Warlock of the Marvel Universe

It didn't take long for Evenson to arrive at the scene of the incident.When he was approaching the place, he saw a black jeep that was smashed to pieces. It should be one of the escort vehicles for the escort team. The whole car was on all fours, oh no, it was on its back. It was falling down. One of the wheels flew off.

After arriving at the place, he saw another escort vehicle. He flew directly to the reverse road next to it, with the same posture and the same way of death.

But the most miserable-looking thing is probably this big truck carrying cargo.The entire car rolled over and fell to the ground. Judging from the cracks on the ground, he must have experienced a free fall.But the damage he suffered didn't stop there. The carriage he was pulling was completely torn to pieces, and the leather shoes that had been packed inside for protection were scattered all over the ground and abandoned.In the innermost part of the carriage, there is a mezzanine. The door is still printed with SHIELD's eagle emblem, but it has been completely cut open by cutting and welding.

Inside the mezzanine is a seat and cross-type safety belt. It seems that there was a person inside originally. He should be the real cargo in this escort mission, but now the person is gone.

"What do you think you found?" Coulson saw Evanson coming and observing the crime scene very carefully, so he went over to ask about the situation.

"The mole committed the crime." Evanson seemed confident, pointing to the torn carriages around him and said, "Judging from the damage to the carriages, it should have been done by an excavator, but things like excavators are very slow. It’s hard to hide, it couldn’t have come after the convoy was attacked, it must have been an ambush at the location of the incident.”

Evanson walked out of the carriage. Since it was already night, the agents who came to rescue him set up searchlights here. This strong light made him feel a bit dazzling. "And since this operation is... For a secret escort, the route of action must be kept secret, but the enemy can set a trap in advance, attack the escort and steal the goods in one go."

"So unless he can do calculations and watch the sky overnight, he can know the world's affairs." Evanson firmly judged, "Then it is only possible that the insider leaked the secret and betrayed the escort route and cargo situation to the enemy."

Anyway, Evanson firmly believes that as long as something happens to S.H.I.E.L.D., it must be the mole who is instigating the trouble. If S.H.I.E.L.D. gets things done, it is because the mole also wants to get it done, so The success or failure of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s affairs depends on the inner man's will.

Coulson followed and nodded reluctantly. He admitted that Evanson's analysis still made some sense.But at this time, Evanson walked up to Fatty Lata, who was wearing a plaid shirt and jeans, with a bruised face and a bloody bandage on his head. He was a disguised agent and the driver of a large truck.

"Now that it's confirmed that there is a mole, the next thing to do is to find out the mole." Evanson went up and grabbed the fat man's collar, lifted him up, and pointed it at his face He yelled, "Tell me, why did you betray SHIELD and how many benefits did those people give you?"

The fat driver was stunned. He reached out and wiped a handful of the spit that was sprayed on his face. "What are you talking about? When will I betray SHIELD?" At this point, he rushed to the left and shouted, "Who can tell?" Who am I, who is this 2?"

"Humph" Evanson put the fat driver down hard, and at the same time took out a handkerchief and wiped his hands with great care. "It doesn't matter who I am. What's important now is that your identity has been exposed."

"Tch." The fat driver turned his head to the side in disgust, indicating that he didn't want to talk to this lunatic.

At this time, Coulson also patted Evanson on the shoulder from behind and said a little awkwardly, "I wonder if you are mistaken. Why do you think Mike is the mole?" Mike was the name of the fat driver.

"It's actually very simple to judge who is the mole." Evanson said with a proud smile, "Since this is a secret operation, there must not be many people who know the escort route, and the mole will definitely not die on his own In a known ambush, so this fat man actually survived now, then he must be the mole."

"Yeah" Coulson scratched his head in embarrassment. You guys should really watch less criminal investigation TV series, and even in TV series, the mole detected using this method will definitely be able to make a comeback in the end. Is the loyal minister okay? Besides, "In fact, all the agents in the escort convoy survived this time."

"What?" Evanson clicked and turned his head to look at Colson. He felt that his face was heating up rapidly.

"Moreover," Colson glanced at Mike and said, "Mike was the one who was seriously injured in this attack."

"Well" Evanson's eyes lit up and he realized that this matter was not simple. "That's right. In order to avoid exposing his identity, the mole may be seriously injured deliberately to gain sympathy and avoid suspicion of himself."

"Oh" Mike really couldn't listen anymore. He pushed away the medical staff who were bandaging him, stood up and said, "The reason why I was the most seriously injured is because the protective measures on those two jeeps are better than mine." , the 360-degree airbag with no dead spots is really enviable. And most importantly, the quality here is relatively high.”

