Magic, something that only exists in legends.

Despite the fact that Vought's drugs have been able to make people possess all sorts of strange superpowers, magic.

"Can I see it? You say magic. ”

Edgar was intrigued, and if magic was real, it must have a way to use it.

David next to him also stared at the keyboard, he was afraid that he would release the magic in the blink of an eye.

"Are you sure you want to see my magic? Are you sure? In this office with glass walls everywhere? ”

"Magic is powerful?"

Both of them looked left and right at their surroundings, could it be that the magic of the keyboard could blow up this office?

If that's the case

President Walter got up and prepared to take them to a special venue for testing, where the level of protection was high enough to contain the damage caused by magic to the surroundings.

"No, it only causes damage to people's hearts, and my magic can destroy a person's mental defenses in an instant."

Hearing it say this, Edgar was even more interested.

The company has made similar superpowers before, such as eye contact that can turn others into a psychic storm of the living dead.

He wanted to see how the keyboard in front of him used magic, whether it needed a staff to help him and chant spells like in Harry Potter.

"What do you do with a loaf of bread?" David saw that it had an extra baguette in his hand and a question mark on his face, the keyboard is hungry now? So take a loaf of bread out and want to fill your stomach?

The other person in the room just watched and didn't speak.

"You've probably read a little bit of Harry Potter. As in the book, I also need a 'staff' to use magic, and this loaf of bread is my staff. ”

Since the keyboard had no face and the voice was electronic with electricity, the old fritter Edgar couldn't tell if it was telling the truth or not.

But in the next second, he knew if what he said was true, because the whole suit he was still wearing suddenly appeared in front of Edgar's eyes.

He looked down at his body without a piece of clothing, and then very calmly took the clothes from the coffee table and put them on in front of the two of them.

"Wow."

David, whose gaze had already moved to the door, sighed at the refreshed worldview, what he thought was magic and what he actually used on the keyboard were completely different things.

"Your magic doesn't need to be chanted, and it can be released quickly, and if used well, it can really destroy a person's mind."

While getting dressed, Edgar was still talking to the keyboard, and he just saw a purple light on the tip of the baguette.

He's old, and he's in his own company, so he's not afraid of being seen.

But if you change the target to another superhero and it's on the streets, the magic is absolutely devastating for those who crave fans and traffic.

"Isn't there any other magic?"

A magic like this is good, but it's still a little less interesting than the people in his company.

It was the baguette it didn't know where it came from, and the magic was much stronger than undressing.

"Secrets, after all, everyone has some little secrets, you say, right?"

The baguette held by Zhang San in his right hand slapped the other hand, and what he said to the president of Walter made the other party smile slightly.

"Yes, it just so happens that the group of seven is having a meeting up there, and I'll take you there?" Edgar, who was getting dressed again, held out his hand to the door.

"Thank you, I also want to see what kind of beauties my future colleagues are. I love talking to beautiful women so much, the kind that I like very, very much. ”

The baguette vanished, and the keyboard in front of him was still clasped together as he spoke.

The three of them walked into the elevator together, and Edgar, who was standing in front of David and Zhang San, typed the number ninety-nine on the elevator panel.

Bite.

The ninety-ninth floor is where the superheroes usually stay, and there is a meeting room for them to deal with things.

In the hallway hung pictures of each of the Seven's superheroes, along with their busts and a large relief wall facing the conference room.

When the superhero conference room slowly opened, Zhang San stared at the relief wall and counted the heads.

He found a problem, it seemed that the current group of seven had only six people left after removing the deep sea.

"Mr. Edgar?!"

Seeing the figure of the president appear in the open door, a woman standing next to the main seat of the conference room walked over quickly.

"Ashley, this is the CIA's David, this is the new member of the Seven, Keyboard."

"But sir, you've got Storm into the Group of Seven"

She looked at the humanoid keyboard that completely regarded the company as her home, the addition of the storm had already made the motherland feel uncomfortable, and now there was another thing.

While Edgar was communicating with his men, Zhang San, who was looking around, was stared at by several people sitting in this hall at the same time.

"Glass windows, big screens, V-shaped table round floor"

Listening to these inexplicable lyrics, the few superheroes who are missing the presence of the motherland don't know what it's for.

They were really surprised when they first saw the big keyboard with long hands and feet, but soon these superheroes got used to its presence.

Several people know more or less about the superhumans created by Compound Five, and some of the people who are created will become very strange, both in appearance and inside.

"Locomotive, Queen Maeve, Storm, Starlight, and Pirate Snake Eyes."

The keyboard stood behind Starlight, and two black ball-like hands reached over her shoulders, making Starlight feel uncomfortable.

Especially the two black balls are still rubbing her shoulders, this behavior is very much like the deep sea that has been kicked out.

But she didn't dare to open her mouth and tell the other party to get out of the way, because this guy came with Mr. Edgar, the president of Walter.

"You're so sexy in this dress, are you still single?"

"What.?" Starlight, who barely smiled, turned her head to look at the big faceless keyboard, she didn't understand what the other party meant by asking.

"I like to be friends with beautiful women, and I like you more than the two old-looking women next to me."

"Mr. Sexual Harassment, can you take your black hand away from her?"

The woman sitting to the left of Starlight couldn't stand it anymore, and it should be said that the way the keyboard showed her was very unhappy.

"Is it because I said you're too old? Storm, why didn't you say that when I reached out to touch her? ”

Looking at the black-haired cloak woman who wrapped herself up and only showed a small shallow groove, Zhang San responded to her unceremoniously. (End of chapter)