Warlock of the Marvel Universe

Cerberus feeds on magic. During the Ancient War for Azeroth, countless Moon Guards who grew up bathing in the light of the Well of Eternity died tragically under the tentacles of this demon.

Although Habbs is not as strong as the hellhounds tamed by the dog king Haka himself, it is still easy for him to absorb the magic residue of the level of the berserker's cane.

After a short while, with the shaking of Habbs' tentacles, the light of philosophy instantly became dull.I saw it resumed its husky form again, sitting on the ground, with a satisfied expression on its head. It raised its paw and actually smoked a cigarette for itself. After exhaling a puff of smoke, it felt comfortable. He happily said "It's done"

Ward climbed up from the ground unsteadily, walked to the corner of the room without saying a word, and put on his clothes in a hesitant manner, with an expression on his face that suggested he was about to cry.Although the magic residue on his body has now been completely eliminated, his mental state has suffered an even greater blow.

He really felt now that he might as well continue to be polluted by those violent magical spirits. Think about it, being pinned to the ground from behind by a red monster the size of a calf and playing with it, with two tentacles like man-eating petals still inserted in If you suck something on your back, who would always want to pull it out?

The mental pollution just now is nothing compared to this. Is there any darker memory than this in my life?

Everyone's expressions were very strange at this time. Go up and ask about Ward's current situation. This feels like it's not the right time. You should try to comfort him. This seems even more inappropriate, and you don't know what to say.

Bang, but at this moment there was a sudden muffled sound in the air. Everyone looked back, and Evanson slapped Habs's dog hard on the head. "You kid is now capable. This usually steals Forget about buying dog food with my money, now you actually steal my cigarettes and smoke them. When did you have this hobby? What brand do you smoke?" Seeing that it didn't matter, Evanson directly lifted Hubbs up from the ground and pinched him. He shook his neck vigorously, "You can actually twitch better than me."

We can't stay in this room anymore. Everyone shook their heads and sighed and walked out of the laboratory. After discussing this matter, Simmons and Fitz simply applied to demolish the laboratory and rebuild it. , I am really afraid of seeing things and missing people. If I think about today's incident in the future, I will have no way to work well.

"Everyone, is there any new progress now?" After the fuss was over, a group of people gathered in the command center. Coulson put his hands on the command platform and asked everyone, and then suddenly saw Ward's His face was very ugly, so he said with concern, "I have recovered now, but my face and body are a bit weak. Pay attention to your health and take care of yourself. You will not participate in the next operation."

"My body is not weak at all." Ward retorted almost as a conditioned reflex, but he stopped mid-sentence. "Okay, sir, I will pay attention to my health." He really didn't want to retort again. I know how to proceed.

"I've made some progress here." Skye once again demonstrated his value as an online girl at this time. "Asgardians in Time Traveled to the Middle Ages, I seem to have found the online version of this novel."

"What?" Colson leaned over and stared at the screen for a while before confirming, "This is really happening."

He understood what was going on almost instantly. It must be that Evanson had put the physical book on the Internet for sale, but it never sold. So he thought about the flowering of literature and style, so he bought this book Put the book on the website to trick people into subscribing.But looking at this sales volume, it can’t be considered a rush.

Because the website didn’t sign him up at all.

"But it's available online, so why did Nystrom spend so much money to buy a physical book?" Colson scratched his head strangely.

"Supporting genuine editions is the basic quality of readers," Skye said seriously, but the expression on her face immediately praised her, "Please, Nystrom and his gang do have some mental problems, but they are not stupid. Who would I believe you read something in a novel that is not even listed on the website.”

"But anyway, this is a major breakthrough. You did a good job, Skye." Coulson fully affirmed Skye's discovery. "This means that we now have clues in our hands. I believe My excellent team members must have better analytical skills than those religious lunatics."

"So we now have a great possibility to find the whereabouts of the last part of the Berserker's cane before Nestron and his group, so that we can close the net early."

As soon as these words came out, everyone seemed to be greatly encouraged, and Ward was even more geared up. It would be great to be able to find some and catch those people. Now we have not only official business but also personal grudges.

"However," Skye raised a difficult point, "We need to remove the untrue words in this novel first, and there are tens of thousands of words of um, um, ah, and other modal particles. Alas, this review standard is too loose. That’s a good thing.”

"Fortunately, the author of the adaptation of this novel is here with us." Colson smiled confidently, and then raised his eyes to look at Evanson, but the expression on his face changed at this glance. Stiffened, "What's going on with him?"

The expression on Evanson's face now is solemn and solemn. He is sitting cross-legged on the sofa with his heart raised to the sky, as if he is meditating. If open flames were not prohibited on airplanes, he might have burned a furnace of incense.

"What's wrong with him?" Colson asked Melinda in a low voice. "Why has he become more and more nervous since he presided over such a thing once? He must not have really awakened to any faith."

"Oh, when did you really believe in God after seeing a magic stick?" Melinda knew Evanson relatively well, and she revealed the secret in one breath. "What if you suddenly find out one day that your dog smokes more cigarettes than you do?" It’s all good, you will also find peace of mind in this way.”

"Haha" Colson laughed twice, not knowing what expression to make on his face. He just felt that this kid would never stop surprising people.

"Hey, wake up, it's time to get down to business." Melinda walked over and shook Evanson's shoulder.

"What are you doing?" Evanson opened one eye and raised an eyebrow.