Originally, what Mike meant was that the truck he was driving was heavy, so he fell hard.But Evanson looked at Mike's big belly and said, "Well, the mass is bigger, I can see it."

"But this is also a doubtful point." Evanson yelled again, and Coulson jumped. You guy has been spreading hysteria to no end, right?

"As the saying goes, a horse can't get fat if it doesn't have grass. You see, the other agents have a standard figure, but you are the only one who is so fat. You must have gained weight by taking advantage of it."

"Say it again, do you believe it or not? I will go to court to sue you for discriminating against fat people and make you lose your pants." Mike felt the blood vessels on his head pounding. "And do you blame me for being so fat? Colson?" Do you think so too? Is it my fault that I am fat?”

Colson was also quite helpless when he was asked, "Don't you blame yourself for being fat? Do you blame me?"

"When I was young, I had a standard figure, and I had all the waistcoat and mermaid lines. Later, I joined S.H.I.E.L.D. with enthusiasm. I originally hoped to do something big in safeguarding world peace, but who knew that I was directly assigned to the Department of Transportation? Be a driver"

Mike was so angry that he gave up and poured out his bitter words, "For ten years, for ten whole years, I drove every day and spent most of my time in the car. Even my girlfriend didn't have three meals a day." I ate all junk food, but now I don’t have high blood pressure or heart disease, but I’m just a little fat. It’s already amazing, okay?”

"Sauri, Sauri." Coulson kept apologizing and finally calmed down the emotional Mike. "This matter is a misunderstanding. Let's stop it. And forget it, you made her pawn her pants." Well, actually I can’t spend much money with you.”

While saying good things, Colson pulled Evanson away. After he was far away from everyone's eyes, he almost suppressed his anger and said, "Smart people should know not to publish casually in fields that they are not good at." Opinion and what you just did is exactly the opposite of this.”

After yelling "Hoo" for a while, Colson held his chest and let out a long breath. He felt that after working with Evanson once or twice, cardiovascular and cerebrovascular diseases were not far away from him. "I invited you here." Let you see if there is anything weird here. As for the more professional work of reasoning about the case, let us do it. Although I admit that your inference that there is an insider is still very reasonable, but you continue The nonsense coming down is totally worthless.”

"Okay." Evanson nodded helplessly, but after Colson walked away, he took the hand that had been behind his back in front of him, stretched out his palm, and held a round iron ball the size of a thumb. There was a small piece of mercury-silver liquid floating in the center of the iron ring. "Well, the nonsense is not worthless, at least it can distract you." After that, he put the small iron ring in into his backpack.

"Everyone, look what I found." At this moment, Simmons suddenly picked up something with tweezers in the distance.

A device identical to the one Evanson put in his backpack. It seemed that the attacker had set more than one trap this time.

"Because of Sting." But before Simmons, who was full of surprise, could conduct a basic test on the device, Evanson, who was standing far away, stretched out his hand and sucked the thing over, with a look of surprise on his face. It was as if he had just discovered this thing, and while it flew towards him, it also brought up a burst of flying sand and rocks, which attracted the attention of everyone around him.

"Hey, this is really interesting." Evanson turned on the device and looked at the effect it caused. This time he was really surprised.

He had indeed obtained such a device secretly just now, but he just felt that this device was a bit new and might have some special abilities, so he deliberately rambled on, distracting other people's attention, and put away the device. got up.But he hasn't had time to study in detail what the detailed capabilities of this device are.

But now when he used his magic power to photograph the device that Simmons discovered, the thing seemed to be stimulated, changing the surrounding gravity, sucking in all the sand and rocks on the ground, until the device was in his hands and he held it firmly. Holding it firmly and removing the pull of mana on it, the sand and stones attracted by him fell to the ground as if they suddenly returned to the earth's gravity.

"This thing" Evanson threw the ring-shaped device into the air, pointed his finger at it, and it floated in the air. The sand and gravel that had just landed on the ground were attracted by it and flew up again, but This time it doesn't look like a loose sandstorm, but condenses into a ball with the device as the center.

As Evanson turned his fingers, the ball also rotated in circles in the air, like a moving planet.It wasn't until Evanson's hand suddenly stretched out that the ball slumped down as if it had lost power, and the condensed sand scattered away, leaving only the ring in Evanson's hand.

"Why is this a magic device?" Coulson asked naturally after watching Evanson's magical performance just now.

"Yes and no." Evanson stared at the ring in his hand and gave an ambiguous answer.

"Then what is he?" Coulson was obviously not satisfied with this answer. She wanted a definite answer.

"I say it is a magic device because some special magic can really use it." Now after Evanson carefully observed the characteristics of this thing, he was convinced that his book was in the Encyclopedia of Spells, which described this thing. This kind of material "has a kind of magic that can reset the gravity field of a certain place. For example, after the spell cast by the moon on a planet with a relatively small gravity, the gravity there can be set to be the same as that of the earth. This is what people can do It’s easier to move around up there.”

