Marvel Magic Event Book

Facing the request from Salomon, Frank Castle still had a "F*ckoff" attitude, which made the heavily armed Sophia almost fight with him with her fists.But what surprised Salomon even more was that Frank Custer didn't recognize him at all, even though they had met a few years ago.

"Do you think I am a young man who pursues trends, and I came to you just to find some urban legend?" Facing this retired soldier, the mystic had to change his way of speaking, and his rude words could even make the etiquette teacher faint, starting with F The word appears in almost every sentence he says.He would not face others with the attitude that "there are only two kinds of English in the world, one is English and the other is wrong." Frank Custer couldn't understand the overly elegant idioms, which was too embarrassing. An American soldier who only went to public schools.

"I'm here to make you a proposal, a mutually beneficial proposal. I know you hate it when others investigate you, but - don't rush to use the knife, you can't beat me - I have already investigated what you want. Everything you want. I don't care if you want to die of alcohol or remain anonymous, I've got a job for you. If you can think of anything from a few years ago, you'll know what I'm offering. Nothing has changed, it’s all written on this piece of paper.”

Frank Castle took a sip of his drink.He didn't even look at the contract that Sophia put on the bar. The glass of Jim Beam whiskey attracted all his attention, as if every word Salomon said during the video call on his mobile phone was covered up by the loud music in the bar.After a while, he seemed a little impatient with Sophia who had been standing next to him. He glanced at the phone with his peripheral vision and said, "You didn't show up to me at all."

"really?"

Frank Castle frowned, and he keenly noticed that the loud music in the bar was gradually lengthened, and the lights began to cast long shadows.He subconsciously thought that he had been poisoned, but when he was about to kidnap Sophia beside him and take out the weapon from the holster on her leg, he found that the notes in the air were pulled into a low and painful cry, and the dim light Like fresh paint on an old canvas, it blurs into a halo as your fingers pass over it.A hand with three rings stretched out from his wine glass, and then placed it firmly on the bar, followed by an arm, a head, and finally the upper body of a man emerged from the small wine glass. Climbed out, like the genie in a fairy tale.

"What the F*ck!" Frank Castle forced himself to remain calm.His brain did not recognize what he was seeing as reality, but as some kind of poisoned hallucination.He stood up from the chair, groping around with his fingers to judge the reality, trying to find a way out.

"Am I right in front of you, Frank Custer?" The hand placed a roll of parchment on the bar.

"F*ck!" Frank Custer pushed his way through the motionless crowd and took a few steps back.His eyes widened and his heartbeat quickened.He clenched his fists, adrenaline rising sharply, ready to deal with emergencies at any time.Believing he was hallucinating, he became extremely aggressive.

"Hey! Listen to me, I know I'm scared like this. But please don't hurt my girl. I owe Sophia's father a big favor." The mystic said, "I don't have time to travel halfway around the world to see you. I The alchemical golem can only maintain one, so it can only be done in this way. Do you think I am happy to taste the bad taste of Jim Beam whiskey? Time is very slow around now, and the only ones who can move normally are the two of us and Sophia. , so listen to my advice and let’s help each other.”

"What if I say no?"

"Then you will never find the target of revenge." Salomon said very frankly, "It's not that I did anything, but that you just can't find it. You need my help. I inherited S.H.I.E.L.D. With most of my power on the surface, I can provide you with anything you want. Don't be like this-"

"Recruitment operation?" Victoria Hand flipped through the file, "An ordinary Afghan retired soldier, a soldier who even registered his death, what should we care about? I know that the fighting methods of the regular army and the special operations team are completely different, and even more Not to mention there are a lot of advanced weapons operations to learn. But if you need to, you can draw people from the special operations team to complete the mission. Also, when did you start drinking Jim Beam whiskey? I remember not liking it. Grow cheap wine.”

"Ever since my water element structure was shot, I planned to use this wine to punish myself." Salomon said angrily.If he hadn't reacted in time and triggered the magic tattoo he had tattooed on Sophia's back to teleport her back, Frank Castle might even have killed her in close combat.As a girl who had lived in Siberia since childhood, Sofia didn't take this kind of thing to heart, but Salomon felt a little sorry.He promised Jacob to protect Sophia, even though Sophia was older than him. "Frank Custer, he was able to kill my water elemental construct, which proves that he is very capable." The mystic mage was a little depressed, "I don't even understand how he fired so many shots! The water elemental construct The information fed back by the body is simply not enough.”

"Perhaps you could get the SWAT guys to talk to him instead of magic." Victoria Hand photographed the dossier on the ornate desk in the Internal Affairs Office, as if this piece of Renaissance furniture was from her past at S.H.I.E.L.D. Alloy desktop for office use. "He is a retired soldier, and what he needs is someone with whom he can talk in common. If you don't have that experience, you can't understand the psychological activities of such a person. In the future, please leave such work to the intelligence agency."

"I just...I know you are very busy, Hand. I think I can handle such a small matter."

"As long as you insist on meeting others this way, it's impossible."

"I'm using technology to project now!"

Victoria Hand stretched out her finger angrily, and Salomon, who was sitting behind the table, was suddenly partially covered by a shadow.It wasn't until Salomon's holographic projection screamed that the head of the intelligence department sat back in his seat. "There is no difference, my lord. People like Frank Custer value sincerity, and his thinking still adheres to the rules of the military. If he cannot understand you, he will not cooperate with you. Are you willing to let him Do you know me?"

"Frank Custer has a simple sense of justice. He is the kind of person who will fight for the innocent. I believe there must be something written in the file." Salomon sighed, "Look at me again, V. I went to a British public school, studied in Oxford, participated in the rowing team and the fencing team, and was good at oil painting and sculpture. Do you think there is anything about my apparent identity that makes me like a retired soldier like him? If I talk about the other side, it would be even worse. A butcher of extradimensional creatures and aliens, carrying out missions without caring about collateral casualties, possessing many unimaginable magic powers... This is even more unpalatable, Hand, at least not to ordinary people. I think there is something wrong with my product marketing strategy. "

"Then do you usually need others to like you?"

"No need." The mystic mage shrugged, then held his nose and drank the Jinbei whiskey with a very painful expression.

"Leave this matter to me. It happens that the person monitoring Wilson Fisk hasn't left New York yet. Don't worry, the agent is a veteran and he has something to talk with Frank Custer." She pushed up her glasses and did "But how can I do that? I hope you can explain it to Frank Custer."