Marvel Book of Magical Events

After the black car followed silently, the two black jeeps parked on the side of the road followed quickly, but Casilios and Salomon didn't care. Because Eton College is located in Berkshire, Casilios needs to drive west from London. The M4 highway has always been one of the main roads to the outside of London. There are a lot of vehicles coming and going on this road. Three Tracking cars is unremarkable at all.

When Casilios was driving past Heathrow Airport, several following cars that had been unhurriedly sped up suddenly and drove to the side of the vehicle where Salomon was sitting. At this time, Salomon had just Only then did he tie his Emperor's cloak on his body. This is the proof that he has applied for a scholarship. As long as he has this cloak, he will be a master in Eton. Don't have eyes to annoy him.

Well, it is also possible that people are superior to others, (*/ω＼*)

After all, the lower grade students who were instigated still had to do some things that only girls could do, and the ethos of British boys' schools was somewhat gay. But Salomon can at least guarantee his own safety, which is the most important thing.

On Salomon's wrist is a gift from Beunita, just like a suit. Beunita believes that a mature man needs at least one watch. Salomon doesn't know that this one has a black semi-matte crocodile leather strap. The watch is worth a lot, but it is certainly not cheap.

The other gift was from Joan of Arc. Although she didn't know where she got Salomon's course schedule, she immediately prepared a gorgeously decorated rapier for Salomon when she saw the fencing class. That is the western sword, which is longer than today's small swords - Salomon doesn't know if this French woman has a wrong brain, the current fencing class is not the kind that would lose her life at any time five hundred years ago All the students wore protective gear, and the tip of the training rapier was also a ball—but Joan of Arc let Salomon wear it, because the rapier has always been a status symbol and weapon of the nobility. Bayonetta also persuaded Salomon to accept the gift, after all, this was the first step in the reconciliation between Joan of Arc and Salomon.

"You have a tuxedo and a sword, and now you are short of a few girls." Casilios took a deep breath on a cigarette, "It's a pity that you went to a boys' school, otherwise this The aristocratic look is sure to attract many little girls."

"You know I'm not interested, Casilios." Salomon tidied his sword bag in boredom, "Whether it's a girl or a boy, I'm not interested."

"Then tell me about those two witches." Casilios said, "Why? Modu told me that you hang out with them all day long...they are two charming girls..."

Salomon rolled his eyes and said, "Except that I am more than five hundred years older than me, there is nothing special..."

At this time, the car was driving towards the Queen's Reservoir. After passing through the reservoir, Old Windsor was ahead. Eton College is located at the northernmost end of Windsor Castle, which is also Salomon's destination. Compared with when we first left London, there were far fewer vehicles here. Two black jeeps stepped on the accelerator and drove to the left and right sides of Casilios and Salomon. The black car in front was also blocked in front. Three cars surrounded them.

Even a fool can see that something is wrong at this time. Casilios narrowed his eyes, he let go of the steering wheel, took out the ring from his suit pocket and put it on his hand. "Who do you think it is?" he asked. "I always thought they were here to trouble you, Salomon."

"I think so too." Salomon's action was exactly the same as that of Casilios, and he also put the ring on the index finger and middle finger of his left hand. At the same time, he also quickly recalled the things he did recently that might arouse suspicion, but after thinking about it, Salomon couldn't think of any clues that he had missed that would allow others to track him down, except for one thing — "I guess I figured it out," he said. "I had a face-to-face meeting with a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent."

"Are you serious?" Cascilios asked, "Do you think S.H.I.E.L.D. will suspect you just by meeting him once?"

"It's hard to say." Salomon reached out to open the skylight. He unzipped the sword bag and pulled out the rapier inside. "That's a ninth-level agent."

"How do you know? Wait, you have to settle this matter yourself?" Casilios quickly pressed Salomon's shoulder, "But they must have guns."

"Oh, you are a great help. You are responsible for the unfolding of the mirror dimension." Salomon uttered a spell, and a protective force field wrapped him up. After that, he stepped on the seat, holding Holding the rapier, he jumped out of the skylight with a light leap. Salomon's back was straight, and he stood firmly on the roof of the car. His cloak fluttered like black waves in the galloping wind, and the back of his black tuxedo fluttered like a banner. He held the hilt of his sword with his slender fingers, like a young man who lived several centuries ago and was confident about the upcoming duel. There seemed to be stands around him, and many girls in court costumes stood on it. The best place is not the roof of the car, but the garden full of fallen leaves.

The mystic held out his fingers and slightly loosened the tie that had been making him uncomfortable. He was looking forward to the handkerchiefs of the girls, the sign of victory.

"The target jumped out of the sunroof and is standing on the roof." The person in the black jeep was reporting through the walkie-talkie. The action team member looked at Salomon and smiled at them. He opened his mouth and said something. He hurriedly reported, "We have been found!"

