I Have a Good Impression on Marvel

Hong Kong, a bustling street.

Some tourists and passersby stood around in twos and threes, forming a vague circle.

In the center of the circle, stood a man with an Asian face.

Judging from the skillful performance of his hands and the trick of conjuring a rose out of thin air, this is a street magician.

However, judging from the flipped hat in front of him, there were several small bills, and it was obvious that he was not doing well.

This street performance has lasted for half an hour...

The banknotes in the hat are still pitiful.

At this time, among the few spectators who were watching, another man left in disappointment, and the magician standing in the center was a little anxious.

He gritted his teeth and made a decision in his heart.

I saw his hands moving up and down, and began to use slightly mysterious words to attract everyone's attention:

"My grandfather used to say that everyone has a secret."

"Some secrets are very beautiful; some secrets are very dark..."

"He said that the only way to understand a person's essence is to penetrate his outer shell and look directly into his interior!"

Then, he took out a handkerchief from the inner layer of the jacket, unfolded it, and showed the surrounding audience that it was just an extremely ordinary handkerchief.

Then, with his left hand, he picked up the handkerchief and made a snapping gesture with his right hand.

At this moment, he noticed that everyone's eyes were focused on his hands, and he couldn't help but smile slightly, and said in a meaningful way:

"Or, just burn his outer shell!"

As soon as he finished speaking, before the audience could react, the man snapped his fingers on his right hand!

With a "snap" sound, a shining flame suddenly rose from the fingertips, and then turned into a small flame!

Seeing the non-stop beating flames on the man's fingertips, the surrounding audience suddenly widened their eyes and exclaimed.

"Wow!"

"My God! How is this impossible!"

"incredible…"

…

The corners of his mouth rose, and the magician standing in the center moved the flame on his fingertips under the handkerchief.

"Now is the moment to witness the miracle!"

Under the surprised eyes of everyone, the small flame that seemed to have a soul climbed up the handkerchief in an instant, and burned the entire handkerchief at a speed visible to the naked eye!

This scene made the audience shout out amazing.

There were a few foreign tourists with bright eyes and words like "Oriental Magic" and "Witchcraft".

"Clap clap clap!"

For a time, there was applause.

Many viewers who witnessed the whole process donated generously.

Seeing that the banknotes in the hat gradually increased, the man who had just finished his performance also showed a relaxed smile.

However, right now!

A foreign youth put a 100-yuan bill with Franklin's head on it and put it in his hat.

This also surprised the man, and then looked at the foreign youth with eyes full of thanks.

The other party just smiled back and turned away.

The audience dispersed one after another. The man who finished the performance picked up his hat, put the banknotes and change in his trouser pocket, patted the brim of his hat, put it on his head, and left floating...

Ten minutes later, the man who walked back to his apartment was about to take out his key and open the door when suddenly, a magnetic male voice sounded in his ear:

"The magic just now was pretty good!"

The man frowned suddenly and turned his head sharply.

But found a figure, leaning against the wall in the corridor, silent.

When the man saw the appearance of the other party, he was surprised to find that the other party was a foreign youth who generously gave him a hundred dollars just now!

Thinking of this, the man slowly turned around, stared at each other closely, and asked in a deep voice:

"You follow me?"

In the evening, a man walked behind him and came to his apartment, whether it was a man or a woman,

will feel uncomfortable.

However, the other party did not care about the unkindness in the man's tone, but spread his hands and continued to speak in very pure Cantonese:

"Don't be so nervous, I just want to talk to you, Mr. Chen Haoran..."

Cantonese? !

He even knows my name!

Is it...

The man, Chen Haoran, seemed to have thought of something, and the word "Chuan" between his eyebrows was even more conspicuous.

"Who the hell are you?! How do you know my name? What do you want to do?"

Looking at Chen Haoran with a vigilant face, the foreign youth left the wall, took out a black certificate from the inner layer of his jacket, and raised it to the other side.

On the certificate, the conspicuous eagle logo seems to be ready to spread its wings at any time...

"I'm Agent Leon of S.H.I.E.L.D. The reason I'm here is to talk to you about your talent!"

It was not until this moment, under the reflection of the corridor lights, that Chen Haoran really saw the other party's appearance:

With short brown hair and firm blue eyes, there is a calm and close handsome face.

This foreign youth is from Lyon from the other side of the ocean!

Two days ago, Fury handed Leon a new task.

The task is to let him go to Hong Kong to make contact with a newly discovered superpower, and cooperate with the local branch to put this superpower on the watch list.

That's why, Lyon is here.

Hearing Leon's words, Chen Haoran was obviously very confused.

In his opinion, a stranger, suddenly waiting at his door, showed him a document that looked like a mysterious organization, and said he wanted to talk to him.

This situation is really weird...

"What the hell? What S.H.I.E.L.D., what talent, I don't know what you're talking about..."

"If you don't stay away from me, I'll call the police!"

In the face of Chen Haoran's fierce reaction, Leon was well prepared.

I saw him spread his hands, making a harmless appearance: "I have no ill intentions, I just want to talk."

"Trust me, I'll explain everything to you if you'll invite me in for a sit-down..."

Perhaps it was the sincerity on Leon's face; or perhaps it was the pure Cantonese that made Chen Haoran's wariness slowly let go.

After thinking for a while, the other party finally agreed to talk to Leon in the corridor.

As for entering the apartment, that's unlikely...

Leon didn't care too much. Standing in the corridor, he was like a machine and told all the details of the other party:

"Chen Haoran, 28 years old, was born in San Francisco, California, USA..."

"A week ago, during a street performance, in front of everyone's eyes, I snapped my fingers and lit the torch instantly..."

Having said that, Leon paused, looked at Chen Haoran whose face changed greatly with interest, and asked, "Do you need me to continue?"

"who are you?!"

"It doesn't matter who I am, what matters is that you caught our attention!"