Marvel Magic Event Book

Mr. Reese sat in the driver's seat with a helpless expression. He watched the co-pilot Salomon Damonet inspecting a firearm with an exaggerated caliber. The bullets that matched the gun were also large. surprisingly.

Former CIA agents believed that this gun was not something that humans could use because the gun had no rear grip and butt, and the recoil when used was enough to tear the wrists of ordinary people alive.

But Salomon is no ordinary person

As if aware of the eyes of his fellow travelers, Salomon waved the gun in front of Mr. Reese. The intricately carved patterns on the gun showed that this gun was not a mass-produced product. "This is the prototype of the bolt weapon," he said. "I commissioned the best craftsmen to build the weapon. It took almost a month just to design and stabilize the gun. The designer was not a human, and the materials used It's a magic metal. Mr. Reese, you also know that the threats you and I face are different."

"I don't think a Chitauri brain can withstand such a bullet," Mr. Reese said softly.It's not like he hasn't encountered strange protection targets. Ever since Finch, Mr. Harold, came to him, every time the machine spit out a social security number, it meant that Mr. Reese was going to protect someone.

This person may be the victim or the perpetrator, and his task is to prevent the murder from happening.

"What we are going to face are ordinary humans. Your weapons are too exaggerated. Our purpose is not to kill people, but to solve your troubles."

"I appreciate the reminder from you and your companions, but I also have my own reasons for trouble. I don't have a gun, and you won't let me bring a long knife ("I guess that's worse than a gun!" Finch (Muttered in the earphones), so I can only use the only weapon I have. With one shot, this thing can let them know that they have messed with the wrong person - let alone magic, I will not use magic in front of these people. And don’t forget that you still owe me a magic blanket, Mr. Reese.”

The former CIA agent took a deep breath, turned his head, and continued to monitor the shabby bar across the street.Even though the night was dark, he could see those people clearly.

Salomon is indeed in trouble, but these threats come from ordinary people. Mr. Harold's system cannot distinguish wizards, otherwise it would not spit out Salomon Damonette's Social Security number.Now it seems that Salomon does not need help, but Mr. Reese also wants to solve the problem without causing any deaths.

He was referring to the lives of the gangsters, not Salomon's. Mr. Reese believed that no one could threaten a wizard or a man with a large-caliber rocket-propelled firearm.

"Finch, how much do you think a magic blanket is worth?"

"I don't know, even if our Mr. Wizard is willing to charge dollars, the price of a magic blanket would be ridiculously high."

Mr. Reese sighed again, remembering how things had gotten so bad.

Salomon opened the metal briefcase and carefully looked at the documents inside. After he read it slowly, he gave Agent Grant Ward a reply. "I agree to Agent Coulson's conditions." He asked the android to untie Agent Ward's hands. "I will contact him if necessary."

"What about this person?" Agent Ward pursed his lips and rubbed his wrist.Although he still had some questions, as an agent he had already developed the habit of not asking questions.He glared at Mr. Reese, who was tied to another chair. "I can see that he is a professional. He is the same kind of person as me. Do you need me to help you deal with him?"

Mr. Reese didn't take Agent Ward's words to heart. He glanced at the android - Dinah, a girl who didn't appear in the information. It seemed that Salomon Damonet had a good rapport with women.And now it seems that Salomon Damonet has a deep connection with the secret service organization S.H.I.E.L.D. Because of this, he was unable to obtain the information in Salomon's phone, so that he had to sneak into the house Look for clues.

Then he fell into his current fate.

Perhaps it was because of his close connection with the secret service that the machine gave the hint?Looks like he's in big trouble.

"No, Agent Ward, I will take care of this matter. Also, remember to bring a bag of cookies before you leave. This is the work of my maid, you have to taste it." The Mystic Mage placed Agent Ward's miniature earphones He also gave it to him, "You call Agent Coulson now and ask him to tell Nick Fury - evacuate the surveillance personnel now, or wait to find them in the Pacific. I won't give it to you." Agent Lifebuoy."

Agent Ward glanced at Salomon suspiciously, then followed the mystic's instructions.After the call, he nodded to indicate that Salomon's request had been completed.After the android sent Agent Ward out of the apartment, the mystic began to ask questions to the man in a suit sitting opposite him.

"There are many creatures who want my life, but they are not human. I feel that you have no connection with the magical world. Why did you come to me? Oh, I am also asking your companions questions..."

"We think you are going to be in trouble, life-threatening trouble, Mr. Damonette. We are here to help you, although the current situation seems that you don't need help... Could you please release my partner first, I promise I will tell you everything." The voice from the earphones said, "I promise, we have no malicious intentions."

"Very good." Salomon glanced at the man in the suit and cast a spell to make sure he meant no harm.He untied Mr. Reese and handed the headset back to him, "I await your explanation, which will determine your outcome."

After a brief self-introduction and explanation, Salomon roughly understood what Mr. Reese and his companion Mr. Harold had done.

"It's a noble thing, sir, to save the lives of innocent people, and while I don't know where you got the information from, I'm sure no one is paying you."

The mystic mage asked the artificial man to pour a cup of black tea for Mr. Reese, "I have taken many lives, all from black magic creatures. Except for the first time, I had to... Later, there was no ordinary life in my hand. People’s lives are on the line. At least there are no innocent ordinary people’s lives. I think it’s better not to speak too loudly.”

Mr. Reese looked at Salomon's face expressionlessly, assessing the veracity of what the high school student in front of him said.He is an agent and will not trust others so easily - he has made this mistake many times.

"John, most of the surveillance personnel have evacuated, only a few people have not left. I think they are the reason why the machine gave Salomon's social security account number... I contacted Officer Carter and invited her to help me investigate these people." Fen Qi observed the evacuation of SHIELD agents through the camera on the opposite side of the building. He said, "But I have roughly guessed the identities of these people. I'm afraid they are our old friends. Sorry, I still can't access his phone. He Your mobile phone has strong protective measures..."

"I see." Mr. Reese looked at his phone. "It seems that our good student has got into trouble with the gang. Salomon Damonette, are you related to illegal transactions?"

"Why do you ask? I don't need to commit crimes to get money." The Mystic Mage lied shamelessly, as if he had never stolen money from a bank. "I only have one thing related to crime. That was breaking the legs of a few punks who were trying to knock on my door to sell cocaine...probably more than a few, I cleared out all the punks around the apartment."

"This is a high-end apartment with many rich people..."

"I now know where his trouble came from. He prevented the drug market from entering upscale neighborhoods." Mr. Riese put down his tea cup and stood up. "I have to go and warn those people before they lose their lives. Salomon He is not a victim, he is a perpetrator. I have to find a way to get rid of him..."

"I don't think the criminals will take your advice, John," said Finch. "They'll just think you're on the same side as him. Salomon Damonet left those little punks crippled for life and a huge sum of money. The cost of surgery is not something they can afford.”

"That's why I want them to stay away from here..."

"You should know that I can hear what you are saying, right?" Salomon pointed to his ear, "You can interpret it as magic or something, but I heard your conversation."

Mr. Reese stared at the mystic, and Salomon continued, "The gangster should be the boss of that gang of gangsters. If you don't warn them, sooner or later they will break into my apartment like you.

Don't worry, I won't kill them. There are rules to what I do unless... So, Mr. Finch, I think I can handle this on my own.At the same time, I want to meet you and ask you to sign a confidentiality contract about magic, otherwise I can only modify your memory.Mr. Reese, you first. "

Harold sighed.