Marvel: Starting From the Dimensional Demon God

The whole body was warm and warm, as if an artificial massage had been performed.

Listening to the sound of the wind outside the car window, he leaned his head lazily on the cushion of the seat, narrowed his eyes, and quietly did not want to move at all.

…

The night is dark and windy.

There were no pedestrians on the road, and there was a high probability that Constantine would go to a bar to pick up girls, and usually would not come back until the early morning.

Coulson took a few agents and trotted all the way to the door of the Hell Detective Exorcism Office.

Grant Ward was ready, made a gesture, took out two thin wires from his bag and inserted them into the door hole.

As his hands shook for a while, he shivered all over.

click...

door, open.

Several people held their breath at the same time, did not make a sound, and quickly entered the room.

The whole house looks small, with three bedrooms and one living room.

The innermost bedroom is used as an office area, and the two bedrooms on the right, one is used as the master bedroom, and the other is a study.

The living room, with a water dispenser, a table and a sofa, is obviously a place to discuss affairs.

The decoration of the home is not luxurious, on the contrary, it looks very simple, and there is nothing special at first glance.

Standing in the living room, Coulson quietly made a gesture.

The team members nodded to show their understanding. They searched each room separately, touching here and looking there to confirm whether there were any hidden cells.

Finally, several people came to the office area and saw Captain Coulson gently stroking a black lucky cat object.

"..." Everyone (￣﹌￣).

Coulson's face stiffened, and he quickly explained.

"I'm checking important items!"

Awesome... as expected of the captain, I have gained so quickly.

The players expressed their admiration and regretfully told Coulson that they had nothing to gain.

"Captain Coulson, it seems that Constantine has no habit of leaving important items at home."

As a member of Hydra, before joining this mission, he was assigned a secret mission by pressure Alexander Pierce, telling him to look for something that looks like a compass.

Too bad... that compass was not found here.

Coulson held the black lucky cat in both hands, and he had searched everything in the office.

Should it be Constantine?

There is not even a single file in his drawer, which shows his "effort" during this period.

The only thing worth noting is this lucky cat in this room!

"Maybe, this is a magic item."

Seeing Coulson whispering there, Grant Ward's eyes narrowed and he even choked his breath.

[Mood value +307 from Grant Ward]

Carefully put the lucky cat back in place, took out his phone and took a few pictures, Coulson let out a sigh of relief.

"Just come here tonight."

What S.H.I.E.L.D. wants more than magic items is knowledge about magic.

In the current situation, there is no need for S.H.I.E.L.D. to have a bad relationship with Constantine in order to covet an incomprehensible magic item.

Several players looked at each other, without objection, followed Coulson out.

Grant Ward deliberately walked last, walking slowly, keeping his distance from the crowd.

Covertly gestured to his subordinates and watched them adjust their standing positions, blocking the vision behind Coulson.

Grant Ward's eyes flashed, his figure quickly retreated, and he grabbed the lucky cat on the table and stuffed it into his bag.

When he came to the door, Coulson looked back subconsciously and saw Grant Ward following behind with a smile on his face and carrying a bag.

He didn't think much about it, and he just went out as many people came.

Ward made a gesture to covertly switch places with one of his men's bags.

In the ensuing time, I randomly found a reason and arranged for my subordinates to get off the bus and go out to do something.

Through the dense line of Hydra, **** the lucky cat all the way to Alexander Pierce's hands.

SHIELD, Pierce is happy.

After finishing this magic item for a while, I personally sent it to the research laboratory and ordered someone to study it.

But as everyone knows, the curse witchcraft attached to the lucky cat has caused the phenomenon of human-to-human transmission along with the person who touches him.

…

For the next few days, Coulson's group, who was in charge of monitoring Constantine, were shrouded in thick bad luck.

Grant Ward was wearing a bulletproof vest, a bulletproof helmet, and armed himself to the teeth with an explosion-proof shield, and watched the movements around him in horror.

They have been so unlucky these days.

Three of his subordinates were injured and sent to the hospital because of various bad luck.

I went to dinner with Coulson just now, and we were walking on the road. The two of them had a good chat when a flower pot suddenly fell from the sky and hit Coulson on the forehead.

