Marvel: Spear Bureau Technical Advisor

On the third day after the young siblings from a gypsy family left their hometown to avoid the disgusting eyes of their neighbors, two Karma Taj masters visited their hometown.

Two mages who deliberately changed into ordinary people's clothes.

"It can be confirmed that this is here." Master Modu kept a dark face. He seemed not used to the secular clothes on his body. While looking around the streets damaged by magic, he unconsciously pulled his sleeves and hem.

The forward move was much more natural than Modu's. He squatted on the street and quickly found the center of the explosion.

"The power is not too great, but... a very pure black magic breath, more extreme than the breath of Velasco and Dormammu."

Modu also came over, his magic perception is now far behind the front, but the breath and traces left by this scene are so clear, it is not difficult for him to make a judgment.

"Indeed, there is a big difference from Dormammu's breath; so, it's not Casillas' group? A new follower of black magic has appeared here?"

Letting the mages of Karma Taj judge the magic breath is like letting a top chef distinguish seasonings, and let a musician listen to notes. It is commonplace for professionals to be confused by others.

"Maybe this follower is a newcomer, but don't underestimate him just because he is a newcomer; over time, this person is likely to be more terrifying than Casillas." Qianqian squatted there seemingly casually, his fingertips drooping naturally Pointing to the ground, traces of black magic power invisible to the naked eye were extracted from the ground, lingering at the fingertips.

The fluctuations and aura of these magical powers are very familiar to Xiangqian, and they are exactly the same as the Sithorn mark rooted in Liana's soul.

Mo Du looked at the forward movement, and suddenly frowned: "Do you know something?"

"It's not too much." Xiangqian replied lightly; he really didn't know too much, and he said even less.

Modu was a little dissatisfied with Xiangqian's hesitant answer; since the two people's differences in their attitudes towards black magic were made public, he has always been extremely wary of this young, talented junior brother who has obtained too many privileges. Worrying that the other party will go astray with powerful magical power, it will cause greater damage than Casillas' betrayal.

Therefore, when Qianqian hurried back to Karma Taj to investigate the black magic incident, Modu was immediately taken up with it, and insisted on following him to this small Eastern European country.And the pure black magic breath found at the scene really made Master Modo secretly startled.

Seemingly aware of Modu's dissatisfaction, he spread his hands forward to his senior brother: "Don't look at me like that, I really don't know much, I just know the origin of this black magic; Sithorne!"

Master Modu's face suddenly darkened.

Sithorne, the god of black magic in this universe, is also the source of almost all black magic.The black magic circulating in this world can more or less be traced back to this ancient evil god; for example, Domamu, who currently poses the most direct threat to Kama Taj, has also learned part of Sithorn's black magic.

"Are you sure? It's indeed Sithorne?" Master Modu asked.

"Of course, I have experienced Sithorn's legacy at close range in Wandage Mountain."

The forward words made Master Mordo fly into a rage.

Vandago Mountain is a steep mountain located at the southern end of the Carpathian Mountains; the altar on the top of the mountain is the most important landmark Sithorn left on Earth, and a large amount of Sithorn's magical power is also preserved in it.

Sithorn's powerful magic turned the original pure will into matter, and the magic power was turned into words and engraved in the altar. These black magic spells were called "Dark God Book" by the mages of the earth.

In the past tens of millions of years, mages who have fallen into darkness occasionally entered the altar to transcribe black magic. These classics transcribed black magic are copies of the "Dark God Book".

Modu asked angrily: "How dare you do that? Wandago Mountain is the source of temptation and corruption, and it is a more terrifying existence than Domamu's bewitchment. One of the most important long-term tasks of Kama Taj is to track down from Wandago Mountain. The copy of the dark divine book scattered by the mountains, how dare you..."

"Okay, okay, Senior Brother Modu, I don't want to quarrel with you." Xiangqian waved his hand uninterestedly, "If you want to fight an enemy, you must first understand your enemy; in the same way, if you want to fight black magic , you must first understand black magic."

