Marvel Magic Event Book

Chapter 294 Protected object with abundant martial arts (first update!)

Mr. Reese sat in the driver's seat with a face full of resignation. He watched the co-pilot Salomon Damonette inspecting a firearm with an exaggerated caliber, and the bullet that matched the gun was also very large. surprisingly.

Former CIA agents believed that this gun is not something that humans can use, because this gun has no rear grip and buttstock, and the recoil when used is enough to tear the wrists of ordinary people alive.

but salomon is no ordinary man
As if aware of the eyes of his companions, Salomon shook the gun in front of Mr. Reese. The finely carved patterns on the gun showed that this gun was not a mass-produced product. "This is the prototype of a bolt weapon," he said. "I commissioned the weapon from the best craftsmen, and it took almost a month just to design and stabilize this gun. The designers were not human, and the materials used It's magic metal. Mr. Reaser, you also know that the threats you and I face are different."

"I don't think the Chitauri's head can withstand this kind of bullet." Mr. Riise said softly.It's not that he hasn't encountered strange protection targets. Since Finch, that is, Mr. Harold, came to him, every time the machine spit out a social security number, it meant that Mr. Reaser was going to protect someone.

This person may be a victim or a perpetrator, and his mission is to prevent murder from happening.

"What we are going to face is ordinary humans. Your weapons are too exaggerated. Our purpose is not to kill people, but to solve your troubles."

"I appreciate the reminders from you and your mates, but I also have reasons for my own troubles. I don't have a gun and you won't let me carry a long knife ("I think that's worse than a gun!" Finch grumbled into the earphones), so I had to grab the only weapon I had, the thing that would let them know they had messed with the wrong guy with just one shot - not to mention magic, I wouldn't use magic in front of these people Yes. And don't forget you owe me a magic blanket, Mr Reaser."

The former CIA agent took a deep breath, turned his head away, and continued to monitor the seedy bar across the street.Even when the night was dark, he could see those people clearly.

Salomon was indeed in trouble, but these threats were from ordinary people, and Mr. Harold's system could not distinguish wizards, or it would not have spit out Salomon Damonette's social security number.It now appears that Salomon does not need help, but Mr. Reaser also wants to solve the problem without killing people.

He meant the gangsters' lives, not Salomon's, and Mr Reaser thought no one could threaten a wizard, or a man with a high-bore, rocket-propelled bullet gun.

"Finch, how much do you think a magic blanket is worth?"

"I don't know, even if our Mr. Wizard is willing to charge dollars, the price of a magic blanket will be ridiculously high."

Mr Reaser sighed again, trying to remember how things had gotten so bad.

Salomon opened the metal briefcase and carefully checked the documents inside. After he read it slowly, he gave Agent Grant Ward a reply. "I agree to Agent Coulson's conditions." He let the artificial man untie Agent Ward's hands, "I will contact him when necessary."

"What about this person?" Agent Ward pursed his lips and rubbed his wrists.Although he still has some doubts, as an agent, he has already developed the habit of not asking questions.He glared at Mr. Reese, who was tied to another chair, "I can see that he is a professional, he is the same kind of person as I am. Do you need me to help you deal with him?"

Mr. Reese didn't take Agent Ward's words to heart. He glanced at the artificial human—Dinah, a girl who didn't appear in the information. It seemed that Salomon Damonette had a good relationship with women.And now it seems that Salomon Damonet has a deep connection with the secret service organization S.H.I.E.L.D. Because of this, he couldn't get the information in Salomon's phone, so that he had to sneak into the house Look for clues.

Then fell into the current fate.

Maybe it was because of his close ties to the Secret Service that the machine gave the hint?It looks like he's in big trouble.

"No, Agent Ward, I will take care of this. Also, remember to bring a bag of cookies before you leave. This is the creation of my maid, and I have to taste it." The mystic put Agent Ward's miniature earphones It was returned to him, "You call Agent Coulson now and ask him to tell Nick Fury - evacuate the surveillance personnel now, or wait to find them in the Pacific Ocean, I will not give you agent lifebuoy."

Agent Ward gave Salomon a suspicious look, then followed the mystic's instructions.After the call, he nodded, indicating that Salomon's request had been fulfilled.After the android sent Agent Ward out of the apartment, the mystic began to ask questions to the man in the suit sitting across from him.

"There are many creatures who want my life, but none of them are human. I don't think you seem to have any connection with the wizarding world. Why did you come to me? Oh, and I am also asking your companions..."

"We think you're going to be in trouble, life-threatening trouble, Mr. Damonette. We're here to help you, even though it appears that you don't need help... Could you please release my partner first, I promise. I will tell you everything." The voice from the headset said, "I promise, we have no malicious intentions."

"Very good." Salomon glanced at the man in the suit and cast a spell to make sure that he was not malicious.He untied Mr. Reese, and returned the earphones to him, "I'll wait for your explanation, this will determine your outcome."

After a short self-introduction and explanation, Salomon roughly understood what Mr. Reese and his companion, Mr. Harold, were doing.

"It's a noble thing, sir, to save the lives of innocents. I don't know where you got the news, but I'm sure no one paid you."

The mystic asked the man-made man to pour a cup of black tea for Mr. Reese, "I have taken many lives, all of which belonged to black magic creatures. Except for the first time, I had to... Later, I no longer had any ordinary life in my hand." People's lives are lost. At least there are no innocent ordinary people's lives, I think it's better not to talk too much."

Mr. Reese looked at Salomon's face expressionlessly, assessing the veracity of what the high school student in front of him said.He's an agent, he doesn't trust people so easily - he's made this mistake many times.

"John, most of the surveillance personnel have been evacuated, only a few people have not left. I think they are the reason why the machine gave Salomon's social security number... I contacted Officer Carter and asked her to help me investigate these people." Finn Qi observed the withdrawal of S.H.I.E.L.D. agents through a camera on the opposite side of the building. He said, "But I have roughly guessed the identity of these people, I am afraid they are our old friends. Sorry, I still can't access his phone, he The mobile phone has strong protection measures..."

"I see." Mr. Reese glanced at the phone, "It seems that our good student got into a gang. Salomon Damonette, are you connected with illegal transactions?"

"Why do you ask? I don't need to get money through crime." The mystic lied shamelessly, as if he had never done anything to steal money from a bank. "There is only one thing I have to do with crime. That was breaking the legs of a few punks who were trying to knock on my door to sell cocaine...maybe more than a few, I cleaned up all the punks around the apartment.”

"This is a high-end apartment, and there are many rich people..."

"I now know where his troubles come from. He prevented the drug market from entering the high-end neighborhood." Mr. Reaser put down his tea cup and stood up. "I have to warn those people before they die. Salomon Not a victim, he's a perpetrator. I have to find a way to get rid of him..."

"I don't think those criminals will take your advice, John," Finch said. "They will only think you are with him. Salomon Damonette caused those punks to be disabled for life, and the huge sum The surgery fee is not something they can afford."

"That's why I'm keeping them away from here..."

"You should know that I can hear what you are saying?" Salomon pointed to his ear, "You can understand it as magic or something, but I heard your conversation."

Mr. Reese stared at the mystic, and Salomon continued, "The gangsters should be the bosses of those gangsters. If you don't warn them, they will break into my apartment like you sooner or later.

Don't worry, I won't kill them, there are rules for what I do unless... So, Mr. Finch, I think I can handle this myself.At the same time, I have to meet with you and ask you to sign a non-disclosure contract about magic, otherwise I can only modify your memories.Mr. Reaser, you go first. "

Harold sighed.

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(End of this chapter)