Ward was so frightened that he quickly called 120 and sent him to the hospital.

I heard that after being admitted to the hospital, I was still uneasy and broke an arm again. It's really miserable...

As for their car, they did not escape. The four wheels were scrapped one after another, and the engine could not be ignited. Only Ward survived the original five-person team.

Standing alone on the street, the fully armed Vice-Captain Ward shivered.

His eyes were weak and helpless.

[Mood value +477 from Grant Ward]

Chapter 19 Coulson, why are you down again?

Unfortunately, this bad luck does not mean to stop.

Through the hydras lurking in S.H.I.E.L.D., a large-scale cross-infection and chain reaction were formed.

Choking on drinking water, getting hit while walking, and being photographed by bird droppings outside. Even if I hide in the toilet, I don't have a roll of paper, or I can't flush the poo.

In short, no matter how big or small the situation is, the probability of bad luck is extremely high.

Extremely abnormal!

"Bang!"

As the director of S.H.I.E.L.D., Nick Fury slapped the table loudly, breathing fragrance.

"Fake, Fake..."

He was so annoyed that he couldn't help but slapped the table a few times loudly.

As a result, his hands were fine, but this high-priced custom-made table clicked...cracked!

Before he could realize what was going on, the ground under his feet smashed into a big hole.

With a horrified expression, Furui fell straight down.

"F-K-"

[From Phil Coulson's emotional value +356]

[Mood value from Alexander Pierce +355]

[Mood value from Nick Fury +349]

[Emotion value from SHIELD agents +757]

…

New York Chinatown.

China Little Master Restaurant, the lobby on the first floor.

There is a lot of space here, with red lanterns and blessing characters hanging, and the layout is full of Oriental flavor.

Although it was already afternoon, there were still a steady stream of guests.

The swiping screens in front of him appeared one after another, and Constantine couldn't hold back for a while, squirting the soup out of his mouth with a puff.

On the opposite side, Happy poured blood mold and was sprayed with soup all over his face, staring at him unhappily.

[Mood value from Happy Hogan +299]

"Sorry, sorry... I suddenly thought of an interesting thing, and I couldn't help it."

Constantine stood up and apologized.

Patting Tony on the shoulder, Pepper Pepper asked angrily.

"Tony...what are you doing? Look so focused."

After returning to his senses, Tony looked curiously away from a Dongguo girl dressed in a blue cheongsam with a bun head.

He felt that the other party's temperament was very special, especially the two men and one woman around him, not like ordinary people.

"Nothing, I just think the food here is delicious."

After going through a life-and-death crisis, Tony has obviously grown a lot.

Especially recently, the hot fight with Xiao Chili has given the other party too much company management authority.

So recently, his uncle Obadiah Stani became more and more dissatisfied with his attitude.

But speaking of this uncle...

Recently, when he ordered Jarvis to check the company's accounts, he did find some private misappropriation of the company's finances.

Picking up the wine glass and silently having a glass with a few people, Tony decided to find a time to have a serious talk with Obadiah.

"Huh? Isn't that Coulson?"

Happy put down the towel on the side, his tone of voice was astonished.

Everyone turned back and saw a person walking in from the door of the hotel.

With a thick bandage on his head and his left arm in a cast hanging over his chest, it was Coulson.

Seeing a few people sitting here, Coulson's eyes lit up, and he hurried over here.

"Colson? What's wrong with you?"

Tony was a little surprised.

Is the job of an agent so dangerous?

The smile was awkward, and Coulson didn't know how to answer.

Constantine sat aside drinking and sneered.

"It's really dangerous."

It would be even more dangerous to steal something else. "

"Especially when this thing is a cursed magic item!"

This is... there is something in the words.

Tony wasn't an idiot, he immediately understood that there was a story in it, his expression turned cold, and he stopped paying attention to Coulson.

"..." Coulson felt aggrieved, they just went in to see and didn't take anything.

But isn't the price too harsh?

I heard that the entire SHIELD headquarters is now paralyzed.

Bad luck sticks to the body like **** candy, no way to get rid of it!