Chapter 290: The object of protection with abundant martial arts
Mr. Reese sat in the driver's seat with a helpless face. He watched the co-pilot Salomon Damonet inspecting a firearm with an exaggerated caliber. The bullets that matched the gun were also large.
surprisingly.
Former CIA agents believed that this gun was not something that humans could use because the gun had no rear grip and butt, and the recoil when used was enough to tear an ordinary person's wrist alive.
But Salomon is no ordinary person
As if aware of the eyes of his fellow travelers, Salomon waved the gun in front of Mr. Reese. The carefully carved patterns on the gun showed that this gun was not a mass-produced product. "This is a bolt weapon."
"Prototype," he said, "I commissioned the best craftsmen to build the weapon. It took almost a month just to design and stabilize the gun. The designer was not a human, and the material used was magic metal. Mr. Reese
, you also know that the threats you and I face are different."
"I think the Chitauri's brains shouldn't be able to withstand such bullets." Mr. Reese said softly. It's not like he has never encountered strange protection targets. Ever since Finch, that is, Mr. Harold came to him, that
Every time the machine spits out a Social Security number, it means Mr. Reese has to protect someone.
This person may be the victim or the perpetrator, and his task is to prevent the murder from happening.
"What we are about to face are ordinary humans. Your weapons are too exaggerated. Our purpose is not to kill people, but to solve your troubles."
"I appreciate the reminder from you and your companions, but I also have my own reasons for solving my own troubles. I don't have a gun, and you won't let me bring a long knife ("I guess that's worse than a gun!" Finch
Muttered in the headset), so I can only use the only weapon I have. With just one shot, this thing can let them know that they have messed with the wrong person - let alone magic, I will not use magic in front of these people.
And don’t forget that you still owe me a magic blanket, Mr. Reese.”
The former CIA agent took a deep breath, turned his head, and continued to monitor the shabby bar across the street. Even though it was dark, he could clearly see those people.
Salomon is indeed in trouble, but these threats come from ordinary people. Mr. Harold's system cannot distinguish wizards, otherwise it would not spit out Salomon Damonet's social security number. Now look
After getting up, Salomon did not need help, but Mr. Reese also wanted to avoid killing people while solving the problem.
He was referring to the lives of the gangsters, not Salomon's. Mr. Reese believed that no one could threaten a wizard or a person with a large-caliber rocket-propelled firearm.
"Finch, how much do you think a magic blanket is worth?"
"I don't know, even if our wizard is willing to charge US dollars, the price of a magic blanket will be ridiculously high."
Mr. Reese sighed again, recalling how things had gotten so bad.
Salomon opened the metal briefcase and carefully looked at the documents inside. After he read it slowly, he gave Agent Grant Ward a reply. "I agree to Agent Coulson's conditions." He asked.
The artificial man untied Agent Ward's hands and said, "I will contact him if necessary."
"What about this person?" Agent Ward pursed his lips and rubbed his wrist. Although he still had some questions, as an agent he had already developed the habit of not asking questions. He stared at the person tied to the other hand.
Mr. Reese on the chair, "I can see that he is a professional. He is the same kind of person as me. 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 android - Dinah, a girl who didn't appear in the information. It seemed that Salomon Damonet had a good rapport with women. And now
It seems that Salomon Damonet has a deep connection with the secret service organization SHIELD. Because of this, he was unable to obtain the information in Salomon's mobile phone, so that he had to sneak into the house to look for clues.
.
Then he fell into his current fate.
Perhaps it was because of his close connection with the secret service that the machine gave the hint? It seems that he was involved in a big trouble.
"No, Agent Ward, I will take care of this matter. Also, remember to bring a bag of cookies before you leave. This is the work of my maid, you have to taste it." The Mystic Mage placed Agent Ward's miniature earphones
He also gave it 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. I won't give it to you."
The secret agent lifebuoy.”
Agent Ward glanced at Salomon suspiciously, and then followed the mystic's instructions. After the call, he nodded, indicating that Salomon's request had been completed. After the android sent Agent Ward out of the apartment
, the mystic mage then began to ask questions to the man in a suit sitting opposite him.
"There are many creatures who want my life, but they are not human beings. I feel that you have no connection with the magical world. Why did you come to me? Oh, I am also asking your companions questions..."
"We think you will be in trouble, life-threatening trouble, Mr. Damonette. We are here to help you, although the current situation seems that you do not need help... Could you please release my partner first, I promise
I will tell you everything." The voice from the earphone 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 did not have any malicious intentions. He untied Mr. Reese and handed the earphones back to him, "I am waiting for your explanation. This will decide
Your results."
After a brief self-introduction and explanation, Salomon roughly understood what Mr. Reese and his companion Mr. Harold had done.
"This is a noble thing, sir, to save the lives of innocent people. Although I don't know where you got the information from, I am sure no one paid you."
The mystic mage asked the artificial man to pour a cup of black tea for Mr. Reese, "I have taken many lives, all from black magic creatures. Except for the first time, I had to... Later, I never had any ordinary people in my hands.
People’s lives are at risk. At least there are no innocent ordinary people’s lives. I think it’s better not to speak too loudly.”
Mr. Reese looked at Salomon's face expressionlessly, assessing the authenticity of what the high school student in front of him said. He is an agent and will not trust others so easily - he has made this mistake many times.
.
"John, most of the surveillance personnel have evacuated, only a few people have not left. I think they are the reason why the machine gave Salomon's social security account number... I contacted Officer Carter and invited her to help me investigate these people." Fen.
Qi observed the evacuation of SHIELD agents through the camera on the opposite side of the building. He said, "But I have roughly guessed the identities of these people. I'm afraid they are our old friends. Sorry, I still can't access his phone. He
Your mobile phone has strong protective measures..."
"I see." Mr. Reese looked at his phone. "It seems that our good student has got into trouble with the gang. Salomon Damonette, are you related to illegal transactions?"
"Why do you ask? I don't need to commit crimes to get money." The Mystic Mage lied shamelessly, as if he had never stolen money from a bank. "I only have one thing related to crime.
That meant breaking the legs of a few punks who were trying to knock on my door to sell cocaine...probably more than a few, I cleaned up all the punks around the apartment."
"This is a high-end apartment with many rich people..."
"I now know where his trouble came from. He prevented the drug market from entering high-end neighborhoods." Mr. Riese put down his tea cup and stood up. "I have to warn those people before they lose their lives. Salomon
He is not a victim, he is 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'll just think you're in league with him. Salomon Damonet left those punks with lifelong disabilities and a huge amount of money."
The surgery fee is beyond their ability to pay."
"That's why I want them to stay away from here..."
"You should know that I can hear what you are saying, right?" Salomon pointed to his ear, "You can interpret it as magic or something, but I heard your conversation."
Mr. Reese stared at the mystic, and Salomon continued, "The gangster should be the boss of that gang of gangsters. If you don't warn them, sooner or later they will break into my apartment like you.
Don't worry, I won't kill them. There are rules to my every move, unless... So, Mr. Finch, I think I can handle this myself. In the meantime, I want to see you,
Let you sign a confidentiality contract about magic, otherwise I can only modify your memory. Mr. Reese, you go first."