The poor vampire was beaten with bruises and bruises by a bunch of FBI. If he knew that Roger had tricked him, he would probably run as far away from him as soon as he came out.

Roger was drawing a magic circle to trap the vending machine tightly, fearing that it would escape.

Then I got a bunch of tools for dismantling the machine, from screwdrivers to wrenches and electric saws.

"Let me be lenient if you confess. I know you have a problem. If you don't come out, I will saw you~"

Roger smiled ferociously and said, "Still not coming out yet? It seems you are not afraid of death anymore. You have the guts."

I pulled the electric saw and was about to cut it, but the vending machine spat out a can of drink.

"Huh? Are you begging for mercy?"

Still unmoved, he pulled the electric saw louder and stepped forward with a grin, intending to cut it down.

Dududu——

The vending machine spit out a lot of banknotes again, the ones with the largest denominations. He probably knew that he couldn't escape, so he started to beg for his life.

Afraid of death? This is easy to handle, Roger was happy. What he was most afraid of was the kind of weird stories and supernatural gadgets that were not afraid of death. Just like that puppet man, who had been flicked on the dick by himself many times and still wanted to kill him without getting tired of it.

Own.

No, here we go again.

A black shadow fell from the sky holding a dagger, aiming directly at Roger's neck. It was still a puppet.

Roger grabbed the puppet with one hand and glared: "Pinocchio, how many times have I told you, I am your boss, not your enemy, you blind face."

Old track, flick the dick twenty times, then throw it back into the cabinet and lock it. I really don’t know why this thing doesn’t remember beatings, but it seems that its strength increases after killing people?

Poor Pinocchio, who was originally weak and could only pick up a fruit knife, can now pick up a dagger.

Roger really can't do anything about these ghostly things that are not afraid of death. Humans don't know how to think. They don't have fear or wisdom. No matter how they scare them, it's useless.

The Angel Bell doll is better, as long as it feels the aura of Ghost Rider, the other person will shrink back. There is no fear of death, but it has instinct, just like the instinct of a rabbit meeting a tiger.

After the vending machine finished spitting out the money, it started spitting out drinks. Finally, it spit out all the drinks, indicating that there was not a drop left. You can drink as much as you like. You are just an ordinary vending machine.

"Haha, you installed it for me. I didn't even connect the power to you, but you can still run it automatically. You still want to deceive me, huh?"

I cut off the electric saw hard and cut off a corner of the vending machine. The drink vending machine seemed to be in great pain and the light on it kept flickering.

When Roger sawed again, the drink vending machine stopped moving. Just when Roger was confused, his chainsaw suddenly started to move. The saw blade rotated crazily, and then cut off Roger's head.

"Wochao, what's going on?" Roger lowered his head, dodged the chainsaw, and rolled a little further away.

When he looked at the beverage vending machine, he saw that the vending machine had turned off. Roger understood that the thing on the beverage vending machine had possessed the chainsaw.

As if to avenge the previous incident, the chainsaw buzzed crazily and then flew towards Roger.

Flashing left, flashing right, the last one lowered his head to dodge, grabbed the handle of the chainsaw with both hands, and held it firmly.

"Young man, you're still stubborn with me." The arm transformed, and the Ghost Rider's flames began to burn the chainsaw.

The chainsaw began to emit bursts of black mist and thick smoke. Roger opened his eyes of judgment and watched. The black mist then wandered in the air for a while. It seemed that the attached electrical appliance could not be found, and it directly possessed the beverage vending machine.

And conveyed a mental wave of begging for mercy to Roger.

"Well, you know how to beg for mercy?" Roger was overjoyed. It's okay to be afraid of death, just be afraid of those who are not afraid of death.

Then, I started to communicate with this thing that can possess the machine, and the other party said that I need to pay more~

Because I don’t know why, the source of power of the other party and those devils are actually different. Those devils who exist in the world make a living by absorbing human souls.

And it turned out to be money......

The other party doesn't know how it was born. Anyway, it possessed the drink vending machine as soon as it was born, because other machines cannot get money.

Later, it discovered that swallowing without spitting would easily lead to trouble, so it learned to fish, spit out small-denomination banknotes, and lure others to stuff large-denomination banknotes.

Roger curiously asked, "Can you possess any machine? Can the Internet possess you?"

If so? Wouldn't that be the devil's version of computer butler Jarvis?

However, the next second, a mental wave came from the vending machine. The other party understood what Roger meant and couldn't.

Because it can only control machines and cannot remotely crack and monitor through the network, it is born out of strange stories and some unknown factors.

"It doesn't matter, you can learn slowly, but from today on, you will be my butler, do you hear me?" Roger said excitedly.

"I am your boss. From now on, you can do whatever I say. If I tell you to go east, don't go west."

However, the next second, there was another wave of fluctuations from the other party, asking how much the salary was...

And Nuonuo said that the source of his strength for eating every day is money, and he cannot survive without money.

