[Zhongyingmei] Goblin Detective

It was robbery, but it was no ordinary robbery.

Probably for the first time ever, Lindell felt the sense of "thinking is far faster than physical action". His eyes followed several masked men who came out of the jewelry store, and he was staggered by the shock wave. Then, a jeep drove over quickly, opened the door and let the three robbers in.

In the distance, there are police sirens sounding from far to near.

The agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. appeared faster than the police, and their involvement meant that this incident was far from ordinary. Lindell took out his mobile phone, and the brief information of the incident had been updated on the screen of the mobile phone—this is It is a jewelry store run by mutants, and what was stolen were precious exhibits that were made by mutants' abilities and were about to be exhibited.

There is a red mark in the upper right corner of his mobile phone, which means "on vacation, will not intervene in work for the time being".

And he is just an ordinary person now, in every sense, after all, he didn't even notice the maliciousness that should have been so strong that it couldn't be ignored before the explosion.

Gee.

Lindell frowned, and finally walked into the store stepping on broken glass all over the floor, and took out an identity certificate: "S.H.I.E.L.D., Level [-] agent Lindell Rogers, is involved in the investigation according to the special management regulations for mutant events... ..."

There was only one clerk left in the store, with blood on his forehead and a terrified expression, while the owner was kidnapped and disappeared, the situation was terrible.Lindell glanced at the smashed shelves, and complained in his heart why mutants' special trading items were disguised as jewelry stores on the street, unaware that even the sanctuary of the supreme mage was also open in the same way. on the street.

The container was robbed, and the clerk explained tremblingly that his boss is a standard faction that keeps close to ordinary people, and he is also a graduate of Xavier Academy for Gifted Boys. This exhibit itself is intended to commemorate the [-]th anniversary of the Mutant Equality Movement Yes... Lindell didn't finish listening, and asked him, are you a mutant too?

The clerk said yes tremblingly.

"What are your mutant abilities?"

"It can...can make other people lose weight, but it's not much lighter, at most about ten kilograms, it's really nothing..."

The blond, once-goblin human sighed deeply, finding the coincidence simply amazing.

"Can it last for more than 10 minutes? Please cast this spell on me."

He planned the other party's conversation, and rushed out amidst the defense of "it's not a spell but a mutant's ability".

Even with the additional weight reduction, this body is still unbelievably heavy.

A car stopped on the side of the road, and an unfamiliar face opened the door and waved to him: "Senior Lindell! I'm sorry to disturb your vacation, but the situation is more urgent now, and we need your help!"

The car door opened towards him, and his colleague, I don't know how many generations later, had an earnest expression on his face.

This kind of thing has happened many times, because there are not many things to kill time, and he usually rarely refuses this kind of temporary job invitation, but this time... Lindell hesitated and got into the car.

"Sorry, for various reasons, I can't use any magic right now."

He said briefly: "You can understand it as being cursed... In short, the combat power I can use now is about the same as that of ordinary people."

Maybe even worse, Lindell added in his mind.

The detective who drove after him didn't expect the result of the other party's vacation to be like this. A look of surprise flashed across his face, and he asked, "Then can you still shoot?"

This is not a problem. He has been touching guns since World War II, and now he has tried various models, and it will definitely be no problem to get started temporarily: "Yes."

"—Then please, Senior Lindell!"

As soon as the agent stepped on the gas, the car roared like a mad pit bull and sprinted from the street.Lindell pulled down the window on one side and popped out half of his body. Holding the gun he took out from the rear compartment, he pulled the safety button and kept watching the dynamic posture to shoot at the vehicle in front. pain.

"On the shoulder, senior, a gun of this caliber is not for you to use, you can easily break your bones when you shoot like that!"

The agent glanced in the rearview mirror, but still did not slow down.

The chase begins.

At the very least, he has now learned to put the butt of the gun on his shoulder to reduce the pain of the recoil on the bones and muscles.There is more than one SHIELD car, and they are double-teaming from various angles. Del is one of them. When he felt the smell of gunfire and the pain in his hands, Lindell felt for a moment It's a pity—human beings are such creatures, and it's inconvenient to do anything, but it's clear that so many human beings who have always lived as human beings still continue to step forward without hesitation.

