Marvel's Magic Master

Chapter 38 Selecting an Agent
On weekends, George spent most of his time practicing the new spells he had learned. Occasionally, he would find time to find Hagrid to learn some knowledge about magical animals and communicate mentally with the magical animals that Hagrid raised.

He didn't see Harry and Ron during this period, because they were said to be being punished for driving and crashing the Whomping Willow.

In the second week, he was still frantically trying to gain points while absorbing as much magical knowledge as possible and learning and practicing new magic.

As for Marvel, after more than ten days of investigation, they gradually got some clues.

That evening, George rode a modified motorcycle from the Mutant School in the suburbs to the Bronx near the city center.

When encountering a test on the way, he showed a fake certificate that he had bought at a high price to pass through.

During the past ten days of investigation, he not only got a general understanding of the situations of dozens of families, big and small, in the Bronx, but also paid a high price to a local fake ID maker to get him a fake identity.

Of course, this fake identity can only fool ordinary police officers. If you encounter the CIA, SHIELD and the National Bureau of Investigation, you will definitely not be able to fool them.

Not to mention using this identity to open an account, deposit the money into it, and then use it to buy Stark's shares.

Therefore, he had no intention of buying Stark's shares himself at the beginning. His body was a product of a laboratory and he had no identification at all. He couldn't get away with it by relying on a fake ID.

He needed to find an agent, but he couldn't just find anyone.

First of all, this person must have a certain status and position, otherwise helping him buy Stark’s shares may arouse suspicion and attract the attention of various organizations.

In fact, he felt that even if he robbed all the gangs in the Bronx and used all the cash to buy shares of Stark Group, it would be a drop in the bucket for such a huge company as Stark Group.

After all, what he could rob was just cash. At most, he could force the bosses to withdraw the liquid funds in their accounts, but it was impossible for him to take away all the assets of the gang.

Perhaps this amount of cash is an astronomical figure for the poorest and most chaotic Bronx, but for the Stark Group, it may not be as valuable as the artworks in Tony Stark's mansion.

The money of truly rich people is unimaginable to the poor.

A painting in Tony Stark's room may be worth hundreds of millions, but for him, hundreds of millions are actually enough for him to have a stable life with those mutant children.

He doesn't need to do anything big right now, and he doesn't need to go against any major organizations. He just needs a stable life to study magic and improve his strength.

If he wasn't worried about the Chitauri invasion in a few years, and if the Avengers failed to resist and the entire Earth fell, he wouldn't stay near New York.

Secondly, the agent must have ties to the Bronx and cannot leave. Otherwise, if he gives the other party so much money to manage and the other party simply runs away with the money, where would he find him?

People die for money and birds die for food. He doesn't believe that people will be loyal to him after just a few months of getting along. He doesn't have the domineering spirit.

Fortunately, these ten days were not wasted, and he has gradually come up with a goal that may be feasible.

I happened to go see a good show today, and if everything goes well, then the agent can be confirmed.

He parked the motorcycle, found an empty alley, wrapped his body in a black robe, put on the most common mask that could be bought on the roadside, and activated his abilities with all his strength.

His specially made soles with iron plates immediately supported him and slowly floated up above the alley.

After such a period of development, especially influenced by the wizard's blood, his control over magnetism has made considerable progress, and he can barely control objects weighing more than 100 kilograms.

It has already exceeded the laboratory base's initial assessment of his potential limits.

If he met X-24 now, he could play tricks on him with his abilities. He weighed over 24 pounds and could easily make X-, who was covered in adamantium, unable to walk steadily.

So when he exerted his full strength, he could barely make the special shoes inlaid with iron plates carry him flying. Of course, the speed was not as fast as walking, and he would be a sitting duck in a fight.

But it is still very useful in certain specific situations.

For example, now he can easily go up to the roof, move over the roof to avoid various surveillance and sights, and sneak into some tightly sealed venues very easily without being easily tracked.

On the rooftop of the seventh floor of the strip club controlled by the Chebel family, an old man in his seventies sat in a wheelchair, looking at the middle-aged man who was beaten to death in front of him, and said with some regret:

“Leon, you are really good, and I am really optimistic about you and have always treated you as my godson.

Unfortunately, you must die here today."

"Mr. Chebel, I really didn't betray you. I was wronged. I have always treated you like a father. How could I betray you? You have to believe me!"

The middle-aged man struggled to get up with blood all over his face, trying his best to prove his loyalty.

He was the child of a drug addict, and his mother left secretly when he was young because she couldn't stand this hopeless life.

When he was thirteen years old, he accidentally rescued Mr. Chebel who was being hunted by a hostile family. Since then, he was appreciated by Mr. Chebel and joined the Chebel family, living the life of his dreams.

Over the past thirty years, he has relied on his intelligence and dedicated himself to helping the Chebel family grow from a small family to one of the thirteen families in the Bronx today.

However, he was executed as the mastermind who wanted to seize the dominance of the Cherby family for just an assassination, which was really unwilling for him.

He has a beautiful and loving wife, many brothers who have been through thick and thin with him, and a lovely newborn daughter. He has dedicated most of his life to this family.

"I know you didn't betray me. The assassination was originally a play directed and performed by me. Otherwise, with your current status and reputation in the family, I really couldn't just execute you like this."

Chebel sighed with a complicated look in his eyes.

Hearing what Chebel said, Leon's eyes suddenly widened, and he murmured in disbelief:

"Why? Why are you doing this?"

"I have no choice. I'm old, and the doctor said that with my wounded body, I only have two years left to live.

But my son is only 20 years old and has just taken over the family affairs. His ability and reputation are still immature. "

Chebel coughed and looked at Lyon with some sadness in his eyes. It's not that he has no feelings for Lyon, but no matter how capable Lyon is or how mediocre his son is, he would never let Lyon replace his son.

"You are worried that I will replace you in the future, but you should understand my loyalty to you. I would never do such a thing!"

Leon sat down on the ground, as if all the strength in his body had been drained.

Chebel pushed his wheelchair forward and shook his head:

“Leon, I believe in your character, but I don’t believe in your men.

Sometimes you can’t just sit in my position if you don’t want to. Your subordinates will push you to sit in it.”

(End of this chapter)