Marvel Book of Magical Events

As soon as the chaotic consciousness was reunited, the pain in the darkness struck like lightning. Daisy Johnson suddenly woke up. She felt that her throat was so dry that it hurt, but she still breathed in regardless, as if A drowning person breathes fresh air. She couldn't see anything, and there was no part of her body that was not in pain. It was as if every bone in her body was broken, especially her arms. It was as if all the nerves in her body were connected to high-voltage cables and were repeatedly impacted. The pain in my brain is almost driving me crazy. She felt like she was sitting on a chair, her hands were bound behind her by some heavy metal equipment, and her feet were also bound by the same equipment. The coldness of the metal caused goosebumps to appear on the skin that came into contact with it.

Daisy Johnson took a few more breaths. She tried to open her eyes to make sure that she had not lost her vision or that her eyes were not covered. She smelled the familiar pungent musty smell, just like the temporary residence where she had stayed for a while. That way, it allowed her to pinpoint her location. She forced herself to ignore the smell of blood in her sandpaper-like throat, ignore the recurring pain that made people scream, and focus on gradually calming down her chaotic thoughts. "I have received training. I am a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent." She said to herself, "I have a way to escape. Nothing in this world can trouble me."

But when she just tried to struggle to figure out what she was being cuffed to, the high-voltage current emitted by the device immediately paralyzed her nerves, causing her strength to leak out like a punctured balloon. The severe pain finally made her collapse. She couldn't help but scream out from between her teeth. Her body reflexively squeezed out tears from her tear ducts, blurring her black eye makeup, but then she let out a scream that tore open her mucous membranes. Compressed into the throat, sniffing, and growling like a wounded beast.

Perhaps her movement attracted the attention of the watcher. The object blocking the light was pushed aside, and strong light rushed in from the gaps in the cloth. Daisy Johnson had to close her eyes and turn her head to resist the sudden bright light, but soon she forced herself to turn back, squinting her eyes to see clearly the person who cast the shadow, the person who had been her whole life The golden figure has never been seen clearly. It was only then that she realized through her blurred vision how tall the figure was - compared to her handcuffed to the chair, the golden figure seemed to be higher than the ceiling, just like a giant in a fairy tale. The giant's weapons were also huge. With just a cursory glance, she found that the floor of this building could no longer support the giant's weight.

"Who are you!" She blinked and asked in a hoarse voice, "Why did you attack me?"

"You don't need to know." Constantine took off his helmet, and Daisy Johnson was surprised to find that the metal giant also had a human face. But there was no expression on this face, and the black eyes looked down at her, making her feel inexplicable fear, as if those eyes could penetrate her body and dig out all her secrets. However, she calmed down and her eyes wandered on the metal giant's armor. She was able to discover mechanical structures on the armor as well as reliefs of human civilization, indicating that the maker of the armor should have been a human.

"You only need to tell me the information I want to know. You don't need to know the rest." said the Imperial Guard. He used his urban camouflage cloak to create a dark room to inflict psychological stress on his interrogation subjects. Now it seems that this technique is not very practical. Maybe it is because the subject has been professionally trained. Constantine plans to try it next time with a subject who has not received anti-interrogation training. "Are you ready to tell me?"

"What are you going to do to me?" Daisy Johnson straightened her back and moved back, moving herself back from the chair that was about to fall off. She put on a negotiating posture, trying to get information from the other party's words that was not enough to save herself. This was also one of the skills she learned at SHIELD. However, no matter which SHIELD textbook or which S.H.I.E.L.D. The experience of Bureau agents did not specify how to obtain information from a moving statue. Constantine stared directly into Daisy Johnson's eyes, then took a step forward.

It is difficult for ordinary people to remain calm in front of a three-meter-tall, rapidly approaching behemoth, just like an ordinary pedestrian facing a high-speed car on the highway. Even if he knows that he wants to retreat or move forward, it is difficult for his brain to give orders in an instant. The body makes movements. Daisy Johnson felt like she was suffocating, literally suffocating, because she forgot she needed to breathe.

"I looked through your notes." Constantine's tone did not change. "What do you know about the Pasadena Energy Laboratory?"

Daisy Johnson smiled provocatively, "If you come closer, I'll tell you."

The Guards moved closer with expressionless expressions, and then Daisy Johnson gritted her teeth again and trembled all over.

"These devices can prevent you from using your powers." Constantine said calmly, "I have checked your health. If you try to use your powers to break free from these devices, the reaction force will cause comminuted fractures all over your body. Including Your skull. I advise you not to do this, because you can't die yet - but if you die, you won't be able to escape interrogation. Because I will dig out your brain and keep it alive, by inducing your nerves Recall looks at your memory. So I suggest you don't do this, just tell me the information you know, and then I will let you go."

Daisy Johnson felt her pounding heart beating against her eardrums, and it took a few minutes for her to gradually recover. Perhaps because the other party took her physical condition into consideration, the current released by the device did not stop her heart. However, what the imperial guards said made her heart sink again. Those plain words all revealed blood and cruelty, and she was used to it.

"You'll let me live?"

"The orders I received were only to obtain intelligence, and killing you did not include it. Regarding the energy laboratory, where did the contents go? What information did you tell Robbie Reyes when you contacted him? ?Where is he now?"

"In the hands of the skinheads. They stole the weapon from that laboratory, but I don't know where they hid the weapon!" Daisy glared at Constantine fiercely, "I don't know. Where is Ben Reyes, all I know is that he already knows about the energy lab!"

"Thank you for your cooperation, ma'am."

"You are so polite, big man." Daisy sneered twice, "Although I don't know what you want to do, you seem to know something about that laboratory. You know what the skinheads stole. ? You want that thing?"

"As an apology, I am allowed to tell you some information." Constantine blinked, but he didn't seem so willing. Daisy Johnson believed that someone had given her orders that she had to obey. "It's not a weapon, but it's more terrifying than a weapon. My mission is to prevent anyone from obtaining that thing, lest it bring destruction to the human world."

"If you hadn't handcuffed me, I might have been interested in asking you where you came from!"

"In fact, you know my master." Constantine said softly, "He asked me to tell you that your technique of suturing wounds is still very poor."

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