"This is easy to handle. Just wait. I will get a bunch of Vietnamese dong, Japanese currency, or Zimbabwean currency for you tomorrow. There will be a lot of them every month. You can have as much as you want. You don't have to be hungry like before. Already."

A wave of joy immediately came from the vending machine, indicating that the boss had recognized it and would follow Roger up the mountain of knives and into the sea of ​​fire.

Roger nodded with satisfaction, suddenly thought of something, and asked him if he could eat gold, silver, jewelry, etc.

If the other party says he doesn't want to eat it, he doesn't want it.

Roger touched his chin, thoughtfully. The reason why he accepted this employee was mainly because of his ability to operate the machine, which was tailor-made for him. This time he went to mine vibranium, and it was inevitable that he would need to refine the ore himself. Can't operate the machine.

With such a little brother, everything falls into place and everything is solved.

I made a phone call and booked a flight to Africa. Without further ado, I should go to Africa as soon as possible and get it done as soon as possible. But before that, I need to go to the New York Temple and visit their library.

Roger took out his mobile phone and made a call, "Hey, boss, get me a high-definition pinhole camera. Yes, it should have a large capacity. It's best to be able to take pictures for a day and a night. Money is not an issue. I need it today."

That's right, he plans to take pictures of the entire library of the New York Temple and pack them back to study slowly...

Not long after, Roger drove his car and arrived at the New York Temple. People were coming and going on the street, but they seemed to be unable to see the existence of the temple. They all walked straight past.

This is probably the reason why many people can't find the New York Temple. They are equipped with enchantment magic, and it is not just ordinary magic, it contains time and space magic.

In other words, this temple seems to be on the street, but it is actually in another dimension. Let alone seeing it, even if you use missiles to blow it up, you may not be able to hit the New York Temple.

If New York is infested with mushrooms, the safest place is probably the New York Temple. It exists in this world, but in a different dimension.

The ring on his hand seemed to be a medium, allowing Roger to ignore the magic of the temple and walk directly in.

"Mr. Luo? Mage King, I have been waiting for you for a long time. Please come with me~"

"It's time to work."

As soon as I entered the door, I saw a tall white young man wearing a fashionable T-shirt, like a college student.

"Well, are you a college student?"

The white young man smiled and nodded, "Yes, my home is still in New York."

Roger asked curiously how he came here, knowing that the New York Temple could not be seen.

The white young man replied that it turned out that he had injured his lumbar spine in an accident and his lower body was paralyzed. After that, he went to all the surgeons, but they all said they could do nothing for him.

When he was desperate, he arrived in Nepal, and then entered Karma Taj to practice. When he was finally able to walk, he asked to practice in the New York Temple because it was closer to home.

Hmm? This scene looks a bit familiar.

Roger asked curiously, "Young man, have you ever found a surgeon named Stephen Strange?"

The white young man nodded in surprise, "Do you know him too? That guy is the most famous surgeon. He is so arrogant that he refused without even meeting me. He also said that my situation will never get better and I am destined to sit in bed for the rest of my life. It’s a wheelchair.”

When he thought about how he had begged so hard but the other party didn't even see him, the young man couldn't help but feel indignant.

Roger patted the other party's shoulder and said, "Don't worry, he will beg you for help in the future. Remember to give me a call then."

After speaking, Roger gave him his business card and told him to remember to call Stephen Strange if he encounters his paralyzed hands.

Although the white guy looked confused, he still agreed and told Roger that if Stephen Strange really begged him in the future, he would call Roger as soon as possible.

Roger patted the young man on the shoulder with satisfaction and told him that he had a bright future.

With the hands of a surgeon, he has cured the disease, and no one can stop him. He wants to be the Supreme Master in his next life.

There is another competitor, Tony, and we have to find a way to turn him back and let him engage in technology. Kama Taj is mine.

Roger laughed wildly to the sky, "Hahahaha~"

Lao Wang, who had just walked out, looked confused, "Why are you so happy?!"

Roger waved his hand quickly, "No, no, I am very happy when I think of being able to study here and learn spells."

"oh..."

Lao Wang took Roger and walked in the temple of New York. In New York, where every inch of land is precious, a land like a super estate appeared here, and no taxes were paid.

You can't tell how big it occupies from the outside. It's all done by time and space magic. In addition to buildings that can accommodate thousands of people, there are also various large training grounds.

There are botanical gardens that grow all kinds of strange and magical plants, as well as gardens that breed some strange animals.

The rest are some alchemy rooms and a library. The library is divided into three floors and contains some spells used by mages that have no side effects.

The first floor is for apprentices, the second floor is for formal mages, and the third floor is for

As for banned books and black magic, Lao Wang introduced them to the main hall in Nepal.

"This is it. Take your time and watch. You have twenty-four hours." After Lao Wang took Roger to the library, he planned to leave.

Roger nodded, and after Lao Wang walked out, he quickly went over and closed the door.
To be continued...