The Death Knell

"AC! Here!"

Sitting in the driving seat of the carriage, Jessica waved to Colson on the roof.

He must be asked to come down quickly. How cool is it for a young man to climb up and down and sit on the roof of a three-story building to look cool?

The smelly wind blowing from the river would make the uncle's hair swing back, making his forehead look even bigger.

The AC that the female detective said is the English abbreviation of Agent Coulson. Young people call him that because it is cooler.

However, the agent did not come down immediately for the round. Instead, he waved for Jessica to come up. He had something he wanted to show her.

"Go up and take a look. There are no police or other law enforcement personnel in this dimension. No one will care about your robbery of the carriage, so there is no need to be too impatient."

In response, Deathstroke gave another instruction from the earphones.

The female detective nodded. She did have a strong curiosity, so after looking around to see if there was no one nearby, she flew up and landed directly next to the agent.

Logically speaking, what Coulson wanted to show her was a nest of eggs.

But in the small nest made of withered grass and branches, each of these bird eggs was like the eyeball of a creature, black and white, sticking together like frog eggs, and turning like a bone, with the pupils looking at the two people.

When you gaze into the abyss, the abyss gazes into you.

When Jessica looked at such compound eyes, she felt a chill down her back. She almost punched into the bird's nest to destroy such disgusting things.

However, she still held back, because she believed that what she was facing were things that should not exist. They were the enemy's tricks to disturb her mood. There was no need to waste emotions and energy on these things.

"It seems that you have also discovered it." Colson took out a handkerchief to cover the bird's nest and said to himself: "After I was involved in this dimension, I immediately chose to climb up and look far away. This is easier. I used binoculars to look for my teammates, but that’s when I discovered this bird’s nest.”

"Well, you want to say that there is a thick layer of ash on the dead branches that make up the bird's nest, and obviously no female bird has come back to take care of it for a while, but these 'eggs are still active, right?"

The female detective took a puff of the cigarette in her mouth and wanted to give her uncle one, but Coulson was a very self-disciplined person and he did not smoke.

In fact, she didn't notice the details of the bird's nest. Her attention was attracted by those eyes just now. Deathstroke taught her how to say it in the earphones.

"I always felt like it meant something."

When the agent saw that the girl understood what he meant, he turned around and prepared to go downstairs:

"In my previous work, I have dealt with many ancient ruins on the earth. Girl, I can tell you that most of the time, when eggs appear in murals or sculptures, it means the next one. In the picture, some bad things will be nurtured and born. And eyeballs? That’s even more annoying.”

"I don't have a clue at the moment, and the information is not enough to support my judgment." Jessica pinched out the cigarette, took out the flask from her jacket and took a sip: "In short, we should try to find the lost team members first, and then search for them. Traces of the Guardians of the Galaxy, then get out of here."

"You're right, Miss Jones." Colson nodded with a smile. He took out his pistol to check the bullets: "I hope everything goes well, and I have a good hunch about finding someone. In most cases To put it bluntly, my feeling is correct, this is the basic quality of an agent."

"I feel good too, detective intuition."

Jessica smiled slightly. Her feeling was not unfounded. After all, it was enough to know that the death knell was paying attention to her somewhere.

The two climbed down from the roof and returned to the carriage that smelled of moldy wood. The old horse was still panting and pawing its hooves. It looked at Jessica with a slightly resentful look, and the corners of its mouth were white. Mo, obviously he hasn't recovered yet.

But the female detective couldn't control that much. She rummaged around in her pocket and took out a few candies. She didn't know when they were leftover. The candies inside were all stuck to the wrapping paper, but she Or quickly peel it off and stuff it into the horse's mouth

Here, just think of it as replenishing energy.

Then she sat in the driver's seat, and Coulson naturally sat next to her. Although the two people's clothing was very different from other humanoid creatures on the street, the natives here seemed to turn a blind eye to them.

"Miss Jones, how do you think about what I told you last time?" The carriage started to drive slowly, and Coulson smiled and talked about his mission: "Do you want to join our SHIELD? Joining is four. A top-level agent, you get a stipend for doing tasks, a subsidy for meals, and we also have dental insurance, which is much more stable than running your own shop."

"SHIELD doesn't even have its own spaceship now." You don't need the Deathstroke Cult to say this, Jessica herself would say: "Even if I join the X-Men, it looks more promising, right?"

Yes, the X-Men do not have spaceships, and they seem to have lost most of their scientific research capabilities after Beast died.

But Professor X’s wife is the queen of the Shi’ar Empire. Isn’t it easy to get a spaceship?

"Haha, you really know how to joke. You're not a mutant, you don't have the X gene." Colson smiled and shook his head. Obviously, he took Jessica's excuse as a joke.

"Let me think about it again. The key point is that SHIELD doesn't allocate houses. When will the money from being an agent be enough to buy an apartment in New York?"

Lighting another cigarette and flipping up her wavy hair, the female detective shook her head. She shook the reins and asked the old horse to speed up:

"Besides, what time is it now? We are all in space. The new currency system will definitely replace the US dollar. The benefits you mentioned are useless now."

Maintaining his usual smile, Coulson shrugged, knowing the problem.

But when Fury gave these conditions, everyone had not yet reached heaven. He now has no authority to make more promises, and he does not know what the SHIELD team will gain from this operation.

In addition, the entire S.H.I.E.L.D. is now full of confusion, especially after realizing that both the Divine Spear Bureau and the Skyward Sword Bureau have the ability to go to heaven.

In the past few decades, S.H.I.E.L.D. had been the dominant force, but now, overnight, everyone seemed to have turned into an idol boy band that was old and lustful; while the country music singer behind him was The brothers were invited to be the halftime performers at the Super Bowl.

The contrast is so great.

Times have changed so fast that even Coulson, who usually thinks he is still young, feels a little powerless.

Today was his first time entering another dimension, and he also saw strange bird eggs that looked like eyeballs. Although he didn't show any nervousness or similar negative emotions on his face, what exactly was he thinking in his heart.

He knows it himself.