Marvel's Strange Magician

After the system coins were filled, Watson bought several spirit-binding whips the next day and began to try to enter the soul world again.

After using more than a dozen spirit-binding whips in succession, he finally determined what was wrong with his soul.

After he entered the soul world and concentrated his energy, he could have a weak sense of those broken soul light groups, but the transparent film on the light group was like a signal shielding device, blocking him from that line of light. The commanding ability of the regiment.

As long as he can remove that transparent film, he believes that he can mobilize those soul light groups and retrieve his lost memories.

What surprised him was that the animal trainer's other identity item, the soul-condensing water, had just such an ability.

But he also discovered that his soul was tolerant to this kind of soul-condensing water. If he took too much of it in a short period of time, it would no longer have the effect of nourishing his soul and eliminating those transparent films.

Watson observed the speed at which the soul-condensing water melted the transparent films, and then came to a somewhat helpless conclusion - even if he used the soul-condensing water at the highest efficiency every day, he would have to wait a year to see these transparent films being melted. Completely eliminated.

Watson was very satisfied to have a solution. But thinking that this transparent film and even the products produced by the system were so indelible, he couldn't help but think more highly of the "enemies" he encountered before he lost his memory.

Even though Watson doesn't know much about the Marvel Universe, he is also very aware of how many characters there are with weird methods and powerful abilities.

And his own ability is strong enough. The person who can beat him until his soul is broken must be at least a strong person on the same level as him.

So to be on the safe side, Watson decided to participate in as little fighting as possible from now on, and just develop his business plan with peace of mind. After a year later, when he had recovered his previous memories, he would then look at the situation and formulate his next course of action.

Watson gradually accumulated results according to his own plan, and time also accelerated the passage of time.

Two months later, in the casino inside the Happy Bar.

After two months, there is still no change in this casino, except that a high platform has been built in the innermost position.

At this moment, three bottles filled with pink liquid were placed on the high platform. Below the high platform, around a long oval table, a group of men with fierce faces were sitting and reporting numbers.

"fifty thousand."

"Fifty-two thousand!"

"Fifty-six thousand."

"..."

The number that is slowly but steadily increasing is the auction price of the third bottle of healing potion by the gang leaders.

In just eight weeks, twenty-four bottles of healing potion could not meet the gang's needs.

Even now, in this so-called auction house where gangsters gather, no truly powerful gangster forces have participated.

Watson didn't want too much healing potion to flow into the hands of the gang, so from the beginning, he was not prepared to make money by doing business with the gang.

Moreover, things are rare and expensive, so Watson sells healing potions at auctions, so the rich gang leaders will be more willing to take out the money in their pockets.

After such a long time, the status of the people who come to buy healing potions has become higher and higher, and the transaction price of healing potions has naturally increased accordingly.

It is certainly a joy to see the price of healing potions getting higher and higher, but Watson is already considering whether to stop there.

He was afraid that if the auction continued, the healing potion would fall into the hands of the real gangsters.

He didn't want to help those who deserved to go to hell crawl back to earth again.

Just as Watson was thinking about these things, a loud male voice suddenly came to his ears:

"Two hundred thousand!"

The whole place suddenly fell into silence, and Watson couldn't help but turn his head and look at the person calling.

It was a tall man in a black suit. His face was very cold, and he paid no attention to the looks cast by everyone present.

Watson looked at the faces of the gang leaders around him and found that they were all quite respectful, or rather fearful, of this cold-faced man.

Listening to the faint words floating around the scene, Watson more or less deduced that this person was a powerful gang member.

Watson withdrew his gaze from the cold-faced man and thought to himself.

Soon, the third bottle of healing potion was assigned to this cold-faced man. It was not known whether the others did not have enough financial resources to compete with him, or they did not dare to compete with him.

After the auction, Watson took 380,000 in cash from the "boss" and was about to leave directly. But just as he walked out of the door of the Happy Bar, the cold-faced man took several of his The younger brother stopped in front of Watson.

"Mr. Alston, my boss invites you to come over."

"Sorry, I'm not interested."

Watson glanced at the people blocking him with a displeased expression and refused without hesitation.

The gang members who came out immediately became interested and stood not far away to watch the next development.

When the "boss" who sent people out saw this formation, he immediately frowned and said to the cold-faced man:

"This is still in front of my store. Are you a little too presumptuous?"

The cold-faced man ignored the "boss" and asked Watson directly: "Do you want to refuse?"

Seeing these people's pretentious posture, Watson couldn't help but sneered and warned:

"If you don't want your head to blow up, you'd better get out of my way."

The cold-faced man also showed a disdainful sneer, and then waved his right hand, directing the people behind him to approach Watson.

“Is your Russian gangster so rampant?”

The "boss" seemed to be angry, and directly shouted out the other party's origins.

Watson narrowed his eyes slightly, then gently shook the crutch in his hand, preparing to teach these gangster thugs who were accustomed to lawlessness.

However, at this moment, a warning bell suddenly sounded in Watson's heart, and he quickly stopped his offensive and hid to one side.

But the cold-faced man who was facing Watson suddenly exploded his head at the next moment.

The bright red liquid and white viscosity suddenly exploded, splashing all over the boys around him.

"Boss!"

The younger brothers who came back from their daze suddenly roared with a shrill voice, and then shouted angrily towards the surrounding open space with red eyes:

"What are you still doing? Come out and beat these sons of bitches to death!"

Dozens of gunmen suddenly rushed out of the originally empty perimeter and began shooting at Watson.

"Asshole, you don't care about our business!"

"You Russian gangsters are the sons of bitches. Brothers, you are all lickers of blood. If you are afraid of them, go ahead and kill them!"

"..."

In the midst of the chaos, the gangster forces that were indifferently affected by the Russian gang members immediately launched a counterattack against the opponent with great fury.

Some of the gangsters who were far away immediately fled here, and the "owner" of the shop here started to curse in a hurry.

After cursing, he suddenly saw Watson standing aside with a "none of my business" look on his face.

"Mr. Alston, why do you have to beat him to death?"

The extremely angry "boss" did not dare to yell at Watson directly, so he could only complain to Watson with a look of resentment.

"I didn't do it."

Watson was also very speechless. He just threatened. Who knew it would be such a coincidence that the other party was really shot in the head.

Seeing the "boss"'s obvious disbelief, Watson couldn't help but roll his eyes in his heart.

Suddenly, an idea flashed in his mind, and he suddenly thought of a perfect reason to interrupt the auction.

Watson said to the "boss" with a solemn expression:

"I said that I would only auction medium potions here if there is no trouble here. Now it seems that your place is no longer suitable for such a thing.

I won't come again in the future, so you should settle your troubles as soon as possible.

Farewell! "

After saying that, Watson threw a smoke bomb on the ground, then opened a portal and jumped directly to the top of a nearby tall building.

"Phew, what a chaotic day."

After coming out of the portal, Watson muttered to himself.

Just as he was about to walk to the edge of the roof to see what was going on, he suddenly saw a man holding a sniper rifle standing up slowly where he was going.

"..."

"..."

The two people looked at each other, and the silence was inexplicably filled with a trace of embarrassment.