Constantine had no interest in Daisy Johnson's stammering explanation, nor in Jemma Simmons's emotional shift from resentment to pity before finally breaking down in tears with her. But he still needed information on every item in this warehouse. Only then could he know whether S.H.I.E.L.D. was hiding something it should not be hiding. Daisy Johnson had completed her task well. Although the Praetorian Guard had no desire to know the details, she had still obtained the necessary access permissions.
Nick Fury had been tense for a few seconds after learning about it, until Constantine bluntly told him that most of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s "dangerous items" were not particularly dangerous and had no value worthy of containment by the City of Immortals. But by convention, he still had to conduct a thorough inspection, lest they end up with another alien parasite like last time and have to trouble the Assault Transport with dropping a nuclear bomb. Constantine's definition of danger was something that could not be dealt with using firearms and tanks. The moment he explained the City of Immortals' definition of danger, he angered Nick Fury into laughing. Fury wanted to curse, but could not get the words out, because compared to the things collected by the City of Immortals, the so-called "world crises" S.H.I.E.L.D. dealt with truly were not worth mentioning.
The Intelligence Department's cybersecurity division began acting as soon as it obtained access, helping Constantine screen the data. The Praetorian Guard had no intention of notifying Daisy Johnson, instead letting her search for whatever intelligence she wanted on her own. The mixed-race female hacker had been completely right. He had never trusted her. He was a cold-blooded bastard too.
Jemma Simmons stormed back to the S.H.I.E.L.D. base.
She was scheduled for a routine lie detector test today, yet the secrets