Constantine's jet motorcycle was docked on a high-rise apron one kilometer away from the target. He looked over his helmet and looked at the Kun-style fighter jet overlooking S.H.E.L.D. The Kun-style fighter jet was docked at the door of Dr. Radcliffe's house. Perhaps because of the noise from the Kun-style fighter jet, the drone was not discovered during close reconnaissance. Constantine looked through the camera at the newly-trimmed lawn and roses. The smell of cut grass and flowers seemed to cross the distance into his nose. This residence is located in a wealthy area in the suburbs. When S.H.E.L.D. still existed in the past, at least two agents monitored Dr. Horton Radcliffe's actions every day.

The cabin ramp door opened and Melinda May, who was tightly bound to the hospital bed, was pushed out. The woman was the victim of spiritual possession. Her face was twisted, yelling, struggling, and cursing, but Phil Colson and Jenma Simmons still looked at her with worry. Dr. Holden Radcliff quickly took over the patient, asking them to push Melinda May into their workroom—the living room—and inject sedatives. Through the perspective of the drone, Constantine saw Jenma Simmons holding a needleless high-pressure syringe equipped with a bottle of sedatives against Melinda May's arm, and injecting agents several times the standard dose in succession to calm Agent May.

"What's going on with Colson? Aren't he afraid of Melinda May's death?" A very distinctive accent rang in the headphones of the Guards' helmet. "And where did that Dr. Radcliff come from? I remember this guy should still be serving his sentence in prison!" the voice said, "You should rush in and bring Melinda May back to the Immortal City, instead of letting some crazy scientists and artificial intelligence take over! I left it to him.

So many connections are not to let him lead S.H.E.L.D. to lick the toes of the congressman! Now he licks it, it's like a cheese stick! Damn, to damn! S.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H

"Mr. Nick Fury, your mission is to carry out mission intelligence and analysis for me, not to instruct me to carry out missions. By the way, you will not have tombstones and coffins, because there is no cemetery in the Immortal City, only the ashes." Constantine's tone was plain, not angry at the noise made by the person on the other end of the headphones. Although he did not understand why the monarch would let the head of the once hostile intelligence department be his intelligence analyst, he still followed what the monarch said, "The Guards need a little personal heroism." "Only the monarch has the authority to command me. Unless you want to go back to the cell and continue eating mashed potatoes with protein, don't deviate from the mission. Also, what is a cheese stick?"

"Motherfucker! Do you know that my ability to be an intelligence analyst is completely useless!" Nick Fury was so angry that he wanted to throw down his headphones and step on a few steps, but perhaps the whiskey that today's share was in front of him, and he gave up this impulse practice.

The room he was in is located on the middle floor of the tower in the Immortal City, which is exclusively for the Imperial Guards. This is also the only place where he can go. The room has many equipment that can browse almost all the documents of the intelligence department. Nick Fury can command many intelligence analysts affiliated with the Imperial Guards through the equipment in this room. There is also a large window in front of the room. If you stick out, you can see the dense intelligence personnel sitting in front of the computer below. These intelligence analysts are all

The background is clean, many people are from the SHIELD Academy and have worn hand-shaped shields with ribbons. They are not fooled by CIA agents, FBI agents and Skuru people. Victoria Hand has complained more than once about the arrogance of the Imperial Guards. Constantine never said anything about it in advance every time he recruited people from the intelligence department. Many agents who joined the Imperial Guards' intelligence system have never appeared again, as if they had completely hidden in the shadow cast by the Immortal City.

This permission is not bad, but Nick Fury can only observe but cannot make decisions.

As for a more mysterious department in the Imperial Guards' intelligence system, no matter how Nick Fury inquired, he could not touch the corners, but he could always receive clues from another department. For example, this time, Melinda May's name appeared on the small note with the smell of red electronic sealing wax and burnt protein. After scanning and confirming that the sealing wax came from that mysterious department, these intelligence personnel under Nick Fury began to operate without orders.

At first, Victoria Hand and he thought that Salomon would put him in the intelligence sequence and make him a subordinate of Victoria Hand. Salomon's aura was obvious to all. Even Hydra could be used and reorganized, and Nick Fury, a like-minded guy, could do it. Unless both sides have irreconcilable conflicts, Immortal City would actively accommodate all the talents that can be used. Even Nick Fury himself thought so, even if he was about Salo.

No matter how much Mont's methods have an opinion, he cannot deny the efficiency and intelligence accuracy of the Immortal City. For this reason, he quit drinking. This is not easy, because the whiskey sold in the bars in the Immortal City are quite high-end - but in the end, Constantine took him away from the order of the monarch. The reason for this is also very simple, that is, the Imperial Guard needs the ability to think independently, and Nick Fury, as an opponent, was able to provide the Imperial Guard with a completely different view from the Salomon's order.

"That AI cannot pose a threat for the time being," Constantine said. "I need to enter Dr. Radcliffe's residence to install surveillance equipment. Help me intervene in the Third Assault Squad and the Fourth Reconnaissance Squad of the First Secret Regiment of Finbury Winter. I need someone to control Dr. Radcliffe's residence."

"That's right! The third and fourth teams of the First Secret Regiment of Finbury Winter have received orders to carry standard assault weapons to set off! The first and second teams will be followed by researchers to the Pasadena Energy Laboratory, and the recycling work will begin in an hour. The Los Angeles police will be transferred from the area by then and will not affect the progress of the mission." Nick Fury only found a little of the past, "Where is Melinda May! When will you take her back to the Immortal City?"

"I won't do that," Constantine said. "I don't care about her. I just need to know the symptoms of her possession by those spirits and then compare them through medical system records across the United States."

"You have implemented Salomon's rationality," Nick Fury muttered, "but he has at least a gentle side, what about you?"
Chapter completed!