Marvel Magic Event Book

Anti-theft chapter

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"We need him, Constantine. Calm down, your adrenaline levels are not normal." Wanda Maximoff, despite having a blundergun pointed at her, despite knowing that Constantine would actually shoot Still mustering up the courage to step forward without giving in.Wanda bypassed the Ghost Rider who was still burning, but the temperature in the laboratory was still very high, and the only vent was now buried under the concrete ruins.

Constantine could see beads of sweat on her forehead.

But the Praetorian Guard believed it had nothing to do with room temperature, but sweating caused by the nervousness of betraying the monarch.His work made him full of doubts about anyone except the monarch, and the guards' guns never moved away from Wanda.Even if mass explosive bombs will cause excessive damage to the human body, even if the Praetorian Guards, as the most powerful heavy infantry unit in the Eternal City, can easily defeat a modern army equipped with light armor and individual anti-tank guns, Constant Ding still thinks that the weapon in his hand may not be enough when facing Wanda Maximoff at full strength - Constantine's estimate of Wanda Maximov's ability is based on the ability currently displayed by the monarch. Half, including factors such as lack of knowledge about dangers and lack of combat experience.Even so, Constantine still regards her as a formidable enemy, focusing on all investigations into Wanda Maximoff and trying to find a way to defeat her as quickly as possible and render her incapacitated.Constantine immediately became defensive when Wanda approached and held out her hand in an attempt to calm him down. "Don't try to cast a spell on me, witch! Otherwise I will kill you on the spot." He said, "And my adrenaline level is normal. This is a physiological function given by my Lord."

Scarlet Witch shrugged, trying to appear as relaxed as possible.

The air here doesn't smell very good. The smell of sulfur and the dust in the air cause excessive particulate content.Wanda's throat was itchy and she couldn't help but want to cough and sneeze, but she insisted on finishing her words to prevent the guards from taking drastic action.However, the witch's behavior made the guards even more nervous. Constantine stared at the Ghost Rider closely, fearing that Wanda's binding spell would suddenly fail. "Robbie Reyes is still unable to control the spirit of vengeance. He lost most of his memory after transforming into Ghost Rider. Ghost Rider will only follow his original wishes." She wiped the blood that was about to slip into her eyes. With beads of sweat, his tone was urgent, "I can make him wake up, and he won't be hostile to you after that! He is naturally attracted to that magic book, and we need him! And I have already saved you once, outside The transformed Quinjet has been destroyed by me.

Constantine gave her a dubious look.

"You only have one chance," he said. "The monarch tolerates your failure, but I will not."

Wanda Maximoff was finally able to cough.After a while, Wanda, who was coughing desperately, straightened up and wiped her tears.She said in a husky voice, "No you won't, because your master trusts me. He is a kind man and he can understand what I am doing. Gabe needs a brother, otherwise the boy will just starve to death in the house , you know that's the truth. If Salomon were here, he would make the same choice that I did, which is that Robbie Reyes has to live."

Konstantin shook his head in disbelief, but he still gave Wanda Maximoff enough choices.

In the next 6 minutes, he kept holding the heavy weapon and tensed his muscles, even more vigilant than when he fought before - the spirit of vengeance is often not so easy to drive back after it appears in the world.Like all rituals to expel extradimensional spirits, the caster must confront the possessed spirit on a conscious level. The only difference is that it is quite difficult to expel the spirit of vengeance, and the danger is much higher than expelling the wandering spirit. Expelling demons is the same level.But it doesn't take long to expel the vengeful spirit, it just requires Robbie Reyes' own consciousness to be restored.Constantine saw the witch take out a silver ritual dagger engraved with small runes, then slit her wrist, clenched her fists and walked around the Ghost Rider, using the dripping blood and the ritual dagger on the floor. A very simple magic circle was drawn.

The six-pointed star and the four directions write the name of God in reverse, giving the caster strength while blocking the spirit body from absorbing energy from external dimensions.Wanda started the ritual before she could stop the bleeding. While she was chanting the incantation, the small wounds on her wrists were bleeding.