"Please get up and review the novel you wrote." Melinda said with a pair of dead eyes. "We want to find some useful clues from it."

"That's why" Evan

Sen said unhappily, "This little thing is worth disturbing me."

"You can't handle small things, and what big things can't be done?" Melinda curled her lips.

Evanson raised his head and said, "I said I was communicating with a god just now, do you believe it?"

"Do not believe."

"Okay." Evanson shook his head and sighed and stood up from the sofa. "You found the online version I published back then and wanted me to kick out the untrue words that were added to it. In fact, this kind of thing I can't help you much."

"How come?" Skye asked puzzledly, "This is a novel you adapted back then. Do you know what you added to it?"

"First, that happened a long time ago." Evanson made a very helpless expression. "Second, who would bother to remember those things? I have already forgotten everything I wrote. "

His state fully proves that the rumor that the author only has three seconds of memory is not false.After turning the page, he couldn't remember what he had written.

"Oh my god" Feiz covered his brows in distress, "Then our workload will be huge, and according to some of the contents of this book, especially those about um um ah ah, this book is only suitable for the men present. Conduct an audit." Fitz said here and looked at Colson and Ward. There were only three of them. Evenson probably wouldn't come to help, so the workload doubled again.

"Actually," Skye bit his lip, "In order to reduce the burden on my teammates, I don't mind looking at these things with a critical eye."

"No need." But at this time, Evanson pinched the bridge of his nose and said impatiently, "I don't have that patience anymore."

"What do you mean?" Melinda suddenly narrowed her eyes. She had worked with Evanson several times, and she seemed to have guessed what he meant. "Are you ready to reel in the line and lift the rod?"

"That's right." Evanson sneered and nodded.

"How?" Coulson asked.

"Habs." Evanson whistled and ran Habs over. Ward's face immediately twitched and he took a step back unconsciously.But then I saw this husky sitting on the sofa, holding a cigarette in his mouth and crossing his legs. His badass attitude was exactly the same as that of his owner.

"My dog ​​has memorized the scent of magic on the berserker's staff, so as long as we determine the approximate location of Nystrom and the others, such as which city they are in, I can let Habs smell them come out."

"So we are sitting in a high-tech flying fortress worth hundreds of millions of dollars, but we have to let a dog's nose lead us in action." Fitz said in disbelief. As a scientist, he sincerely feels sorry for the current world. The scientific level is concerned.

"This is not an ordinary dog. He was the one who found Tony Stark in the desert of Afghanistan." After experiencing a cooperation that is still fresh in his mind whenever he thinks about it, Coulson has a great sense of smell for Habs. The ability is still very certain. "But it is not difficult to find those people. We can catch them quickly if we want to, but the difficulty is that if we catch him now, what will happen to the remaining part of the Berserker's Cane?"

With SHIELD's power all over the world, there are countless satellites floating in the sky and countless spies running on the ground. If he hadn't thought about fishing for a big fish in the long run and let Nystrom and others determine the location of the last cane, Coulson would have been there long ago. Caught them all.

"In my opinion, this is the easiest part." Evanson said indifferently. "As long as they know, they will tell it. People will always become very honest in front of me."

"Are you planning to torture someone to extract a confession?" Coulson's face darkened. He knew what Evanson was thinking, but he didn't agree with it. "It's illegal to torture someone to extract a confession. We are SHIELD, not CIA."

"Illegal." Evanson rolled his eyes. "You can look at all the laws in the world. As long as you don't touch those medieval religious inquisitions, can you find one that clearly states that torturing the soul is illegal?"

Colson was suddenly stunned. He suddenly discovered that there was such a large blank loophole in the laws of the world. Doesn't this mean that even how Evanson tortures his soul is not restricted by the law? And even legislation seems to be of no use now, because Evanson can explain his behavior as, I am not torturing their souls, I am helping them quit their Internet addiction.

"That said," Colson said solemnly after thinking for a moment, "morally speaking, I don't agree with this."

"SHIELD talks about law, not morality." Evanson pulled up his clothes. "If you have any dissatisfaction with this, you can complain to Nick Fury. If he takes such good care of you, he will definitely make another appointment with me." After more than a dozen special interrogations, I will give you a clear answer."

Nick Fury is a good guy, but not a good old guy.For the interrogation of some stubborn terrorist prisoners, he would not mind asking Evanson for help.In fact, this kind of cooperation has happened many times, but there is nothing to mention.

"Sky, determine the general location of Nystrom and his group." Evanson naturally remembered the order, "Melinda, adjust the course."

What is going on? Coulson was stunned. I am the supreme commander of this group, okay?

Ward, whose thinking had returned to normal, was shocked. His level of shock even exceeded that of Colson. It turned out that this group had been secretly controlled by Evanson, and Colson had been ignored.

Since Nystrom and the others found what they were looking for in Spain, they immediately returned to their home base in the Norwegian capital and began working overtime to find clues to their next location.

But at this moment, the door to their lair was suddenly kicked open, and what greeted them was a black and white husky.

The dog first barked at them, then turned around and sat on the ground wagging its tail at the visitor. The man with blond hair and blue eyes in a black windbreaker touched the dog's head and said, "Well done." Okay." Then nothing more happened.

There were almost 100 people on Nestron's side, and they were all confused at this time, not because their stronghold was suddenly raided, but because huskies can actually be trained into police dogs. He and others were attacked by a husky. It’s so shameless to find this.