NOVEL NEXT Mei Man: Starting from the Dimension Demon
Chapter 19 Coulson, why did you fall down again?
Chapter 19 Coulson, why did you fall down again?
Unfortunately, this bad luck has no intention of stopping.
Through the HYDRA lurking in S.H.I.E.L.D., a large-scale cross-infection and chain reaction have been formed.
Choked when drinking, bumped when walking, exposed to bird droppings outside, even if I hide in the toilet, either there is no roll paper, or the poop cannot be flushed down.
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, exhaling fragrantly.
"Fuck, Fuck"
He was so annoyed that he couldn't help but slapped the table loudly a few times.
As a result, his hands were fine, but the expensive custom-made table cracked with a crack!
Before he could react to what was going on, a big hole shattered in the ground under his feet.
With a terrified expression, Fu Rui fell straight down.
"Fa-k-"
[Mood value from Phil Coulson +356]
[Mood value from Alexander Pierce +355]
[Mood value from Nick Fury +349]
[Mood value from S.H.I.E.L.D. agents +757]
New York Chinatown.
Zhonghua Xiaodangjia Restaurant, lobby on the first floor.
There is a lot of space inside, with red lanterns and blessing characters hanging, and the decoration is full of oriental flavor.
Even though it was already afternoon, there were still endless streams of guests.
The swiping screens in front of him appeared one after another, and Constantine couldn't hold back for a while, and sprayed out the soup in his mouth with a puff.
Happy, who was on the opposite side, had blood mold, his face was sprayed with soup, and he glared 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 repeatedly.
Patting Tony on the shoulder, Pepper Pepper asked angrily.
"Tony. What are you doing? You look so focused."
When he regained his senses, Tony looked curiously away from a girl from Dongguo who was dressed in a blue cheongsam and wore a bun.
He felt that the other party's temperament was very special, especially the two men and one woman around him, they didn't look like ordinary people.
"It's nothing, I just think that the food here is really delicious."
After going through a life-and-death crisis, Tony has obviously grown a lot.
Especially the recent hot fight with Xiaojiao, which gave the other party too much company management authority.
So recently, his uncle, Obadiah Stanislav, 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 problems such as misappropriating the company's finances without permission.
Picking up the wine glass, he clinked a glass with several people silently, and Tony decided to find a time to have a serious talk with Obadiah.
"Huh? Isn't that Coulson?"
Happy next to him put down the towel with a surprised tone.
Everyone turned their heads and saw a person walking in from the hotel entrance.
A thick bandage was wrapped around his head, and his left arm was hung in front of his chest with a plaster cast. That man was none other than Coulson.
Seeing a few people sitting here, Coulson's eyes lit up, and he hurried over here.
"Colson? Why are you like this?"
Tony was a little taken aback.
Is all spy work so dangerous?
The smile was awkward, and Coulson didn't know how to answer.
Constantine sat on the side drinking and sneered.
"It's really dangerous.
If you steal something else, it will be even more dangerous. "
"Especially when this thing is a cursed magic item!"
There is something in the words.
Tony is not an idiot, he immediately understood that there was a story in it, his expression became cold, and he stopped talking to Coulson.
"."
Coulson felt aggrieved, they just went in to have a look, and they didn't take anything.
But isn't the price paid a little too harsh?
I heard that the entire S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters is now paralyzed.
Bad luck is like damned brown sugar sticking to the body, no matter what method you use, there is no way to get rid of it!
Now, the hope of the entire S.H.I.E.L.D. depends on him!
Coulson looked certain: "Mr. John Constantine, I have to apologize to you, we did go in for a visit that night."
"But it's just out of curiosity about you.
You are the only mage in this world that we know so far, so we naturally have a strong concern for you! "
Seeing that Constantine was silent, he continued to explain.
"Trust us, we only took a few minutes to confirm and then left the house without taking any of your belongings!"
Although they were indeed wrong, S.H.I.E.L.D. has always been like this.
