The propellers of the helicopter roared, blowing the grass on the ground like ocean waves, and the bald man calmly watched the giant beast in the air slowly land in front of him with his hands on his shoulders.

This is Virginia, the headquarters of the CIA.

This is what people call the Thirteen Districts.

"Welcome to District 13, Agent David, I'm Sheriff Black."

Blake held out his hand to the man in front of him, the legendary agent David Orel from Israel's Mossad, which is known as the "world's four major intelligence agencies" along with the Soviet National Security Commissariat (KGB), British MI6, and Area 13.

David smiled and shook Blake's hand, his appearance and dress were very ordinary, and even a little slightly obese, completely different from the tough and handsome agent in the movie, if you take off that expensive suit and trousers, I am afraid that it is no different from the newspaper uncle sitting on the park bench.

But the legendary deeds he created are probably unimaginable to ordinary people.

That's what an agent should look like, not the kind of movie star who is so handsome that you just need to look at it and forget it.

"Excuse me, you received Sheriff Black, you look much more imposing than rumored."

David praised, and this was not a polite remark. Compared to him, Blake is tall, with an angular face, a straight black trench coat and a crisp bald head, and indeed looks more like a leader in military work.

"Hahaha, you also look much more professional than rumored."

The two top figures in the intelligence agencies joked with each other. Although this was an important exchange meeting between the two countries, there was no welcome ceremony, and the two of them were the only ones in the empty parking field.

Just because it's the safest and most serious place in the whole of the country.

Blake led David to visit various places in the 13th arrondissement, and every staff member did their duty, only saying hello when they met Blake head-on, and then quickly left, and the two men talked so casually.

"Having said all this, what I care about most is the one you introduced in your letter.... Forgive me for my bad memory, is it called a magic stone? ”

David asked, knowing that this was the real reason he had been sent here, and that Black had actually wanted to say it all along.

Sure enough, Blake's eyes lit up like a junior high school student who scored 95 points in the exam and was asked about his grades by his elders, and the micro-expressions that were imperceptible to others could not escape David's eyes.

Blake coughed twice as he pretended: "Ahem, you also believe that there is magic, right?" ”

"To tell you the truth about Sheriff Black, if I were someone else, I might have turned around and left, but if it was you, I really wanted to see it."

"Believe me, magic is real!" Blake was not calm, he had tried to tell others, but the ending always ended in embarrassment, he had thought that the well-informed David would know more or less about magic, but it seemed that those bizarre things only seemed to happen around him.

Seeing David's embarrassed expression, Blake thought to himself, you are waiting to subvert your narrow worldview.

"Please come with me to Agent David."

......

On the way to the vault, Blake kept describing to David what he had experienced in the past few years, such as he didn't believe in magic until he saw a thin old man fight with a dragon who could speak, and he wore a demon mask and almost turned into a demon's body.

And David also went from listening to the excitement at the beginning to being skeptical later, not because his will was not strong enough, but because Blake said that the matter was full of details and true feelings, and it didn't look like he was delirious or describing a dream.

He began to wonder if the beautiful country really had mastered some ulterior techniques, and those were just synonymous with these technologies, and his nerves began to tense unconsciously.

As they talked, the two of them came to the end of a corridor with a huge metal iron door, no less sophisticated than a national vault, enough to see how precious the contents were.

Blake pulled a metal card out of his coat pocket and swiped it lightly across the unlocker on the wall.

The screen of the unlocker turns green, and the valve of the gate is opened with a series of metallic turning sounds.

"Hold your chin up, Agent David, because you're about to be exposed to the world's most dangerous weapon—magic."

Blake raised the corners of his mouth as he spoke, and as he pulled open the heavy iron door with his hand:

"By the way, their names aren't magic stones, they're charms."

At this time, David Orel stood outside the door for a long time without speaking, his face was full of incredulity, as if he had seen the most bizarre thing in his career.

And Blake, who looked at David's expression, said very understanding in his heart, after all, it took him a long time to accept the existence of these things.

"Sheriff." After looking at it for a long time, David turned his head to look at Blake and asked.

"What's wrong, my friend."

"Did you forget to tell me how I could see the magic in the house? Like putting a talking hat on me? ”

Blake was stunned by David's question, then turned his head to look into the room.

At this glance, the originally smug smile on his face instantly bounced back like a rubber band.

I saw that in the empty circular room, only a smooth pillar stood in the center, and there was nothing unusual other than that.

And the pillar was supposed to have twelve charms adsorbed on it.

......

"I've had people check, and there's no sign of a high-sensitivity weapon triggering, which means no objects have ever entered this room."

Blake said that standing in front of him was the outstanding contemporary archaeologist Jackie Chan, who basically brought these charms and other magical artifacts here, and every time there was a problem, Blake would also ask the Jackie Chan family to help.

Jackie Chan is about the same age as Blake, both in his thirties, and in addition to his rich archaeological experience, he also has quite a lot of skills. And his uncle, Daddy, can be said to be the strongest magician in the world today.

This is also the reason why Blake will come to them every time, and it can be said that there is no Asian in the whole country who knows how to solve magic better than them.

"What about the monitor, has it been hacked?" Jackie Chan asked.

"No, but the monitor went black for a split second last night, and the specific cause is still under investigation, and it will be restored...... The spell was gone. ”

Blake replied, and both of them fell into deep thought.

It's not strange that the monitor screen is black, and it's strange how the person who stole the spell crossed the high-sensitivity weapon, because the coverage of the weapon in this room can be said to be that a fly can't move, as long as it appears in this room without permission, it will be immediately shattered by the high temperature rays.

Agent David told Blake that he was going back to China when he saw him flustered, thanked him for his hospitality, and handed Blake a business card when he left, saying that this was the best psychiatrist in Israel, and that mentioning his name when he went to check his body could give him a fruit bowl.

Sheriff Black, who tries to convince outsiders that there is real magic in the world, is frustrated again, but he doesn't think much about it, and now he is desperate to find the charm.

"Will it ...... It's Xiaoyu's ghost again. Blake asked tentatively, and Jackie Chan didn't immediately object after hearing it, after all, this is not the first time.

Chen Xiaoyu is Jackie Chan's twelve-year-old niece, with a quirky personality, who has caused a lot of trouble and helped Jackie Chan a lot.

Unexpectedly, as soon as Blake finished speaking, Xiaoyu jumped out of nowhere, and said angrily:

"It's not me! Sheriff Black, how can you slander me! ”