Marvel Magic Event Book

Chapter 1613 Chapter [-]

Anti-theft chapter
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Salomon decided to put down everything he was doing, and first took his cat to join the witches who were shopping for Christmas gifts.Bayonetta told the magician that Joan was driving Salomon's motorcycle around the city because she was impatient with the troublesome things like shopping.

Hang out.

The mystic chewed the word, subconsciously thinking that he should keep an eye on the news to see if there was any police car chase in Manhattan.The crime rate has increased during this time period, and the NYPD is already so busy that the police detectives are also patrolling the streets. It is not something to show off for the police to spend their energy chasing the witches on the streets when Christmas is approaching. thing.

"Damn it, we lost it!" Officer Carter patted the steering wheel angrily.

"Anyway, this is just the task of the patrolling police, and we are just helping." The chubby detective Fusco hurried to appease his old partner, lest Officer Carter be serious and spend the whole day chasing down the speeding criminals.To be honest, he could see at a glance how expensive the Ducati motorcycle that the white-haired woman was riding was. It was absolutely impossible for the NYPD police to compete with that kind of racing-level motorcycle in the constant traffic with their old police car Compete.

"It's Christmas! Look at how many kids are on the street!" Officer Carter raised his voice to the point of screaming. "You can see how fast she is! What if she hits a child? We must Arrest her ASAP! Give me the radio and I'll call for backup."

A mischievous look of amusement began to appear on the motorcycle rider's helmet-hidden face.

She can't stand the little things of slowly picking out gifts and jewelry, she needs to seek some excitement.She turned from Tenth Avenue in Manhattan into the High Line at West 23rd Street, then sped north on Eleventh Avenue to the Silver Tower Apartments.She then turned right from West 11nd Street through the Bond Times Hotel all the way to Madame Tussauds to the Grand Central Terminal on East 42nd Street.She also planned to drive along Lexington Avenue all the way to East 42rd Street and straight to the Empire State Building, so that there would be a large police force behind her motorcycle.

The drivers she passed along the way did not spare their spittle and expressed their anger at the rampant female rider.Joan of Arc kindly replied with a middle finger in the midst of her busy schedule, causing some of the drivers to step on the accelerator and follow.It's just that they didn't have the stamina and cooperation of the NYPD to chase her around Manhattan—she stopped for a while on East 33rd, waiting to be found.Joan plans to carry out her plan to show the New York crowd how to ride a motorcycle up a skyscraper.Until a man in a suit and holding a gray short-haired fat cat stood in the middle of Fifth Avenue, looking at the white-haired witch with a smile on his face.The passing traffic and the crowd didn't seem to see him.Joan immediately noticed the abnormality, because this man would attract attention no matter where he went, even if he was wearing the simplest clothes.

Joan tightened the accelerator, and without hesitation drove the Ducati into it.She crashed into a piece of broken glass, and the stone bricks under the wheels kept receding like a treadmill. No matter how fast the witch accelerated, she had to stay where she was.Holding the cat in his arms, Salomon slowly approached the motorcycle driving in place. "This is my motorcycle, Joan of Arc," he said with a smile. "Now I have to change my license plate."

"Anyway, you're so busy, and you don't drive." The witch stopped the car, took off her racing helmet, and flicked the white hair on her head angrily. "I don't think you'll have a problem with that, do you?"

"You're right." Salomon stuffed the cat into Joan's arms and took the helmet. "What are you going to do?"

"Driving to the Empire State Building!" The white-haired witch grinned, "This is definitely very interesting!"

"Carter, that rider has appeared again." The chubby Detective Fusco sighed.He had to put his own donut back in the box, or he'd have to wait until his partner started the police car. "The patrol team has followed, but they say that there are more men in suits on the motorcycle, and the rider has become him. The female rider in leather is sitting in the back seat."

"Very good, the seats at the back of the police car can be filled now!" Officer Carter said confidently, "Harold Finch and John said that we will help with something later, I think we can solve this little trouble Later."

Detective Fusco smacked his lips, "Do whatever you want."

