Marvel Magic Case Files

Chapter 302 Related Personnel (First Update)

"You'd better not move, this is to save your life." Anna glanced in the rearview mirror; her brother Damon was struggling in the back seat, with Sister Gabriel Rossetti beside him. When she tried to untie the straps binding Damon's hands, Anna gave her a warning and tied her up herself.

"To prevent you fools from influencing him again, I'm taking him away from here," Anna said with a cold laugh, looking at Dr. Hastings's office at St. Teresa's Mental Hospital. That office was now on fire, and if it weren't for the nun's pleas, Anna wouldn't have even dragged Dr. Hastings out. Now, the security personnel had been awakened by the smoke, the fire was quickly brought under control, and it was time for them to leave.

"I'll send him to San Francisco, and then I'll send you back to the Vatican. Salomon, you should be able to do that, right?"

"Of course," the sorcerer shrugged. He didn't intend to interfere in the complicated family relationship between the Hellstorm siblings, but that didn't mean he wouldn't choose a development that suited him, especially given Anna's growing demonic instincts, which pleased the sorcerer greatly. However, both Anna and Salomon ignored Sister Rossetti's accusations and resistance. Finally, at Anna's suggestion, Salomon cast a spell to make Damon and the sister sleep peacefully in the back seat.

"And then, what happened?" Anna asked, starting the car from the driver's seat. "I don't mind hearing your story on the road. In fact, I'm quite interested in what you've been through."

"It's the same old story: ordinary people are always amazed by magic, and then they yearn for it. This is thanks to Harry Potter; magic is no longer an object of the Church's stigma, and it has an unparalleled attraction for anyone who doesn't possess it. Like the spinning wheel and Aurora, Disney and all-ages animation!"

"That's a terrible analogy," Anna couldn't help but laugh. "What did you experience there?"

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"I would be very happy if all contracts could attract the people involved as much as a spinning wheel needle attracts a princess."

"I must say, that's a terrible analogy, Mr. Damonette." Harold Finch felt that anything involving wizards, or rather, Salomon Damonette, was bound to end badly. Last time, when Salomon and Mr. Reese went to the bar to teach drug dealers a lesson, some of the people involved ended up with permanent disabilities, and he felt that such a thing couldn't happen here—breaking a senator's leg was anything but funny.

"You should know that everyone has to sign a contract."

"Government officials have not yet witnessed your... capabilities. Therefore, we will handle this matter. Please refrain from using force against Congressman Garrison. Mr. Risser, please keep an eye on Mr. Damonette. This matter should not end with any casualties."

"I can't look after two people, Finch," Mr. Reese protested helplessly, his other hand still gripping the woman.

"I'm sorry, but I know nothing about you, sir." Congressman Garrison sized up the sorcerer. "I have no information about you whatsoever. Who are you?"

"See that, Mr. Finch? My presence is always accompanied by questions, and there are always people who want to pursue truths that don't belong to them." Salomon took out a homemade wand. "What's even more outrageous is that some people think they can fight magic with bullets. I suggest your men put down their guns, obediently sign this contract, and then our business will be over. I won't interfere in anything you do."

"What are you talking about?"

"That's what I was talking about." Salomon walked past Samun Shaw with an air of nonchalance and took the gun from her former mentor's hand. During this process, Hersh's eyes remained fixed, as if they were imprisoned. The senator was clearly caught off guard; he had no idea what was happening.

"Now, it's your turn, sir." Salomon raised his pistol. "My patience is wearing thin."

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"So, did they sign a contract?" Anna pressed the accelerator slightly harder, and the car sped along the slippery suburban road. Salomon wasn't much of a storyteller, but he was good enough to pass the time. Anna didn't ask for much; all she wanted was a story that would temporarily distract her from the messy events at St. Teresa's Asylum.

"Of course, of course, no one can stop me from issuing contracts. To be honest, I've become increasingly craving the pleasure of this activity since I came in. Perhaps this is what they call business? Then I must be a business genius!"

"Believe me, these are not the same thing at all."

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"Did you hear that? Someone's belittling my business acumen!" Salomon complained to the female agent sitting across the table, holding a cup of tea. "I think business is related to intelligence, maybe with a bit of force and crime, a good understanding of the law, and the right amount of bribery. But anyway, I think I'm extremely talented in this area. I could even make a fortune in the stock market without worrying about the SEC."

"Then I should thank you for not having any plans to go into business yet, Salomon, otherwise the mess you've made would be hard to clean up." Natasha Romanov sighed. She had listened to Salomon's rambling for a long time, but she just couldn't get to the point. "You asked me out just to talk about this?" She was dressed in very ordinary office attire, her eyes half-closed, looking like she might doze off at any moment. "I'm on a mission right now! Only you can make me put the mission aside, sweetheart. If you don't mind, just tell me what you want to say, I'm planning to take a nap—or maybe you'd like to come along, and we can continue our date after I wake up? Anywhere is fine, even if we don't get out of bed."

"Artificial intelligence, Natasha." Salomon was highly immune to such talk; Athena and Bayonetta had trained him to be impeccable, and words alone couldn't hook him. However, considering their past shared ordeal, Salomon cut to the chase. "You have Level 10 clearance. I need to know if S.H.I.E.L.D. knows about this, about the true controller of that intelligence organization called 'Polaris'."

"My goodness, when did you start caring about the world of ordinary people?" Natasha said with a laugh. "Did you just crawl out of a rabbit hole, darling? In my memory, you've never been interested in things like the internet, governments, or intelligence organizations. Why are you suddenly asking about this?"

"Because someone with a genius as good as Stark created an artificial intelligence, Natasha. It's monitoring us all the time because it's attached to the internet. I'm not talking about that piece of junk called 'Prism Project,' I'm talking about real artificial intelligence that can monitor all data."

"I'm sorry, I didn't know about this." Natasha looked directly into the sorcerer's eyes. "You're the only person in the world who can tell if I'm lying, so I won't lie to you, Salomon. Why don't you ask Nick Fury? I'm sure he'll tell you the truth."

"The problem now is that, apart from the AI ​​itself, nobody knows where it is. It's free." Salomon sighed. "Nick Fury won't tell me the truth. Besides, I think he'd rather shoot me right now because I made him wear rabbit ears to the Tsaga hearing."

"I'll tell the director about the trouble we're going to get. Before that, why don't you spend some quality sleep with me first?"

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