S.H.I.E.L.D. Headquarters, Trident Building, 8th Floor Laboratory.
Director Nick Fury, wearing a black trench coat, looked seriously at the large detection machine in front of him. To be precise, he was focused on the black card placed in the middle of the machine—the magic card.
Coulson, who was standing nearby, looked at the magic card with eyes full of inquiry.
"Dr. Fisher, how is the research on this item—the black card?" Nick Fury asked Dr. Fisher, who was standing next to him.
"Director, after our investigation and research, we found that this magic card is very light in weight, and its material is similar to metal. It contains many unknown elements, including the well-known gold, manganese, titanium, etc."
"More importantly, this black card has excellent energy conductivity and can store and release large amounts of energy very easily."
Dr. Fisher kept explaining, while Coulson listened silently, and Director Nick Fury stared closely at the magic card produced by Vientiane Bookstore.
He had heard about the special nature of this magic card from Coulson. When he learned that Coulson had walked out of the Vientiane Book Cafe with his memory affected, even forgetting the purpose of his mission for a time, Nick Fury's fear of Lockhart suddenly rose to a new level.
The other party's way of playing with memory is simply a nemesis for a spy organization like S.H.I.E.L.D. Nick Fury had made up his mind: if there was no corresponding defense, they must not meet in person. The information in his head is S.H.I.E.L.D.'s top secret.
While thinking about this, he continued listening to Dr. Fisher's introduction.
"Director, we also found that the patterns on the surface of this black card contain radiation."
"Dr. Fisher, stop for a moment," Nick Fury interrupted coldly. "You can also submit a written report to me later on the nature of the black card. I want to know, what functions does the black card have?"
Dr. Fisher hesitated before explaining, "Director, due to limited time, we tested the nature of the black card. The specific function of the black card is still unknown and needs to be explored later."
After hearing this, Nick Fury sighed secretly. Sure enough, if he wanted to rely on technology to analyze magic and an entirely unknown field, he could only rely on a genius to make breakthrough progress.
While thinking, Nick Fury's heart moved slightly, and he calmly ordered Coulson, "Coulson, you will be responsible for the black card project. Look for an opportunity to leak some information and let Tony take the initiative to join this project."
"Okay, Director," Coulson replied, though he was stunned for a moment before nodding with a wry smile. After a lot of effort, he was able to relax a little bit, and then another project came up. Hopefully, the bottle of shampoo given by Professor Lockhart would be useful; otherwise, his hair would fall out again. The only regret was that the director had taken half a bottle for research.
At this moment, Nick Fury didn't care about Coulson's complicated mood. Instead, he stared closely at the black card. His left eye, covered by an eyepatch, began to emit a faint blue light. The reason he was able to become the director of S.H.I.E.L.D. is closely related to his past experiences. It can be said that they are completely beyond the imagination of ordinary people. Not only did he fight aliens, he even witnessed the destruction of alien battleships, and became friends with a top powerhouse. Otherwise, how could he achieve this position in just ten years?
Among them, he naturally had his own trump card, like his eyes. The weak blue light in his left eye was covered by the eyepatch, and through the eyepatch, he observed the black card directly. It had a dark granular surface, light golden lines, and a dark blue liquid slowly flowing inside.
Suddenly, Nick Fury groaned, feeling a large amount of information emerging in his head, and a trace of horror flashed across his face.
"Magic cards, produced by Vientiane Bookstore, are divided into 5 levels. This is the fifth-level magic card."
"High-level magic cards, because they have space teleportation."
"All consumption at Vientiane Book Cafe will be paid for with magic points."
After reading a large amount of information in his head, Nick Fury's expression returned to normal, though his faint, slightly rapid breathing still showed his inner unrest. Coulson, noticing something, turned his head slightly to glance at his director but found nothing unusual and continued to think about how to lure Tony into joining the project.
Then, the director's voice reached his ears.
"Coulson, Dr. Fisher mentioned that the black card has the function of storing and releasing energy. We should focus on this point."
"Besides," Nick Fury's tone became hesitant, "in terms of energy, you can try using some items for experiments, including the Cosmic Cube."
When it came to the Cube, Nick Fury's tone was noticeably more cautious. Coulson was a bit surprised by this, but he still nodded. Based on his authority, he had some understanding of the Cosmic Cube. It was the item that the Director valued most, with very strict authority requirements.
But since it was the director's order, there was no problem. After a while, Nick Fury turned around and left. Coulson continued to communicate with Dr. Fisher, having taken over the project again with things to do.
As Nick Fury received the information from the magic card, Lockhart, also in New York, suddenly raised his head and looked in the direction of the S.H.I.E.L.D. Trident Building, a faint smile on his face. He had sensed that the magic card he left for S.H.I.E.L.D. was activated so quickly. It seemed that S.H.I.E.L.D.'s power was not simple.
To activate a magic card, you either needed strong mental power or extraordinary energy. Now that the bait had been seen, it depended on when S.H.I.E.L.D. would take the bait. He was quite curious about the abnormal items stored by S.H.I.E.L.D.
At night, the Vientiane Book Cafe was generally closed due to a shortage of manpower. Kamar-Taj's sorcerers had already left, and even the house elf Coffy had returned to Lockhart's house for cleaning. Ian, Remy, and Vera stood in the hall, all holding their wands, with looks of anticipation on their faces, eager to train. Today, Master Lockhart had said he would lead them in a practical battle at night. This was their first actual combat; how could they not be looking forward to it?
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Hell's Kitchen at night.
