Pokémon Invasion Marvel

The little apprentice's face was black and white from the smoke, and there were tears in his eyes.

"It's alright, you're safe."

Emerson comforted Felicia who was in his arms, but his eyes were like knives, piercing Lester who was like a puppet.

Felicia had told him what had happened, though in fits and starts.

But that's enough, at least it's enough for Emerson to know who to settle accounts with.

"Mr. Qiao, we need to arrest this man!"

Natasha looked at the two people hugging each other, remembered the order she had just received, and said helplessly.

She felt that Nick Fury, a dead bald head, was embarrassing her Black Widow.

Let her snatch people from the furious Emerson, it is better to let her go undercover in the most dangerous terrorist organization.

At least what needs to be faced is a human being, not an inhuman pervert like Emerson.

"Nick Fury shouldn't be a secret agent, it's too good to be true.

He should pick up the trash and be able to make the most of his talent. "

Emerson smiled sarcastically.

If it weren't for the fact that they saved Felicia just now, he would have cleared the field long ago, so why would they let them stay here.

Unexpectedly, Nick Fury would go so far as to dare to raise such a condition.

"Okay, here you have the final say."

Natasha spread her hands and took a step back.

Nick Fury asked her to bring it up, she had successfully done it, and the rest was out of her hands.

"Candle spirit, undo the confusion."

Now that you know who to turn to for settlement, of course you have to ask clearly.

It would be bad if it was left out. Enemies are only good if they are dead.

"This is……"

Lester's memory was still just now, when the candle in front of Emerson suddenly came in front of him, and he couldn't remember the rest.

So looking at the familiar environment around me, I didn't react for a while.

"Who told you to do this, or who is behind you?"

Emerson didn't care what he was thinking, and directly asked the question he wanted to know.

"I won't say it!"

At this time, Leicester also saw Emerson and Felicia.

After hearing Emerson's question, he suddenly had an idea that even if he couldn't let him escape, he could delay it for some time.

He knew that only by surviving would he get a chance. If he died here, then everything would be in vain.

So when he said such seemingly tough words, he wanted Emerson to think that someone ordered him to do this.

As long as Emerson wants to know who is behind him, he will not kill him easily, and torture or something is really worthless compared to life.

"Do you need my help? I know a little about this."

Hearing Lester's answer, Natasha came over and introduced herself.

She thinks this is a good opportunity to get closer, plus what she did with Felicia just now.

Even if she doesn't give her anything in return, it will bring the relationship between them closer.

As long as the relationship is closer, with her means, it will be easier to want anything.

"No, I still have a solution for things like interrogation."

"I leave it to you, Candle Fire Spirit, remember to slow down."

Emerson rejected Natasha's kindness and handed Leicester directly to Candle Spirit.

Chapter 111 This Sound Is Unscientific!

Candle Spirit's interrogation method is very simple, it is to absorb the blood in Leicester's body.

Especially under Emerson's order, the speed was deliberately slowed down.

This kind of feeling of being hollowed out a little bit is undoubtedly an extremely cruel punishment.

This can be seen from Natasha who is watching.

Natasha tightened her combat uniform and pushed it back, but her eyes were still fixed on Candle Spirit and Lester.

Especially the blood line between the two is the focus of her attention.

Now she sincerely feels that she was out of line just now.

This kind of persuasive questioning skills has almost blown away the ones she knows.

If she was persecuting the enemy physically, this candle-like monster undoubtedly did it spiritually.

At this time, Emerson took Felicia and Alexei and left here. He had to find a place to settle the two of them before he could continue with the next thing.

Felicia had already left with Emerson just now, and she suddenly remembered Alexei.

The surprise of seeing Emerson made her forget her real benefactor for a moment.

It was also Alexei's good luck, because of the S.H.I.E.L.D., he survived Lester's hand.

In the subsequent battles, although stray bullets would fall on him from time to time, they did not cause too much damage to him due to the broken armor on his body.

The reason why there was no movement was because he was directly stunned by the pressure of hunting.

His body, which was repeatedly injured, couldn't resist Shou's Longwei at all, and he was completely dizzy.

If Felicia hadn't thought of him, she might not be able to find him until the battlefield was cleaned.

After comforting the little apprentice and letting her stay and watch the hero Alexei, Emerson returned to the yard alone.

As soon as he stepped into the courtyard, Emerson saw a circle of S.H.I.E.L.D. agents from a distance, and Natasha, the black widow, was at the front.

