Marvel Magic Event Book

Salomon stretched his head out of the car and looked to make sure the chatty driver didn't come back halfway.

The nearest vending machine is still more than 200 meters away. This is a remote and dilapidated residential area. The residents are basically fishermen. Salomon's target lives here.It is still daytime, and there are not many trees along the streets in the residential area, only some yellow and green grass. It is obvious that the people who live here do not take the time to look at the grass.Not only that, tires, empty beer cans, dilapidated RVs and other debris were piled up between each house. When Salomon got out of the car, he even stepped on a bolt that was submerged in the grass.There is an air of desolation everywhere. When the warm spring breeze blows by, a rusty swing in the messy courtyard sways slightly and makes a slight squeaking sound.

Salomon couldn't see many people here, which made him very satisfied. After he saw the target going out, he sent the driver away. He wanted to ensure that the next battle would not be witnessed.

When the Corinthian family disappeared from the town, the British Corinthian family quickly took over the fishery in the town. After Barnabas was petrified, the police here seemed to suddenly realize it and began to track down the previous accumulation of murder cases.But perhaps because there are too many cases, a high-profile investigation will inevitably be regarded as dereliction of duty by the public. Therefore, the local police did not take measures such as blocking the streets and summoning suspects. Instead, they wanted to gradually dilute the impact of these cases and conduct private investigations. investigation.

But Salomon's behavior of hunting vampires and werewolves attracted some attention, so he contacted the taxi driver. Having him, a local, take him through the streets and alleys to avoid unnecessary sights. .He kicked off the bolts under his feet and followed the werewolf not far ahead with a calm expression.

This is a typical fisherman with white temples and dark skin. He wears a wrinkled dark shirt. He habitually walks against the wall and walks sideways when he comes down the stairs from home.Perhaps due to professional habits, when he was about to leave the neighborhood, Salomon's new face aroused some interest in him, not to mention that Salomon's clothes were not worn by ordinary people. Anyone with a little discernment would Everyone can see how expensive the seven silver chains tied to Salomon's body are.

And Wood is the discerning man.

As soon as he saw that he was discovered, Salomon gave up tracking and walked up generously, but before he could speak, the werewolf spoke first.He narrowed his eyes that were a little red due to the sea breeze and looked up and down at the young mystic. He said, "What is a young master doing here? There is nothing interesting here, and this is not the place you should come. "

"I want to talk to you." Salomon pointed to a remote corner, "Follow me."

After saying that, he walked over on his own.The werewolf looked around, hesitated and followed. Salomon's retro clothes reminded him of the wizard in the fairy tale. After Angel disappeared, he stopped contacting his past companions, otherwise he would It was discovered that the number of werewolves in the town was gradually decreasing.

"If you have anything to say, tell me, kid." He said impatiently, "I still have to work."

"You can't go, Mr. Wood." After Salomon confirmed that there was no one around, "I'm sorry, I can't let any werewolf leave alive."

"I knew you were a wizard. Wizards are all freaks," he said angrily. "Listen, I have stopped contacting other werewolves for a long time. OK, I didn't voluntarily work for Angel. What can I do? I was born a werewolf. My father is also my grandfather. If I don’t work for her, I will die. And An Qi has been missing for 31 years. I finally escaped from them. Now, I am just an ordinary fisherman. I go out to sea to fish to support my family and save money. I didn’t do anything to pay for my children’s education.”

"I'm sorry, Mr. Wood. No matter what your reasons are, it is the original sin for a werewolf to live in this world." Salomon said expressionlessly, "I can't guarantee that you won't bite, or even that your child won't bite. It bites."

The werewolf panicked, he spread his hands and said, "Hey, hey, listen, I haven't bitten anyone, I really haven't. My children are not werewolves, and I promise I would rather sell my soul to the devil than Let my kids be werewolves.”

Wood, who had worked under Angelique, knew how terrifying the wizard was. The witch's power and cruelty would scare even werewolves. According to their own fathers, Angelique had lived for 200 years. In 200 years, she still remains young and strong.Wood felt that the same was true for the wizard in front of him. He looked young, but in fact he had lived for many years.

"I will verify it myself," Salomon did not waver in any way because of the werewolf's excuse, "but you must die here. I am not a wild mage like Angelique, I am from Kama Taj, your Existence violates the laws of the Master Supreme."

"Fuckfuck I didn't do anything" he yelled as he quietly moved closer to Salomon.

Magic requires chanting, and the best way is to approach the wizards as quickly as possible and interrupt their magic. This is the method his fathers came up with when they wanted to resist An Qi, although he disappeared before he could betray An Qi. , but now is when this method comes in handy.

"Bang" a dull sound of flesh and blood colliding suddenly sounded, and the werewolf's head was hit hard on the grass, squeezing the grass out of a shallow pit.The sudden blow made him dizzy and almost lost consciousness. He was knocked to the ground before he could even transform.Salomon's hard climb had already given him a concussion. Wood only saw everything in front of him shaking and becoming blurry. His ears were filled with buzzes. Even though he tried to breathe hard, he still connected with his hands. It's not just that I can't lift it up.

"I will bear all the sins." Salomon put away his posture, stepped forward, stepped on the werewolf's neck, and pinned the werewolf's jaw with his toes to prevent the werewolf from raising its head and biting his ankle.The mystic leaned over and pressed his palms to the werewolf's temples. He said, "Farewell, Mr. Wood."

"Ahem" But the werewolf didn't hear what Salomon was saying at all, and Salomon didn't wait for the werewolf's response. He took out a short dagger from his waist and put the sharp blade against the side of Wood's head.

"Farewell, Mr. Wood," he said again.Then, he hit the end of the dagger heavily with his other hand, and the sharp blade instantly sank into the werewolf's temple.Salomon felt the werewolf under his feet twitched a few times and then stopped moving. He pulled out the dagger, wiped the blade clean on Wood's clothes and put it back into the sheath on his waist.

This was the weakest werewolf he had ever hunted.

"Aren't you bored sitting like this?" The driver sat back in the car with a bottle of beer and a bottle of Coke. It was obvious that he didn't just go to the vending machine.He handed the Coke to Salomon, who was sitting in the passenger seat, "Here, this is ice."

Salomon pulled the tab and touched the can with the driver.

"Cheers, it's so damn good." The driver drank half a bottle of beer and asked Salomon, "Where do you plan to go next?"

"Whatever, the work is done." Salomon breathed out, he closed his eyes and leaned back on his seat.

He had killed more than one werewolf.

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