Marvel's Magic Master

During the weekend, George spent most of his time practicing the new spells he had learned. He occasionally took time to find Hagrid to learn some knowledge about magical animals and communicate with the magical animals raised by Hagrid.

During this period, he did not see Harry and Ron. It was said that they were being punished for driving and crashing the Whomping Willow.

In the second week, he was still madly brushing points while absorbing as much magical knowledge as possible, learning and practicing new magic.

On the Marvel side, after more than ten days of investigation, some clues gradually emerged.

That evening, George rode a modified motorcycle from the mutant school in the suburbs to the Bronx near the city.

On the way, when he encountered a test, he showed his expensive fake ID to get through.

In these ten days of investigation, in addition to roughly understanding the situation of dozens of large and small families in the Bronx, he also paid a high price to find a local fake ID to make him a fake identity.

Of course, this fake identity can only fool ordinary policemen at ordinary times. If you encounter the CIA, SHIELD and the National Bureau of Investigation, you will definitely not be able to fool them.

Not to mention using this identity to open an account, deposit the money into it, and then use it to buy Stark's shares.

So he didn't plan to buy Stark's shares himself from the beginning. His body was a product of the laboratory, and he didn't have any identity proof at all. He couldn't get away with it with a fake certificate.

He wanted to find an agent, but he couldn't just find one casually.

First of all, this person must have a certain status, otherwise helping him buy Stark's shares may be suspected and attract the attention of various organizations.

In fact, he felt that even if he robbed the gangs in the entire Bronx and used all the cash to buy Stark Group's shares, it would be a drop in the bucket for the giant Stark Group.

After all, what he could rob was some cash, and at most he could force the bosses to withdraw the liquid funds in their accounts, but it was impossible to take away all the assets of the gangs.

Maybe this cash is already an astronomical figure for the poorest and most chaotic Bronx, but for the Stark Group, it may not be as valuable as the artworks in Tony Stark's mansion.

The money of the truly rich is unimaginable to the poor.

A painting in Tony Stark's room may be worth hundreds of millions, but for him, hundreds of millions are actually enough for him to lead those mutant children to a stable life.

He doesn't need to do anything big now, and he doesn't need to go against major organizations. He just needs a stable life to study magic and improve his strength.

If he wasn't worried about the invasion of the Chitauri in a few years, if the Avengers failed to resist and the entire earth fell, he wouldn't stay near New York.

Secondly, the agent must have a concern for the Bronx and cannot leave here. Otherwise, if so much money is left to the other party to manage, the other party will run away with the money. Where can he find it?

People die for money and birds die for food. He doesn't believe that people will be loyal to him after just a few months of getting along. He doesn't have that kind of kingly spirit.

Fortunately, these ten days are not in vain. He has gradually come up with a goal that may be feasible.

Today is just the right time to watch a good show. If everything goes well, then the agent can be confirmed.

After parking the motorcycle, he found an empty alley, wrapped himself in a black robe, put on the most common mask that can be bought on the roadside, and used his full power.

His special shoes with iron plates immediately lifted him up and slowly floated up above the alley.

After such a period of development, especially under the influence of wizard blood, his control of magnetic force has also made great progress, and he can barely control objects weighing more than 100 kilograms.

It has exceeded the evaluation standard of the laboratory base for his potential limit.

If he meets X-24 now, he can play with him with his ability. More than 100 kilograms can make X-24, who is covered with adamantium alloy, walk unsteadily.

So when he used his full power, he could barely make the special shoes inlaid with iron plates carry him up.

Of course, as for speed, it can only be said that it is not as fast as walking. If it is a battle, it is a living target.

But in certain specific places, it is still very useful.

For example, now, he can easily go to the roof, move over the roof to avoid various surveillance and sight, sneak into some tightly sealed venues very easily, and it is not easy to be tracked.

On the roof of the seventh floor of the strip club controlled by the Chebel family, an old man in his seventies sat in a wheelchair, looking at the middle-aged man who was beaten to death in front of him, and said with some regret:

"Leon, you are really good, I am really optimistic about you, and I have always treated you as my godson.

It's a pity that you must die here today."

"Mr. Chebel, I really didn't betray you. I was wronged. I have always treated you as a father. How could I betray you? You have to believe me!"

The middle-aged man struggled to get up with blood on his face, trying his best to prove his loyalty.

He was originally the child of a drug addict. His mother secretly left when he was young because she couldn't stand this hopeless life.

When he was thirteen years old, he accidentally saved Mr. Chebel who was hunted by a hostile family. Since then, he was appreciated by Mr. Chebel and joined the Chebel family, living his dream life.

For thirty years, he relied on his intelligence and wisdom to help the Chebel family develop from a small family to one of the thirteen families in the Bronx.

However, he was executed as the mastermind who wanted to seize the dominance of the Chebel family for just one assassination, which was really unacceptable.

He has a beautiful and loving wife, many brothers who have been through life and death with him, and a lovely newborn daughter. He has dedicated most of his life to this family.

"I know you didn't betray me. The assassination was originally a play directed and acted by me. Otherwise, with your current status and reputation in the family, I really can't just execute you like this."

Chebel sighed with a complicated look in his eyes.

Hearing what Chebel said, Leon suddenly widened his eyes and murmured in disbelief:

"Why? Why did you do this?"

"I had no choice. I'm old. The doctor said that with my wounded body, I only have two years to live at most.

But my son has just turned 20 and has just taken over the family affairs. His ability and reputation are not mature yet."

Chebel coughed and looked at Leon with some sadness. He was not without feelings for Leon, but no matter how capable Leon was and how mediocre his son was, he would never let Leon replace his son.

"You are worried that I will replace the young master in the future, but you should understand my loyalty to you. I would never do that!"

Leon sat on the ground, as if all his strength was drained.

Chebel pushed the wheelchair forward and shook his head:

"Leon, I believe in your character, but not your subordinates.

Sometimes, you can't sit in my position if you don't want to. Your subordinates will push you to sit up."