I have a good impression of Marvel

Hong Kong, a bustling street.

Some tourists and passers-by stood around in twos and threes, forming a vague circle.

In the center of the circle, stood a man with an Asian face.

Judging from the skillful performances of his hands and the trick of conjuring a rose out of thin air, he is a street magician.

However, judging from the several small bills placed in the flipped hat in front of him, it was obvious that he was not doing well.

This street performance has lasted for half an hour

There were still very few bills in the hat.

At this time, seeing another man leave with a disappointed face among the few spectators, the magician standing in the center became a little anxious.

He gritted his teeth and made a decision in his heart.

I saw him moving his hands up and down, and began to use slightly mysterious words to attract everyone's attention:

"My grandfather always said this, everyone has a secret."

"Some secrets are very beautiful; some secrets are very dark."

"He said that the only way to understand a person's essence is to penetrate his outer shell and look directly into his inner being."

Then, he took out a handkerchief from the inner layer of his coat and unfolded it, showing the surrounding audience that it was just an ordinary handkerchief.

Then, he picked up the handkerchief with his left hand and made a finger-snap gesture with his right hand.

At this moment, he noticed that everyone's eyes were focused on his hands. He couldn't help but smile and said pointedly:

"Or, just burn his outer shell."

As soon as he finished speaking, before the audience could react, the man snapped his fingers with his right hand.

With a "pop" sound, a flash of fire suddenly rose from the fingertips, and then turned into a small flame.

Seeing the beating flames on the man's fingertips, the surrounding audience immediately opened their eyes and exclaimed in surprise.

"Wow"

"Oh my God, how is this impossible?"

"incredible"

With the corners of his mouth raised, the magician standing in the center moved the flame on his fingertips to the bottom of the handkerchief.

"Now is the time to witness the miracle"

Under the surprised eyes of everyone, the small flame that seemed to have a soul instantly climbed onto the handkerchief and burned the entire handkerchief at a speed visible to the naked eye.

This scene made the audience shout out that it was magical.

There were several foreign tourists with bright eyes and muttering words such as "Oriental magic" and "witchcraft".

"clap clap"

Suddenly, there was applause.

Many viewers who witnessed the whole process donated generously.

Watching the banknotes in the hat gradually increase, the man who had just finished the performance also showed a relaxed smile.

However, at this time

A foreign young man put a hundred-dollar bill with Franklin's face on it into his hat.

This also surprised the man, and he immediately looked at the foreign young man with a look full of gratitude.

The other person just smiled back and turned to leave.

The audience dispersed one after another. The man who finished the performance picked up his hat, put the banknotes and change into his trouser pocket, then patted the brim of the hat, put it on his head, and left.

Ten minutes later, the man walked back to his apartment and was about to take out his keys and open the door. Suddenly, a magnetic male voice sounded in his ears:

"The magic trick just now was pretty good."

The man suddenly frowned and turned his head sharply.

But he found a figure leaning against the wall in the corridor, silently.

When the man saw the other person's appearance clearly, he was surprised to find that the other person was the foreign young man who had just generously rewarded him with a hundred dollars.

Thinking of this, the man slowly turned around, stared at the other person closely, and asked in a deep voice:

"You're following me"

Late at night, if a man follows you and comes to your apartment, no matter you are a man or a woman, you will feel uncomfortable.

However, the other party did not pay attention to the unkindness in the man's tone. Instead, he spread his hands and continued to speak in very pure Cantonese:

"Don't be so nervous, I just want to talk to you, Mr. Chen Haoran"

Cantonese

He actually knows my name

Is it

The man, Chen Haoran, seemed to have thought of something, and the word "Chuan" between his eyebrows became more prominent.

"Who are you? How do you know my name? What do you want to do?"

Looking at Chen Haoran with a vigilant face, the foreign young man left the wall, took out a black ID card from the inner layer of his coat, and waved it to the other person.

The conspicuous eagle logo on the certificate seems to be ready to spread its wings and fly high at any time.

"I am Agent Leon of SHIELD. The reason why I am here is to talk to you about your talent."

It wasn't until this moment, under the light of the corridor, that Chen Haoran could really see the other party's appearance:

He has short brown hair and a calm and approachable handsome face under his firm blue eyes.

This foreign young man came from Lyon from across the ocean.

Two days ago, Fury gave Leon a new task.

The mission is for him to go to Hong Kong, make contact with a newly discovered superpower, and cooperate with the local branch to put this superpower on the watch list.

This is why Lyon appears here.

Chen Haoran was obviously very confused when he heard Leon's words.

In his opinion, a stranger suddenly waited at his door, showed him a certificate that looked like a mysterious organization, and said he wanted to talk to him.

This situation is really weird

"What the hell, SHIELD, what talent? I don't know what you are talking about."

"If you don't stay away from me, I'm going to call the police."

Faced with Chen Haoran's fierce reaction, Leon was well prepared.

He spread his hands and looked harmless: "I don't mean any harm, I just want to talk."

"Trust me, if you would invite me in for a sit-down, I would explain everything to you."

Perhaps it was the sincerity on Leon's face; or perhaps it was the pure Cantonese that made Chen Haoran slowly let down his guard.

After thinking for a moment, the other party finally agreed to talk to Leon in the corridor.

As for getting into the apartment, that's unlikely

Leon didn't pay much attention. He stood in the corridor and told all the details of the other party like a machine:

"Chen Haoran, 28 years old, born in San Francisco, California, USA"

"A week ago, while performing on the street, in full view of everyone, I lit the torch instantly by snapping my fingers."

Having said this, Leon paused, looked at Chen Haoran whose expression changed greatly with interest, and asked, "Do you still need me to continue?"

"who are you"

"It doesn't matter who I am, what matters is that you caught our attention"