For the sake of their restraint and not touching anything, can they do a good job and get rid of the curse on their bodies?
But Constantine curled his lips and mocked, "I lost my cat."
"cat?"
"Yes, it's a black lucky cat."
A flash of light flashed in Coulson's mind, and he quickly recalled the appearance of the beckoning cat.
"Can"
He obviously put down the lucky cat at that time, but didn't take it away.
Is it
The management of S.H.I.E.L.D. is extremely strict, not to mention orders and prohibitions, but everyone absolutely obeys orders during work.
So. there is a ghost? !
[Mood value from Phil Coulson +366]
Coming to this conclusion in an instant, Coulson wished he could rush back and report to Nick Fury immediately.
Seeing Coulson's uncertain face, Tony seemed to understand something.
He stood up, looked at the other side coldly, and warned.
"Detective Phil Coulson, go back and tell your chief that John Constantine is the magic technology consultant I hired with a lot of money.
If you still want to harass him again and again, I will show you the power of the Stark Industries lawyers! "
"."
Alas. It's really not worth the money.
[Mood value from Phil Coulson +371]
Constantine looked at him pitifully, smoked a cigarette, and lightly reminded him.
"No matter who took the cat, anyway, my sense is right, it's in your S.H.I.E.L.D. bureau!"
"As for the curse triggered on you."
Having said that, he showed a smirk on his face.
"In at most three days, those curses on you will dissipate."
"Is that right?"
After finally getting confirmation from professionals, Coulson let out a sigh of relief.
[Mood value from Phil Coulson +387]
He solemnly thanked the other party, knowing that he was not welcome by the crowd, turned around to leave, and limped outside.
In the end, what was supposed to come still had to come, just as he got near the door, there was a snap.
A plate inexplicably fell from the second floor and hit Coulson straight on the forehead.
puff!
His eyes darkened, his footsteps swayed, his body shook, and he fell to the ground with a thud, completely fainting.
"Ahhh"
The scene was in chaos.
Haha. Sometimes as I write, I even enjoy myself.
(End of this chapter)
Unfortunately, this bad luck has no intention of stopping.
Through the HYDRA lurking in S.H.I.E.L.D., a large-scale cross-infection and chain reaction have been formed.
Choked when drinking, bumped when walking, exposed to bird droppings outside, even if I hide in the toilet, either there is no roll paper, or the poop cannot be flushed down.
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, exhaling fragrantly.
"Fuck, Fuck"
He was so annoyed that he couldn't help but slapped the table loudly a few times.
As a result, his hands were fine, but the expensive custom-made table cracked with a crack!
Before he could react to what was going on, a big hole shattered in the ground under his feet.
With a terrified expression, Fu Rui fell straight down.
"Fa-k-"
[Mood value from Phil Coulson +356]
[Mood value from Alexander Pierce +355]
[Mood value from Nick Fury +349]
[Mood value from S.H.I.E.L.D. agents +757]
New York Chinatown.
Zhonghua Xiaodangjia Restaurant, lobby on the first floor.
There is a lot of space inside, with red lanterns and blessing characters hanging, and the decoration is full of oriental flavor.
Even though it was already afternoon, there were still endless streams of guests.
The swiping screens in front of him appeared one after another, and Constantine couldn't hold back for a while, and sprayed out the soup in his mouth with a puff.
Happy, who was on the opposite side, had blood mold, his face was sprayed with soup, and he glared 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 repeatedly.
Patting Tony on the shoulder, Pepper Pepper asked angrily.
"Tony. What are you doing? You look so focused."
When he regained his senses, Tony looked curiously away from a girl from Dongguo who was dressed in a blue cheongsam and wore a bun.
He felt that the other party's temperament was very special, especially the two men and one woman around him, they didn't look like ordinary people.
"It's nothing, I just think that the food here is really delicious."
After going through a life-and-death crisis, Tony has obviously grown a lot.