"Climbing Mount Wandago is beyond the necessary level of understanding black magic!"

Qiangqian asked helplessly: "So, you think I have become a black magician now? But I just participated in a battle to defend the earth."

Mo Du was so choked that he couldn't speak, and was almost angry.Of course he knew that this little junior was not a black magician, and he knew that the other party had been helping to defend the earth, but he just couldn't accept Xiangqian's frivolous and disapproving attitude.

Facing the huge threat of black magic and alien dimensions, shouldn't we be serious?

"For tens of thousands of years, there have been a lot of black magicians in Kama Taj, and almost every fallen person was originally caused by indifference to evil." Modu said word by word, "Every Kama Taj's mages are like standing on the edge of a cliff and staring into the abyss, and when you fall towards the abyss, it's too late to find a stepping stone."

"Then I can let Senior Brother Wang use his dart rope to pull me up." Xiang Qiang replied angrily, stood up and walked towards the street, getting rid of the possibly intensified quarrel.

Mo Du chased after him angrily. He wanted to say something more, but saw that Xiangqian had already greeted the pedestrians on the street, so he had to hold back his words.

"Good morning, we are agents of the Homeland Strategic Defense, Offensive and Logistics Support Agency." Qianqian took out a delicate ID card and shook it, "Can I spare you a little time, we are here to investigate what happened in the Explosions here. Someone reported to us that there was a terrorist attack here."

A group of middle-aged couples who were stopped were full of doubts: "I didn't mention this department. Do we have this department? Are you a policeman?"

"Not the police." On Qianqian's disguised face was a harmless smile, "We are an international anti-terrorism organization; we mainly provide anti-terrorism assistance to third world countries."

The middle-aged couple looked at the documents up and down. From the inside to the outside, they were extremely neat and exquisite, and they seemed to have some background.

"We have received reports that a strange terrorist attack with unknown intentions took place here two days ago, can you tell me about it?"

Smiling warmly forward, he fully demonstrated the cliché skills he learned from the Spear Bureau; his voice was neither too loud nor too soft, and was heard by everyone passing by just right.

Ever since, within a few minutes, various arguments began to fill his ears.

"The girl was a witch, and her mother must have been; they used gypsy witchcraft."

"You mean it was a girl who caused the explosion?"

"That's right, a girl named Wanda. I still remember when they first moved here, a couple, the Maximoffs, brought a pair of twin siblings."

"I also remember that it should have been in 92; the siblings were only four years old at that time."

"No, you remember correctly, they are from 93; I also know that their family escaped from Yugoslavia; of course, there is no Yugoslavia now."

"They lived in the old apartment down the street, and I used to be neighbors; I thought that family was a bit weird."

"But the apartment was bombed during the Civil War, and the couple were killed."

"Nonsense, they were not killed; the bomb that fell on their house did not explode. They were crushed to death by the collapsed house."

"Why the bomb didn't go off, haven't you ever wondered? It's because of witchcraft! That girl was taught witchcraft from a young age, from her mother, and she used those witchcraft to control the bomb."

"Then why did her mother die again? If she is also a witch."

"Don't you even know that? Witches always bring misfortune! The more powerful their witchcraft, the more miserable the end will be."

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Until the two "Agents of the Strategic Homeland Defense, Attack and Logistics Support Agency" quietly left, the crowd on the street was still chatting with each other, just like in the past few days, they would make comments on the bombing incident whenever they had the opportunity. opinion.

"Agent of the Homeland Strategic Defense, Attack and Logistics Support Agency?" Modu held a delicate black leather ID in his hand, and said in a strange tone, "Do people in all intelligence departments take lying as a habit—even if you are just a technical consultant?"