Detective Fusco will never forget what happened after that.Although he had seen the scene of Iron Man soaring over Manhattan on TV, and even experienced the alien invasion of the Battle of New York, this was the first time he saw someone driving a motorcycle straight into the sky. skyscrapers.

"It's so handsome! Ahem, I mean, it's so arrogant!"

"Issuing a wanted warrant," said Officer Carter. "There's another big trouble in New York."

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"I know what you two have done!" Beunita put her hips on her hips, poking her fingers at the chest of the mystic.Salomon and Joan of Arc shifted their eyes tacitly, pretending nothing happened. "As soon as I saw the news, I knew that no one else could do such a thing except the two of you." The black-haired witch was wearing a black dress with strapless shoulders, and the cold weather outside could not shake her beauty.Although Salomon's height was much higher than that of Beunita at this time, facing the man she had educated (taught, taught) since childhood, Beunita rarely showed the majesty of an older woman, "Wait a minute Just wait and see! Miranda will definitely not let you go!"

Salomon didn't expect that the relationship between Bayonetta and Athena would be so good that they could call each other by their first names.

Miranda Minerva is Athena's pseudonym. If it weren't for the fact that she was still in public, Bayonetta might have said the name of Athena directly.The black-haired witch sniffed the leather jacket on Joan of Arc, and then sniffed the smell on the neck of the mystic, her eyes immediately changed. "You still have time to play like this!" Bayonetta twisted Salomon's tie with her slender fingers, like a hunter returning from hunting in the wild twisting his prey.She leaned against the chest of the mystic, and her long and healthy legs were revealed in the slit skirt.She asked her friend, "I'm going to take this boy, what's your opinion?"

"Of course not." Joan shrugged, "How long will it take, I can explain it to Minerva."

"We will definitely arrive before dinner." The witch raised her chin proudly, "Remember to bring the presents, the children in the orphanage are also our children."

"My mother handed over the orphanage to you?" Salomon asked incredulously, "Why?"

"Do you think your predicament is unnoticed, little fool? The children in the orphanage have been well-educated and their characters have been adjusted by your adoptive mother. When they grow up, they will be the people you need most, officer , clerks, artists, etc." Bayonetta raised her head, and the corners of her delicately drawn eyes brushed over the mystic's face like a veil.She tugged at the tie like she was pulling the reins of a horse, with an air of fearlessness.

"Your business needs manpower, and those who have grown up and left the orphanage will be called back. Your adoptive mother has already prepared everything for you, my little boy."

"Dr. Hank Pym's letter... is a very old-fashioned fellow, and writes by hand. He claims that this matter has nothing to do with the dispute between him and his students, and he is not asking for help from you, It's about academics - we haven't said anything yet. He also said... the old guy claims he'll shoot you in the head if you think he's coming to you for help. According to the intel Department investigation, Hank Pym may choose a 0.45-inch Colt pistol bullet, and M1911A1 pistol, the muzzle kinetic energy is about 468 joules. Although I don't think it can be ruled out that the modern strong charge of 821 joules, but regardless There is no threat to your skull under any circumstances. In order to prevent the assassins from chopping up a precious scholar, I think you should send someone to communicate with Dr. Pym for a while, so as not to miss important information."

"I'm afraid other people's skulls are not as hard as mine." The mystic shrugged, "but I'm not interested in looking for him."

"Then over the phone. Dr. Pym's application is just a trivial matter, and what we have to deal with next is the issue about Whitehall." The Imperial Guard Zero took a breath, and the silver armor outside the crimson robe was covered with exquisite Patterns, under the armor are sophisticated mechanical structures and electronic components.This is the armor from the Brotherhood of the Holy Shield. After being improved by the scientific research department, the life support system of these armors can help him overcome the pain after the genetic modification operation, and release medicine for a long time to promote subsequent growth and development.The growing pains were terrible, and he felt like his leg bones were poking out of the soles of his feet at any moment.

He felt the armor slowly taking away his heat.

