Marvel Book of Magical Events

"You'd better not move, this is to save your life." Anna looked in the rearview mirror, her brother Damon was struggling in the back seat of the car, and Sister Gabriel Rossetti was also in the back seat with Damon. When she tried to untie the zip tie from Damon's hand, Anna gave her a warning and tied her up by the way.

"In order not to let you idiots affect him again, I will take him out of here." Anna said with a sneer as she looked at the office belonging to Dr. Hastings in the St. Teresa Mental Hospital. Now that office was on fire, if it wasn't for the nun's pleading, Anna would not even drag Dr. Hastings out of the office. Now, those security personnel have been choked awake, the fire was quickly brought under control, and it was time for them to leave.

"I'll send him to San Francisco and then send you back to the Vatican. Salomon, you should be able to do that?"

"Of course." The mystic shrugged. He doesn't intend to interfere in the complicated family relationship between the Hellstorm siblings, but that doesn't mean he won't pick trends in his favour, especially with Ana's growing demonic instincts, which makes the mystic very happy with the ally. But neither Anna nor Salomon turned a deaf ear to Sister Rossetti's accusation and resistance. Finally, at Anna's suggestion, Salomon cast a spell to let Damon and the nun sleep peacefully in the back seat.

"And then, what happened?" Anna sat in the driver's seat and started the car, "I don't mind listening to your stories on the road. In fact, I'm quite interested in what you went through."

"It's still the same old story. Ordinary people always make a fuss after seeing magic, and then they are eager. Thanks to "Harry Potter", magic is no longer an object of slander by the church. Magic has an unparalleled appeal to anyone who has never owned it. Just like the spinning wheel and Elora, Disney and cartoons for all ages!"

"What a terrible metaphor." Anna couldn't help laughing, "What did you experience there?"

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"I would be delighted if all contracts attracted the people involved as the spinning needle attracts princesses."

"I have to say, this is a very bad metaphor, Mr. Damonette." Harold Finch felt that as long as anything had anything to do with wizards, or in other words, Salomon Damonette, it would definitely not have a good result. Last time, when Salomon and Mr. Reaser went to the bar to teach drug dealers a lesson, some of the relevant personnel were disabled for life. He felt that this kind of thing could not happen here-breaking the senator's leg was not fun at all.

"You should know that anyone has to sign a contract."

"Relevant government personnel have not yet witnessed your... ability. Therefore, we will handle this matter. Please do not use force against Senator Garrison. Mr. Reese, please take care of Mr. Damonette. This matter does not need to end with casualties."

"I can't watch two people, Finch," Mr. Reaser protested helplessly, still clutching the woman with his other hand.

"Sorry, but I don't know anything about you, sir." Senator Garrison looked at the mystic, "I don't have any information about you. Who are you?"

"See, Mr. Finch. My appearance is always accompanied by doubts. Some people always want to pursue the truth that does not belong to them." Salomon took out a self-made wand. "What's more, there are always people who think that bullets can fight magic. I suggest that your people put down their guns and obediently sign this contract. Then the matter between us will be over, and I will not interfere in any of your affairs."

"what are you talking about?"

"That's what I'm talking about." Salomon stepped over Sam En Xiao, walked forward generously, and took the gun from her past mentor's hand. During this process, Hersh's eyeballs did not move, as if he was imprisoned. The senator was obviously caught off guard by this situation, he had no idea what was going on.

"Now, it's your turn, sir." Salomon raised his pistol, "My patience is almost exhausted."

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"So, have they signed a contract?" Anna stepped on the accelerator slightly, and the car sped past on the slippery suburban road. Salomon is not very good at telling stories, but they are enough to pass the time. Anna doesn't ask for much. All she wants is a story that can temporarily remind her of the messy things in the St. Teresa Mental Hospital.

"Of course, no one can stop me from issuing the contract. To be honest, I am more and more eager for the pleasure of this kind of behavior. Maybe this is the so-called business? Then I am really a genius in business!"

"Trust me, it's not the same thing at all."

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"Did you hear that? Someone is belittling my business talent!" Holding a cup of tea, Salomon complained to the female agent sitting across the table, "I think business is related to intelligence, and maybe some force and crime, as well as interpretation of legal provisions and just right bribery. But no matter what, I think I am extremely talented in this area. I can make a fortune even if I trade stocks, and I don't have to worry about the S.E.C (US Securities Regulatory Commission)."

"Then I would also like to thank you for not planning to do business so far, Salomon, otherwise the mess you caused would be hard to deal with." Natasha Romanov sighed. She listened to Salomon's nonsense for a long time, but she just couldn't hear the point. "Did you ask me out just to talk about this?" She was wearing very ordinary office work clothes, her eyes were half-closed, and she looked like she would doze off at any time. "I'm on a mission right now! Only you can make me let go of the mission, sweetheart. If you don't mind, tell me what you want to say as soon as possible. I'm going to sleep—maybe you want to get together and resume our date after waking up? It can be anywhere, even if you don't get out of bed."

"Artificial intelligence, Natasha." Salomon is very immune to such words. Athena and Bayonetta trained him to be impeccable, and words alone cannot make him fall for the bait. However, seeing the friendship between the two of them who had experienced very bad things together, Salomon still kept the story short, "You have level ten clearance, I want to know if S.H.I.E.L.D. is aware of this, the real controller of the secret service organization called 'Polaris'."

"My God, when did you start to care about the world of ordinary people?" Natasha said with a smile. "Did you just get out of the rabbit hole, dear? As far as I can remember, you are not interested in the Internet, the government, or the secret service. Why are you asking this all of a sudden?"

"Because someone as talented as Stark created an artificial intelligence, Natasha. It monitors us all the time, because it itself is attached to the Internet. I'm not talking about the rags of the 'Prism Project'. I'm talking about the real artificial intelligence that can monitor all data."

"Sorry, I don't know about this." Natasha looked straight into the eyes of the mystic. "You are the only person in this world who can tell if I'm lying, so I won't lie to you, Salomon. Why don't you ask Nick Fury? I believe he will tell you the truth."

"The problem now is that no one knows where it is except the artificial intelligence itself, and it is free." Salomon also sighed, "Nick Fury will not tell me the truth, not to mention, I think he wants to shoot me now, because I asked him to wear rabbit ears to go to the hearing."

"I will tell the chief about the trouble we will encounter. Before that, you should accompany me to spend a good sleep time."

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