In Hell's Kitchen, known as the New York slums, various buildings are piled up haphazardly, and it is now very chaotic.
Except for the smooth surface of the avenue, the general trails are basically full of potholes, with some sewage, stains, and even a foul smell appearing from time to time.
Some of the streetlights beside the street were either on and off, or there was no light at all. As for the ones that were intact, there were none.
It is night now, and in a slightly dim alley illuminated by streetlights.
Suddenly, a sparkling portal opened.
The bright and dim lights mixed with red flames made the alley environment a bit strange.
Immediately afterwards, as several figures walked out of the portal, a bright ball of light brought light back to the entire alley.
It was Lockhart and his students Ian, Remy, and Vera.
After taking a brief look at the surrounding environment, Lockhart waved his wand, and a shielding spell covered the surrounding area to prevent anyone from straying into the alley.
Then, he turned around and looked at the three of them. Lockhart saw the expressions of excitement, anticipation, and eagerness on their faces. Without saying a word, Lockhart looked at the three of them seriously.
Soon, under the solemn gaze of Lockhart, the excitement on the three people's faces gradually faded away, and their faces showed a bit of confusion.
Seeing the changes in the three people's expressions, Lockhart did not explain anything, but said seriously, "This is your first actual combat. Although I am accompanying you, I hope you will pay great attention to it."
"Your training before was nothing more than casting spells on each other, like students at Hogwarts, where one would make a move, and then the other."
"That kind of training can only make you more familiar with the release of magic spells, and it will not help in real combat. Now, the three of you attack me together."
After hearing what their teacher said, the three nodded to express their understanding.
Looking at their mentor, the three of them had just raised their wands when suddenly:
"Expelliarmus!"
In an instant, three Expelliarmus spells glowing red hit the wands in the hands of the three people.
Before Ian and the others could react, they found that all their wands had flown into the hands of their mentor.
The three of them felt a little aggrieved and looked at Lockhart with resentment in their eyes.
Lockhart ignored the resentful looks of the three and said in a serious tone, "This is the first practical lesson I give you. It is also the core point of actual combat: seizing the opportunity."
After hearing what the instructor said, the three people had different expressions. Ian was deep in thought, Remy was a little unconvinced, and Vera seemed to not understand but still nodded.
"In a battle, unless you have overwhelming power, if you want to defeat the opponent, you must establish your own advantages and let the opponent gradually fall into your rhythm instead of being caught up in theirs."
"You must remember this. Even if you don't understand it now, after you remember it and after many battles, you will gradually understand," Lockhart emphasized.
"Understood, mentor," the three of them nodded in unison, keeping what the teacher said in mind.
Seeing this, Lockhart nodded slightly and said, "Today, I will only train you in one thing, and that is to seize the opportunity."
Then, Lockhart closed his eyes slightly, sensing what was happening nearby.
Soon, the three of them saw their mentor open his eyes and extend his wand. Drawing a circle casually, a portal emerged quietly, and on the other side was a dark alley.
"Let's go," Lockhart said as he casually cast a spell on everyone and stepped through the portal, with the three of them following closely behind.
Hell's Kitchen, The Hand, The Drug Manufacturing Base.
Deep in an abandoned factory, a large number of deaf-mute people wearing tattered clothes stood in front of long slender tables.
The light bulbs above emitted pale light one after another, adding a touch of weirdness to the already pale complexions of the large number of deaf-mute people working below.
Each of them had a stiff expression, as if they were zombies, lifeless, mechanically packing the white powder in their hands, and then placing it on the track above the long table.
Throughout the factory, in addition to deaf-mute people wearing ragged clothes, there were also white gangster guards holding guns in their hands and wearing colorful shirts, wandering around on patrol.
However, these people's hands and feet were not clean. Sometimes they even touched or rubbed the chest of a deaf-mute woman passing by. None of these people dared to resist and could only tremble.
At this moment, Lockhart, who was already invisible, was watching this scene with his three students.
Ian, Remy, and Vera's eyes were filled with anger, and they wanted to go down directly and kill all the guards and drug dealers holding guns.
Although they were Squibs before and had been discriminated against, they had not yet fully come into contact with the dark side of the world. The scene before them suddenly allowed them to see the darkest side.
The ruthlessness and cruelty of this group of drug dealers exceeded their imagination, especially after they learned that these people were all normal before and were deliberately made blind and mute. Their anger surged.
Anyone who still has a conscience can't help but feel anger in their heart. And they were upright young people with strong blood and mastery of magic. It can be said that they were equipped with sharp weapons and had murderous intentions.
At this moment, Lockhart's expression was cold, but he couldn't help the murderous intent in his eyes. In his previous life, he hated drugs deeply. He had seen their harm with his own eyes. Therefore, when he sensed this scene, he immediately decided to kill this group of bastards, letting the students see blood, and at the same time, it was also a way to eliminate evil.
"Ian, Remy, and Vera, target this group of drug dealers. You can discuss how to minimize the damage to the deaf-mute people around and eliminate all the drug dealers."
"In 5 minutes, tell me the plan you discussed. Remember what I just told you: seize the opportunity," Lockhart said, looking at the three people with angry eyes.
Then, he reminded them, "I know you are angry now, but no matter how angry you are, calm down."
"If you couldn't calm down and acted like reckless children, no one can be rescued, and I would have to get involved."
"If you do something like this, don't call me your teacher in the future."
The instructor's words forced the three of them to suppress their anger and discuss their plan together.
5 minutes passed quickly.
Ian walked up to him and said in a deep voice, "Mentor, our plan is..."
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