"If Nick Fury knew that you were doing this, wouldn't he want to retrain a group of men?"

"He wouldn't think of it that way because that's what he ordered."

The agents here are all dumb, and the only one who can answer Emerson's questions is Natasha, the nominal team leader.

"Nick Fury really took great pains!"

Hearing Natasha's answer, Emerson immediately understood what she meant.

This Nick Fury guy must be watching from the shadows, having all the agents in a circle just to be able to get all the angles.

It is estimated that the scientific research department of their S.H.I.E.L.D. department is already studying the principle of Candlelight's ability.

"Lester, do you have anything to say?"

Walking in from the road that the agents automatically separated, Emerson looked at Leicester who had shrunk by a full circle, and asked.

"Let... let go... me, I can... can... I can take you... to find..."

It took a lot of effort for Lester to raise his head. He looked at Emerson and said intermittently.

At this point, he still hasn't given up on survival, hoping to get a moment's respite.

"It's a man, I've fulfilled you."

Emerson's patience had been exhausted, and he was not interested in continuing. After saying this, he signaled the candle spirit to devour him directly.

Emerson's order to Candle Spirit was not just to devour blood, it also included Leicester's soul.

Compared with other ghost elves, the biggest difference between Candle Spirit and them is that he does not feed on emotions such as fear.

His recipes are very complicated, but what he loves most is the blood and soul of living beings.

That's why, Emerson would ask Arceus not to continue dropping candle spirit eggs.

Because this kind of elf is too ferocious, not to mention their feeding habits, even if they have to suck up the trainer every time they evolve, they are doomed to be unsuitable for training.

Emerson is not afraid of them studying the Candle Spirit at all, not to mention that this is only the most primitive juvenile, even if it is the final evolutionary form, the Crystal Lantern Spirit, it is not afraid of being studied by them.

Because everything was preordained long ago, the Candle Fire Spirit was the only one in the whole world who would have it.

Things that can be researched by looking at them are only on paper after all.

As the candle spirit began to let go of its speed, Lester's expression suddenly became distorted and hideous.

"Ah! Oh! Ah!"

Emerson suddenly turned his head and stared at Lester's face, he could hear a hint of coolness from the screams?

In any case, this is a bit unscientific!

Natasha's expression also became weird, and she moved her position quietly, trying to stay away from Emerson.

"I think you're thinking something bad?"

How could she hide Emerson from her small actions.

With his back to Natasha, Emerson's faint voice came.

"No! No! How come!"

"I just can't accept such a cruel scene!"

How could Natasha admit his statement, she immediately shook her head and denied it.

"I'm shocked that's coming out of your black widow's mouth."

After teasing her casually, Emerson let her go and continued to look at Lester in front of him.

After observing for a few seconds, Emerson discovered that the sound just now was not accidental, because Lester's howling sound became more ecstasy.

"Candle Fire Spirit, what's going on here?"

Since you can't see the reason, you can only ask the person concerned.

No, it's the elf in question!

"spirit!"

Candle Spirit's answer made the corner of Emerson's mouth twitch.

It turned out to be a predation technique inherited in the bloodline, the purpose is to make the prey unable to resist during the process of being swallowed.

"Withdraw, withdraw.

Just let him die in pain, we must respect other people's right to enjoy death! "

After figuring out what was going on, Emerson immediately asked Candle Fire Spirit to remove this ability.

What kind of humanity is there to deal with the enemy?

Emerson felt that his way of educating elves was not rigorous enough, and he even neglected this necessary question.

There is a long way to go!

Hearing the pure screams in his ears, Emerson felt normal.

The weird sound just now was too irritating to the ears, and it was the right choice to stop it in time.

"It's all gone. It's not the Middle Ages. Why are there still crowds watching the execution?"

Seeing the agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. still surrounding him, Emerson waved his hands and started to disperse them.

Being stared at by so many people, although it doesn't affect him, but it still feels weird, so it's better not to.

Natasha saw Emerson's attitude and waved to the surrounding agents, motioning them to do other things.

After all, she is still the nominal leader of this operation, so she still has this right.

"Come with me in a while."

Seeing Lester's struggle getting smaller and smaller, his voice gradually subsided.

Emerson suddenly turned his head, looked at Natasha beside him, and said this.

Natasha: "?"

She didn't understand why Emerson would ask such a question suddenly.