Marvel Magic Case Files

Chapter 735 A Gasp of Cold Air (First Update)

Salomon wasn't going to waste any more time with the 66th Iron Fist.

Daniel Rand's cultivation was so poor that there was no need for any interaction. According to Daniel Rand himself, he had been cultivating in Kunlun since childhood, and his understanding of the internal cultivation method of Zuo Xian Tai Xu Zhenren was barely at the beginner level. This was only under the forced instruction of his teacher, and his level was even lower than that of any novice apprentice of a secret arts master. Perhaps due to cultural barriers, Daniel Rand simply did not understand how powerful the so-called health preservation techniques, namely the methods of cultivating longevity and immortality in the *Taishang Huangting Neijing Yujing*, were. He only thought that his martial arts skills were very impressive.

Faced with Salomon's skepticism, Daniel Rand stated that the young man had no idea of ​​Iron Fist's power. He would then have to pay for the wall in the rented apartment that Salomon had smashed through; after all, Salomon hadn't intended to spend money when he threw that punch, it was just to keep Daniel Rand from bothering him. Compared to his increasingly impatient demeanor, he had already shown considerable mercy, otherwise he would have shown the current Iron Fist what the so-called "Palm Grenade" really was.

Over the next two days, the sorority's sodomy ruthlessly slaughtered any gangs in Hell's Kitchen that refused Salomon's terms. Salomon wanted to ensure that every penny he paid went into the residents' pockets and wasn't taken away through loan sharking, gambling, extortion, or other means.

Previously, the sorority's raids on Manhattan gangs were confined to the affluent area where the Witch's Apartment was located, and only used explosives and chainsaws, without causing much of a stir. However, this time Salomon was in a hurry to carry out the project, so the Hell's Kitchen gangs experienced firsthand what a regular army-level heavy firepower team was like. The 40mm grenade machine gun barrage alone was a force those drug dealers and human traffickers had never seen before. Even the police only belatedly called the National Guard half an hour after confirming a ceasefire. However, even the National Guard had no intention of entering Clinton, since the heavy artillery roar from Hell's Kitchen could be heard throughout Manhattan, and their armored vehicles and mine-resistant vehicles certainly couldn't solve the problem, and it wasn't time for the Air National Guard to be deployed yet.

They contacted the Avengers, and Tony Stark was the first to arrive at the scene.

This was the perfect opportunity for individual combat armor to shine, which is why Stark went straight to the scene before the Lennon fighters could take off. Since the Sokovia incident, Tony Stark has been desperately trying to improve the Avengers' public image. He knows the public votes with their feet, and if enough negative publicity surrounds the Avengers, Congress will have a pretext to take action against them. He's been trying to prevent that future from happening; he doesn't want the Avengers to be broken up. Although his differences with Steve Rogers are widening, they share a consensus on this matter.

Salomon bribed the state government with money, using legitimate reasons to delay the police reporting process. By the time Tony Stark arrived at Hell's Kitchen, the Sorority had already evacuated the scene via assault transport boats. However, the shell craters from the bomb guns couldn't be hidden from Stark; he already had data on bomb guns in his database, and the AI ​​Friday had marked all the craters and simulated the scene before the attack.

"Five people, armed with self-propelled firearms, grenade launchers, and plasma weapons; the temperature could reach stellar levels. No one could survive such an attack. I think the autopsy results will point to a gang based here. Searching nearby communications... Victims' identities confirmed."

"Tsk!" Stark clicked his tongue, pacing back and forth among the ruins. He had no idea what Salomon's men were doing in Hell's Kitchen, after all, it had absolutely nothing to do with magic. He dared not remove his helmet, lest he inhale the pervasive stench of burning corpses; the thought of those charred bodies made him nauseous. "Friday, can you contact our magic boy?"

“I find it very difficult, sir,” he said in a gentle voice on Friday. “Salomon Damonette’s communication coordinates have always been in central London, which is a fake coordinate. Any call is forwarded to voicemail and then answered by another number. I also cannot track him through his social media accounts because those accounts have been inactive for years.”

"I can't believe I haven't followed him on Facebook," Stark muttered. "Can you figure out why he did?"

"I'm investigating, sir." Friday's mood wasn't as lively as Jarvis's before, but her information processing skills were absolutely professional. Especially after Stark's research on Ultron, he had gained even more insights into artificial intelligence development. "This gang was helping a real estate company acquire an apartment building, but the acquisition plan recently stalled. I'm searching, sir..."

"Friday?"

"Sir, I've encountered... an... intrusion..." Friday's voice was intermittent; Stark could even hear the static in his headset. Then, Friday's voice vanished, as if she'd rolled around in the network world, causing the helmet's monitor to flicker wildly. The Friday subroutine in the armor had gone offline; someone had interfered with the nearby signal, disconnecting him from Stark Industries' Friday. Just as Stark was about to remove his helmet, a synthesized mechanical voice replaced Friday's.

"You shouldn't have come here, Stark."

"Who are you?" Stark's expression turned quite grim. "What do you want?"

"I'm just an automated response program." The voice suddenly became somewhat anxious until it identified itself. Stark heard the synthesized voice continue, as if relieved, "Do what I'm supposed to do: keep the supernatural out of ordinary people's lives. You shouldn't be interfering."

"Salomon? I know it's you. Listen, even if these people are involved in the magical incident, you shouldn't use such brutal methods. This is the city; you should tone it down! Do you want to be wanted?"

The response from the synthesized mechanical voice was quite harsh.

"Perhaps when you call yourself a superhero, you should do what superheroes do, like dealing with gangs that bother ordinary people, or catching unscrupulous businessmen. That's what you should be doing, not flying around the city every day, attracting people's attention. Do you know how many car accidents this causes?"

Stark tasted a familiar flavor.

"You're definitely the magic boy. Who else is so keen on mocking others besides him?" he yelled. He wanted to stall for time so Friday could resolve the issue, get back online, and locate the source of the voice. "Give me some material to get by, Salomon, something unrelated to magical threats. Otherwise, how am I supposed to tell ordinary people what these guys did to cause this gang fight?"

"I'm just an auto-responder... cough cough, I found it. Sending it now, you'll be satisfied."

"Using a voice changer is not the way to solve the problem."

"I'm really just an automated response program, except my intelligence happens to be a bit higher than your Friday's. She's a real beauty; look at her algorithm, look at her neural network—how could there possibly be a more beautiful girl in the world?"

Stark suddenly thought of a terrible possibility that gave him a headache.

"Are you Ultron?"

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(End of this chapter)