Especially the recent hot fight with Xiaojiao, which gave the other party too much company management authority.
So recently, his uncle, Obadiah Stanislav, 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 problems such as misappropriating the company's finances without permission.
Picking up the wine glass, he clinked a glass with several people silently, and Tony decided to find a time to have a serious talk with Obadiah.
"Huh? Isn't that Coulson?"
Happy next to him put down the towel with a surprised tone.
Everyone turned their heads and saw a person walking in from the hotel entrance.
A thick bandage was wrapped around his head, and his left arm was hung in front of his chest with a plaster cast. That man was none other than Coulson.
Seeing a few people sitting here, Coulson's eyes lit up, and he hurried over here.
"Colson? Why are you like this?"
Tony was a little taken aback.
Is all spy work so dangerous?
The smile was awkward, and Coulson didn't know how to answer.
Constantine sat on the side drinking and sneered.
"It's really dangerous.
If you steal something else, it will be even more dangerous. "
"Especially when this thing is a cursed magic item!"
There is something in the words.
Tony is not an idiot, he immediately understood that there was a story in it, his expression became cold, and he stopped talking to Coulson.
"."
Coulson felt aggrieved, they just went in to have a look, and they didn't take anything.
But isn't the price paid a little too harsh?
I heard that the entire S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters is now paralyzed.
Bad luck is like damned brown sugar sticking to the body, no matter what method you use, there is no way to get rid of it!
Now, the hope of the entire S.H.I.E.L.D. depends on him!
Coulson looked certain: "Mr. John Constantine, I have to apologize to you, we did go in for a visit that night."
"But it's just out of curiosity about you.
You are the only mage in this world that we know so far, so we naturally have a strong concern for you! "
Seeing that Constantine was silent, he continued to explain.
"Trust us, we only took a few minutes to confirm and then left the house without taking any of your belongings!"
Although they were indeed wrong, S.H.I.E.L.D. has always been like this.
For the sake of their restraint and not touching anything, can they do a good job and get rid of the curse on their bodies?
But Constantine curled his lips and mocked, "I lost my cat."
"cat?"
"Yes, it's a black lucky cat."
A flash of light flashed in Coulson's mind, and he quickly recalled the appearance of the beckoning cat.
"Can"
He obviously put down the lucky cat at that time, but didn't take it away.
Is it
The management of S.H.I.E.L.D. is extremely strict, not to mention orders and prohibitions, but everyone absolutely obeys orders during work.
So. there is a ghost? !
[Mood value from Phil Coulson +366]
Coming to this conclusion in an instant, Coulson wished he could rush back and report to Nick Fury immediately.
Seeing Coulson's uncertain face, Tony seemed to understand something.
He stood up, looked at the other side coldly, and warned.
"Detective Phil Coulson, go back and tell your chief that John Constantine is the magic technology consultant I hired with a lot of money.
If you still want to harass him again and again, I will show you the power of the Stark Industries lawyers! "
"."
Alas. It's really not worth the money.
[Mood value from Phil Coulson +371]
Constantine looked at him pitifully, smoked a cigarette, and lightly reminded him.
"No matter who took the cat, anyway, my sense is right, it's in your S.H.I.E.L.D. bureau!"
"As for the curse triggered on you."
Having said that, he showed a smirk on his face.
"In at most three days, those curses on you will dissipate."
"Is that right?"
After finally getting confirmation from professionals, Coulson let out a sigh of relief.
[Mood value from Phil Coulson +387]
He solemnly thanked the other party, knowing that he was not welcome by the crowd, turned around to leave, and limped outside.
In the end, what was supposed to come still had to come, just as he got near the door, there was a snap.
A plate inexplicably fell from the second floor and hit Coulson straight on the forehead.
puff!
His eyes darkened, his footsteps swayed, his body shook, and he fell to the ground with a thud, completely fainting.
"Ahhh"
The scene was in chaos.
Haha. Sometimes as I write, I even enjoy myself.
(End of this chapter)
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