Marvel Magic Case Files

Chapter 1734: Friends from Ancient Greece

Four hours had passed since Natasha entered the base, and she felt that this time had been quite pleasant.

The long table was filled with refreshments, and they talked about the time-travel mission over coffee and tea. These refreshments were prepared by Jemma Simmons, and although they were just cheap snacks, they still looked decent.

SHIELD is entertaining these two uninvited guests seriously. Although SHIELD has reached a cooperation with the US officials, there can be no stores in the secret military base, and all these non-essential items need to be purchased outside.

The experience of Coulson's team seventy years later is sympathetic. As a listener, Natasha carefully collected information while drinking hot coffee and cookies. She was also very curious about the Kree. The few aliens she came into contact with were either quick-trained soldiers bred by biochemicals or alien princes with single-threaded brains.

Although Coulson's team only stayed in the space station for a few months, the living habits of the Kree nobles they learned were very interesting. Living habits are a reflection of social culture to a large extent, just like the water pies during the Great Depression in the United States. Through a little detail, we may be able to deduce the current situation of Kree society.

She has retired from the profession of agent and collects information purely out of personal habit.

If possible, Natasha would prefer to call this stop-and-go trip from Houston to Zurich "The X-Files" or "American Horror Story", and she would like to change to a more accurate name when they leave the United States. Now it seems that the plan to fly out of the United States will be delayed for a while.

When her travel companion and bed partner bluntly pointed out that SHIELD was in big trouble, she knew that this trip was destined to be a disaster and that she might have to turn around and board a private plane to the Great Lakes region soon.

"You mean, haunted?"

"This is not the same as Hannah's."

Coulson was not afraid of leaks, after all, the mission about Hannah happened before the destruction of SHIELD. The mission was successfully completed with the help of the young Salomon at that time. If Natasha wanted to know, she could always look through the files.

"To be precise, the things in the Lighthouse Base are not ghosts, but psychological mappings."

Coulson looked over at Salomon, who sat with his hands on the table, concentrating on a mug with a silly Siamese cat on it, as if it was the most important thing in the world. The mug had survived the explosion in the lower levels of the Lighthouse and had been brought to Los Angeles as a good luck charm.

"Yes, we got into trouble and we can't solve it." The no longer young agent said in an apologetic tone, "You know, we didn't mean to cause trouble. This was an accident."

Enoch stiffened his neck and looked towards the only human present who had professional knowledge and experience.

The one who detonated the lower level of the Lighthouse Base was also an immortal. In principle, it is difficult to say whether Enoch has any relationship with them. As the only remaining immortal, Enoch is responsible for this. "I apologize for this. This is a serious accident." The immortal said, "But my companion did not leave a complete storage core. I can't be sure why he did this. I am an observer and they are executors. They do not accept my orders. My authority is at the same level as theirs."

"I understand you, prophet. You don't need to apologize. I never doubted you." Salomon gently comforted the simple immortal. Natasha watched this scene with joy - she found that from the time she arrived in Houston to now, Salomon has become more and more empathetic, as if the Salomon before time travel is gradually returning to this world.

"You have compassion for the human race, which is a precious quality. Moreover, you are my friend and helped me escape from this difficult situation. I owe you a favor."

"You know what happens when boulders are mixed together." Enoch nodded, his way of expressing his gratitude.

"I know," Salomon said in ancient Greek. "You used three samples of the stone to make a beacon. Otherwise, I would not be able to leave the underworld."

"Although I don't know what you are talking about, I need to briefly explain the situation at the Lighthouse Base..."

Coulson rubbed his hands together.

He didn't like the scene where Enoch and Salomon talked in ancient Greek, but he wouldn't ask an ancient Greek expert to translate the recording on the spot after the conversation like Nick Fury did. This was neither polite nor respectful. His determination to change the way SHIELD works was not just talk, but was based on conscience and morality, upholding the simple concepts of justice and equality, just like the golden spirit represented by Captain America.

