[Comprehensive Anglo-American] Gem Merchant

Several subordinates swiftly covered Tony Stark's eyes tightly. Now, his left and right arms can't move, a towel is stuffed in his mouth, and there are stickers on his eyes. Wearing a white cloth, it is said that a seal called "curse seal" was pasted on the white cloth.

... The whole person is clearly arranged.

Tony Stark: "..."

Now he began to wonder what these guys were doing to bring him here.If they wanted to kill the alchemist "Alphonse Edelfelt", they should have done it a long time ago, and they wouldn't waste so much time, but if they wanted to get some information from him ...

——Then you can’t gag your mouth! !

What kind of information can you give if you can't even speak!

The wealthy businessman in New York was pushed forward by others with his eyes darkened, and he almost wanted to doubt his life.The other party obviously supervised him very strictly. He just made a movement of bending his fingers to touch his watch, and his whole hand was held down. Then he put on a steel strap that prevented his fingers from moving casually. Knuckles.

"You still want to use magic?"

There was an obviously taunting voice behind his ears: "You won't be able to use any engineering magic, don't even think about snapping your fingers!"

Tony: "..."

He almost wanted tears in his eyes.

The conscience of heaven and earth, he really didn't think about launching any magic tricks - he didn't know any magic tricks at all.

But the action just now was really selfish. The watch on the wrist is equipped with an improved locator, and I don’t know if the current position can be connected to the outside world...

I'm going to kill you guys when I get my suit!

Tony Stark gritted his teeth.

I don't know how many turns I turned, and there was even a section of the road where the ground under my feet moved up and down lightly, and I went all the way to the end of a complicated path that Tony Stark couldn't remember in his head. On a special chair, the body is restrained by the steel restraints extending from the sides of the chair, and even every finger is fixed to the position of the armrest.

The white cloth covering the eyes was removed, and the spotlight, which was so blinding that people could not see the object clearly, shone directly from the top of the head, which forced Tony Stark to close his eyes again.

"Unfortunately, Mr. Alphonse, in view of the 'Lord of Jewerly' name, we can only resort to some less kind measures."

Sitting across from him was a man with an androgynous voice who clearly used a voice changer.The opponent wore a mask on his head and a full set of bulletproof equipment on his body, which could be said to be armed to the teeth.

"After all, it has been heard a long time ago that anyone who meets your eyes may be controlled by the magic eye, and if you want to launch a large-scale attack, you only need one sentence."

The other party's compliment was just right, if he hadn't been tied up now, maybe he would really feel very good.

Mouths that can talk and can cast spells, that's a problem, Tony thought savagely.

"The more complicated the magic, the longer the ceremony and the longer the chanting will be to make it effective. Thinking about it this way, you, who can affect the earth's veins and natural forces with just a snap of your fingers, won't have much power I know how many magicians yearn for it."

The other party said: "Even I waited the same, so we took such complicated measures—"

The entire cell suddenly lit up with a strange red light, and all eight vertices in the square-shaped room were filled with waves, until the entire room was covered by a red barrier.

"In this environment, all magic circuits cannot function. I think you should understand the meaning of this sentence, Mr. Alphonse."

The towel was finally removed from Tony's mouth, and he squinted at it, but it was clean.

The other party didn't seem to know that he was not the original product, Tony Stark thought, as long as he was still 'Alphonse', the alchemist who made everyone fear him, then the other party would not act rashly towards him.

It's tough, but he has experience.

It's just another Afghan experience... Bad, Tony thought, but not hopeless.

The irony of the situation is that, after playing Tony Stark all day, Alphonse himself is now going to disguise himself as an alchemist.

"What do you want to know from me?"

He imitated Alphonse's expression, sternly, pretending to be serious.

"It's nothing worth mentioning, Lord."

The other party smiled hoarsely: "I think you have probably guessed that Hydra has provided some research platforms for us exiled magicians, and the place you are now is one of our magic workshops. "

Magic workshop, as the name suggests, is the place where magicians live. Perhaps this word has other meanings. After all, Alphonse once called his gem shop his "workshop", Tony Stark thought blankly .

He nodded inscrutablely, his mind full of the expressions of the old professors in "Harry Potter".

The man in front of him ordered his subordinates to take out a row of magazines, still the 0.308-inch caliber Winchester rifle bullets. It seems that the research funding allocated by Hydra to them is not much, Tony thought about it. , while thinking and dealing with the other party with a cold face: "So, this is your workshop, and then?"