"To be honest, it is very difficult to cast that magic. It requires a lot of preparation work. Not only does it have to draw a huge magic circle, but it also requires a huge amount of magic power. Sometimes it even requires blood sacrifice. But if you happen to have something on hand when casting the spell, If you use this kind of material, you can complete the spell very easily with twice the result with half the effort."

"It sounds like he is completely a magic device." Coulson asked with some confusion, "Then why do you say he is not either?"

"Because it is not just a casting material." Evanson stretched out his finger to put one on the device. The sand and stones on the ground shook again, but this time they did not fly up. "Resetting the position of a place means that It is fighting against the gravity of the planet, so it requires extremely large magical support. However, this material itself has the characteristics of changing the gravity field, so after having him, the focus of spell casting has changed from simply fighting against the planet's gravity to In order to reasonably stimulate this material and make it resist the gravity of the planet, although this is a delicate task, it requires very little mana and is relatively simple."

"But it's not just mana that can make this thing exciting, but also other powers, including the scientific power that you are familiar with. As long as you master the strength and direction, you can use this thing to change the surrounding gravity field."

"So this substance can indeed be used when casting spells, but this substance can be used for more than just spells." Evenson concluded, "So I say it is both a magic device and not a magic device."

"Reset the gravity field and change the gravity of the moon, my God." Skye, who had been standing aside at this time, suddenly said in surprise, "Magic is really convenient. I suddenly felt that science is really old-fashioned, and it is completely incomparable. Get magic."

"Ah, Skye." Evanson smiled and said hello enthusiastically. After all, he sold someone's house for 2 yuan, so it was appropriate to show him a smile. "How have you been during this time? I'm sorry. Is it because of the new life in S.H.I.E.L.D.?”

"The new life is really great." He stretched out his two scissor hands and bent them with a smile. "Endless combat training and physical training, and then we have to train firearms."

"Yeah, that sounds pretty good." Evanson shrugged and asked Skye's guardian, Ward, "How is her training performance?"

Ward didn't seem to want to give Si a face, and just told the truth, "She is like a puddle of mud in physical training, and when she does pull-ups, she hangs on the horizontal bar like a salted fish. As for combat training," Ward clucked, "If I had to give her boxing a name, it could be called Girly Mengmeng Boxing."

I'm so angry that my cheeks are rounded. I'm a technical talent. I train in physical combat with you every day. I'm already giving you a lot of face. But you're still picky.

"Are you a newbie who just joined the team?" Evanson tried to smooth things over, "You have to be patient." Skye thought this method was more convenient, but who knew that Evanson suddenly changed the subject and said, "Then he doubled her training volume." "

Skye's whole face is stiff now. If he hadn't taken into account the crowd of people around him, he would have jumped over and bit Evanson alive. I'm so crazy that I actually believed that you would say nice things for me.

"Sky." Evanson looked at Sky, who was almost going crazy. He suddenly changed the subject, "Do you really think magic is above science?"

"Isn't it?" Skye answered angrily, "Many things that cannot be done with science can be easily done with magic, just like changing the gravity field of a certain place. This is very difficult for science. ”

"Humph, I once told Colson that science and magic are the truths of the world, and there is no distinction between them." Evanson said with a smile, "Science and magic are like a lever. We are looking for a suitable fulcrum to use." It moves the world and changes it according to our will."

"The difference is that the fulcrum I found using magic is very reasonable, so reality can be changed with less force, but your science seems to have not calculated where the appropriate fulcrum is."

"It sounds like you're admitting that magic is better than technology." Skye shrugged.

"That's not the case." Evanson shook his head. "The truth does not distinguish between superior and inferior, and the truth itself will not make mistakes. Only people can make mistakes. It is not so much that science is inferior. It is better to say that it is because you are in Science is moving too slowly.”

Think about how many years the magic system of Azeroth has existed. Anyway, when the Legion first invaded 1 years ago, the magic system was already completed, and the Night Elf Empire, which was good at using magic, had already established it even before that. It has existed for a long time. If the voodoo magic of the trolls is also included, then the time that the ancient troll empire has existed must be added.To say that he has 2 years is a very conservative estimate.But the warlock magic used by Evanson has a longer history than that.

Modern technology has only existed for three to four hundred years at best.This can only be regarded as the beginning. It is already remarkable that human beings can do this.

Therefore, in the eyes of many people, technology is not as convenient and powerful as magic, which has been laid down for a long time.But as everyone knows, this is not because science is weak, but because people have not yet grasped the power of science.