I Have A Good Opinion In Marvel

Hong Kong, a bustling street.

Some tourists and passers-by stood around in twos and threes, forming a vague circle.

In the center of the circle, there is a man with an Asian face.

Judging from the skillful performance of his hands and the trick to conjure a rose out of thin air, this is a street magician.

However, judging from the fact that there are several small bills in the hat turned over in front of him, it is obvious that he is not well mixed up.

This street performance has lasted for half an hour...

The banknotes in the hat are still pitiful.

At this moment, among the few spectators onlookers, another man left with disappointment. The magician standing in the center was a little anxious.

He gritted his teeth and made a decision in his heart.

I saw him move his hands up and down, and began to use slightly mysterious words to attract everyone's attention:

"My grandfather often said that, everyone has a secret."

"Some secrets are very beautiful; some secrets are very dark..."

"He said that the only way to understand a person's essence is to penetrate his outer shell and look directly at his inner part!"

Afterwards, he took out a handkerchief from the inner layer of the jacket and unfolded it to show the surrounding audience that it was just an extremely ordinary handkerchief.

Afterwards, he picked up the handkerchief with his left hand, and made a finger snapping gesture with his right hand.

At this moment, he noticed that everyone's eyes were focused on his own hands, he couldn't help but smile, and said pointly:

"Or, burn his shell directly!"

As soon as the voice fell, before the audience could react, the man snapped his fingers with his right hand!

With a "pop", a shining flame suddenly rose from the fingertips, and then turned into a small flame!

Seeing the beating flames on the man's fingertips, the surrounding audience opened their eyes wide, and Roar was shocked.

"Wow!"

"My God! How can this be impossible!"

"incredible…"

…

With the corners of his mouth raised, the magician standing in the center moved the flame on his fingertips to under the handkerchief.

"Now is the time to witness the miracle!"

Under the surprised eyes of everyone, the small flame that seemed to have a soul instantly climbed onto the handkerchief and burned the entire handkerchief at a speed visible to the naked eye!

This scene made Roar magical for the audience present.

There are a few foreign tourists with bright eyes and chanting words such as "Eastern Method" and "Witchcraft" in their mouths.

"Fuck!"

All of a sudden, applause broke out.

Many viewers who witnessed the whole process gave generously.

Seeing that the bills in the hat gradually increased, the man who had just finished his performance also showed a relaxed smile.

However, at this moment!

A foreign young man put a hundred-yuan bill with Franklin's portrait in his hat.

This also made the man very surprised, and immediately looked at the foreign young man with his eyes filled with gratitude.

The other party just smiled back and turned away.

The audience dispersed. The man who finished the performance picked up his hat, put the banknotes and change in his trouser pocket, then patted the brim of the hat, put it on his head, and left...

Ten minutes later, the man who walked back to his apartment was about to take out the key. When he opened the door, suddenly, a magnetic male voice sounded in his ear:

"The magic just now was pretty good!"

The man frowned suddenly and turned his head to take a look.

But I found a figure, leaning against the wall in the corridor, silently.

When the man saw the other party's appearance, he was surprised to find that the other party turned out to be a foreign youth who had just generously donated one hundred dollars to him!

Thinking of this, the man slowly turned around, stared at each other closely, and asked in a deep voice:

"You follow me?"

At night, a man walked behind him and came to his apartment. Whether it was a man or a woman, he would feel uncomfortable.

However, the other party did not care about the bad tone of the man's tone, but spread his hands and continued to speak in very pure Cantonese:

"Don't be so nervous, I just want to talk to you, Mr. Chen Haoran..."

Cantonese? !

He even knew my name!

Could it be...

The man, Chen Haoran, seemed to have thought of something, and the word "Chuan" between his brows became more conspicuous.

"Who are you?! How do you know my name? What do you want to do?"

Looking at Chen Haoran with a vigilant face, the foreign youth left the wall, took out a black certificate from the inner layer of his coat, and raised it to the other party.

On the certificate, the conspicuous eagle logo, as if ready to spread its wings at any time...

"I am the Lyon agent of S.H.I.E.L.D. The reason why I am here is to talk to you about your ability!"

Until this moment, under the lighting of the corridor, Chen Haoran could really see the other side's appearance:

With short brown hair and firm blue eyes, there is a handsome face that is calm and close.

This foreign young man is from Lyon from across the ocean!

Two days ago, Fury handed Lyon a new task.

The task is to let him go to Hong Kong, contact a newly discovered super-Ability person, and cooperate with the local branch to include this super-Ability person on the watch list.

This is why Lyon is here.

Hearing Leon's words, Chen Haoran was obviously very confused.

In his opinion, a stranger suddenly waited at his door and showed him a document that looked like a mysterious organization, and said that he wanted to talk to him.

This situation is really weird...

"What the hell? What S.H.I.E.L.D, what ability, I don't know what you are talking about..."

"If you stay a little further away, I will call the police!"

Facing Chen Haoran's fierce reaction, Leon was prepared.

He spread his hands and made a harmless appearance: "I have no malice, I just want to talk."

"Trust me, if you are willing to invite me in and sit down, I will explain everything to you..."

Perhaps it was the sincerity on Leon's face; or perhaps it was the pure Cantonese that made Chen Haoran's wariness slowly let go.

After thinking for a while, the other party finally agreed to talk to Leon in the hallway.

As for entering the apartment, it is unlikely...

Leon didn't care too much. Standing in the hallway, like a machine, he explained all the details of the other party:

"Chen Haoran, 28 years old this year, was born in San Francisco, California..."

"A week ago, when performing on the street, in full view, the torch was lit instantly by snapping fingers..."

Having said this, Leon paused, looked at Chen Haoran whose expression had changed with great interest, and asked, "Do I still need to continue talking?"

"who are you?!"

"It doesn't matter who I am, the important thing is that you caught our attention!"

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