Xiangqian pretended not to hear the deep meaning of Mo Du's words, and replied nonchalantly: "Don't be so rigid, lies are just a means, not a goal. In fact, the strategic defense of the country... well, let's keep it simple;

In fact, S.H.I.E.L.D. agents don't have any public credentials at all.They usually use FBI and CIA IDs, depending on where they're operating - I'm just learning from them. "

Modu rolled his eyes and threw the certificate back.

Qianqian held the ID card and patted his palms, thoughtfully: "We have gained a lot. At least, we already know the identity of the perpetrator: Wanda Maximoff, from a Gypsy family. And, we I also know where their siblings live in the small town."

"But they've been away for two days."

"It doesn't matter. If you walk in such a hurry, you will always leave a lot of traces." Xiang Qiang said with certainty.

Less than 10 minutes later, Xiangqian's guess was fulfilled; he and Mordo found many clues in the home of the Maximov siblings, including a photo of the siblings.

"The whole apartment has been searched, and it doesn't look like the residence of a black arts believer;" Mordo looked around, "I didn't see anything related to the dark arts; rituals, objects, spells—nothing. For Isn't this place too clean for a person who studies black magic?"

"Indeed, it looks very clean." Qiangqian's tone was a bit erratic.

"Well, you think so too?" Modu looked up, suddenly at a loss, "What are you looking at? Did you hear what I said?"

"Of course, I heard it; it's clean!" Xiangqian didn't raise his head, his eyes still stayed on the photo of the siblings.

Modu leaned over to take a look, and saw a pair of young men and women in the photo. The man was in the corner of the photo, stretching his arms towards the camera, probably taking a selfie; The fair and pretty face is full of youthful beauty from the inside out.

Modu rolled his eyes and asked, "May I ask what you mean by 'clean'?"

"It's what you think it is."

"Is it the room I was talking about, or the girl in your eyes?"

"All of them! Can't you?" Xiangqian replied shamelessly, "You should look into her eyes, you can see everything in her eyes. I swear, it's hard to have another pair that has experienced so much bitterness like this. Still have such clean eyes."

"Clean? All I see in this girl's eyes is cynicism, sadness and disappointment. Need I remind you, those eyes belong to someone who uses black magic?"

Raising his eyes forward to look around, he shrugged at Modu again: "Did you find any trace of black magic in this room?"

"No trace of black magic does not mean that she is not a believer in black magic. Maybe she studied black magic in other places? Like a secret base or something." Modu said seriously, "Anyway, there is one fact that is certain: Wanda Maximoff destroyed a ten meter stretch of street with black magic and injured many people."

"Of course, I haven't forgotten that."

"Then put away your little playboy thoughts."

Xiangqian spread his hands innocently: "I can't say that I have any small thoughts; it's just that since this girl has been connected with black magic, she is destined to have a different life story from ordinary people. As Kama Taj, I The mage of her life is also destined to be a participant in her life story, not a listener to the story."

"I never thought that someone could describe the scumbag's lustful behavior so eloquently and profoundly."

"You have the time to complain, why don't you find out if there are any hairs they left behind, so that we can find people."

"I just looked for it, and there is nothing!" Mo Du said indifferently.

Frowning forward: "Nothing? How is it possible?"

"It's true that there's nothing." Modu didn't realize what was wrong, and complained, "everywhere is clean, even on the washstand."

"Two people who want to leave in a hurry, do you still have the time to clean up before leaving?" Qianqian felt a little uneasy in his heart, and then his eyes froze, and he turned his head to look at the door of the apartment.

Almost at the moment when he turned his head forward, the door handle of the door "clicked", and someone pushed the door from the outside and walked in.

An ordinary middle-aged man without the slightest magical fluctuations or supernatural power, in this apartment building where dragons and snakes are mixed and people are coming and going, managed to hide it from Qiangqian by taking advantage of the noisy sounds around him.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Agents." The middle-aged man said politely, "Let me introduce myself: Zemo, Helmut Zemo."