"In short, someone detonated a boulder, causing a space-time rift deep inside the Lighthouse base. We don't know where the rift leads to, but the drones that flew through the rift captured some... horrifying things, and they're different every time."

"Like a Boggart, the one from Harry Potter." Daisy Johnson interrupted at an inopportune moment, earning Melinda May a dissatisfied look. "I think he would want to know this, May, and my description is accurate. Those rifts always produce things we fear, and more importantly, those things will come out and attack us."

"My ex-husband, Andrew, is also inside." Melinda May crossed her arms. Natasha Romanoff knew that Melinda May was married and who Andrew was, but she didn't know why Melinda mentioned this. Even ordinary people who came out of the space-time rift would not pose a threat to the Lighthouse Base.

"The Inhuman form of Andrew, the Inhuman hunter Whip." Jemma Simmons added, "It took us a lot of effort to expel him."

"The rift is getting bigger and bigger. Salomon, please help me. We've worked together in the past, and you're the only one I know who understands this kind of thing." Coulson looked at Natasha Romanoff. "If you refuse, I can only ask the priests in the Vatican to help the exorcist, although I don't think they have the ability to solve the problem."

Coulson chose not to take advantage of Melinda May and Jemma Simmons' new discoveries.

Coulson believes that in the relationship between Salomon and Natasha Romanoff, Salomon may be the dominant one. Black Widow Natasha will never take the initiative to provide any help, and persuading Natasha Romanoff will not change Salomon's mind.

What's more, the relationship between S.H.I.E.L.D. and Black Widow is not as harmonious as in the past. Nick Fury never disappoints people when it comes to disappointing people. Even before the destruction of S.H.I.E.L.D., the King of Agents still kept the secret from the core agents.

Coulson just hopes that Salomon will help SHIELD solve this strange incident for the sake of past friendship and the responsibilities of Kamar-Taj, just like in the past when they fought against the demons from another dimension that came to Earth in the Ghost Rider Johnny Blaze incident.

SHIELD can handle alien squads and terrorist organizations that invade the earth, but it is absolutely unable to fight against fragments from another dimension that use the power of demons and gods. Only people with magic can defeat those things that cannot be defeated. This is the experience that SHIELD has summed up after several attempts.

"Want to visit the lighthouse base?" Salomon looked at his female companion.

"If possible, I would rather sunbathe on the Cape Verde Islands than on the cold northern border. Canada is too boring. The only advantage there is that it is easy to escape from the US military." Natasha Romanoff smiled as bright as the sun. "I hope your maid team has prepared a private resort hotel."

"Dinah has sent the weapons and equipment aboard, making sure no one disturbs us from enjoying the sunshine and the cool sunscreen."

Natasha has already chosen a private beach and a sea view villa. The beach and the 3-kilometer sea area extending from the beach belong to her, and no one else can set foot in it. She can smear the slippery sunscreen all over her body, lie naked on the beach chair without worrying about other people's eyes, and she is also looking forward to enjoying the sunbath with Dinah and getting closer to the artificial girl favored by the Creator.

After all, they are about to become a real family.

She also knew that Salomon could not accompany her for too long. Relying on Wanda, who was also a Slav, she could not get more time to spend with Salomon from the two Western European witches. Winning over Dinah was the best choice. She knew that Dinah was only loyal to her master, not the two witches. Natasha had made up her mind to get pregnant on this trip. Now nothing could make up for the regret, and no one could stop her.

"Tell me, dear, is this serious?" Natasha raised her eyes, looking very charming. "I don't mind waiting for a while, and I don't mind shooting ghosts, so that I can call myself an exorcist. Maybe I need to start making business cards. Black widow is obviously not a word that can be printed on business cards."

"Enoch once did an experiment. By mixing three samples of the megalith at a specific time, he was able to create an extremely bright psychic beacon in the outer dimension. That beacon can guide the humans trapped in the outer dimension and... the predators that were originally there." Salomon shook his head. "Even if I don't use the Earth's planetary defense system now, I can feel the rift, not to mention what's on the other side. It's too late to do anything now. If the lighthouse base wasn't buried deep underground, it would definitely cause very serious outer dimensional pollution."

