Marvel Magic Event Book

"it's him!"

"I know this guy, he has two very beautiful girlfriends, hey..."

boom--!Before the sturdy middle-aged white man could finish his words, his head was smashed into the bar. The solid log boards broke under the huge force, and the dark yellow wood stubble was exposed to the air.In an instant, the man lost consciousness.Salomon expressionlessly grabbed his neck and smashed his head down again.The wood stubble scratched the man's face with blood, and even the experienced bartender was so frightened by the mystic mage's rudeness that he squatted under the bar.

Others in the bar took out their pistols and prepared to shoot at the mystic, but Mr. Reese, who followed Salomon into the bar, fired first.The former CIA agent is a sharpshooter, and his shooting positions are all non-lethal. The limbs of everyone who tries to pull out the gun will come into close contact with one bullet - maybe two, even for top agents in this chaotic scene. Lee will also forget whether he ever shot this man.

Mr. Reeser did not kill anyone, at least not intentionally, he simply used his thug's body to resist bullets from other thugs.

The mystic mage threw away the unknown guy in his hand, knocked over the oncoming thug with one punch, took out his bolt gun, turned around and fired a shot at the wall behind the bartender who took out the shotgun.The expensive bullet with a caliber of 0.5 inches and handmade by Fallen Angel craftsmen was pushed by the rocket and crashed into the concrete wall. Then the high explosives in the bullet exploded within milliseconds. The concrete wall behind the bar exploded in an instant. Collapse, the deafening sound even drowned out the gunfire one after another in the bar.

The bartender's face was covered in blood and blisters, the result of rocket-propelled bullets, and he was hit by a wooden board that fell from the ceiling.The dust raised as the ceiling and walls collapsed made it difficult for everyone to see their fingers clearly.

The screams did not stop. Salomon closed his eyes when the dust was raised. He relied on his extraordinary hearing to move towards his target.He kept his promise and didn't intentionally take the lives of these bastards, but he also didn't promise to send these people to jail intact.Years of martial arts training allowed him to find the opponent's vital points as quickly as possible. This was already the 13th joint he had broken and shattered. The bulky magazine of the prototype bolt gun also played a role.

No one can remain conscious after being hit on the head by something similar to a brick.

"Hey, that's enough." After the dust cleared, Mr. Reese found Salomon in the crowd, choosing his favorite joint among a group of fallen and wailing thugs.He pulled the mystic by the shoulder, "Except for the first one, the others have learned a lesson. That man needs an ambulance. I think he has a fractured cervical vertebra and will have to lie in bed and drink juice for the rest of his life."

Salomon broke free from Mr. Reese's hand. The arm he used to shoot was still aching. If Rodin's charge hadn't been low and he had activated three more holy marks, his arm might have been injured. Will be broken by this gun.

"I only promise you not to kill anyone, Mr. Reese. This does not prevent me from letting them use wheelchairs for the rest of their lives to ensure that everyone is safe and that my life will not be disturbed." He held the gun and lowered his head. Heading towards the next wailing mob, he made no attempt to clean the dust off his clothes.Like a child stepping on colorful blisters in a puddle, he crushed someone's knee with gusto.

"Remember the agreement. Next, I need to meet with your companion to make sure he signs the contract."

"I promise. Your goal has been achieved. Let's go. The police are coming soon."

The short-haired man with glasses sitting at the other end of the bench, his neck stiffened, is Mr. Reese's companion Mr. Harold.The Mystic Mage doesn't know where this place is. Mr. Reese brought him here. He is not that familiar with this city.All he knew was that he was still in New York, where he could still see the Statue of Liberty.

The evening breeze by the river was a bit chilly, so Mr. Harold put on a thick windbreaker.To say he was "wearing" was a misnomer, because he was already huddled in his windbreaker.

"Mr. Damonette..."

"You can call me by my name."

"Okay, Salomon. Since you are still taking the time to review the ALevel course, I will make a long story short. I thought it was a confidentiality contract, but in fact I have never signed a magic contract in my life, except for certain books. I haven't even touched the parchment. You should know that John and I didn't sign with our real names, right? You don't seem to mind at all? In the legend, magic contracts require real names..."

"This is the true name. The true name is the name that gives a person his true nature, not the one he was given after birth. Since you chose this name, then this name represents you." The mystic mage checked the two words on the parchment. signed without looking up at him.

"Okay, but that's not what I want to say." Mr. Harold turned slightly sideways and glanced at Mr. Reese who was on guard outside. "Before this, I didn't believe in the existence of magic until... you know, Aliens, portals, the whole world is going crazy. This matter is not over yet, Salomon, the gang of thugs you and John attacked are just minions, there is a new force rising in New York City..."

"If it weren't for your reminder, that group of thugs would have broken into my apartment..."

"Then they will die. I have seen your methods. You have received professional training. It is difficult to imagine that you are a wizard."

"Yeah, I think so too."

"The point is, they're not going to give up on that market, and you're likely to be attacked again."

"Then it's up to you to save their lives, Mr. Harold." Salomon shrugged and stood up from the bench, holding the prototype bolter in his hand.When he picked up the weapon, Mr. Reese's sharp gaze shifted back, as if he had eyes behind him.

"I have learned a lesson. Even if I go out to buy some seasoning, I will activate all defensive measures." The Mystic Mage said, "Those people will not be so lucky next time. Also, let me give you a reminder, my daughter My friends can fight better than me, but I am the weakest one in the family."

"What a shocking news. Anyway, I'm glad you kept your promise, Mr. Damonette." Finch stood up, and Salomon noticed that there was some discomfort in one of his legs. "I hope that if you encounter such a situation again next time, you can notify us to deal with it."

"If I have time. By the way," the mystic said, "I don't know where you got the news that someone will be in danger... But if you encounter supernatural threats, such as magic and aliens, If Mr. Se can't solve the problem, remember to call me. This is my responsibility."

"We probably won't encounter anything like this again. But it's nice to talk to you, Salomon."

"Me too, bye."

When Salomon disappeared in a flash of light, Harold raised his eyebrows at Mr. Reese, who was standing next to him. "It's a wonderful experience, isn't it?" He said with a smile, "Oh, magic! I'm going to look in the bookcase for any stories about magic."

"Don't forget that we have signed a contract." Mr. Reese said softly, "I didn't understand what was written in the contract at all."

"That's Latin, which means 'if the contract is violated, the soul will be dedicated to the Trinity God'. I have read the terms, don't worry, we can discuss it with each other."

"What a pity. Zoe definitely doesn't know about wizards. She also claims that she knows everything about this city."