Although Constantine is not a spellcaster, he has extensive magical knowledge as the Secret Library of the Immortal City and is able to determine the purpose of the ritual performed by Wanda Maximoff.The guards did not relax at all. If the expulsion ceremony failed, the power of the spirit of vengeance would reach Wanda. At that time, there would be no other choice but to shoot and kill the witch immediately while she was distracted.

When the ceremony was on track, Constantine put one hand into the magnetic belt covered by the crimson cloak, and held the handle of the weapon tightly with his palm.Even though his fingers were tightly wrapped in armor and mechanical structures, Constantine could still feel the biting coldness on his fingertips.The pistol he took out from the arsenal was not registered - this weapon was personally made by the monarch of the Eternal City, and was used in this mission as a back-up weapon for the Praetorian Guards when facing spellcasters.However, Constantine's methods did not stop there. As a plan for this mission, above the atmosphere above their heads, a satellite electromagnetic accelerator cannon belonging to the Guards and used for battlefield support was passing through the signal on the Guards' power armor. Target guidance, ready to release deadly weapons at any time.Even if Wanda Maximoff had the means to escape, she would still die from this unexpected and precise blow.

"What are they doing?" Fitz stared closely at the picture returned by the micro-detection drone.He found this gadget he invented from the undamaged toolbox in the corridor. Mike immediately decided that they should hide and use these things to spy on what the people in the laboratory were doing.But due to the dim environment and extremely high noise in the picture, Fitz and Mike did not see the blood dripping from Wanda's hand. They only saw Wanda circling the Ghost Rider, the man in golden power armor. He didn't seem to let his guard down.

"Can you hear what they are saying?" Mike asked, "Little monkey, have you turned on the receiver?"

"I'm on." Fitz raised the volume playback knob on the control terminal to the maximum, but all that was received on the drone's microphone was a harsh electric sound.He adjusted the knob several times and changed the microphone channel and filter frequency, but the result was still the same. "Maybe the microphone is broken, or maybe it's blocked by dust. After all, this ventilation duct has not been used for many years." Fitz said angrily, "I only have this drone, and the new director has deducted all the budget. Come down..."

"Hey, little monkey. It's good that we found a ventilation duct. Don't complain, we can also see something now." Mike moved closer, and finally took the control terminal directly from Fitz's hand, and then zoomed in screen, while paying attention to the detection readings on the drone.Fitz stood on tiptoes and leaned over to take a look, "What did you find?"

"Temperature," Mike said, frowning and pointing at the rising reading, "pay attention to the temperature."

They watched Wanda circle over and over again, and when Wanda turned again, he saw her eyes light up.

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Salomon decided to put down everything he was doing and take his cat to meet the witches who were shopping for Christmas gifts.Bayonetta told the magician that Jeanne was driving Salomon's motorcycle around the city because she was impatient with the trouble of going shopping.

Hang out.

The mystic mage chewed the word, subconsciously thinking that he should pay attention to the news to see if there was any police car chase in Manhattan.The crime rate has already increased during this period, and the NYPD is already so busy that the detectives are also patrolling the streets. It is not something worth showing off to have the police devote their energy to chasing witches racing on the streets when Christmas is approaching. thing.

"Damn it, we lost it!" Officer Carter slapped the steering wheel angrily.

"Anyway, this is just the task of the patrol police. We are just helping." The chubby Detective Fusco quickly reassured his old partner, lest Officer Carter take it seriously and spend the whole day chasing down speeding criminals.To be honest, he could tell at a glance how expensive the Ducati motorcycle the white-haired woman was riding was. It was absolutely impossible for the NYPD police to compete with that kind of racing-level motorcycle in the constant flow of traffic with an old police car. High or low.

"It's Christmas! Look how many kids are on the streets!" Officer Carter raised his voice to the point of screaming, "You saw how fast she was going! What if she hits a kid? We have to Arrest her as soon as possible! Give me the radio and I'll call for backup."

A look of mischievous amusement began to appear on the motorcycle rider's helmet-hidden face.