"It sounds terrible." Natasha frowned, and for the first time she took this matter seriously. She had no idea about the pollution of the outer dimension, because Salomon took the initiative to delete part of her memory. The memories of contact with the outer gods were too horrible, and once she remembered them, it would completely destroy her mind as a human being. Ignorance is the best protection for mankind, this sentence is true.

"Will this take a lot of time?" "No, I don't intend to waste time on this." Salomon clapped his hands and looked to the other side of the long table. "I'm sorry, Coulson, it seems that we have no plans to travel to the Great Lakes region."

Coulson sighed deeply.

He looked down and saw the silly Siamese cat with underbite on the mug staring at him, and the sluggish cat eyes showed that he was powerless to do anything about it. "Fitz proposed using the Graviton to change the gravity of a small area to bridge the space-time rift." Coulson frowned and tried to make a last effort, "But the rift will always exist. If we can't keep the power on, the Graviton will fail, and the things in the rift will definitely escape."

"This method is indeed effective. In another hundred years, the rift will disappear. The only drawback is that it wastes materials and energy." Salomon looked at Leopold Fitz with admiration. He always knew that this young man (although Fitz was much older than him before time travel) was very talented, but he didn't expect him to be so creative - it is indeed feasible to distort space-time and offset the space-time rift by electrifying materials such as gravitonium, but it requires a lot of electricity - as for where the electricity comes from, Salomon doesn't think he needs to worry about it.

"Even if you convince me, it won't help. I have more important things to do."

"You're on vacation now, Salomon." Coulson felt the exhaustion of the day coming back to him. Because of the information asymmetry, he was always unable to take the initiative. No wonder Nick Fury wanted to recruit Salomon so much and dig out enough information. Now that he was the one to contact Salomon, Coulson finally felt the pain of his boss.

"I don't see you attacking NATO members or fighting against some big devil."

"Summer is almost over. We plan to seize every second to enjoy the good times, because there won't be much time to rest in the future." Salomon gently held Natasha's hand beside him. "For me now, keeping her in a happy mood is the most important thing now."

Coulson caught the key words, "Future? What will happen in the future?"

"It has nothing to do with you. This is not a crisis you can handle."

"I was hoping you could reveal a little information. Now that SHIELD is working with the U.S. government, I can always help."

"Does SHIELD have a ship that can cross several galaxies? If so, I don't mind accepting help." Agent Coulson shut up, and he once again felt the pain of information asymmetry. "Also, someone wants to check the account book of Tabot, the liaison between the military and SHIELD. As far as I know, Congress approved a large amount of funds allocated by the military to SHIELD..."

Agent Coulson instantly understood the subtext.

SHIELD does not receive any funding from the Pentagon.

Now some people want to check the Pentagon's account books, but because of the Pentagon's many old and messy accounts that can never be filled, the auditors sent by politicians can only start from the account book that is the least involved and the most recent. Otherwise, a helicopter crash or a suicide by being shot eight times in the back are foreseeable.

The real purpose of the politicians who initiated the audit is not to clean up corruption in the Pentagon but to attack political opponents, so they will only start with the simplest projects. Otherwise, if the Iran-Contra case or other secret arms sales are involved, some retired congressmen will inevitably be implicated.

It just so happens that the Pentagon currently has an expenditure that does not involve foreign military aid, and SHIELD's suspicion has not been cleared yet, so it is the perfect place to start the operation.

"Thank you for your reminder."

At dusk, Dinah drove away from the SHIELD military base. Natasha Romanoff pressed a button to open the curtains in the back seat, watching the almost intoxicating deep amber sunlight gradually sink into the dark and broken sea. She said nothing, just watched quietly. In the past, she came to Los Angeles to perform missions, and she didn't have much vacation time. She would sleep in the apartment assigned by SHIELD for a few days before going on field missions again.

