Clow Card Magician in Marvel

Turning his attention back to the Osborne Manor, Norman, Harry and Peter stood on the lawn of the manor, watching the servants clean up the mess left behind when Gwen and the Lizardmen fought just now.

Sorry Peter. Norman looked at Peter with a slight apology on his face: I originally invited you to my house so that you and Harry could have a good rest and relax. I didn't expect that something like this would happen.

It's okay, Mr. Norman. Peter looked at Norman's apologetic look and waved his hands in embarrassment: Harry and I are both friends. Of course I will not stand by and watch something like this happen.

Harry is lucky to have a friend like you. Norman patted Peter on the shoulder, looked at a small part of the villa that was damaged due to Professor Connors' attack, and turned to look at Peter's side. Harry: Harry, it seems that you can only go to the guest room to rest these days.

Harry smacked his lips and said with some regret: No way, who made us unlucky enough to encounter this kind of thing. Before, I wanted Peter to stay at home tonight, but now it seems there is no chance.

It's okay Harry, I originally planned to take over Aunt May's place and go to the hospital to take care of Uncle Ben tonight. Peter whispered to Harry.

Sir. Just as Norman was watching the two little guys whispering, Butler Warren walked quickly in front of him, pointed to Norman in a low voice and pointed to a figure standing not far away: The Federation People from the Bureau of Investigation are here.”

FBI? Norman frowned tightly: Why are they here?

It was the servants who were weeding the manor just now. They saw the lizard man, so they called the police. Butler Warren said helplessly.

Then why are people from the FBI here? Norman said dissatisfied: Since the police were called, it should be people from the police station.

It's not like you don't know that at some point those guys from the FBI are as thirsty as mice that have smelled cheese. Butler Warren shrugged and asked Norman, Do you need me to get that guy? Send it away?

Forget it, I'll go by myself. Norman shrugged the collar of his nightgown in annoyance, and followed Butler Warren towards the FBI agent.

When Norman approached the FBI agent, the female agent was taking photos of the scene inside the manor with her mobile phone to collect evidence.

This lady agent is filming in a private estate without my consent. Is this an invasion of my privacy? Norman frowned and scolded this female agent who didn't understand the rules. He said: On this basis, I can definitely take your FBI to court and have the Ministry of Finance reduce the subsidies issued to your department this year.

I'm sorry, sir. The female agent took back the phone in her hand with some embarrassment, and apologized to Norman with some restraint: I just transferred to the FBI not long ago, and I don't know the rules very well.

After hearing what the female agent said, Norman gestured to Butler Warren with his eyes.

Butler Warren nodded slightly, walked to the female agent with a smile, and stretched out his hand towards her: Then Madam, please give me the phone you used to take the photo just now. I need to ensure that our husband's privacy is not compromised. Violated.

Oh, okay. The female agent hurriedly took out the mobile phone she just put in her pocket and handed it to Butler Warren.

So ma'am, please explain why you are here. When Butler Warren checked the female agent's phone, Norman took the lead in asking her.

Ah? The female agent opened her mouth and stammered: But, shouldn't I ask questions first at this time?

Is there any problem? Norman looked at her condescendingly.

Okay, okay. The female agent shrank her head and whispered: I was called here by the chief. He said something happened here and asked me to come and investigate.

Is that so? Norman nodded clearly as he looked at the female agent's frustrated look.

After his observation, he almost understood what was going on with the young detective in front of him.

A rookie agent who has just arrived at the FBI probably has a very bad relationship with his leadership, and is always assigned to do some inconsequential errands.

Today's incident should be just a coincidence.

When Norman thought of this, he finally felt relieved. With this rookie agent, he probably wouldn't be able to find anything.

Sir. Butler Warren nodded towards Norman after checking the female agent's cell phone, and then returned the phone to the female agent.

Ah, my photos~ The female agent who took back her phone looked at the completely deleted photo album and let out a mournful sound.

Don't get excited, ma'am. Norman picked up the checkbook and pen handed over by Butler Warren, wrote the amount of one thousand dollars on it, tore off the check, and handed it to the female agent.

This is your tea fee. When you get back, just report it directly to your boss and say that nothing happened here.

Here. The female agent held the check in her hand in a panic. It could be seen that this was the first time she had received the so-called tea fee.

Don't worry, madam. Butler Warren comforted the female agent: As long as you don't say anything, nothing will happen, and your leader won't be harsh on you, so you can use the money. Just accept it with peace of mind.”

Okay then. Under the comfort of Butler Warren, the female agent could only put the check into her arms with trembling hands.

Warren, send this Miss Agent out. Norman nodded towards Butler Warren, and then walked back to where Peter and Harry were.

Let's go, ma'am. Butler Warren stretched out his hand towards the female agent with a smile.

Um.

Butler Warren stopped after he sent the female agent to the gate of the manor.

Then Madam, I will send you here first. Butler Warren politely took out a business card: This is my business card. If your leader troubles you later because of this matter, you can give it to me. Make a call and let’s work together to find a way to help you solve this problem.”

Thank you sir. The female agent nodded excitedly to Butler Warren, turned around and walked towards the car parked outside the gate.

Yes ma'am.

Just as the female agent was about to open the car door, Butler Warren stopped her.

Can you please reveal your name? Butler Warren said with a smile to the female agent who turned her head: I can't always call you ma'am when we meet again in the future. This is a bit too rude.

Hill. The female agent smiled at Warren: Maria Hill.

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I have a sword that can destroy cities, open mountains, cut off rivers, kill evil spirits, slay demons, and kill gods!

The gods sit high in the sky, looking down at the world indifferently.

The world is swaying for 80,000 miles, and millions of demons are reveling.

If they don’t want us to live, then they will use their swords to fight our way out.

This is a story about a mortal being standing shoulder to shoulder with a god.