Marvel's Strange Magician

Hope Hospital, Ward 302.

Watson, who re-dressed as Auston, opened the ward door and walked in.

Looking at Brooke who was seriously injured and unconscious on the hospital bed, his fists suddenly tightened.

After sending the guarding nurse out, Watson took out a bottle of life potion and poured it into Brooke's mouth.

A few minutes later, Brooke, whose injury had gradually improved, woke up from his deep sleep.

When he opened his eyes and saw Watson, he immediately spoke in warning:

"Mr. Alston, this is a trap!"

"I know, you can rest peacefully."

Watson chuckled and reassured Brooke.

As he spoke, a sharpened magic card suddenly appeared in his right hand, and then he swung it and shot it towards the curtain next to the window.

The slightly bulging curtains were suddenly stained with a touch of scarlet.

A man with a sinister face came out from behind the curtain.

On his arm was the magic card that Watson flew out, and the blood that kept flowing had already dyed his clothes red.

But he seemed not to notice, and walked up to Watson with only anger on his face.

"You were the one who blew Valery's head off?"

"Headshot? Are you from the Russian gang?"

Watson sneered and asked.

"You know who we are, how dare you be so arrogant?"

The man with a ferocious face approached Peanut. He shouted angrily while raising his voice.

Several strong men in black coats suddenly came outside the ward and blocked the door.

"If the boss hadn't wanted to talk to you, I would have ripped your head off right now!"

The man with a ferocious face snorted coldly, pointing at Brooke who was lying on the bed, and warned Huasheng:

"You'd better be sensible and follow us honestly, otherwise, I don't mind putting in more effort to turn you into this."

"Did you do it to Brooke?"

Watson's eyes suddenly narrowed.

"Tch! I haven't even used my fifth strength for such a weakling!"

The vicious man pulled out the magic card from his arm, with a look of pride and disdain on his face.

A sneer twitched at the corner of Watson's mouth. He turned his right hand again, and a sharpened magic card flew out quickly like a phantom. When the vicious man was just alert, it had already crossed his neck.

"Ho...ho..."

The vicious man desperately covered his scratched neck. It was struggling like a fish that landed on the shore.

"Lev!"

The strong men standing at the door suddenly had their eyes wide open and howled furiously.

The leading men even pulled out pistols from their clothes and prepared to shoot Watson.

Watson snorted in displeasure again, raised his hand and flew out several sharpened magic cards, taking away the lives of those people before they could pull the trigger.

“Go back and tell your boss, if you dare to mess with me again, I will destroy your entire Russian gang!

Remember to tell your boss exactly what you saw today. Don't let him make wrong judgments or develop an undue desire for revenge! "

Watson threatened coldly to the only gang member who did not have a gun.

Then, he opened the transmission channel and asked the only surviving gang member to transport all the bodies in the room to a remote place in Hell's Kitchen.

After the ward was cleared again, Brooke, who was no longer seriously injured, opened his mouth and asked Huasheng:

"Mr. Alston, aren't we being a little too pushy by doing this?"

"What? Do you think I can't handle these gang members?"

"No, it's just that this is a little different from your previous behavior."

Brooke lowered his head and answered calmly as always.

“Because now I have no worries.

What I have always been worried about has never been the sight and gaze of these gangsters. "

Watson glanced at Brooke, who was still unfazed by the situation, and felt a little better about him in his heart.

He took out two more magician matchboxes and a bottle of Golden Wing Honey and handed them to Brooke, saying:

"It was my mistake this time that put you in danger. I will give you this bottle of golden wing honey as compensation.

It can strengthen the body and increase your body's toughness and endurance. If you take it for a while, at least you will be able to deal with these ordinary gangsters on your own. "

"Mr. Alston is serious. This is what I should do. Besides, you have already spent a bottle of life potion on me."

Brooke shook her head and refused.

"Then you take it as my order. I need my men to be stronger."

Watson placed the things on the cabinet next to the bed. Brooke was silent for a moment, and then responded.

"Yes."

"Don't worry, this kind of thing won't happen again in the future."

Watson stood in front of the window, looking into the distance, and said to himself:

"It seems that if you want to establish a force that can exist safely, there are still a lot of things to do!"

……

Hell's Kitchen, Veles Rentals.

This place, which looks like a car rental company but is actually the headquarters of the Russian mafia, is currently shrouded in a solemn atmosphere.

"Are you telling the truth? That person can kill you all before you shoot? And he can also make people teleport?"

Inside the rental company, a man with a square face looked at the trembling little brother in front of him, frowned and asked again.

"Yes, that's right! What I said is not exaggerated in the slightest. He, he, he... he is definitely not an ordinary human being!

Boss, even Lev has no power to fight back in front of him, we...we may really not be able to defeat him..."

"Shut up! Useless trash! Don't let other people's ambitions grow and destroy your own prestige! There is no one who is invincible in this world!"

Another long-faced Russian yelled at the younger brother angrily. He wanted to go up and kick the younger brother to wake him up, but thinking that there were so many Russians here hugging each other for warmth, he held back himself. Actions.

"Anatole, don't be so angry at one of your own. If that person didn't have the magical abilities that Hoch mentioned, how could Lev and his corpses be brought back calmly by Hoch alone?"

The square-faced man comforted his younger brother, but at this moment, a gentle-looking young man wearing glasses suddenly walked into his field of vision.

"Wesley..."

After seeing the person coming, the face of the square-faced man became even more tense. It seemed that he did not want to hide his displeasure and disgust towards this young man named Wesley.

"Where is the guest I want?"

After Wesley looked around, he asked the square-faced man.

"There was an accident. The other party was not only a wealthy old man, but also a strong man with excellent skills."

The square-faced man looked a little disgusted. He pointed to a dark corner in the back and said displeasedly:

"I have lost 6 brothers, including one of my top fighters. We can't defeat him with such a lineup. You should find someone else to do this."

Wesley looked at the square-faced man quietly for a moment, then snorted inaudibly and said:

"Vladimir, don't you claim that you Russians are the most brave and fearless? Why did you choose to give up after only one failure?

This is the first thing we have entrusted to you after you and my employer formed an alliance. If you can't even do this well, what do you think you are worth? Is it worth the money we spend to block the eyes of the police station? And ears? "

"Wesley, we have an equal partnership with him. Why are you, a running dog, barking here?"

Vladimir's face suddenly turned cold, and he shouted angrily at Wesley in a stern tone.

His brother Anatole also took a step forward, walked to his side and glared at Wesley.

A hint of impatience flashed across Wesley's smiling face, but his tone was still as calm as before:

"Vladimir, let me remind you first, what we are talking about is business.

Today you are emotionally agitated and it is normal for you to make wrong decisions. I will leave first and wait until you calm down. I will come back to listen to your decision. "

After saying that, Wesley didn't wait for anyone to react, turned around and strode away from here.