"A resident called the police and said that the neighbor's house continued to make noise... Someone was robbed by two gun robbers on the street..."

Director S.H.I.E.L.D. and the Secret Mage stood in the suburbs, looking at the sparse lights in the town. For different things, Salomon sat on the horse with a lazy look, while Nick Fury leaned against the black jeep and kept flipping through the tablet in his hand, trying to find some clues from it.

"OK, stop, I'm not going to let you access the police's files to see these trivial matters." Salomon looked at Nick Fury's wide eyes and said disdainfully, "Isn't it normal for gun robbery in the United States? We are here to find this hell creature, not to maintain public order, that's not my business."

"The devil is in the details, Salomon." Nick Fury shook his head, "Tear out what he wants from all the clues. This is a compulsory course for agents. You are still too young. I suggested you to enter S.H.I.E.I.I.I. I have to learn a lot, not stay in a noble school to play house."

"Are every agent Sherlock Holmes? I happened to know a Sherlock Holmes, no, three people in two versions." Salomon couldn't help but complain, "You think I'm a waste of time at a noble school, but I tell you, I need this almost constant environment to learn magic, because it's safe enough, and I don't waste much time on adventures."

"Sherlock Sherlock Holmes, the most famous private detective in the UK, I don't know you have a partnership with him."

"No, just said casually."

"Okay, that's it!" Nick Fury walked up and handed the tablet to Salomon riding on the horse. "I promise this time it was not a hysterical obese middle-aged woman who called the police because of superstition. This time it was different. The local police have reported this case. We are going to solve this matter before the FBI arrives. Don't you want too many ordinary people to die, right?"

"I don't mind when necessary." Salomon said something that made Nick Fury creepy while flipping through the information, "Ha, tentacles stretched out from the flames and pulled people into the kitchen fire. This is really something that the creatures of hell did."

"Is this the devil we are going to face?"

"Not all creatures from hell are devils." Salomon handed the tablet back and corrected Nick Fury's common sense mistake. "The power of the lower plane will affect other additional dimensions, such as element planes, such as dream planes. All planes are not out of place. For example, the spiritual world, where the demons are hunting souls all the time, but this scene is something you can't see in the spiritual world on earth, which has been cleaned up by us - of course, this also causes many souls to have nowhere to go, and they will have to wander for a long time before they can return to the eternal silence. In other words, the haunted things you see may be true. The Roman Catholic earns 5 billion euros in Italy every year by exorcism, but those priests do not have much ability. Most of the events are solved by Kamataj, and there is no charge."

"So, our opponent is a dream monster affected by the power of hell?" Nick Fury asked, "Is it difficult to deal with?"

"No." Salomon activated a scroll, and the spells on this scroll could absorb the damage caused by flames. It was not fun to be touched by Hell Fire. "It's not that difficult to deal with." He said, "But the incarnation of the King of Hell is also in the human world at this moment, so it's hard for me not to associate the relationship."

"Monther F*uck! How much else do you have to tell me!" Nick Fry burst into a cold sweat after hearing what Salomon said, "The King of Hell is in the world?!"

"What's the point of telling you, you can't solve this." Salomon glanced at the bald head of the Director of SHIELD, "Stop talking nonsense, let's hurry to the scene of the crime."

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"Welcome, Agent Philip Colson." The policeman in a long-sleeved jacket looked at the black man in the leather jacket and the boy in the red robe in front of him with suspicious eyes. Although he was a little suspicious, the situation was urgent and the other party showed his ID, so he didn't mind cooperating.

"This one is..."

"Agent John Constantine." Salomon shook the young policeman's hand, "Please forgive me, I was attending a costume party not long ago. This is an emergency, and I have only the sunglasses on my body."

"I hope you haven't forgotten to bring a gun, that guy is not easy to deal with." The police gave up on the matter of dressing. When he turned his head, Salomon lowered his head and blinked at Nick Fury through the gap in his sunglasses - this is his magic. Otherwise, even if the plainclothes FBI was looking at him, the other party would ask to contact the FBI to verify his identity after seeing this.

"Didn't you catch that lunatic?" Nick Fury took over the conversation.

"Madman? No, we don't know if he is a madman or we are a madman." The young policeman took Salomon and Nick Fury to meet his boss, and he introduced the situation as he walked, looking very friendly. "His roommate disappeared, we found a pile of ashes in the kitchen, and then he started to go crazy again, saying that he dreamed of the flames and ate his roommate-I don't know if he was on drugs."

"Damn addict."

"His urine test results have not come out yet, but I think it's almost done. He must have been overjoyed," the police said. "But it's confusing that we did find his roommate's DNA in the kitchen... This is the highest priority... Guess where we found the DNA from? It's a piece of meat, with skin, and a tattoo on it. Maybe this crazy man is right, the flame really ate his roommate. Now his detention time is coming, and we have no evidence. You have a last time to ask him."

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! After Nick Fury and the Secret Mage skillfully used fake documents and "charming humans" to deal with the local police, they took Salomon to the interrogation room and faced the suspect. When Salomon saw him, they knew that the matter was true. Nick Fury's judgment was not wrong - he was pale and shivering, and beads of sweat as big as beans kept falling. Perhaps the police were worried that he would die of dehydration, so they prepared a glass of water for him. When Salomon walked in, they saw the empty water cup.

Before Nick Fury could sit across the table and ask about the crime, Salomon walked over first. He stretched out his terrifying pale gloves and grabbed the suspect's yellow curly hair with force. Before Nick Fury could stop him, he put his nose over.

"Sulphur." Salomon let go of the suspect, "It's him, yes."

"What's right?" the suspect widened his eyes in horror. "What's right? What are you talking about? Where is my lawyer?"

Salomon ignored him and looked at Nick Fury, who said, "We have to let him dream to get that thing out."

"Wait, I'm contacting the technical department." Nick Fury lowered his head and operated his phone. He signaled Salomon to sit down at the table like him and make a move to flip through the files. After a while, he raised his head and showed the phone to Salomon. Now, the surveillance camera in the interrogation room has been controlled, and SHIELD technicians used a loop-playing screen instead of the original screen.

"You can do it as much as you want."
Chapter completed!