Marvel Book of Magical Events

The person sitting in the passenger seat did not look through the rearview mirror at the passengers in the back seat. The speed of cars in the District of Columbia is not very fast, and the limousines coming and going mean that there is a player in that vehicle dancing in this fertile land of money, power and conspiracy. The co-pilot passenger tilted his head and leaned against the car window, watching the red traffic taillights and the snow-white lights projected from the windows of the roadside buildings passing by like water.

"Do you know anything about Project Life-Model Decoy, Agent Coulson?"

"That project has been terminated." Phil Coulson gave up the idea of ​​​​escape because he had never seen anyone escape from the man in front of him. "That was a project established for the purpose of protecting the lives of SHIELD agents, to replicate all external aspects of a real person." Agent Coulson said, "I'm pretty sure this project has been terminated. SHIELD There are difficulties with the hardware design of the Bureau, and the closest thing at present. The thing of the Life-Model Decoy project should be the Avengers’ Vision. As far as I know, the prototype of the Vision is Tony Stark’s butler Jarvis.”

"You are very candid, but not candid enough." The co-pilot passenger said calmly, "Tony Stark has improved the Life-Model Decoy project, and now this project has been completely created, and it also comes with meaning. Unexpected abilities.”

Agent Coulson said nothing.

"I believe you have conducted an in-depth investigation of me. You must be very curious about how I managed to attend official duties in Latvinia while studying at Merton College... Yes, that's what you thought. That is an accurate body A stand-in, a stand-in using Salomon's identity, and that stand-in is right in front of you now."

"Is this an android?"

"It's barely enough, but my ability to control the avatar far exceeds the original design of the Life-Model Decoy project. The complexity of this avatar is also comparable to the artificial intelligence Aida created by Dr. Horton Radcliffe, and I am now Looking at you through the eyes of this body." Only at this moment did Agent Phil Coulson see the eyes of the co-pilot passenger through the rearview mirror. It was an extremely calm face, with no soul in the dark eyes, "I am not interested in artificial intelligence Aida, nor in the knowledge of Dr. Horton Radcliffe. If you hadn't let artificial intelligence Aida come into contact If you don’t understand something, I won’t appear here.”

"The Book of Darkness." Agent Coulson swallowed, "You want that thing?"

"For thousands of years, Karma Taj has been working to destroy the "Dark Scroll" and the "Dark Book" bound by Morgan Le Fay. We have obtained many versions of the "Dark Book", but most of them are It is a copy of a magic book written by a later generation of magicians. It is included in the magic books compiled by them, and a little bit of the truth is revealed in all kinds of weird stories and nonsense. Even so, those magic books also made a lot of troubles, such as... The East Coast earthquake that killed thousands of people. The Avengers still existed at that time, but they were just a disservice."

Agent Phil Coulson remained silent.

"Now, the products of Dr. Horton Radcliffe's Life-Model Decoy project have come into contact with the "Book of Darkness". What's worse is that the artificial intelligence Aida is still connected to the Internet. Although we captured their host body, Horton Dr. Don Radcliffe let it escape. Now no one knows where in the world the artificial intelligence Aida has hidden its corrupted electronic soul, and what trouble those corrupted programs will cause."

"You captured Dr. Horton Radcliffe and the Life-Model Decoy project?" Agent Coulson expected many bad results, but this answer still exceeded his expectations. He secretly browsed through the information database on his mobile phone, and then called up a secret SHIELD spy satellite for surveillance. During this time he kept chatting until he saw clearly the miserable state of Dr. Horton Radcliffe's house. He remained calm even though he expected the worst outcome. The Lighthouse Base is not a particularly secretive base. For a person who has obtained most of SHIELD's information base, it is only a matter of time to find the Lighthouse Base. "You also raided the SHIELD base?"

Agent Coulson got no answer. When passing an intersection, the car stopped. The driver skillfully inserted a data interface into the car console and began to tamper with the GPS positioning data. Seeing this, Agent Coulson knew that the other party was extremely well prepared. Jeffrey Mace would definitely keep an eye on the car until the driver took him to the airport and watched him board the plane. Now the fake GPS information will drive all the way to Ronald Reagan Airport, and the car will drive to another road in the opposite direction after the light turns green. Agent Coulson has no idea what is waiting at the end of that road. Looking at him.

"I don't understand." Phil Coulson asked the doubt in his heart, "If we are always causing trouble in your eyes, why don't you just kill us all?"

"Am I already a murderer in your mind now, Agent Coulson? Just because I didn't follow your values ​​and do good things?" The co-pilot passenger laughed, "You who lived during the Cold War should understand. Fanatic patriotism cannot explain the scandals of those years, or the soldiers who demonstrated tactics in Vietnam that were indistinguishable from those of the Nazis, or why soldiers defended the United States thousands of miles away. Our ideas still don't fit. Even Steve Rogers, after I showed him the truth about that history, he was no longer the American symbol that you worshiped as a propagandist."

"That doesn't explain your behavior at all."

"Because of your courage and humanity, Agent Coulson. Because of your humanity, you will choose between your predetermined destiny." The passenger in the co-pilot laughed, thousands of small machines driving the bionic muscles under the skin. Open the corners of your mouth, and your expression is very natural, with no abnormalities visible. "I believe you will make a choice that is beneficial to mankind, even if it is not the optimal solution. I believe you have the courage to face that dark future and fight for hope with humanity. I have never given others such a Except for Steve Rogers, he is stupider than you, but I still see in him the future and courage that mankind should fight for."

Agent Coulson seemed uncomfortable with the sudden praise, especially from a man who was described by many European and American media as a madman, a tyrant, a Nazi, a dictator, a mental patient, an ideologue, and an evil person who deserved to be cursed seven times. Unbelievers. "I will not kill you, Agent Coulson, because you are a kind person. Although stupid, you are kind." He said, "Although I have always believed that the bottom line of justice is survival, I don't think I have any intention of survival. There is nothing but rights. I need you to embark on your destiny to save the future of mankind and save other rights, including survival."

"Why are you refusing to answer questions?"

There was no answer, just silence, and the cold raindrops that hit the car window and slowly slid down.

Nighttime temperatures are dropping in Washington, and drivers are reluctant to crank up their air conditioners to keep things warm. Agent Phil Coulson exhaled a hard breath. He blinked again and found that there was no sharp blade against his neck, but he still felt the sting and coldness of his skin. Chills shot up his spine. He had been running around Washington all day, and the only chance he had to take in sugar was the cup of sweet coffee in the morning. To this day, he could still recall the moment when it rolled down his throat like sandpaper. Unmelted sugar in the piping hot coffee.

Agent Coulson suddenly felt sorry for the man in front of him.

He knew that he had had countless opportunities to pull this person out over the years, but every time this person refused help from others, and walked on the thorny path for a future and possibility that others could not see. The road is scarred. Agent Coulson knew that he could not understand this obsession and sense of responsibility. In his eyes, this man was a prisoner who had locked his soul in the prison of humanity. No one in this world could open the door to that prison. But this sentiment was quickly dismissed, and he knew he was entering into a negotiation. After so many years, the way they work together has changed dramatically, and SHIELD can no longer back him up. "I've had enough of your prophecies, old friend. Let's resolve this matter, okay?" Agent Coulson said, "I don't have the "Dark God Book". I can help you find the owner of the "Dark God Book". "Book". Does this condition allow you to let go of my friends? "

Eight in the morning