Devil in Marvel

Coulson picked up the red wine and gestured to the old man opposite, then drank the red wine in the glass with a smile on his face, and said with a smile: "Mr. Fafner, is this the red wine you brought from England? It tastes good. "

The old man named Fafnir smiled, shook the wine glass in his hand, glanced at the still calm Coulson, and smiled gently: "No, I just bought this bottle of red wine when I came to America."

"Oh, what a pity, I thought it was the red wine brewed by Mr. Fafner himself in the winery in England. It seems that I have no chance to taste the red wine brewed by Mr. Fafner himself."

"Haha, Agent Coulson, you're such an interesting guy, I'm starting to like you more and more. As an apology for the poor hospitality, I have to buy you another drink."

Fafnir snapped his fingers, and the red wine bottle on the table shook slightly, then flew up slowly, and refilled Coulson's empty glass with red wine.

"Thank you."

Fafnir put down the red wine glass in his hand, wiped his mouth with a handkerchief, glanced at the housekeeper who was dragging the corpse not far away, and ordered: "Bieber, just drag them into the bedroom, prepare the plane tickets, we Leave tonight."

"Master, then... you don't plan to go over there?"

"No, I don't know him that well, and I have a hunch that no matter what plan he has, his plan will not succeed."

After Fafnir came to the United States, he heard some rumors, and he had a hunch that this time Lucifer, the hell lord, might have a big somersault.

Originally, Fafnir had just thought of leaving. Coincidentally, at this time, Coulson and others came to give the head away.

"Understood, Master."

A trace of doubt flashed in Coulson's eyes, and he asked, "Mr. Fafner, didn't you come here for Satan? Why are you planning to leave tonight?"

Fafnir took a deep look at Coulson, and said with a smile, "He's not Satan, he's just a lord of hell. I came here this time just to see how far he can go. "

"Mr. Fafnir, I don't know, can I ask you a question that is a bit presumptuous."

Fafnir sat back on the sofa again, and looked at Coulson with admiration. He liked Coulson, a calm, wise, and courageous human being. He stays to replace Bieber who is getting worse and worse with age.

So Fafnir said generously: "Yes, but in exchange, Agent Coulson must answer my questions truthfully."

Coulson nodded: "Of course."

Fafnir made a gesture of invitation: "You ask first."

"Did Mr. Fafnir come from hell? How long has he lived as a human? Why did this hell lord summon you demons this time? What is his purpose?" Coulson was not polite, and asked several times Questions, anyway, are people who are dying, and if you can ask one, you can make a profit.

"Greed is not good, Agent Coulson."

Fafnir was taken aback by Coulson's series of questions, and said with a grim expression: "At first, I admired you quite a bit, but now, your score is much lower than mine."

Coulson shrugged and said indifferently: "Mr. Fafner, if my score is not enough for me to survive with you, then it doesn't matter if it is lower or higher."

"Hahahaha!"

Fafnir was amused by his words, and said with a smile, "To be honest, I'm a bit reluctant to kill you, you're very interesting."

Coulson showed his signature smile: "Mr. Fafner, please forgive me for being too curious. I still want to know the answers to these questions first."

"I could tell you something, but something."

Having said that, Fafnir stopped and looked at Coulson.

Coulson smiled and said: "I can understand, I also sometimes."

Fafnir nodded in satisfaction, and said with a smile: "I am indeed from hell, but I have not been here for a long time. The original owner of this body made a wish to me. After I fulfilled his wish They took everything from him, including this body."

Speaking of this, Fafnir paused for a moment, wanting to see Coulson's reaction, seeing that he was still smiling and looking at him indifferently, as if he didn't care about the wish of the original owner of this body at all.

Not seeing the reaction he expected, Fafnir was a little disappointed, but then he became happier and more satisfied with Coulson.

He went on to say: "As for the hell lord calling us? I think you misunderstood something. He did call his followers, but I am different from those ordinary people. I just came here out of curiosity. "

Hearing this, Coulson couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. Originally, he could only pray secretly that Agent Ward and Agent Carter wouldn't be as unlucky as he was and won the jackpot directly.

But hearing what Fafner said, there seemed to be nothing worth noting among the remaining people, so Ward and Carter didn't have to worry about their safety.

However, I can accurately step on mines from 22 people, which offends some gods, it can be so unlucky!

Fafner saw that Coulson's face changed a little, the corners of his mouth curled up, and he said with a smile: "Agent Coulson, what's wrong with you, you got what you wanted so quickly?"

"Well, thank you Mr. Fafnir for your answer."

At this moment, Coulson was searched by the housekeeper, and the mobile phone not far away rang.

The two looked at the phone at the same time.

Fafnir snapped his fingers, and the phone automatically floated towards him.

Fafnir picked up the phone and glanced at the incoming call, but there was no note.

"It may be from my subordinates, asking about my safety."

Fafnir looked at the phone, then at Coulson, and finally threw the phone to Coulson with a smile. In his astonished eyes, Fafnir smiled and said: "Take it, let's see what he wants to do .”

As a powerful demon, Fafnir didn't feel that a group of mortals could threaten him at all. On the contrary, he even somewhat expected that this group of people would rush over to give him his head. That's why he so generously let Coulson take over. Telephone.

Coulson took the phone in astonishment, looked at the phone in his hand and hesitated for a while, and when the phone was about to hang up automatically, he gritted his teeth and pressed the answer button.

"Sir, where are you guys? I've been back for a long time, and I've already found out where these cultists gather. I'll wait for you and Carter to come back and act together."

This is Ward.

When Coulson heard that Carter didn't go back, he looked up at Fafner, and asked anxiously: "Carter hasn't gone back yet? It shouldn't be, they are all ordinary people, can Carter still be able to handle this? I don't think she has It's not suitable for field work, so I'll demote her when I go back, and let her go back to the Bureau to do a civilian job, and she won't go to the battlefield in the future."

On the other hand, Ward was stunned. Why was there something strange about Coulson, but for a while he couldn't figure out what was wrong.

Ward tentatively said: "Sir, is this punishment a little too exaggerated? Maybe Agent Carter just encountered some delays, there is no need..."

Coulson interrupted him, and said in a somewhat angry tone: "Don't talk about this useless, she was originally a related party, and it was for her own good to let her return to the bureau. In case something happened one day, her family People don't have to trouble us yet, so that's it, you just stay where you are and wait for my return."

I hope he can understand the information and don't make my sacrifice in vain.

After finishing speaking, he hung up the phone without giving Ward a chance to speak. Coulson smiled apologetically at Fafner: "Sorry, I made you laugh, my subordinates are too disappointing."

Fafnir stared deeply at Coulson, and after a long time, he showed a kind smile and said with a smile: "Agent Coulson, you are really a good leader."

Seeing Fafnir's smile, Coulson relaxed his tense muscles a little, only then did he realize that his back was a little chilly, and his vest was already wet with cold sweat.

"Thank you, Mr. Fafner, for your compliment."

"Then it's time for me to ask a question?"

"Mr. Fafnir, please ask."

"So, do you know something about what happened in New York a while ago?"

I am familiar with this.

Coulson had a strange expression on his face, and asked, "I don't know, Mr. Fafner, what do you want to know, because a lot of things have happened in New York recently."

Fafnir frowned and said, "What I want to know is about a demon. You'd better not use the matter of that playboy to perfuse me."

When Coulson heard this, his expression became even more strange, and he said, "There are two demons in New York, which one do you want to ask?"

I really don't know about this!

"Two? Which two?"

PS: 5500 words a day, I am really surprised by my potential! !