Warlock of the Marvel Universe

With Skye's outfit, his charm value has skyrocketed.As the saying goes, a man relies on his clothes, a horse relies on his saddle, and a dog relies on his bells to run happily. There seems to be nothing wrong with that.

Originally, she was in her prime of youth, and her Eurasian mixed-race base was very good, and her figure was very attractive. However, she was not very particular about her usual clothes, which buried her charm and good figure. At first Even Evanson was wrong.

And the reason why this happened was all due to her poor family background.He was originally an orphan who grew up wild in the society, and worked for free for the Rising Tide Organization. He didn't even have a place to live, and could only live in a shabby van. He was completely homeless.Poorer than Evenson, this can really be regarded as a real poor person.

Therefore, poor people cannot be particular about dressing up and can only make do with it.Usually, let alone high-end cosmetics, I don’t even have a few clothes that fit me.

But this time is different. This time I am on a business trip. I can only think about buying high-end cosmetics and wear high-end clothes that are addictive to my eyes.She is now the most beautiful she has ever been.

However, if this charm increases, it is not necessarily a good thing, because if the flowers bloom too beautifully, they will easily attract bees and butterflies.

"Who are you?" Just when Skye had just picked up a bunch of snacks and looked around to see if the target had appeared, a shout came from behind. She was really shocked, and she thought someone had seen through it. own identity.

"What?" She immediately turned around calmly and breathed a sigh of relief when she saw the person coming.Because the other person has white hair and beard, looks to be in his 60s, wears a pair of sharp black-rimmed glasses, and is a little fatter, he cannot be a security guard, and judging from what he just said Judging from that sentence, his English pronunciation is very bad.

"I'm sorry, he's not very good at speaking English." A young man immediately came over to the old man and smiled apologetically at Skye. He should be the old man's secretary or translator.

"It's okay, my name is Skye." Seeing that it was a false alarm, Skye immediately calmed down, introduced himself and politely extended a hand to the old man, ready to chat and laugh with him.

The old man shook Skye's hand vigorously and introduced himself as "Kasim Zagler."

Sky showed a surprised expression, "I have admired you for a long time. You built half of Dubai, including the Arabian Blade Building. I love that building very much. It has a sci-fi temperament."

The old man smiled implicitly after hearing this. After all, it was really enjoyable to hear a young and beautiful woman complimenting his achievements.

The reason why Skye was able to recognize the other person immediately upon hearing his name was not because the old man was very famous in the world, nor because she was well-informed, but because she had a communication device with her and was constantly communicating with Mei Lin on the plane. They kept talking on the phone, and as soon as the old man announced his name, Melinda sent his brief information to Skye.

This made her realize that, as Evanson said, the success or failure of a spy operation is closely related to intelligence support. Just like just now, if there was no intelligence support from the rear, she might have been exposed.

However, this intelligence support was not only passed to Skye, but Evanson, who was also wearing a communicator, also heard it. He was not happy at the time.

Because when Evanson saw that old man, he took the initiative to strike up a conversation with Skye. He seemed to want an old cow to eat young grass.After the information about him was passed on, Evanson became even more unhappy. This old guy was actually a rich man in Dubai.

The old cow eating young grass and the wealthy man in Dubai can’t stand either one of them, let alone they are put together to show off in front of me.

"Hmph." Evanson snorted coldly. He happened to see a bell on the dining table, the kind used to summon the waiter. Not far away, there was a white feather used to decorate the dishes, so he rolled his eyes. heart.

He reached out and picked up the bell, pulled out the contents, and murmured something in his mouth. A green light shone imperceptibly on the bell, and then he picked up a spoon from the table and walked quietly. Arriving at a place not far behind the old man.

Dong Evenson only tapped the bell lightly with a spoon, but the sound it made was like a big bell.But everyone else looked normal. Only the old man looked around and couldn't figure it out. It was obvious that he was the only one who heard the sound.

There was a smirk on the corner of Evanson's mouth, and he deliberately spoke the rich Arabic language into the old man's ears: "Listen, the evening bell will reveal your name."

Just hearing these words, the old man's eyes were extremely frightened, and his eyes widened as if he had seen a ghost. A large amount of cold sweat overflowed from his forehead. At this time, Evanson flicked his finger, and the white stick he was holding The feather immediately flew up and fell quietly in front of the old man's eyes, "the death feather"

Before Ga Evanson could finish his last sentence, the old man jerked away with a squeak and lay on the ground frothing.Ambulance, the medical staff came quickly. The translator next to him immediately supported the old man and shouted loudly. Fortunately, the shareholders' meeting was well prepared. After a while, several white coats rushed out and carried him away on a stretcher.

