Marvel: A Bastard Legacy Weaver

"Boss, you've been drawing circles for the whole morning. Are you performing some kind of ritual?"

Big Bad Wolf was very confused. The boss's behavior in front of him became a little strange inexplicably.

No matter how you look at it, it looks a bit like a shaman dance on the green grassland.

When John heard Wolf's question, he stared at the "Kama-Taj Portal Advanced Guide" in his hand in frustration.

There should be no problem with the magic book that Ancient One gave him, but the problem is: he just can't learn how to use the portal.

He doesn't understand.

Why is the most basic spell portal in Kamar-Taj so damn difficult? No wonder Ancient One said that he had no talent for learning magic.

"This shouldn't be the case. I'm someone who was chosen by the system, so how could I be a loser?"

According to common sense, aren't the hosts chosen by the system all chosen ones? The talents of the chosen ones shouldn't be too bad.

"I just don't believe it."

John. He stretched out one hand, and with the other hand he drew circles in front of him mechanically and stiffly.

Circle, circle, and circle again.

For the whole afternoon, Big Bad Wolf sat on the sofa with his legs crossed, a cigar in his mouth, and next to him sat a mechanical dog and a mechanical bird.

The three guys stared at their boss for the whole afternoon, and Big Bad Wolf stared at him for the whole day.

Mechanical bird: "Master, are you exercising?"

Robot Dog: "I think the master is practicing some kind of martial arts."

Gray Wolf: "Do you think there is a possibility that the boss is summoning something?"

"Makes sense" x2.

After all, they were summoned suddenly, and it was a forced summoning that they couldn't even resist.

As expected, he is a great master. It must be because he hasn't summoned anything new recently and he feels unfamiliar with it, so he practices so diligently.

As night fell, John lay decadently on the sofa.

He practiced drawing circles for the whole day, but couldn't even draw a spark. It was too damn difficult.

"You are a nene nene nene nene nene."

A mechanical ringtone sounded, John quickly picked up the phone, and heard little Peter's crying on the other end of the line.

"Uncle John, Aunt Mei and Sister Skye are injured, please come quickly, come quickly..."

The basement shook suddenly, and John's aura was like a volcano about to erupt.

"Soundwave, go to the sky, hurry~drift away."

The drift car roared out from the underground garage and directly smashed the garage door. After John got in the car, the speed instantly soared to the limit.

The sound waves rushed into outer space at a rapid speed.

From the second he heard the news, John's body kept shaking. He was very scared, afraid that he would lose May and Daisy.

His sanity gradually disappeared, and John hated himself so much that he couldn't learn how to use the portal and why he was so careless and let the sound wave stay in the garage.

"Hurry up, Drift. I should...I should let Soundwave take me there."

John was confused and began to blame himself.

If the sound waves are still floating over the earth to monitor it, even if Xiao Mi Luan is asked to monitor the area near the barbecue restaurant, at least he can be alert.

The journey that would have taken thirty minutes by car only took seven minutes.

But for John, these were the longest seven minutes of his life.

When John saw the crowd gathered in front of the barbecue restaurant, his head suddenly buzzed and he felt cold all over.

The out-of-control shock waves even caused cracks on the street ground.

Fear and regret lingered in his heart, and he didn't know how he ran into the store. He only regained some consciousness when he saw that May and Daisy were still alive.

Daisy, with tears on her face, rushed into his arms. Feeling the warmth of the person in his arms, John woke up completely.

"Don't worry, sir. The two ladies only suffered minor injuries."

Looking in the direction of the voice, John. had never thought that police uniform was so lovely as it was now.

"I'm New York City Police Commissioner George Stacy, and there are some things I need your cooperation to record."

A moment later, John, who knew what had happened, was still in shock.

Not long ago, several furtive figures came into the store.

I happened to meet Police Chief George who came for dinner with his colleagues.

Because of this, an exchange of fire occurred in the store, resulting in the death of one customer and injuries to several others.

May and Daisy had their arms scratched by broken glass.

Fortunately, there were several policemen around at the time. John shook George's hand and said with sincere gratitude: "Thank you, thank you."

"It's my duty, sir. Have you ever had any grudges with anyone recently..."

The questioning was recorded for about half an hour.

The ambulance arrived belatedly and took the injured guests to the hospital for treatment. John waved his hand and took responsibility for all the guests' medical expenses and compensation.

He gave his employees another half-year paid vacation as he decided not to continue running the barbecue restaurant.

At least it cannot continue operating until this crisis is resolved.

Looking at May with her arm bandaged beside him, John forcefully took her and little Peter to their new home.

"Sister Mei, there are many rooms at home. You and Peter can live here first. I don't want to lose you."

After hearing such explicit words, Mei looked at him with resentment. Fortunately, Peter was wandering around the living room at the moment.

After calming the two women, John. directly contacted the sound waves floating above the earth.

"Soundwave, have you investigated the origins of those people?"

"Master, the four people who took action are from the AIM company's security department."

After learning the truth, John gave some instructions to Drift and the mechanical pets at home.

After instructing them to guard the house, he rushed towards AIM under the cover of night.

He now had only one thought, to kill them all.

...

New York Police Department, Commissioner George Stacy is checking suspicious persons in surveillance footage one by one.

The guys who exchanged fire with them at the barbecue restaurant didn't look like your average gangster.

Finally, by comparing the surveillance footage with the police station's internal system, George discovered that the gunmen were actually retired soldiers.

"It seems that this matter is not simple."

The gunman's target should not be the owner of the barbecue restaurant.

But how could a little girl offend this group of people?

Just as George was lost in thought, a loud voice of surprise suddenly came.

"Director, that boss today was really generous. He just donated 10 million US dollars to our bureau. Is the barbecue restaurant so profitable now? It makes me want to change jobs."

Hearing this, George immediately laughed and cursed.

"That car of his is worth millions. I guess the barbecue restaurant is just a hobby for him."

The reason why he donated 10 million,

George guessed that the little girl was probably very important to John, even very important.

George, who also has a precious daughter, suddenly finds John very pleasing to the eye for some reason. He is handsome and has good character.

America, who is money-oriented,

John's behavior at the barbecue restaurant was very inconsistent with the characteristics of a social capitalist.

Unpaid leave for employees, providing medical expenses and mental compensation for all guests, and donating 10 million to the police department.

She doesn't look like an American at all.

In addition, the sudden cracks that appeared on the street surface were very unusual and looked like the effects of an earthquake.

The strange thing is that there has been no earthquake in New York recently.

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