After driving Nick Fury out, Salomon told the Man-made Man and Cheshire Cat to clean the house while he was guarding the house. He walked into the portal with a stainless steel pot. He planned to deliver meals to Beyonetta and Joan of Arc. Although the witch could survive without having to eat, the secret mage still wanted to use this excuse to be with Beyonetta.

"Good afternoon, Rodan." The secret wizard put the stew pot on the bar without any hesitation, causing the fallen angel craftsman to roll his eyes. Although he was wearing sunglasses, no one could see it. "Don't be angry." Salomon said, "Anyway, there are not many people coming to this bar, and stewing beef will not destroy the atmosphere here. If possible, please give me a martini, I am also legally drinking age."

"The legal drinking age is twenty-one. Don't think I don't know your age, boy. Coke or milk?" Rodan came over and sniffed the smell of Salomon. "Sulphur smell. What trouble have you caused recently? I heard that he was messed up in hell some time ago. Was it your fault?"

"Do you mean Kama Taj's armed parade or did I fight with Marduke?" Salomon took a big sip of Coke. The iced carbonated drink was his favorite, especially the high-sugar one. He put down his cup and burped with satisfaction. "Merphisto and Marduke plotted against each other, and I was also involved. Don't worry, not all demon pillars have a rebellious spirit, at least Phoenix is ​​cute."

"There are not many demon pillars looking forward to the seventh throne, so you should be careful. There is a connection between the first and the tenth throne Pal, so you must be careful." Rodan pushed his sunglasses, "I don't want to see the witches overturn hell, as it will seriously affect my raw materials supply. You should know that my customers have more than witches, right?"

"So I have another purpose this time, Rodan. I need guns, many, many guns - no, not the ones you hang behind. What I want is the kind of guns that have both powerful kinetic energy and blocking power. Yes, I want rocket-type guns, and I need any more! Don't consider recoil, don't use the Gyrojet product of MBA. I will take my army to hell, don't worry about your raw material supply problem, I will solve it."

"Then when do you want it?" The fallen angel craftsman raised his eyebrows with interest.

"As soon as possible, at least one prototype is required for me to test."

"Boya When did you learn to go to a bar?" When Salomon finished a glass of Coke, the witches walked into the bar. They looked very leisurely, and the work of hunting angels did not seem to disturb them at all. Beyonetta sat on the seat next to Salomon. She raised her legs and stacked them on the thighs of the secret wizard. This time, the black stockings she chose had vague patterns, and the witch deliberately let the patterns slowly rub on Salomon's thighs.

Salomon felt the witch's body temperature and unimaginable frictional stimulation, which made his breathing heavier.

"You look like a mature man!" Beyonetta was very satisfied with Salomon's reaction. "Do you want the eldest sister to teach you something that children cannot learn? I am looking forward to it~"

"Seresa!" Joan of Arc complained every day, but this did not prevent her from sitting on the chair next to Salomon. "There have been frequent angels recently, endlessly, and some big guys have even appeared." She said, "You Kama Taj pushes us those things again. Seresa and I are so busy that we don't have time to sleep. I didn't expect you to come today, Salomon! Do you know how hard we have done?"

"Make money to support the family. This is a small stove that the Lord has given us. After all, I can't withdraw the secular wealth of Kama Taj indefinitely." Salomon pretended to be calm. He snapped his fingers. The stew in the stainless steel pot, which had already been cold, became hot again, and the aroma of beef once again overflowed from the gap in the lid of the pot. "So I brought compensation." He smiled reluctantly, "A rare delicacy, beef stew. You should indeed have a good rest. I have let Dinah dry the quilt. Tonight you can fall asleep with the fragrance of the sun."

"There are yours, aren't it?" Beyonetta licked her lips, causing Joan of Arc to complain again.

"Are you serious, Colson? Six days? You only spent six days turning a completely renovated state-of-the-art plane into a pile of garbage!" Agent Colson stood upright and accepted the words from his immediate superior. Before that, because of his negligence, Reyes, a Peruvian government agent who had worked with, got on the plane, so that the government forces hijacked the airbus.

However, the agents of SHIELD successfully subdued Peruvian government agents with the 084 item they obtained during the mission - a Hydra weapon related to the Universe Cube. However, they also paid a heavy price, that is, a large hole was blown out of the airbus cabin. In order not to make the temporary remedy (block the hole with an inflatable lifeboat) fail, they could only allow the plane to move forward at a snail speed.

I have read the maintenance records. The plane was repaired before, and even had one engine changed, Colson thought. But he did not complain, but tried to defend his team members. However, his defense made Nick Fury even more angry. "Don't tell me any authorization. Do you know how much this plane is worth? There is also a bar here! A very good bar!" Nick Fury walked around angrily, "Don't tell me any authorization, I have the right to lower you to the negative level!"

"I know, sir." Agent Colson stopped talking back.

"I want you to fix this plane, just like when you first got it! So don't let Fitz and Simmons transform this plane, such as making a broken fish tank or something." Nick Fury got angry and turned to mention the newcomer in Colson's team, and his emotions switched very quickly. "And the new girl, Skye, she is a risk factor."

"I know, sir."

"You know?" He glared at Colson, cursing and turning to leave. But before getting off the plane, he stopped again, thinking that Agent Colson asked the question, "Where have you been going before you set out for this mission, Agent Colson?"

"New York, just passed by and had lunch." Agent Colson replied. Nick Fury carefully observed Agent Colson's facial expression, but did not notice any strangeness.

"Do you remember what you ate? The last time I went to New York was a long time ago."

"Brazilian barbecue on Fifty-third Street West of Manhattan, sir. I recommend you to try it too."

"Very good, I'll go." Nick Fury stood in front of Agent Colson and sniffed. He smelled nothing except the smell of gunfire and the smell of Peruvian dust. Oh, the smell of air freshener in the cabin was also included, but there was no smell of oil smoke. Nick Fury raised the danger level of Salomon a higher level in his heart. The magic of manipulating the mind that the secret mage now showed was too terrible, and he had to make a plan.

“How about Tahiti?”

"That's a magical place. I'm ready to go to New York for the next mission, sir, that's our old friend."
Chapter completed!