The bullet was slowly unscrewed, exposing the gunpowder and inorganic filling powder inside.At that time, he saw that S.H.I.E.L.D. had collected some on site and analyzed them, but the soul exchange came too suddenly, and he hadn't had time to read the detailed analysis report.

As a result, the other party's next sentence was like a thunderbolt, which exploded in his ears silently and deafeningly, making his heart tremble violently.

"In each bullet, there are ashes of more than [-] people who were killed on the spot, as well as an equivalent number of animals."

The other party introduced: "They can produce dozens of groups of cut soul fragments. The power of these souls is enough to induce large-scale spiritual seance spells under the stimulation of strengthening spells, and become the wedge of large-scale spiritual seance spells. If used properly, it can even connect to the Seat of Heroes outside that world."

— what are you talking about?

For a moment, Tony Stark felt a little dazed.

The other party was still talking, but Tony had already begun to feel that the indistinguishable voice was becoming distant and near, and under the bright white spotlight, even the other party's appearance began to appear indistinct.

... what are you talking about?How many ashes?How many souls?

There was nothing wrong with him being an arms dealer, but even Anthony Edward Stark, who was an arms dealer, would not have the bad taste to encapsulate other people's bones into bullets and reprocess them into other weapons.

The muscles in his face twitched uncontrollably, and then he remembered that he was "Alphonse" now, and forcibly suppressed these subconscious reactions.

If it had been Alphonse, what would he have said, what would he have done?Will he berate him loudly?No, that's not his style...

"Bathermelo's watchdog."

For some reason, Tony suddenly remembered this description.

"Don't try to count how many teeth there are in the mouths of beasts. For things like magicians, one counts as one. They are all creatures whose values ​​are completely different from those of ordinary humans."

Nick Fury once warned him so, and once he scoffed at the description and smiled back.

The other party was still chattering, those words clung up like tarsal maggots, Tony Stark's entire body was firmly fixed, in order to prevent "Alchemist Alphonse" from suddenly launching magic, he even connected his fingers The tip couldn't even move even a little bit—fortunately, he couldn't move at all, otherwise Tony couldn't guarantee whether he could continue to act as an alchemist.

"You also know that human blood, life force and soul can be transformed into magic power, and if they are superimposed with strong enough emotions, it will be more suitable for the performance of spiritual seance."

At this point, the voice paused, as if realizing that Alphonse didn't need to repeat these basic homework: "Ah, you must know it too, after all, he is the disciple of Zellich... Then Let’s skip the basic theory, after testing, we found that only negative emotions such as ‘pain’ and ‘fear’ are the most effective among the spiritual spells.”

"—so we burned them alive."

— what are you talking about?

Tony Stark's eyes were close to his canthus, and his hands and feet were trembling slightly. He was struggling to curse loudly, but the moment he opened his mouth, another towel was stuffed in his mouth.

Stark: "...You %￥#!!"

No, these guys can no longer be called humans, they are all a group of monsters...

"You are so excited, Mr. Alphonse. Could it be that you have been lurking among ordinary people for so long that you have already forgotten that you are a second-law magician?"

The magicians took a step back from his overreaction, but they calmed down a little after seeing that the other party was so angry but still unable to perform any magic or magic:

"Ordinary people are just a convenient source of magic power for us, and not everyone can get mana (Mana) from the multi-parallel universe like you. How many magicians in the clock tower have such thoughts? How much, it's just that they are limited by the law and politics department, and they may chase and kill the guy who exposed the mystery, so they temporarily stay still... Or, you have been reduced to..."

Before he could finish his words, he saw a crackling, lightning-like magical glow erupting from Tony Stark's body, which made everyone change their colors, and soon someone rushed forward and called him A shot of sedative.

"Under this situation, it is still possible to break through the magic shield, this monster entangled by goblins..."

These were the last words Tony Stark heard before falling into a coma.

... goblin?

Seaside villa, living room.

Alphonse planted the instant divination rod vertically on the ground, and relaxed his hand.The divination rod lost its support and fell to the ground. After rolling a small circle on the ground, the crystal at the tip pointed in the direction of the sea.

"Stark's position is in that position."

Alphonse marked the ground with a marker, and retracted his divination staff.

