The Witcher: The Journey to Transcendence from Marvel.

Chapter 21: The Mantis Catches the Cicada, Waiting for the Yellow Bird Behind (×)
The sun slowly rises, and its soft light is like a soft gauze, falling little by little on the vast earth.

The Ghost Rider, illuminated by the warm sunlight, also lost his powerful abilities, and his form changed from a terrifying skull back to a normal human form.

Carter slowly adjusted the distinctive cowboy hat on his head, and then gently stroked his beloved horse lovingly.

Johnny was riding on a motorcycle, his eyes full of confusion. He looked around at a loss. Then his eyes rolled back and he fainted as if he had lost support.

"What's wrong with him?" Weiss asked confusedly.

Carter shrugged lightly and said calmly: "Don't worry, newbies are often like this."

After saying this, he calmly pulled out a cigar from his pocket, lit it with his lighter, took a deep breath, and asked, "Who is the Supreme Mage? Why is the Witch Heart Demon so afraid of her?"

At this moment, the roar of car engines suddenly sounded, and five cars came rushing over, stirring up a cloud of dust.

Immediately afterwards, a group of well-armed and well-equipped men quickly got out of the car and surrounded Weiss and the other two tightly.

However, these people pointed their guns downwards and did not show any intention to attack for the time being.

Coulson, whose hair was a little thinning, walked quickly to Weiss and respectfully handed him a business card.

"Mr. Erwin, we are the homeland"

Weiss interrupted Coulson rudely: "I remember you, you participated in the auction."

"I'm glad you remembered me." Coulson maintained a kind smile. "We really don't mean any harm. We simply want to ask some questions."

"No ill intentions?" Weiss raised his eyebrows and looked sharply at the agents surrounding him. "Do you think I'll believe that?"

"After all, I'm just an ordinary person. It's inevitable that I'll feel insecure when facing 'special people' like you who possess special abilities," Coulson said in an attempt to reassure me. "Please rest assured, they won't do anything excessive."

"Really?" Weiss gave a sarcastic smile that made people shudder.

The next second, something unexpected happened. Half of the agents suddenly raised their guns, quickly opened the safety, and aimed at their companions without hesitation.

This sudden change frightened the agents present so much that they stood there like wooden chickens, not daring to move at all.

"Oh~~Oh, easy~~Everyone stay calm!"

Coulson panicked and quickly raised his hands, trying to show that he posed no threat.

"Mr. Irwin, please calm down. There must be some misunderstanding between us." The smile on Coulson's face became a little stiff and he looked very embarrassed.

"Misunderstanding? I don't think so." Weiss wiggled his fingers gently and said in a cold tone, "You first participated in the auction a year ago. Which means that at least since then, you have been secretly targeting me."

Weiss pressed his swollen temple and continued, "You must have followed me all the way here from New York. You must have been hiding in a corner and secretly watching the fierce battle yesterday."

"What? You thought I was exhausted from the battle and wanted to take advantage of me?"

Coulson's back was instantly soaked with sweat, and his clothes stuck tightly to his back.

Every word Wes said was accurate. According to Nick Fury's instructions, they did intend to take advantage of Wes's weakness after the battle to control him and then ask him about the secrets of magic.

But I never expected that Weiss still had some energy left.

"It seems I guessed it right."

A strong murderous intent suddenly appeared in Weiss's eyes, and the atmosphere became extremely tense.

Just when he was about to take action, a rapid ringing sound suddenly rang.

Coulson quickly pointed to his pocket and said cautiously: "This is our director's call. I hope you can answer it." Wes took out his cell phone without hesitation and turned on the speakerphone.

"Hello, Mr. Magician, it seems my subordinates have had quite a conflict with you. I am deeply sorry for this."

Nick Fury's voice came clearly from the phone.

"Well... hum, what do you want to say." Wes had a blank expression on his face. He reached out and quickly pulled off a button from Coulson's clothes. He saw that there was an extremely tiny camera on it.

"I seem to have underestimated the power of technology. You must have put in a lot of effort to discover my identity."

"Mr. Erwin, please understand us as an organization dedicated to protecting people around the world."

As soon as Nick Fury opened his mouth, he began to talk about some profound truths.

Alvin was stunned listening to this, and secretly sighed in his heart that it turned out that officials, whether in the East or the West, always spoke in clichés one after another.

"Okay, stop talking nonsense. Time is running out and I don't have time to listen to you rambling on."

Nick Fury frowned in dissatisfaction. Since he became the director, no one has ever dared to speak to him like this.

But now his subordinates are still in Weiss's hands, so he can only swallow his anger.

"I can let these of your men go."

"What conditions?"

"How much power does your organization have?"

Nick Fury said with great pride: "In America, there is nothing we can't do."

Weiss was too lazy to expose Nick Fury's big talk, and just said lightly:
"Listen, if you want your men to be safe, prepare large excavators and bulldozers for me. Transport them all to the designated location before sunset today."

Nick Fury secretly breathed a sigh of relief when he heard Wes's request.

"this is very simple."

"Remember, don't mess with me unless you want hell to come."

"Hell is coming? What do you mean?"

Before Nick Fury could finish his words, Wes hung up the phone ruthlessly.

This action made him furious in the office, yelling "motherfuxxer!"

Wes casually tossed the phone to Coulson.

"Mr. Erwin, can I remove your magic?"

"No." Weiss refused coldly, his tone leaving no room for negotiation.

When Coulson wanted to say something else, Carter reached out and pressed his shoulder.

Coulson looked at the cowboy with confusion on his face.

Carter said earnestly: "Stop talking, this wizard is not in a good mood, don't make things worse."

After hearing this, Coulson could only smile bitterly.

(End of this chapter)