In the past 70 years, he has cooperated with these agents many times, but he always floats in the sky like a gust of wind. His spells are as high and high as himself, and he has never seriously watched ordinary people fight their lives on the ground. look.

His third bullet hit the opponent's wheel. Fortunately, although his physical strength and spells were restricted, his marksmanship was still as accurate as before.In Lindell's impression, he didn't have any commendable spear skills in the training camp 70 years ago, but time is enough to change everything, but anyone with a brain will become familiar and professional after dealing with weapons for 70 years. Refined.

But the hit of this bullet even intensified the madness of the enemy, and the opponent's bullets also shot over, one of which hit the rearview mirror, and then bounced a second time, directly rubbing Lindell's ear.

Even the outer auricle can feel the burning pain.

"careful!"

The agent slammed the steering wheel, and Lindell froze for a moment before realizing that if he was shot, he might die like an ordinary human.

One by one?

This concept is really new and strange. As a goblin made of real ether, the word "death" is not as serious as "dissipation" to him. With that smack on the temple, it's hard for him to be sure what's going to happen next.

Was his soul transformed into human form as well?

Or, after the body dies, he can return to the form of magical consciousness and recreate a body made of ether?

Immediately afterwards, the opponent protruded an arm from the upper roof of the car and threw a grenade towards their position.This level of fighting on the street is really too much. The surrounding pedestrians and vehicles are running away. Amidst the flames and impact, Lindell wants to adjust his movements in mid-air to land smoothly, but even cats can't The simple movements that can be done seem extremely difficult for this kind of creature that evolved from Homo sapiens.

Once again, the mind is ahead of the body.The red battle suit passed through the air, and the spider silk stuck to the windshield of the vehicle in front of him. Peter Parker drew an arc in mid-air to catch Lindell, and hurriedly checked the other's injury: "Sir, Are you all right... Mr. Lindell?"

Peter Parker was shocked: "Why are you here?"

He has a lot of problems.It is impossible for Lindell in my impression to be afraid of this level of explosion, let alone be injured for this reason.

And now, he's bleeding.

This is just a slight trauma caused by skin abrasion. It just looks scary, but it is actually not a big problem.Lindell has helped others deal with injuries many times on the battlefield, and after quickly judging his own situation, he shook his head lightly: "Don't pay attention to me, trap that car, there are heavy weapons in the car, if It would be dangerous to use it on the street like this.”

"But you now!"

The young man raised his voice, it was the first time he saw that this person could bleed blood - in theory, he should be able to stand up staggeringly even if half of his head was blown off, but now... …

"It's hard to explain the detailed situation. In short, I am a human being, temporarily."

Lindell said: "You go to attract their attention, there are a few good sniper spots on this street, follow my instructions."

"You still want to shoot now?"

Peter couldn't believe it: "Mr. Lindell—"

For many years, he has maintained the position of "the highest level of an agent who does not need to command his subordinates", and he has never thought of being promoted. Even Coulson, who was only as tall as his waist back then, has become an experienced agent. Commander, Lindell still acts as a thug who can be swung over at any time in most missions.

One of the characteristics of their long-lived species to humans is "unchanged".

You don't need to step out of your comfort zone all the time, and you don't need to change anytime and anywhere due to changes in the environment. The strong remain the same, and the weak follow the trend, just like Crowley and Aziraphale, just like Lindell once felt that this was an unquestionable iron law for the ancient one who had died in body and soul but remained calm.

But now he is human.

The authority of the seventh-level agent is enough to cover all the field members present, but he only contacted a few of them in a single line.There are mutants who are difficult to deal with among the enemies, and the car is equipped with heavy firearms. If there is no reinforcement, it is easy to cause casualties.Peter Parker flew across the air under the drag of the spider silk, Lindell climbed into the surrounding buildings, leaned his back on the window frame, the first shot smashed the glass of the jeep, and then, the second shot came from nowhere. The shot hit a mutant whose half body had obviously scaled.

