Marvel Book of Magical Events

Catherine walked up and down with a fidgety look on her face until Stephanie told her to stop.

The room they were in had no carpet, and the clatter of Catherine's high heels on the wooden floor interrupted her phone call. Facing Stephanie's request, Catherine stomped her feet a few times before stopping. "My job is to protect you, but I don't have a sword in my hand!" The female swordsman tugged at her well-fitting women's suit in displeasure, "And I can't carry a gun in this suit, damn the FBI! Damn the Secret Service! I should be guarding the monarch by his side now instead of letting a child who just completed a plastic surgery and is still developing do that!"

"If things change, you'll get what you want. But not now, you just need to know we're safe in this room." Stephanie didn't look up, continuing to call on her cell phone instead of her father's office landline. Gideon Malik is working in the Oval Office at the moment. Through the operation of the Immortal City, Gideon now holds the position of Secretary of State of the United States. In return, he also uses this capacity to provide assistance for the operation of the Immortal City. For example, assigning Victoria Hand's intelligence department to the State Department's black ops squad to deceive people and so on.

"And it's not that you don't know the importance that the monarch attaches to genetically modified soldiers. That child was made by the monarch himself."

"I also made it by the monarch himself!" Catherine retorted angrily, "Why should only that boy stay by the monarch's side!"

When Stephanie entered this office, she repeatedly confirmed that there were no surveillance or wiretapping facilities. She did not want her subsequent conversations to fall into the ears of the US intelligence agencies. The airstrike on Pym Technology’s “cold storage” is about to begin. As the head of the Immortal City’s administrative department, she needs to provide assistance to Agent Hand, helping the Immortal City’s intelligence department activate spies and obtain intelligence from the White House—there is a situation in the plan that will lead to war with the United States after the clues are exposed. This part of the plan is a standing plan, and Stephanie has arranged many drills. Now the Immortal City's war machine is ready to ensure that when the situation becomes so bad that it has to be done, the Immortal City has the ability to strike first.

"Our informants are in high positions now, and if things get really bad, those people will tell us."

"I hope so," Catherine said through gritted teeth. She cornered the Malik family assistant with her eyes, as if to gauge the loyalty of the girl who looked fresh out of college, and whether she needed to wring her head off and hide the body in the air duct. Stephanie sighed, stopping Catherine from continuing to scare the proton handed over by the lower family.

"My lord entrusted me with the task of inquiring into the White House's attitude towards this incident. The task entrusted to you is to protect my safety and take me out when necessary, without further complications. Your chainsaw sword is stored in the dark compartment on the floor under this desk. I believe you can get it out."

"I wish you had mentioned this earlier!" Catherine rushed over excitedly, trying to lift the desk.

"We've only been in this room for ten minutes, and I'm busy completing the tasks my lord has given me!" Stephanie glared at her, then called the girl over to help. Pointing to the phone on her desk, she said to the young Hydra girl, "If General Hale has anything to say, she'll tell you through this phone, but if you pick it up and she doesn't bring up something serious, then don't say anything. Be smart, don't be mean, it's not a good thing for your family to send you here. Catherine, put the chainsword down and come with me. We'll meet someone in the Iinhower Administration Building."

"What happened?"

"There was a dog trying to break free from the chain." Stephanie put one hand on her waist, and raised the file bag in her other hand to shake. "Next, I'm going to use a soft knife. I'm better at this than you. I don't know if you've heard the story of an elephant on a thin chain. This is a Senator's thin chain. When we show him this thing, he will be obedient and stop trying to break free from the collar we gave him."

"Is anyone going to be beaten?"

"I promise it won't happen." Stephanie blinked, "But I don't think any senator would want a picture of himself running through a government office naked to appear on social media."

"So are you really sure you can get this done? Will I hear an air raid siren on the news?" Hope asked nervously. Scott Lang had to put down the binoculars to hear what Salomon had to say. Faced with doubts, the mystic just shrugged lightly.

"It's just a small-yield nuclear bomb, and it's a ground-penetrating bomb. I can guarantee that every inch of Pym Technology's land will be turned over." He said, "It's you, Ms. Dane. Are you sure that there is no one in Pym Technology tonight?"

"Since my father threw a World War II tank on the square, it's not difficult to ask employees to relocate their offices." Hope said angrily, "And I also invited the police who sealed off the scene to eat in the restaurant. Now there is no one in Pym Technology, including the cleaners."

"Didn't you give them a day off?" The mystic was a little surprised, "Don't you still expect them to work for you?"

“It sounds suspicious to have a terrorist attack while you’re on holiday and not have a single casualty,” Scott Lang echoed. “Like my alibi, it doesn’t stand up to scrutiny. When are you going to launch an airstrike, I’m worried that the police will want to go back and see.”

"Soon." The mystic looked at his watch, "My sky carrier is nearby now, and its stealth is turned on, so it won't be detected by radar. The aircraft formation that dropped the ground-penetrating bomb will return immediately after completing the mission, and completely disappear from Rafa's sight."

"The plan sounded good, but in retrospect..."

"Yeah, there might be a small earthquake. After all, it's a small hydrogen bomb, and we can't control the fusion reaction of the hydrogen bomb. That's why I told you to prepare your sunglasses instead of carrying that stupid telescope, and don't stay on the top of tall buildings... Bow your heads!"

Bewildered, Scott Lang and Hope did so, but they saw no signs of a missile launch, nor heard any explosions. They only saw Salomon still standing there, slowly removing the knuckles from his hand.

"What are you doing..." Scott Lang asked angrily. But he quickly shut up, because he heard a buzzing sound approaching from far and near, fast approaching.

Immediately afterwards, a violent shaking knocked him and Hope to the ground. Even though he didn't see the explosion intuitively, the dazzling glare covered the entire sky, and the sound waves that followed made him almost vomit out his internal organs. Likewise, Hope developed concussion symptoms and began throwing up on the ground. Scott Lang supported Hope, looked up at Salomon in front of him, and found a huge white shock wave continuously bombarding the air in front of them. This scene also happened in places he couldn't see, the center of those real explosions.

No one knows what price Salomon paid.

It wasn't until the concussion ended that Hope slowly got up. Dust flew high into the air, nearly blocking out the sun, and the shock wave shattered glass for miles around. Hope looked at everything in front of him in disbelief, and Scott Lang was equally shocked.

"This is... the end..." she whispered.

"Yeah, I found that only one ground-penetrating bomb is enough, so I stopped the other bombing procedures." The mystic nodded solemnly, "I have asked the intelligence agency to lie that a terrorist with a bomb came nearby, and asked the police to evacuate the nearby residents. But now it seems that suicide terrorist attacks can't explain this scene at all."

"What about the casualties?" Hope asked hastily. She didn't need to look to know what the place that used to be Pym Technology's headquarters building had become. Truck bombs couldn't glass the ground.

"My magic can't protect people who have been staring at the explosion site. Their eyes may be burned by the strong light of the explosion. Other than that, there is no big problem."

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