Agent Colson took the Google Maps employees he had seen before and rushed into the long corridor, through the dark benches, iconography and sculptures of saints placed on both sides of the corridor. Until Agent Colson "showed" the weapons in his hands to the group of staff that could fire high-speed metals, the guys from Silicon Valley then calmed down and followed in obedience. Like ignited oil, the hot black smoke rose from the three-story building of the San Fernando Church, attracting Hispanic and Latino residents in the entire community from afar.

People who have lived in this community for a long time have never seen such a strange fire. The smoke columns soared into the sky almost covered half of the church, but there was no bright fire in the smoke. Some enthusiastic local residents have contacted the fire brigade, while the wall of people composed of onlookers has effectively blocked the evacuation route of Agent Colson. He tried to take out his ID and pistol to dissuade him, but at this time no one cared about him, but instead tried to shoot him with his mobile phone. Every agent did not want to encounter such a thing, so Agent Colson could only empty a magazine in the sky. The locals who were extremely sensitive to the gunshot calmed down in an instant, and then fled with the screaming tourists.

Minority communities have gun battles every day. Killing here is common, and the police station is unwilling to pay attention to this. Except for the school police at nearby Catholic schools, there is no armed person wearing uniforms and guns on his waist to maintain order. The only people who really care about this community are insurance companies and government departments that accept the insurance insured in San Fernando Church. Now this situation means that the insurance company will pay a large amount of money to pay for reconstruction work after the fire.

"You're so smart." Google employees were not angry at all because their ears were buzzing by gunfire, even if they were jumped to their heads by the bullet. One of the photographers who were traveling with the panoramic camera was still taking pictures everywhere. "Now you've evacuated the crowd. Are you going to wait for the fire brigade here?"

"No." Colson shouted.

He felt that he had to increase his voice because the sound of the hot wind swelling from the San Fernando Church behind him became louder and louder. The burning wood fell down, and the bricks and stones burst and collapsed. After a few minutes, the hot air expanded rapidly, and the dense Mars was blown by a tornado that appeared out of thin air. The slender flaming ladder bent into the sky and penetrated into the clouds. The employee of Google Maps widened his eyes and recorded the scene with all the tools in his hands that could be used to shoot. With the help of the camera, Agent Colson saw a blurred figure rising rapidly in the photographed tornado.

When the flame tornado dissipated, the figure and the flames of the San Fernando Church disappeared, as if the supernatural fire had been drained away. Except for the ruins that still emitted heat, and the burning grass and trees, all the traces of the fire disappeared. No one came out of the charred bricks and stones. Agent Colson looked around and finally no longer chose to wait - he would not wait for the local police and fire brigade to arrive here, because many people here saw him shooting into the sky, and even with the FBI certificate, it would be necessary to verify it. The verification behavior would make the newly formed S.H.E.L.D. He could not explain why he came to this place, nor could he explain what happened in the San Fernando Church, nor did he want Jeffrey Mess to know his relationship with the emperor and the Ghost Knight.

Agent Colson felt like he was going crazy.

Although the precise stand-in did not expose him to any supernatural powers, Agent Colson already knew that the emperor would not focus his personal attention in places where there was no supernatural phenomenon. Just by realizing this fact, vague memories of the town of Salem surged up again, just like stomach acid flowing up the esophagus, burning his brain with fragile mucous membranes and throats, and his whispers that he couldn't understand became more and more manic.

Agent Colson took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

The memories of the town of Salem have been entangled with him. That experience can even make him have nightmares repeatedly. Even the unknown effects of the GH-325 drug in Tahiti planned on the brain cannot offset the terrifying memory. Although he can't remember what he did or met someone, his intuition tells him that there is a reason why he forgets that memory, which is the measure someone has taken to ensure his safety. Even so, he can still smell the stench in his memory, which is the smell of death.

Is it Nick Fury or the Emperor?

Colson didn't know, and he didn't want to know. Even though he had already mastered all the secrets of S.H.E.L.D., the more he discovered, the more he understood his ignorance. The emperor's warning to him was still in his ears. Howard Stark's original intention of establishing S.H.E.L.D. was not that simple. Although Obadaiya, who had long manipulated the Stark group for a long time, had died, the power to manipulate the Stark group and destroy Howard Stark's pure ideal did not disappear. He still needed to continue fighting until victory. Before that, the emperor would not allow Agent Colson to go to death and peace.

Agent Colson believed in the emperor's words because the emperor was a person who was able to ask others to take care of his self-esteem. According to Jung's point of view, the emperor was a person who integrated the "dark side" of human nature and drew pain in the "dark side". He could use a dangerous attitude to demand respect from others, but during the long contact period, Colson rarely saw the emperor do this, and instead joked and helped most - although some jokes were really bad, no one would be hurt unless necessary. This behavior even brought some philosophical meaning - in Agent Colson's heart, the emperor was a very gentle person. Anyone in this world would irresistibly expand after having that power, and would be willing to ask for more respect more frequently. Even without the help of supernatural powers, humans themselves would commit many atrocities.

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"Are you full?"

When Salomon came to his senses, he found that Joan of Arc pulled the high-back chair in the restaurant close to him, so close that his shoulders were against his shoulders, and even a few strands of hair were lying on his arm. At this time, Beyonita had already pulled Milia, who begged for the after-dinner activities, and went to the second floor, leaving Joan of Arc to take care of him. The white-haired witch looked at Salomon up and down with her creepy eyes, and then she blinked, and the gorgeous rose-red and smoke-gray eyeshadow flashed by. She stretched out her tongue and licked her lips as if she wanted to soak her lips, but this was just a trick she used to attract attention.

As a witch, she is born to use her extremely sharp beauty advantages.

"You finished all the meat chops on the table, idiot." Joan Ar shook his head and tied his long white hair behind his head. When Salomon really recovered, he saw her pointing at the empty plates on the long dining table, and he was holding a knife and fork in his hand, and his stomach felt bloated. "You ate two kilograms of tomahawk steak when you first met Seresa. This time I want to try how much you can eat in an unconscious state, but the result was beyond my expectations." Joan Ar blinked mischievously, "Tell you another fact that Milia secretly stuffed her broccoli to you. Seresa saw that they were still quarreling in the restaurant."

Salomon let out a long breath.
Chapter completed!