Marvel: It Starts with a Spell

Inside a shop full of antiques.

"What? You mean, a kid who can teleport took the snake talisman?" said a skinny white-haired old man, pushing his round glasses.

"Yes, Dad, he is right in front of us. He took away the snake talisman in this way and that way!" Jackie Chan said, gesturing with his hands in the air.

"Yes, I can testify that he defeated the paper man in a flash. Oh, and he can also become invisible!" Xiaoyu danced with joy.

"Jackie Chan, what does that boy rely on to teleport?" Dad asked thoughtfully.

"Dad, we can't see anything else, but the boy didn't have anything in his hands." Xiaoyu interjected.

"There are two possibilities for teleportation. One is that he possesses some special magical items, and the other possibility is that he is a mutant. But no matter what, Dad has a way to deal with it." Dad said slowly, as if this was not a big problem.

"Dad, does this mean that the Black Hand organization has become more powerful? Perhaps we should hand this matter over to the relevant authorities." Jackie Chan said.

"Pa!" Dad slapped Jackie Chan on the forehead with two fingers.

"Dad doesn't trust this country. They don't believe in magic. Many of the guests here don't know anything about antiques." Dad said dissatisfiedly as he walked into the house. "One more thing. It's getting late. Dad needs to rest. One more thing. Make Dad a cup of green tea."

"But Dad, drinking green tea at night will keep you awake." Jackie Chan shouted helplessly.

"Uncle Long, you're so stupid." Xiaoyu crossed her arms.

"But Xiaoyu, you really shouldn't drink green tea at night, and Dad is an old man." Jackie Chan scratched his head.

"I'm talking about the guy who can teleport. Have you ever seen him use this trick when dealing with the Black Hand?"

"It seems, indeed not, but what if he is not a member of the Black Hand organization, you mean?" Jackie Chan thought for a moment.

"That's right, I suspect there are other people who are planning to use the talisman." Xiaoyu said in a condescending manner.

"But who could it be?"

"How should I know? I'm not your father. Okay, I'm going to sleep. Children who don't get enough sleep will affect their height."

……

The next day, the museum.

"Stop, this is a crime scene, no entry for outsiders." A police officer stopped the leading man in a black windbreaker.

The bald man in the black windbreaker pulled out a book of documents and said, "I'm dealing with District 13. Have your supervisor come and speak to me."

The police officer looked at the ID carefully and turned back to his superior in doubt.

Blake put away his ID and was looking around when he suddenly saw a middle-aged one-eyed black man with the same hairstyle as him walking towards him.

"Strategic Homeland Defense Attack and Logistics Support Agency, Sheriff Blake, we have taken over this place." The one-eyed black man repeated what Blake had just done.

Blake was about to say something when the police officer came over with a sheriff.

Before the sheriff could say anything, the one-eyed black man pulled out another certificate. "Senior Inspector, your mission is over. Leave this to me and my people."

The sheriff was a little dazed, then he came to his senses and waved his hand, saying: "Okay, okay, we'll leave now, Senior Inspector, please. Davis, go tell them to collect the police." He turned around and gave instructions to the police officer beside him.

After the police officers left, the bald man took over the venue.

The bald man said to Black, "Sheriff Black, this is how we should do things. For these ordinary police officers, their direct superiors are more useful than our real identities."

Blake shrugged. "Who the hell are you?"

But the other party had already entered the museum, but left a message: "It doesn't matter who I am, you just need to know that the level of SHIELD is higher than Area 1 to Area 51."

……

"Coulson, can you detect the residual energy?" Nick Fury asked.

"The agents are already doing their best to detect, especially the place where the mysterious person in the surveillance video teleported. Don't worry, Nick, they are all experienced agents, and they will have results in less than ten minutes."

Ten minutes later, Nick Fury looked at the blank test report and spoke slowly.

"Can you confirm the identities of these people?" He was referring to the people whose faces were revealed.

"It has been found out. The man is called Jackie Chan, a Chinese archaeologist. Next to him is his niece, Cheng Xiaoyu. According to the information from District 13, Jackie Chan should be District 13's informant. They are fighting with a criminal gang called the Black Hand Gang for something. It seems to be an exhibit from yesterday, called the Snake Talisman.

The paper man, a middle-aged man with a slicked-back hair, is a Frenchman named Casahara. He owns a private museum. Information shows that his wealth has inexplicably grown in recent years. Now it seems that the source of his wealth has been found.

In the end, this woman was a notorious bandit, and the rest was not worth mentioning.

The identity of the man in black has yet to be verified, but I think if he is not the real criminal, he should fit the plan, and I will ask professionals to find him. "

"Very good, I need more information about Jackie Chan. I think the snake spell should be crucial." Nick Fury intuitively felt that the snake spell was not simple.

……

In an antique shop, Jackie Chan was sweeping the floor with a broom when the doorbell rang. Jackie Chan opened the door and saw a middle-aged man in a suit.

The old man at the counter smiled and said, "Ah, we have business. Jackie Chan, why don't you go make some tea!"

"No need, old sir. I'm here to see Mr. Jackie Chan."

"Ah, looking for me?" Jackie Chan looked surprised.

"Yes, Mr. Cheng, I'm Agent Coulson from the relevant authorities. You should have been at the New York Museum last night, right?" Coulson took out his ID to prove his identity.

"Ah, yes, no..." Jackie Chan seemed a little nervous.

"Don't be nervous, Mr. Cheng, I just want to learn about the snake charm."

"What, you want to ask about the snake spell? Come with Dad." After hearing this, Dad came out from behind the counter and asked Coulson to talk inside.

Coulson thought for a moment and followed his father into the inner room.

"Old man, I wonder if you know anything about spells."

Dad looked at Coulson and said, "Let Jackie Chan tell you. He also knows something about these spells. I will fill in some of the information."

Nearly an hour later, Coulson walked out of the antique shop and got into a car that had been waiting for a long time.

"Coulson, why can't I monitor the sound after you enter the store for a while?"

Coulson looked surprised and told Jackie Chan about how he went into an inner room and communicated with Jackie Chan.

"It could be a problem with that room."

"Forget it, it's not important. Have you got the situation of the talisman?"

Nick Fury thought thoughtfully, "The twelve spells have different magic powers. The Black Hand Gang is looking for the spells to help an ancient demon called the Lord..."

"Yes."

"Can you find those spells?" Nick Fury's eyes flashed. "I have a hunch that we can create a group of Avengers with the spells."

"For now, it's unlikely. It is said that the records of these spells are all in various magic books. We don't have the information and it is difficult to find them effectively. Jackie Chan and District 13 are also looking for them. I think this matter should be left to District ." Coulson gave his advice.

"Okay, you'll be in charge of handing over to District 13 later. Get off the car and have some dinner."

"Okay, I'll arrange that." Coulson was a little confused as to why they had to eat here.

Nick Fury pushed the door open and walked straight to a dining table.

There was only a black-haired young man sitting at this table, and he was the current owner of the restaurant - Li Huang.