Marvel's Beginning Through Jackie Chan's Adventures

"Ms. Romil, this is the magic master I mentioned."

Black stood in front of the beautiful woman with a somewhat humble posture. Facing his father's murderous eyes, a few drops of cold sweat fell from Black's smooth head.

"God knows where this lord in front of me found out about my acquaintance with a magician. I'm sorry, old man. Both sides are dead. Maybe it's possible to live on your side..."

Black silently apologized to his father in his heart, and at the same time complained about the situation in front of him.

Just half a day ago, Blake was still lying in the new thirteenth district office, enjoying the soft sofa made of New Zealand calfskin.

After Dikui made trouble in Mexico, Blake's superiors also realized the existence of magic.

Although there is still a lot of doubt, after all, some experts swear that the land chief in Mexico is a conspiracy of Maozi (I remember saying it was a conspiracy of rabbits last time).

But these things are just for fun, and Black's superiors are not really stupid.

Ever since, Blake, who should have been marginalized, suddenly received a large amount of funding.

It is precisely because of this funding that Black has the confidence to move the entire Thirteenth District out.

Regarding this matter, Blake was very confused.

Since Black came into contact with Jackie Chan, there will always be some magical events that cause relatively large losses.

For example, some time ago, some plumbers said that there were werewolves in the sewer!

Originally, it was not Blake's turn to take care of this kind of matter. It should be the New York Police Department to take care of this kind of social security.

But here lies the problem. Smart people don't exist every day, and more people think they are smart.

Ever since, this sounding fake news was successfully ignored by the New York Police Department.

They thought it was a hallucination caused by the plumber's high, and threatened: "There can't be magic in New York! Even if there is, it won't be a werewolf."

I don't know what obsession he has with this, but Blake knows that magic is around everyone.

Ever since, under the inaction of the New York Police Department, Black took up the banner of maintaining the safety of magic in New York.

But after all, he is not a professional, so if he comes and goes twice, the funds and losses in the thirteenth district are a bit too big, so big that the higher-ups are very dissatisfied.

If it wasn't for the case of Dikui, Black would have gone home to farm a long time ago.

But even with the premise of being a dignitary, Black is not far from being dismounted.

Black analyzed it this way, and even explained what happened behind him, but things never went as planned.

Blake originally thought that what he received would be a notice telling him that you have been beaten to the end.

Unexpectedly, what I received was a check for [-] million US dollars!

At first Blake thought it was a prank, until he saw the signature, Keith Romier!
This reminded him of a legend he had heard.

Miss Qianjin of the hidden chaebol, married a small policeman, and single-handedly created eighteen special zones to manage and monitor the world, becoming the woman with the most real power in the world.

That's right, the thirteenth district under Black is one of the eighteen special zones.

Each special zone has different functions and different regions, but one thing is the same, that is, they all directly obey Romil.

According to gossip, Romil holds more than [-]% of the seats in the Congress, which can be said to truly cover the sky with one hand.

As for the remaining [-]%, Romil showed it to others, and it does not belong to her in name, but it is actually loyal to her secretly.

Black believes in this very much, and thinks that even if there is an exaggeration, it is definitely not big.

Otherwise, Romil's eighteen special zones would not be able to nearly control the entire American society.

Even more than [-]% of the army's expenses come from the family behind Romil.

In America, Romil represents authority!

Therefore, when he received Romil's check, Black didn't even dare to doubt whether it was a fake.

Because no one dares to make fakes on Romil's head in this free land.

After some work, Black successfully transferred to the thirteenth district, lying on the calfskin sofa and thinking about the philosophy of life.

Just then, he received a notice.

The above words are concise and to the point, it is for Black to introduce the magic master he knows to Romil.

Black didn't know why Romil did this, but he knew that if he didn't do what she said, he would regret it tomorrow and his intestines would be green.

Thus, there was the scene at Dad's antique shop now.

The old man looked embarrassed, although the beautiful woman opposite was really attractive, but the old man didn't care.

The old man understands that the person who can make Black so careful is definitely high and powerful.

But this doesn't mean that the father will give her face.

Since ancient times, magic has not participated in politics.

This is an ancient motto, a lesson, and even my father's creed.

If not, it would definitely not be difficult to secretly control a country with Daolon's magical attainments alone, let alone Dad.

If the magic world was mixed into the world of ordinary people, it wouldn't be a mess.

Even a bottomless existence like Daolong wouldn't think about this kind of thing, let alone Dad.

"Aaron, see off the guests!"

Seeing his father who didn't give him a good face at all, Romil was not angry at all.

Through various clues, how much manpower did I spend to find such a master of magic.

In order to find the man who saved his son, Romil's bad attitude towards his father was not unbearable.

"Old man, I'm not here to ask you to help me, but I just want you to help me find someone who is very important to me."

Romil's expression was sincere. If someone didn't know her, they would never have guessed that this was a madman who could execute a traitor with Barrett alone.

"Yes, father..."

Black was glared at by his father, and he immediately swallowed the words that followed.

He had an agreement with his father that he must never reveal his existence to his superiors.

Even if you are pushed to become an ordinary person, it will definitely not work!

But he reneged on his promise today, and the momentum was a little weaker innately.

Dad rolled his eyes, and he knew that Black had no choice but to do it, but he was just angry.

A promise is a promise. Of course there are excuses, but if you break the promise, you won't run away.

"Go back and clean you up again!"

Dad gouged out a look at Blake, and looked at the dignified and beautiful woman opposite.

"Tell me, but Dad told you in advance, not everyone can be found by Dad."

Of course, Dad lied about this matter.

Just kidding, he can find all the magic energy, let alone someone.

But the bottom line is here, take out your own responsibilities, it's fine if the old man is going to fool around casually, and absolutely can't really help.

"Thank you, his name is, Wu Di!"