Warlock of the Marvel Universe

Although Melinda is a senior agent and has outstanding abilities, in terms of spirit, according to Evanson, she is not much different from ordinary people.For such people, spiritual weakness is very terrifying.

It is not like a flaw in the body, they are invisible and intangible. In front of a warlock like Evanson, they are as obvious as a flame in the dark night, and they are almost undefended. This has nothing to do with will. But because it is too weak.

For such a weakness, Evanson only needs to find some clues, and he doesn't need to put in much effort at all. He only needs verbal provocation to break through it.And if it's a Twilight Priest, a Faceless Man, or a more terrifying Old God, it's even easier.They only need one movement, one look, or even one thought to completely collapse someone.

Once the spiritual defense line is broken, it is a matter of course to want them to do something according to your guidance. Even Hydra's brainwashing technique can do this kind of thing, let alone a warlock like Evanson who is good at tempting people to fall.

Indeed, gaining power comes at a price, Melinda knows this, but unfortunately she knows nothing about the power of a warlock.In her understanding, the so-called price of strength still lies in rigorous training and exchanging sweat for strength.

She also knew nothing about the price she had to pay for accepting the power given by the warlock.

"The seeds have been planted, it just depends on when they will germinate." Evanson murmured softly and was about to go back to rest.

He was really busy today. First, he went to Howister's to collect goods and show off, and then he wanted to seduce, ah, no, it was seduction, uh, that's not right, anyway, he just wanted to convince Melinda.This was very mentally taxing work, and it was already late at night waiting for everything to be done.

So even Evanson, who has extraordinary mental strength due to practicing magic, feels a little tired.

"Boss, come outside, there is something interesting." Sarah, who was about to close the store, stopped Evanson.

Evanson came to the door of the store out of curiosity and saw Sarah looking up at the sky, so he followed Sarah's gaze.

There is an object in the sky, dragging a stream of fire and flying at an extremely fast speed.

Not only was it extremely fast, but it also flew very high, and the firelight it dragged behind it was not obvious under the lights of New York, a city that never sleeps.If Sarah and Evanson weren't ordinary people, they probably wouldn't have noticed.

However, Evanson is still in the human category after all, and his eyesight cannot match that of Sarah, a demon.

He closed his eyes and expanded his mental power with all his strength.That thing is too far away and flies very fast. If you don't do this, it will be really difficult to lock him.

"Humph, that's it." Evanson relied on his mental power to see clearly the true appearance of that thing.

However, at this time, the thing seemed to have stalled, became dim, and fell from a high altitude. Evanson also removed his mental power, turned around and said, "Don't forget to deal with the icing problem, Mr. Stark."

Needless to say, this unknown object in the sky is Tony Stark, who just invented the steel suit.But this guy flew out to test his performance. As a result, he flew into the stratosphere, where he was frozen solid and could only free fall in the air.

I hope he can restart before landing, otherwise I can only pray that his steel suit is strong enough to withstand falls.

"Hmm..." After watching the play, Evanson naturally didn't want to stand on the street blowing the wind anymore, but he just planned to go back, groaned softly, and looked around cautiously.

"Master...?" Sarah, as a demon, obviously felt something was wrong and asked worriedly.

"Nothing, just a large-scale mental detection." After careful exploration, Evanson determined the current situation, "It should be a stress scan to release my mental power. I was too negligent just now. "

Although Doctor Strange had not released a high-definition downloadable version before time travel, Evanson still knew that there were peers in this world.

  They have established large observation points at several relatively large magic nodes in the world to monitor any abnormal magic fluctuations in the world.Therefore, when Evanson used to cast some relatively noisy spells, he would prepare shielding spells in advance so that they would not be noticed by those guys.After all, in any normal world, the profession of warlock is not very popular, and Evanson does not want to cause trouble.

However, the mental scan was too negligent this time and triggered the stress mechanism of the detection point. "Don't worry, I have withdrawn my mental power before they start detecting. They should not be able to find anything." Evanson comforted Sarah, who was still on guard.

"Really?" Sarah was still worried. She also knew that both warlocks and demons were rejected and hated by people who knew the mysterious power.

"Of course, unless this node is a magic hub like Karazhan, and the person sitting inside is Medivh." It's not that Evanson looks down on people with mysterious powers in this world, but that they are really on a different level than Medivh. .

"That's good. I thought it wouldn't be long before I would go back to the void again. That place is really boring." Sarah finally felt relieved.

So the two went back to sleep, of course, separately.

In another part of the city, in an abandoned warehouse at a dock.

There are corpses lying here and there, but these dead people are not ordinary people. They all hold automatic rifles.

But judging from their death state, they should not have experienced a fierce battle.They must have suffered a well-planned surprise attack and were killed before they could react.

At this time, a group of people wearing black combat uniforms were holding two people kneeling on the ground with guns.One was wearing a decent black suit, and the other was wearing an Arabic-style white robe.

Seeing that the situation was under control, the leader of the men in black said through the communicator, "Sir, I am Rumlow. The area has been cleared. You can come in."

Shortly after the call ended, a bald man wearing plain glasses walked in carrying a suitcase.

As he walked, he opened the containers along the way, and saw that the containers were filled with all kinds of weapons, including light machine guns, automatic rifles, rocket launchers, and all kinds of ammunition.

Seeing the arrival of the bald man, the man in white robe who was kneeling on the ground suddenly shouted, "A lackey of SHIELD, a soldier of the Lord can't say anything."

Yes, these people are all from SHIELD. They are here to handle a case of smuggling arms to terrorists.

This operation was commanded by level [-] agent Sylvite, and the action team was responsible for the implementation. It seemed nothing special. S.H.I.E.L.D. had to deal with many similar situations in a year, but compared with previous ones, the people involved in this operation were all gods. Hydra members lurking in the Shield.

Hearing what the man in white robe said, Sylvester curled her lips indifferently, "It doesn't matter, I didn't intend to ask you to say anything."

Bang, there was a gunshot. As soon as Sylvite finished speaking, a man in black shot the man in white.

"Oh, God, I said, I said, don't kill me." The man in black next to him had his brains splattered all over him, and he almost wet his pants in fear. He was just an arms dealer, not a terrorist who was willing to die.

"I'm glad you can cooperate, Mr. Yuri." Sylvette was very happy with the man in the suit's cooperation, but he changed the subject and said, "But unfortunately, I don't need you to say anything."

Rumlow, who was next to the man in the suit, grabbed his chin, stuffed a capsule into his mouth, and then slammed his chin shut.Then, the man in the suit foamed at the mouth, twitched a few times and died.

Sylvette thrust the suitcase into the hands of the dead man in the suit, then took a few photos and took the suitcase back.

"Take care of the scene." Sylvite ordered the men in black, then raised the suitcase, "I have to hand it to Nick Fury." Then turned and left.

And on the suitcase, there was a red and white circular logo, a protective umbrella.