Nick Fury couldn't believe this rash approach: "Is it so easy to judge the position? You should at least change a few kilometers and find another direction for divination. In this way, the two straight lines can at least make an intersection on the earth." Come, so we can know Stark's exact location."

Behind him, a group of S.H.I.E.L.D. agents nodded abruptly. This approach is really unreliable.

"I don't know if the other party has anti-reconnaissance means, but if the other party still thinks that the target they caught is 'me', then Stark shouldn't be able to stay awake for too long."

Alphonse shook his head: "And he may not be locked in the real world. The coordinates of the imaginary space are always floating. I can only use this method to find the anchor point that is closest to the real world."

This time, no one asked what the "imaginary number space" is.

Natasha took out her phone and read the information collected online: "The divination rod is a divination tool inherited from the UK. People in the past used it to find water sources, mine veins, crypts, and people. It is called the Rowsing Rod, and in the Middle Ages, there was also a saying that the divining rod was associated with the devil..."

Everyone looked at Alphonse suspiciously again.

The alchemist in the spotlight: "...In a sense, it is true? After all, this tree root was born amidst the curse of the devil."

Crowley's threat was quite effective. I don't know if Beelzebub himself would have broken the poor hemlock tree in half.

Everyone: "..."

Forget it, they give up the possibility of gathering correct information online.

If the way of divination and searching for people on the mysterious side is unbelievable, the deployment of the next battle can be called chilling.Even though he had already made psychological preparations in advance, Captain America felt that this battle was completely different from any one he had participated in since he became a soldier.

"The first important point, don't believe your eyes."

Alphonse said: "There are as many magic tricks as visual interference and cognitive impairment. If it was me before, with cognitive impairment turned on, no one would notice when I walked around in front of all of you. , I also have a way to make people think that a door is a wall, and there is a wide avenue in front of the cliff that looks like it wants people to walk up. Regarding this, I still have a few pairs of magic eyes in my workshop Flat glasses can alleviate the danger brought by magic eyes to a certain extent, but they are not enough to resist all refractive magic and illusions."

"It's like the illusion of me and Stark that you made with magic before."

Nick Fury nodded: "It looks exactly like a real person, so even if you see Stark himself, you can't act rashly."

"Second point, pay attention to the changes in space at any time, and don't shoot rashly. The bullets fired in a straight line may be bent. Stark has been hit by this trick when he was at the banquet before. I can consider configuring it for you. The trigger-type magic dress for bulletproof, but this kind of thing has a limit on the number of times it can be used. The magician's workshop is as dangerous as his own immovable fortress. There may be traps and defensive spells everywhere. You also need to be careful about this. remember."

Captain America nodded solemnly. The bullet will turn or change direction. That is to imagine it as a tracking bullet... He silently evaluated the difficulty of this mission in his heart, and his face sank.

Alphonse glanced at Fury, who obviously understood the nature of the gem dealer: "The loss of gems will be reimbursed by S.H.I.E.L.D., you continue to talk."

"The third point is also the most important point."

Alphonse tapped the transparent tempered glass tabletop with his fingertips: "I don't know how much energy you have allocated to the task of destroying the Hydra base and knowing the other party's purpose, but under other people's magic Quick battles and quick decisions must be made in the workshop. The necromancer’s magic workshop may activate magic that can directly cause damage to the human soul at any time and anywhere. This is not the same type of magic as I usually use, so even if I am It's hard to heal a soul wound like that."

"Some magic injuries are irreversible. Whether it is modern medicine or me, it is difficult to treat this kind of injury. So I hope that everyone in the magic workshop can be cautious in words and deeds. If you encounter hostile magicians, don't I want to reason with them and try to kill them with one blow."

Alphonse rubbed the space between his brows, suppressing the urge to sigh.

"After all... Ordinary humans in the eyes of magicians are similar to how Atlanteans see people on land. In addition, they don't even intend to abide by the rules of magicians themselves. From the beginning, there has been no turning around and harmony. There is room for mediation."

Captain America looked bright and nodded seriously: "I see."

He solemnly looked at the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents behind him who had been incorporated into the assault team: "Do you understand the instructions that Alphonse just conveyed?"

"...Boss, can I quit?"

The little clerk with the rifle showed a crying expression: "I don't have a girlfriend yet."

The author has something to say: _(:з」∠)_Strike warning.

Hero saves... hero.

Magician: Don't even try to snap your fingers!

Tony: When I send out the signal, I'll blow your head off! !You cultists!