"How are Rogers and the others doing?" She asked after a long while. "I mean, in terms of their mental state."

"He's doing well and is now working with Wakanda to combat the black market in Europe. Human trafficking, drug trade and arms trade outside the borders of Yugoslavia have been reduced a lot. In addition, Steve, Sam and James Buchanan, who is in seclusion in Wakanda, have been very effective in combating pirates in the Red Sea. I can't ask for more."

“Are those positions still open?”

"I don't think you'd be interested in this sort of thing. SHIELD rarely carries out missions like this. When did you become so keen on fighting black market crime?"

"Not for me, Salomon," Natasha said. "I have a sister. Many sisters, to be exact."

"Red house?"

"I hope they can have a complete life." Natasha clenched the warm hand beside her, "I am lucky, so I want them to be as lucky as me."

"I'm not going to cast a spell for every Black Widow, Natasha."

"I remember that the repair surgery in the Immortal City can make them fertile. You showed me the technology of directed organ cultivation. Miracles come at a price. Perhaps they can work for you to replace part of their remuneration. It is much better than letting them work for the oil oligarchs... At least working for you can give them the opportunity to undergo surgery."

"So you're going to have all the Black Widows working for me?"

"Not all of them. I can't make the decision for all of them, so I plan to persuade them. Now I'll start with the Black Widow who I know best. I'll contact her when I get to Zurich. I assure you that Yelena's professional skills can help you." Natasha changed her expression to a pleasant one. "This matter is too far away. What I want to talk about is what happened just now, Mr. Odysseus. I really want to know the story between you and the immortal. I also heard you mentioned the daughter of Helios."

"You can understand ancient Greek?" Salomon was curious. "Do agents need to learn so many useless skills?"

Natasha poked Salomon's chest hard with her finger.

"Answer my question quickly. Don't expect any reason from a jealous woman." Her eyes narrowed dangerously. "Legend has it that Circe, the daughter of the sun god Helios, gave birth to three sons for Odysseus... Although I know that myths and legends are not true, I heard you mention that your former lover is now living in the United States. As Mrs. Natalie Savage (the last name of this fake identity is Savage, not Pendragon), I have the right to know who my opponent is."

"The Greek gods are different from the Asgardian gods, Natasha. They are primordial spirits without form until they find a partner." There is still a relatively long distance to reach the villa. In order to kill time, Salomon does not mind revealing some ancient secrets. Hearing this topic, Natasha immediately came over curiously - Dinah was not interested in this topic, not only because she was concentrating on fulfilling her driving duties, but also because she was an eyewitness of that long time. Information that is so ancient that it is incredible for mortals is no secret to her.

"The Eternals are artificial gods created by the physical gods of the physical universe. They will never age or die, and possess extraordinary power. They are responsible for supervising the evolution of intelligent life on Earth. However, some of the Eternals became the possession of the original spirit in order to escape the fate set for them by the gods. Circe is one of them."

"So, do all the gods in mythology really exist?" Natasha raised her eyebrows. "But I'm more interested in another piece of information. Can bullets kill Eternals?"

Salomon sighed and couldn't help rubbing his forehead.

He didn't know why all his lovers were keen on solving problems with bullets - except Wanda. She was too gentle and sweet, not at all like a Slavic woman - Bayonetta and Jeanne were heavy firepower lovers. Now that Natasha's true nature had been exposed, he wondered if it was a mistake for him to store so many weapons in the basement of his villa in Houston.

"Unfortunately, even though the Eternals' rebirth chamber has been shut down by me, it's not that easy to kill an Eternal."

"So, I can only use other methods to win over her. I've decided that I want to have one more than her." Natasha tilted her head and pretended to think, then she turned over and rode on. The executive version of Bentley had a huge back seat, which gave her more room to move around, and she was very satisfied with it. Natasha leaned down and lay on Salomon's body, "We have to hurry up, dear, and try to have one before I meet my sister. This will make Yelena jealous and crazy!"