"Action!" The windows of the black jeep suddenly rolled down, revealing several black muzzles, and the black car in front also slowed down suddenly, trying to force Casilios to a stop. Immediately afterwards, lines like shattered glass appeared in front of the road, but these people turned a blind eye to them. Salomon smiled, he was impatient for a long time, now that Casilios has prepared the mirror dimension, he can flex his muscles.

The next moment, the four vehicles suddenly disappeared from the road without leaving any trace.

"Put down your weapons!" shouted the members of the action team wearing black masks. At this time, they hadn't realized that they had entered an isolated space, and they still pointed their assault rifles at Salomon.

"Drop your weapons!" he yelled. "CIA! Stop for inspection!"

The black car in front stopped suddenly, and Casilios stepped on the accelerator and slammed into it hard, making a loud bang, and the front of the car sank as expected. Before the impact, Salomon lifted his foot and stepped into the jeep on the right. The shaking caused by the vehicle did not make him lose his balance. This is also the effect of magic. Now Salomon doesn't need to eat spiders at all when he casts spider walk.

An action member fired, aiming at Salomon's leg. The bullet pierced through the air with a whistling and explosive sound, and flew precisely towards Salomon's knee. However, the flight path of this bullet was stopped by an invisible force field, but this force reflected the bullet back and hit the armor plate on the chest of this operator.

"The enemy has guns!" He slumped on the seat, the pain in his ribs reminding him of the opponent's way of fighting back. He reminded his teammates loudly, "I didn't see how he shot!"

"Radio contact lost!" the driver yelled, "We have lost all contact! The enemy has jamming devices! We are betrayed!"

"F*ck! F*ck!" The action team member peeped out again, but he didn't see Salomon's figure. Immediately afterwards, he saw an astonishing scene. The originally straight road suddenly folded vertically, like folding a long and thin piece of paper. The black jeep on the right and the other three vehicles are no longer driving on the same plane. The distance is getting farther and farther. But the driver is not in the mood to think about it because he has to step up the gas to keep the car from rolling over.

"Target disappeared! Repeat! Target disappeared!"

"What the hell is going on!" the leader yelled angrily. This time the operation was extremely weird from the very beginning, first it was the opponent who moved too fast to see clearly, then it was radio interference, and now it was a terrain problem-this terrain does not exist on the M4 road at all!

"The answer is wrong." Salomon's voice came from the roof of the car, "You didn't tell me the information I want to know."

"He's on the roof! Why didn't he get thrown off!" A member of the action team cursed and took out a pistol, leaned out half of his body and tried to shoot at the roof of the car—because this jeep is bulletproof, including The roof—but before he could see Salomon, a narrow and long sword appeared in front of his eyes. The sharp point of the sword was inserted into his eye socket precisely and quickly, and pierced through the back of his head. come out.

When Salomon pulled out the rapier, black and red blood gushed out like a fountain, and fell at Salomon's feet like the handkerchiefs thrown by the girls after the victory of the duel. With a muffled sound, the body fell out of the car lifelessly and was run over by the speeding jeep.

"Shoot!" Before the team leader ordered the others to attack Salomon together, the stabbing sword stained with emerald green flames pierced through the roof of the car following the sound, cutting off the leader's cervical spine precisely like a scalpel. The emerald green flame seemed to have The living things were normal, jumping from the sword to another team member.

"Shit!" The operator frantically slapped the flames on his body. Nylon body armor is not fireproof. But Salomon's actions didn't stop. He continued to stab down with his rapier. It wasn't that no one tried to lean out of the car window to shoot at him, but the moment the action team members leaned out, they were bound by a bolt of lightning and pulled On the roof of the car, Salomon cut his throat with a rapier. Those who stayed in the car could only see the body rolling down from the back of the car. Every scream and the sound of corpses falling hit their hearts like a heavy hammer. They were the elite of the elite and had dealt with many supernatural beings, but none of them was as weird as today's target.

They are fearless, but today, fear still covers them, because they have no strength to fight back, just like chickens waiting to be slaughtered, tremblingly waiting for their fate. Salomon's figure gradually overlapped with the things they feared the most in their lives. Those childhood nightmares crawled out from under the bed, from the closet, and from the storybook again, and they snickered. With a sound, cold paws stretched out from the stagnant black past memories again and patted their shoulders and faces. This is a long-lost reunion after many years. This fear has grown up with them, and now it has come to them again. Today's operatives yell in panic whenever they see a scrap of Salomon's clothes.

Now it is not about how to complete the task, but about how to survive. When they first received the mission, they thought the target was an ordinary superhuman with high-temperature ability. Now it seems that the information was all wrong. Even if they ran away, no one would blame them, because actions with inaccurate information are die.

Suddenly, the car regained its balance and the driver slowly eased off the accelerator. No one spoke. In this car, except for the leader who was still dying and a few members of the action team who were holding their pistols tightly, all those hot-headed people were dead. The car stopped slowly, and no one dared to pant loudly, for fear that any movement would attract an attack.

Salomon was a little puzzled, isn't this a good opportunity to fight back? Why are they inactive? Or... the fear technique he used was a little too exciting for ordinary people?

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