She couldn't bear the small task of slowly picking out gifts and jewelry. She needed some stimulation.She turned from Tenth Avenue in Manhattan onto the High Line at West 23rd Street, then sped north from 11th Avenue to the Silver Tower Apartments.Then she turned right and drove from West 42nd Street through the Bond Times Hotel toward Madame Tussauds until she reached the Grand Central Terminal on East 42nd Street.She also planned to drive along Lexington Avenue to East 33rd Street and then to the Empire State Building, where a large number of police officers would gather behind her motorcycle.

The drivers she passed along the way did not hesitate to spit, expressing their anger at the rampaging female rider.Joan of Arc responded kindly with a middle finger despite her busy schedule, prompting some of the drivers to step on the accelerator and follow.It's just that they didn't have the perseverance and cooperation of the NYPD to chase her in a large circle in Manhattan - she stopped for a while on East 33rd Road, waiting for herself to be discovered.Joan of Arc plans to carry out her plan and show the New York crowd how to drive a motorcycle up a skyscraper.Until a man wearing a suit and holding a fat gray short-haired cat stood in the middle of Fifth Avenue, looking at the white-haired witch with a smile on his face.Neither the passing traffic nor the crowd seemed to see him.Joan of Arc noticed something unusual right away, because this man would attract attention wherever he went, even if he was wearing the simplest clothes.

Joan tightened the accelerator and drove the Ducati over without hesitation.She crashed into a piece of broken glass, and the stone bricks under the wheels kept retreating like a treadmill. No matter how fast the witch accelerated, she had to stay in place.Salomon held the cat in his arms and slowly approached the motorcycle that was running on the same spot. "This is my motorcycle, Joan of Arc." He said with a smile, "I have to change the license plate now."

"You're so busy anyway, and you don't drive." The witch stopped the car, took off her racing helmet, and angrily brushed the white hair on her head. "I guess you won't have a problem with that, will you?"

"You're right." Salomon put the cat into Joan's arms and took the helmet. "What are you going to do?"

"Drive up to the Empire State Building!" The white-haired witch grinned, "This is definitely very interesting!"

"Carter, the rider appears again." The chubby Detective Fusco sighed.He had to put his donut back in the box or he would suffer when his partner started the police car. "The patrol team has followed, but they said that there was a man in a suit on the motorcycle, and the rider also changed into him. The female rider in a leather jacket was sitting on the back seat."

"Very good, now the seats in the back of the police car can be full!" Officer Carter said confidently, "Harold Finch and John said they would need our help later, and I think we can solve this little problem. Go later.”

Detective Fusco clicked his tongue, "Whatever you do."

Detective Fusco will never forget what happened next.Although he had already seen Iron Man soaring over Manhattan on TV, and had experienced the alien invasion during the Battle of New York, this was the first time he saw someone driving a motorcycle straight up. skyscrapers.

"So handsome! Ahem, I mean, too arrogant!"

"Issuing a wanted warrant," Officer Carter said, "There's another big trouble in New York."

"I know the good things you two have done!" Bayonetta put her hands on her hips and kept poking the mystic's chest with her fingers.Salomon and Joan of Arc averted their eyes in a tacit understanding, pretending that nothing happened. "I knew as soon as I saw the news that no one else could do this except you two." The black-haired witch wore a strapless black dress, and the cold weather outside could not shake her beauty.Although Salomon was much taller than Bayonetta at this time, facing the man she had trained (trained, taught) since childhood, Bayonetta rarely showed the majesty of an older woman, "Wait a minute Just wait and see! Miranda will definitely not let you go!"

Salomon never expected that the relationship between Bayonetta and Athena would be so good that they would call each other by their first names.

Miranda Minerva is the pseudonym of Athena. If she were not still in public, Bayonetta might just say the name Athena.The black-haired witch sniffed the leather coat on Jeanne's body, and then sniffed the scent on the mystic mage's neck. Her eyes suddenly changed. "You actually still have time to play like this!" Bayonetta twisted Salomon's tie with her slender fingers, like a hunter twisting his prey after returning from a wild hunt.She leaned against the mystic's chest, and her long legs were exposed in the slit skirt.She asked her friend, "I want to take this boy away. Do you have any objections?"