The Necromancer in American Comics

Chapter 92 Requirements
In the simple base, a black shadow flickered under the moonlight. Every time a trace appeared, it represented the end of a life.

The agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. also took out the secret weapons prepared in advance after a brief panic, and attacked the shadow.

There was a roar below, and Coulson watched from above, his fists gradually clenched.

According to what Thor said and some information provided by Colin, the prepared weapons could cause harm to the devil.

This can be seen from the fact that the opponent didn't even hide before, and now he can avoid attacks.

But what makes people desperate is that although they have obtained weapons that can make effective attacks, the Witch Heart Demon's movement speed is so fast that they can't even aim.

Even if you have a weapon, what's the difference between being unable to hit the enemy's weapon and not having one?
If it goes on like this, it won't be long before everyone will be killed by this devil in this joking way of massacre.

"I need your help, Mr. Black." Coulson stepped forward and said.

Even if he thought it highly unlikely that Colin Black would help, even if it was all because of Colin.

But now, it's obviously not the time to worry about these things. Every second of delay, someone will die.

Even now he doubts whether they can persist until the nearby army comes to support them, or can they be reversed when the army arrives?

Although it was too late to regret now, he still couldn't help thinking that even though he and the director had paid enough attention to these devils, they still underestimated each other in the end.

"Well, are you talking to me?"

Beside the simple guardrail on the second floor, he turned his head as he was concentrating on observing the killing method of the Witch Heart Demon.

He has some speculations about his own strength, but he has not really experienced many battles, and most of them are speculations on paper, and the actual fight is still unknown.

And now, Wu Xinmo's behavior can be regarded as providing him with a sample.

Although he is not as flashy as the Witch Heart Demon, he can melt his body into smoke, and he can deceptively go to another place with a swish.

But with his current physical fitness, the [-]-meter distance only takes two to three seconds, and he can run at full speed. With the advance perception of danger, it is not difficult to achieve the following fighting method.

Looking at it this way, he seemed to underestimate himself a little bit.

Not right either!
He mentally denies the idea.

This is true in areas with such a limited range, but once it is switched to an open area, various missile shells will be bombarded in a saturated manner, damn it or die.

But seriously, in this kind of battle right now, if there is no strong person of the same level to stop him, even if the enemy has a weapon that can threaten him, he doesn't seem to care too much.

"Yes, I hope you can help us, and you can ask for it."

Seeing that Colin didn't put his mind on it, Coulson was furious for a while, but he still said it without showing anything on his face, and bluntly proposed that Colin could make a request, and that he would be ripped off. The opportunity took the initiative to send it up.

This is also impossible.

Normally, he would have [-] million words to talk to Colin slowly, but now, every second of delay may cause one more death or injury to the colleagues below. Let's get rid of this devil, and the rest will be considered after the fact.

Coulson was waiting for a response. Colin turned his head to look at Coulson and Thor who was following him, and said indifferently: "I have nothing to ask you, so I will accept your request." reject."

Hearing this, Coulson clenched his fists violently, and was about to persuade him again.

At this time, Thor, who was standing behind him, spoke with a disappointed face.

"Hey, buddy, I felt good about you at first, but you really make me feel bad now. Even if you have any conflicts, you should wait to resolve them later, instead of watching the devil slaughter your fellows here!"

He stretched out his hand and pointed down, Colin glanced at it, and responded in a flat tone: "It makes sense, I came here with the idea of ​​dealing with the devil together, but you should have heard it at the time, it was they who took the initiative to say something wrong." Will deal with the devil for me..."

"If you are still concerned about that, I can tell you now..."

Coulson interrupted suddenly, and Colin rolled his eyes, exuding oppression: "Listen to me."

Coulson closed his mouth and stopped talking, and he didn't look at Coulson's gloomy face staring down all the time, and said to Thor with a stiff expression: "That devil is my enemy, because I robbed him of what he wanted, so he came running and tried to kill me to get it back."

"S.H.I.E.L.D., the people around you are also my enemies, so they want to kill me too."

"The reason why they didn't do anything to me was because I had something that made them afraid."

"And now, one of my enemies is trying to kill another group of my enemies. You asked me to save them. After saving them, I will find a way to kill my enemies. What standpoint made you say these words!"

Colin's eyes were sharp, and he looked straight into Thor's eyes.

Thor's face was flushed by this string of words, his mouth was open, but he couldn't say a word.

After a long while, looking at the agents being slaughtered continuously below, he gritted his teeth suddenly, turned around and ran down.

"What are you doing?" Colin asked, reaching out and grabbing Thor's wrist.

He always felt that this muscular brat was about to do something beyond his expectations.

"I am not qualified to let you fight for your enemies." Thor, who broke free and did not break free, said in a powerful tone: "But I am Thor Odinson! Son of Odin! Even if I was expelled by my father , but I still have the responsibility to fight for my people, instead of just watching the devil wreak havoc before my eyes!"

"Are they your people too?" Colin glanced down.

"Of course!" Thor said without any hesitation, with a tone that should be taken for granted: "The Atrium is a vassal state of Asgard, and naturally it is also my subject."

"But you are no longer Thor, you will die if you go down." Colin reminded.

"There are no cowards in the sons of Odin!"

Thor answered with wide-eyed eyes, and rushed down again.

Colin quickly grabbed him again, frowned and said frankly: "Although the chances are not high, to be honest, I'm still a little afraid that if you accidentally die, will your father take anger on me? That's fine." Yes, I will fight for you, but correspondingly, you also owe me a favor and need to do something for me."

"Of course, I assure you that that matter will never touch your moral bottom line, nor will it harm the interests of your Asgards. Otherwise, you can refuse, how?"

(End of this chapter)