"That person probably couldn't be killed with an ordinary gun, so he kept shooting like this, so that he couldn't touch the weapon in the car."

Lindell lowered his voice: "Probably one of them can cause an explosion. The wall of the jewelry store before exploded strangely..."

He is human now, but still has a little bit of special means - the fighting instinct of a 70-year veteran.In his hand, he held the simple protection made out of interest, which can reduce his presence in the crowd. It was originally intended to be given to Peter to skip class, but was stopped by Steve with righteous words. It has been left at home, and it turned out to be useful today.

The method of using the Non-Guangli trigger one-time magic dress is very simple, that is, to destroy it.He tore up the talisman, and his body without magic power couldn't tell whether the protection had taken effect, but the duration of this effect was short, so he had to hurry up.

He weighs less than others and is less noticeable...

"Another guy in my place keeps shooting and makes them think I'm still here."

After Lindell finished his instructions, he turned over to the truck box that fell behind the jeep.There were bullets all over the place, and he smashed open the top cover of the truck box as lightly as possible, and just as he was about to jump in, there was a startled shout behind him.

"Lindel!"

It was Steve's voice.

How did he see himself?Lindell thought, obviously the protection is working.

And doesn't this guy have a job, why can he come back at this time...

Before he had time to react, he grabbed the shopkeeper who had lost consciousness and was about to jump out, but almost at the moment he left the truck box, intense heat came from the cab backwards.

The burning sensation on the back, the heat of the airflow, and the weightlessness of the overturned high-pressure air, the human information processing ability is obviously unable to calculate so many contents in parallel at the same time, Lindell didn't even feel the pain, when the world was upside down, he It was already caught in mid-air by another person.

"What the hell are you doing?"

It was a somewhat sullen voice, obviously suppressing emotions.

Lindell had never seen Steve lose his temper.His temper has always been surprisingly good, and he can even maintain a good attitude most of the time when facing Tony Stark, and he is always emotionally stable when getting along with him. Like a traffic light that has been on green for years and months.Even during missions, when facing an enemy that needs to be attacked, his attitude is more inclined to "defeat the opponent" rather than "revenge because of violent emotions".

But now, this person's eyes are staring, and his appearance is really scary.

It's a pity that Lindell was never afraid of him.

"Did I save that person?"

"I can't feel right now if he's alive," he asked.

To be overturned by air currents three times a day, even as a human being, this probability can probably exceed 99% of other people on the earth.Steve's expression suddenly softened. Under the backlight, he frowned and smiled with some embarrassment: "He's still alive. If you threw him out, he might be injured."

"You came at a very bad time."

So Lindell complained boldly: "It always appears at the most humiliating moment."

Having said that, he still closed his eyes contentedly. If Captain America intervened, the other party would never be able to escape smoothly.

The author has something to say: Amway... a new advance recipient who has not yet decided on the final name but has already written [-] words?

It will not affect the update of new articles at that time!Readers who watch comprehensive British and American stories don’t need to panic

For the time being, I decided to call it "How a Magician Repairs a Gramophone". The comprehensive main magic spell is back to the battle. The author's Japanese online should be able to fill a lot of Shintoism and Japanese traditional content.

See the copy below (it's also temporary, I'm really anxious about naming my level...)

"Who are you going to use this time?"

he asks.

"Knotweed, I have a better relationship with him recently."

He replied that his attitude was as steady as if he had always abided by the eight knots of the way of bow.

Foot stepping, clay construction, bow construction, internal rise, the bow is like a moon.

In the empty bowstring, the shadow of the arrow gradually emerged.

With the bow and arrow leaving the string, the memory of Yu Zhang You Ren completely disappeared from his mind.

★

Mazaku, a first-class magician born in Kyoto, went to Tokyo in order to get rid of a certain cursed spirit. At the same time when he was the strongest in high school, he rebelled against his partner and became an old friend of the cursed master, and all the fetters that had not been burnt out were happening. All waiting there.

——and he submitted eleven application letters for special promotion that were all rejected.

Some people say that love is the most twisted curse in this world.

"—Sounds reasonable, so who actually said that?"