The temperature in the underground city is very low. This artificially excavated and reinforced cave is far away from sunlight, and the heat radiated from the huge silver lion furnace is far from warming the office area.As the seasons change, the trend of lowering the temperature becomes more and more obvious, but after reaching a certain temperature, it will no longer drop, and the temperature in the ground will be much higher than that on the ground.Even so, the heating from the core power plant and the water department is still essential. They need to precisely control the temperature and cooperate with the engineering department to maintain the rock dome of the Immortal City at all times. After all, no one wants to let the rocks collapse or let the groundwater fill this place. place.

"We have eliminated all ordinary employees who had direct or indirect contact with Whitehall." The Praetorian Guard No. [-] subject recalled the situation when he checked the office this morning, and after repeatedly confirming that he did not miss anything, Then he said, "The assassins have assassinated a Wakanda scientist, and they also have some contact with Whitehall. Whitehall indirectly contacted him and asked the scientist to build a body for him with knowledge as a bargaining chip. The assassin left no trace, the Wakanda autopsy report proved that the scientist was overworked and died of a myocardial infarction. As for some high-level people like Stephanie... I think Stephanie's doubts can be ruled out, she proved herself with actions Loyalty. The sorority self-examination has also ended, and no one has anything to do with Whitehall. I think Whitehall's brain is too dangerous. Even if the knowledge in it is valuable, it should be sealed and banned from anyone but you. touch."

"What about the situation within the Sisterhood?"

"You should know how exclusive the Sisterhood is, my lord." Janissary Zero sighed, "Without your order, I don't think I'd be able to walk through the gates of the Sisterhood headquarters. As far as I know, it seems Ms. Tita's sensitive nerves have been stimulated, she promulgated the "Chastity" decree on the sorority, girls who formally join the sorority cannot quit and find a spouse for life, do you think this is a bit too absolute?"

"I trust the man-made people as much as I trust you. Let Tita decide this matter for herself. Don't try to send assassins and spies to infiltrate it. She will submit a report to me anyway. But you can notify The intelligence community conducts background checks on sorority service members, which I believe is a necessary step. Remember, to assist in the investigation. I will give you an order, not a verbal order, lest those cranky girls shoot you. "

Zero smiled confidently.The genetic modification operation went smoothly, and after countless secret transformations and genetic alchemy, his body is gradually accepting the power far beyond ordinary people.Coupled with the acceleration of the time gem and the silver key, he has already begun to familiarize himself with and use this power.I'm afraid he will be able to put on that power armor soon.

"They will not have the chance, my lord."

Hank Pym's little plan was logically ignored by Salomon.Whatever he wanted to do, Salomon didn't care.He will then go to Merton College to exchange for the alchemy simulacra that pretended to be him going to class.He was going to Jane Foster's studio to prepare his dissertation, and finally prepare to become a graduate student in the mathematics department or physics department.Of course, these are small things, and he can still let himself enjoy the wonderful life of feeding the cat, lying on the sofa with his girlfriend and watching a boring talk show, and having dinner with two witches.

"Poor boy." Bayonetta stroked Salomon's smooth long hair, and then hugged the dazed boy into her arms, rubbing against it like an oversized teddy bear.Satisfied, she beckoned Joan to sit on the other side of the sofa, and at the same time gently took the game controller from Salomon's hand.The PS3 game console on the TV cabinet not far away has not been turned on for a long time, and the brand new PS4 game console is put aside-this game console is a gift bought by Beunita, but the mystic has no time to enjoy the game.Bayonetta witnessed how busy he was during a month, sometimes working and studying 24 hours a day.And he refused to open the stigmata in his daily life, on the grounds that the stigmata would make him lose the joy of being a human being, and his tone seemed to be that being busy was an experience that mortals wanted to have.

So he fell asleep after playing for a while.Or rather, the part of him that was human allowed him to fall asleep.

It turns out that even the most beautiful people drool in their sleep.Without opening her mouth, Bayonetta's thoughts were passed on to Joan without reservation.Joan kept silent with a cold face, but she still lifted Salomon's arm like Beunita did, and squeezed herself into the arms of the mystic.The maid lightly turned off the light in the living room, and then brought a blanket from the side to cover them.

(End of this chapter)