Warlock of the Marvel Universe

The door number object, what else could it be if it wasn't a door? Evenson's names for things are sometimes very easy to understand.

He stored several unactivated demonic circles in the company of the Eredar Twins for emergencies.Just like today's situation, it was obviously not suitable for him to go to the company now. He was on the same plane as Dottie and the others, and it was too uncomfortable to work on the saddle horse.Therefore, letting them hold the magic circle and teleport directly to the destination can save a lot of trouble.

In the past, he had thought that by sending such a magic circle abroad by express delivery, he would be able to travel around the world.But later he gave up the idea, because doing so would be an illegal exit. Without legal documents, he might not even be able to stay in a hotel in a foreign country.What's more, when traveling to foreign countries, transportation expenses actually don't account for a large proportion of the cost.

But this time Evanson was more convenient, but others couldn't accept this trick of transforming into a living person.And because of Evanson's current special status, not many people in the entire company know him.So everyone except Duo Di was nervous about Evanson's sudden appearance. Some of them unconsciously raised their guns and pointed them at him.

"Relax everyone, this is one of our own." Fortunately, Doty came to the rescue at this time, but she did not tell the true identity of the major shareholder behind Evanson, she just said that he was one of her own.

After hearing that it was one of their own, these nervous guys looked at each other and relaxed, but Farrell stared at Evanson's face for a long time, and then suddenly exclaimed, "It's you."

Evanson suddenly turned his head and looked around, wondering if someone recognized him. "Do you know me, madam?"

"Of course." Farrell squinted at Evanson and said, "Of course I know you bastard."

"Alas" Evanson was stunned, why are you scolding me?

"When I first arrived in the United States three years ago." Farrell seemed to recall something bad, and his expression was almost gritting his teeth. "I listened to your rhetoric and bought a bronze statue of Ra from you. , something that will bless me with good luck."

"Um" Evanson scratched his head awkwardly, "Isn't this very effective? You should be doing well now, and your salary must be not low." Look at this group of people except you and Dottie, who are all wearing masks. You can’t even show your face. You can show your face. This is a privilege. Do you understand? What else do you want?

Farrell chuckled and sneered, "It's indeed good. It would be better if I didn't find that the paint peeled off when I was cleaning the bronze statue, and the lead block on the base also fell off."

"If that's the case" Evanson scratched his face, "then you have nothing to be angry about, because I have already avenged you, and the boy who used to deliver goods to me has had his legs broken by me."

Farrell sneered in anger and walked aside, thinking that you should be the one who should have his legs broken.

"What does this girl do?" Evanson walked up to Dottie and asked.I thought that the business of my store was not good to begin with. It had only exceeded 300 customers after so many years of operation. I even celebrated this. I didn't expect to meet a regular customer under such circumstances. I was so unlucky. ?

"She is a weapons control sergeant." Dotty's expression was a little distorted. He just had a hard time suppressing his laughter. "The company seems to have developed a new product, and Genos hopes to test it during this operation. Weapon performance.”

"What is the new product?" This aroused Evanson's curiosity. He wanted to see what new tricks the old boy had come up with with his tour fee.

Farrell walked to a three-dimensional coffin, entered a string of passwords, and passed a retinal test before the coffin was opened. She turned her back and leaned inside, followed by a mechanical bite sound. , she walked out wearing a full-body mechanical armor with a black base and purple lines on the outside, holding a full-coverage helmet with an eagle head in her hand.

With a click, a pair of mechanical wings spread out from her back. There was a turbine engine on each wing. At this time, there was a row of protruding latches on the spine behind her back, which suddenly penetrated. It seemed that this mecha was also Connected to the human nervous system.

"Vulture." Farrell Lengsheng introduced, "This is a brand new individual air and space combat mecha, and its code name is Vulture."

"Vulture hum!" Evanson shook his head disdainfully, "What a bad name is this?"

"Do you have any opinion?" Farrell asked through gritted teeth. Because of some bad things in the past, she had a bad feeling towards Evanson. But now that her status is different, she needs to take care of things. Widowmaker, the operations leader this time, seemed to be somewhat respectful to those who sold fake goods, so she gave up. But when she saw Evanson pointing at this exoskeleton mecha that she was proud of, she was really a little reluctant. Can't stand it anymore.

You must know that she was just an ordinary maid before. Even after being selected by the Eredar Twins, she was just one of a group of people, just because a test showed that she was the most suitable to control this machine. A, she can stand out from the crowd, so this calculation is of extraordinary significance to her.

"I have some opinions." Evanson put his hands on his hips and said, "Vulture, it sounds very domineering, but now junior high school students know that vultures are actually scavengers, but our warriors should be predators. That’s right”

"Pharah, what's the name?" Evanson narrowed his eyes and said with a smile, "The falcon that fights for the Pharaoh." At this time, Evanson changed his tone and asked, "Then Sergeant Farrell, you You should know who your pharaoh is."

Upon hearing this question, Farrell and the others immediately stood upright and raised their hands, "All glory to the Twins, Hey Umbrella."

"Put your hands down, everyone." Evanson looked at the movements of the group of people in front of him, his head covered with black threads. "Please be more mature, okay? Don't act like a high school cheerleader."

After speaking, Evanson shook his head, walked to Dottie and whispered, "To be honest, I don't like this action at all, it's too childish." And there was no mention of me in the slogan.

"But Lord Gemini, I think this is very effective in uniting people's hearts." Doty replied truthfully.

"Forget it." Evanson rolled his eyes and shook his head, "Let them go. You must tell them about this. Don't shout like this when they die, for fear that others will not know his identity."