"Are you serious?" Colson just asked and patted himself, "My fault, I should remember your identity. Are the smuggling gangs of Hell Angels killed by those smugglers from Hell? Well, it sounds a bit ironic. Do you need any help? For example... the Holy Water of the Church? Do you need to hire a priest before you set off?"

Salomon looked at Agent Colson with his mental retardation, but Colson did not notice that something was wrong with his statement. "We don't need a priest." said the Secret Master, "And the Roman Church has no holy water, the Orthodox Church does not have any, and the Protestant Church, let alone the Anglican Church. As for Mormonism... oh, I think they should die before the devil. When will you send someone to do it?"

"Are you referring to the Ghost Rider?" Colson pointed to the surveillance screen, and he was a little puzzled. "Do you need us to help you stop the Ghost Rider now? Captain America is preparing to set off, you need to wait."

"No, I'm talking about Mormons. When will you send agents to kill Mormons?"

"Okay~ I didn't expect your topic to be transferred so quickly." Colson rolled his eyes and tried to ask Agent Victoria Hand, who was standing in front of several surveillance screens, but Agent Hand didn't look at Colson and Salomon at first. Nick Fury banned Agent Hand from contacting Salomon, so the agent, who is known for his tough methods, regarded Salomon as air. As long as the secret mage does not hinder the action, she will not interfere, and even a single extra voice will not be made. After using his eyes to ask for help without success, Agent Colson barely smiled.

"We will not kill Mormons, we advocate freedom of faith." He said with a false smile, "Unless they violate the law, and Mormons in the United States have banned bigamy..."

"Then you have to step up. Isn't your SHIELD a global organization? There are Mormon kids born every moment in this world. The last time I heard that a Mormon church married more than a hundred wives..."

"OK, OK, let's focus on the mission." Agent Colson waved his palm in front of Salomon in an anxious manner, trying to pull the secret mage's attention back. "We are only concerned about the Ghost Rider now, and the guys who have died inexplicably, such as those who have been drowned on dry roads. We want to know which ones were done by your target?"

"Don't worry, Colson, that guy has been caught." Salomon gave up his messing around, pointing to an autopsy report on his tablet, "This fallen elemental creature is now in a pool of stones, and he can't escape. But he is just a little follower, the guy from hell is still alive."

"What else?"

"And...sorry, this is our business next." The Secret Master waved his hand, "We will handle the smuggler of Hell. If he is lucky, he can still return to Hell and accept his father's punishment; if he is unlucky, then his final destination is the anatomical table - my anatomical operating table, not yours. Send me out, Colson, the underground passage of this base is too complicated."

Colson blinked, thinking that Salomon would cast a spell and leave directly. Faced with the agent's doubts, the secret mage explained that he did not want to waste magic, so why should he use magic to solve problems that could burn other people's gasoline?

"Where do you want me to take you to, downtown?" Colson took Salomon to the underground garage. "You have seen it, Laura, this is a Corvette C2. Don't look at her just an antique car. She's very special. Don't ask me, I won't tell you."

"Is this a revenge on my mystical style?" Salomon opened the door and got into the co-pilot. "I know how special a flying car is, but my horse can fly, so I don't envy it at all."

"I won't show you anything next time, and, you said your horse would fly? That's weird—but I haven't experienced anything strange about it?" Agent Colson rolled his eyes and drove the car out of the underground garage. "Do you want to try a burrito? I know a good shop."

"Of course, I've had enough of the Lancaster court dishes. The British really can't cook. You can't believe that they can't cook pork, and they're called retro." Salomon looked around after the vehicle drove out of the underground garage. He had been in a jeep before and could not see the location of the base clearly. Now he is sitting in a red convertible here, and can't observe the surrounding situation - this is a military base, and there are some US soldiers with live ammunition not far away.

The case was solved. No wonder Colson didn't mind Salomon taking a bus to this base, because it was just a US military base borrowed by S.H.E.L.D., and it had nothing to do with the top secret bases of S.H.E.L.D., which must have been the result of the emergency mobilization after discovering the case. Salomon followed Colson out of the base. The lights in Houston were shining in the night, and the night wind in early spring was still a little cold.

"Do you know there are any good restaurants, Agent Colson? I mean, the more premium one."

"Are you planning to find a good place to date?" Colson turned his head and glanced at Salomon, "You are at this age, too. But IMHO, Eton is full of men."

"No, it's for the apology." The Secret Mage shook his head, "to Agent Romanov."

"I can ask what happened to us in Salem this time. My authority can't let me know too much information." Colson held the steering wheel with one hand and pointed his head with the other. "I'll forget something. If you don't mind, you can pick something I can tell - like what happened to you and Agent Romanov."

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content behind! "That is the sequelae of temporary madness. Don't worry, you have recovered." The secret mage said, "As for Agent Romanov... she died for about 50 seconds, and it was my hand."

"What!" Agent Colson stepped on the brakes quickly, and he asked in disbelief, "What does it mean to die for 50 seconds? And, you killed her? Why?"

"The heart was pierced." The secret mage waved, "In order to identify whether she was a disguised monster. Don't worry, there are no sequelae, she is even healthier than before."

"No, I mean, she's back from the dead?"

"That's right." Colson saw Salomon looking at him with a look that he couldn't understand. "I can still save him from death for no more than a minute due to non-open trauma. You can understand it as a first aid method. Everyone should have experienced this kind of thing several times in their life, probably."

"Resurrection from the dead is not something you can see casually, Salomon." Colson stepped on the accelerator again and drove towards the city. He was silent because Salomon's words made him recall a project he supervised called the "Tahiti Project".

The purpose of this plan is to promote cell regeneration and allow the Avengers formed by Nick Fury to resurrect from the death of his life. But the problem is that this plan will cause the healed to suffer great pain, and all the resurrected agents in the plan will be mentally insane without exception.

"Is it painful to be resurrected from the dead?" After a while, Colson asked in a low tone. He could not forget the crazy appearance of the agents after they resurrected from the dead. He was worried that the same would be true for Agent Romanov.

"Agent Romanov had healed before he recovered his consciousness, and there was no scar yet," Salomon said. "As for the pain, I think there should be no. But I still killed her, didn't I? Ask me if she has time, I'll treat her to dinner, and hope she won't shoot me next time I see her."

"Okay." Colson sighed, "Every time I see you, you will bring me incredible news, and every time I will be dizzy. Let me just say something together, I don't want to be shocked anymore. Oh, don't worry, I drive very steadily, it was just a little unacceptable before."

"Uh... Captain America fell in love with Paige Carter's niece?"

So Colson drove the car and took Salomon into the ditch on the side of the road.
Chapter completed!