mexico, a dozen agents in black surrounded a square.

They act meticulously, keep talking on the phone at all times, and wear some special things related to religion.

Wu Xinmo stood in the middle of the square with his hands behind his back, watching all this with a kind of eyes that looked at interesting things.

After destroying a human gang that was secretly investigating it, he got the news about the San Van Gonza contract, which was beyond his expectations.

But even if he got the information, those gangs didn't know who took away the contract, which made him feel a little troublesome.

Coincidentally, a new group of people came to investigate it at this time.

And according to his observation, it is still this country, oh no, it should be said that it is a member of this government.

Therefore, he took the initiative to reveal some whereabouts and led these people over.

With this group of amiable villains taking the initiative to send information, he believes that he will be able to catch that little guy who hides his head and shows his tail in a short time.

Seeing the agents gradually surrounding him, his body flickered and disappeared as a phantom.

The face of the person in charge of this operation changed slightly, and he whispered to his companions around to stay alert.

But what surprised him was that there was no voice from the intercom that was supposed to answer.

"Are you looking for me?"

A playful voice came from behind him, and he subconsciously brushed back a bottle of holy water that was said to have been enshrined in the Vatican, and as the bottle burst, the sound of steam rang from Witch Heart Demon's body.

"Well, the holy water tastes good, but the purity is not so good." Witch Heart Demon touched the water drop with his finger, put it in his mouth and tasted it, and then gave a speech.

The agent watched the pupils constrict, but under the extreme tension, the whole person calmed down a bit.

"We have no malicious intentions, just want to talk to your Excellency." He said so.

Although various mythological classics and various long-standing legends have explained the devil, what a terrifying existence the devil is.

But human beings are always too ignorant at times.

Even though he was on guard, he still thought about whether he could have a conversation with the devil, and even make a deal.

And the smarter you are, the more confident you are, the more you will think that you are different from all the idiots who were played around by the devil before.

"Talk about it?" A smile appeared on the corner of Wu Xinmo's mouth.

In the old days, he was really very interested.

Being able to play a country is a very interesting game.

Unfortunately, now is not the time to play games...

Sighing slightly, he reached out and grabbed the agent's jaw.

At this moment, the dark eyes seemed to possess infinite magic power. As the two looked at each other, the agent's eyes gradually became dull.

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(End of this chapter)