"Humph haha" looking at the old man being carried away, Evanson smiled and walked to Skye's side, but the other party raised his eyebrows and asked him, "What did you do?"

Originally, the old man was chatting and laughing with him, but suddenly he was so frightened that he was twitching on the ground, and Evanson came over with a bad smile on his face. This could only be because he had tampered with it.

"I didn't do anything." Evanson put his arm around Skye's shoulders. After all, the other person's current cover identity was his female companion, so it didn't matter if he made some intimate moves. "I may be pretending to be powerful." It’s just a bit. I didn’t expect that legend to still have such a great deterrent effect.”

What is the legend? Skye was a little confused and was about to ask, but saw Evanson lowering his head and saying quietly, "At three o'clock, the target has appeared."

Skye immediately gave up his intention to inquire further and quietly looked over there, only to see Ian Quinn walking in with a group of followers.

Evanson gently patted Skye on the shoulder and told him, "Stay here and don't move around. I'll be back when I go." Then he let go of Skye and held the wine glass, and looked at Ian Quinn with a smile on his face. Walked over.

But Skye, who stayed where she was, squinted her eyes, and a wicked smile crept onto the corner of her mouth.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Quinn." Evanson walked up to Quinn and politely extended his hand to him.

"Oh, nice to meet you." Originally, Quinn planned to show his face at this shareholders' meeting, give a speech and be done with it. After all, there were still big things waiting for him to do. Now seeing someone suddenly blocking his way, he just I thought about saying hello and doing it perfunctorily, but after the other party said his name, he gave up the idea immediately.

"I'm Leon." Evanson smiled and said his identity this time, "Leon Scott Kennedy, we met for the first time."

"Ah, Mr. Kennedy." Quinn immediately became more cordial, and I raised my hand as cordially as Evanson, "Representative of Mr. Malik, it's really an honor to meet you."

Although Quinn is somewhat famous internationally, he is still far behind Gideon Malik. A representative sent by such a big shot must be dealt with carefully. Besides, that gentleman also talked to me about something. , Well, it was just over the phone, but I was still quite interested in that matter.

"It's a pleasure to meet you." Quinn smiled again. "You are here to talk about that matter, the matter that Mr. Malik said."

But before he finished speaking, Evanson raised his hand to interrupt him and pulled his cuffs pretendingly, "Mr. Quinn, are you going to make things clear here?"

"Yeah." Quinn paused and looked around to see that there were a lot of people here. It was really crowded. "I'm sorry, I'm in a hurry. Please wait for me."

"Okay." Evanson nodded and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.He just asked Malik to get an invitation letter for himself. As for the intersection between Malik and Quinn, he had no idea at all.So if we continue to talk here, the whole story will be revealed.

So now he needs to stabilize Quinn first, and then let him take him to a deeper place. Once there, it doesn't matter whether he is revealing or not.

Quinn strode onto the podium and delivered his own speech, and the content was full of anti-SHIELD and anti-hegemony ideas, making himself look like a freedom defender.

What he didn't know was that S.H.I.E.L.D. agents Coulson and Ward had already landed on a beach somewhere on the island in a small rubber boat.

"To be honest, I think we are a little redundant in this operation." Ward pulled the rubber boat ashore, hid it with grass, and complained to Coulson, "That gentleman personally went out, we have taken care of it." Is it necessary?”

"Always be fully prepared Agent Ward." Unlike Ward who was in combat uniform, Coulson was still wearing that very elegant suit, but this also made his movements a little inconvenient, at least with his leather shoes. A lot of sand has been filled in now.

"You'll know after you've worked with him for a long time. That kid is very unreliable sometimes. Don't look at his usually cheerful and talkative appearance, but he can be very aggressive." Colson shook his head. "As long as you interact with him In a fight, he usually won't leave anyone alive."

Thinking about Obadie being killed by Evanson in front of his own eyes, and then thinking about the hatred that Evanson pierced a candied haws for throwing things, and "Did you know, the wildfire in Peru was only announced the night before yesterday?" Officially extinguished.”

The corner of Ward's mouth twitched. The fire had been burning for so long. The economic losses would have been huge. Fortunately, the Peruvian government took action first, and SHIELD seemed to have grasped something. , otherwise I don’t know how I would be passive.

"So" Colson supported Ward and poured out the sand from his shoes, then put his suit in order and said, "The main purpose of our response this time is to ensure that this island will not be shaken by a sudden volcanic eruption. Finally it sank to the bottom of the sea.”