Marvel's Strange Magician

Watson's brow had never completely relaxed since returning from the National Memorial.

These days, he has been reading and searching for information about the "Ghost" and the Dawn Commando during World War II. To this end, he even lurked into the relevant government departments and "borrowed" relevant information.

The deeper he got to know, the more Watson felt that the abilities possessed by that "ghost" were exactly the same as his identity as a "magician".

He didn't know if there was another time traveler with a system in the world, so he couldn't be 100% sure that he was the "ghost" who was active during World War II.

But since this identity is so closely related to himself, Watson naturally has to follow this line of investigation no matter what.

It’s just that although Watson possesses a variety of strange and powerful abilities, he has no way to understand the detailed information inside the U.S. government. The only person he can use, Brooke, is not good at this either.

Without wanting to arouse the hostility of the U.S. government, Watson did not dare to blindly sneak into other people's private bases without precise information.

Therefore, after searching for information for so many days, Watson still has not touched the core information about the Howling Commandos.

And this is also the reason why Watson frowns all day long. He is now deeply aware of the weakness of his energy. This feeling of powerlessness that cannot solve the problem cannot be achieved by having strong force value or possessing some strange abilities. Perfect solution.

Watson's depression lasted for many days, and Peter, who had been living in the same room with him, naturally discovered this phenomenon.

After waiting for a few days and still not seeing Watson recover, Peter finally couldn't help but ask Watson:

"Watson, are you encountering any difficulties?"

Peter put down the mechanical parts in his hands, climbed to the upper bunk and asked Watson with a concerned look on his face.

"Yes, I want to find information about the 'ghost', but they are all closely guarded by the government."

Huachang took a breath and lay back directly.

"Do you like 'Ghost' too? Wow, that's great. I thought I was the only one who liked 'Ghost'. I was talking to my classmates and they all only talked about Captain America.

Although I also like Captain America, ghosts are cool too! I don't understand why they all ignore Ghost's contribution!

Watson, if you want to know about Ghost, I can show you my comic book collection. This is a limited edition! "

"Thank you, Peter, but I've already seen it."

Watson interrupted what Peter was about to say. He rubbed Peter's head, chuckled, and said with a helpless look on his face:

“There were too many adaptations of those stories and there was no information I was looking for.”

"Well, it's a pity that we don't know where the members of the Howling Commandos are, otherwise we could apply for a reporter from the school newspaper to interview them!

Although I have never learned interviewing, I will definitely practice it if I go with Watson..."

Peter quickly deviated from the topic and began to think about his glorious future as a memory, but Watson, who was lying on the bed, suddenly murmured softly:

"A member of the Howling Commandos?"

Suddenly, his eyes lit up and he sat up from the bed suddenly.

"Yes, even the files entered into the archives may have been modified. If you want to know more about 'Ghost', you should naturally go to his friends and teammates!"

Suddenly having a direction, Watson happily gave Peter a bear hug, and then praised without reservation:

"Peter, you are really a genius who can inspire others during chats!"

Peter suddenly giggled shyly. Watson stopped chatting with Peter. After praising Peter, he jumped off the upper bunk and rushed out the door.

After Watson had left the house, Watson, who was still full of joy, couldn't help but said to himself with some pride:

"That's right, I'm not a talker! I'm just talking to inspire you more!"

……

On the other side, Watson, who had arrived at his rented apartment through the portal, began to quickly search for the whereabouts of those closely related to the Howling Commandos.

But what troubled him again was that he couldn't find the current address or contact information of any of the targets, and he couldn't even tell whether those members of the Howling Commandos were still alive.

Unwilling to be reconciled, Watson once again expanded the scope of his search, and even some people who had died were listed in the relationship network he drew.

Finally, Watson discovered a black-and-white photo while sorting it out. The person in the photo was weapons invention expert Howard Stark.

Thinking of the information shown in the information, Howard Stark's good relationship with the Howling Commandos, and his identity as the father of one of the most famous figures today - Iron Man, Watson quickly decided to find Tony Stark. Talk to Tucker.

In any case, as a billionaire and a super genius, Tony must have many more information channels than himself.

Even if Howard didn't leave Tony the contact information of those old comrades, at least Tony's search for those people would be much smoother and faster than his search.

"But how can I ask a billionaire to do things for me?"

Watson sighed softly, stood up and searched for Tony Stark related information.

……

California, Malibu, in a super villa facing the sea.

The world-famous billionaire, super genius, and playboy Tony Stark is not as decent and glamorous as others think at the moment.

His hair was untied and piled up messily on his head, and his face was also a little dark.

At this moment, he was holding a bottle of dark green drink and swallowing it in large gulps. After drinking, his whole face became distorted. It was obvious that he did not like drinking this kind of "drink".

"Can't this damn thing taste better? How on earth do herbivores get all this grass in their mouths?"

Tony poured himself a glass of whiskey and poured it directly into his mouth to wash away the smell.

"Sir, the taste of animals is not the same as that of humans."

An electronically synthesized male voice responded in a gentle tone in the room.

"Jarvis, you are losing your sense of humor. Do you need me to give you another upgrade?"

"I would love to, sir, but it seems we have a special guest."

"Guest? What guest?"

Tony turned his head in confusion, and immediately saw a young man of about twenty years old standing behind him in a place where no one was clearly there.

"Hey, this is private territory."

Although he was startled, Tony still stabilized the wine glass in his hand, pretended to be relaxed and took a sip of wine before speaking seriously to the young man who suddenly appeared.

"Hello Tony, I'm sorry for breaking into your home, but this is the only way I can guarantee I'll see you."

Watson, who jumped through the portal, apologized to Tony, and then directly stated his purpose of coming here:

"I want to meet an official member of the Howling Commandos, or Ms. Peggy Carter. In exchange, I can do one thing for you first."

Tony's face, which was originally very bad and full of impatience, suddenly became alert after hearing Watson's words.