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At the weekend, George spent most of his time practicing the new spells he had learned, occasionally finding time to visit Hagrid and learn some knowledge about magical creatures, and communicating with the magical creatures that Hagrid had raised.
During this period, he did not see Harry and Ron, who was said to have been punished for driving before and smashing the Whomping Willow.
By the second week, he continued to brush up his scores while trying to absorb as much magical knowledge as possible, learning and practicing new magic.
On the Marvel side, after several days of investigation, they also began to see some light at the end of the tunnel.
This evening, George rode his transformed motorcycle from the mutant school located in the suburbs to the Bronx district near the city center.
On the way, when encountering a checkpoint, he showed his expensive fake ID to pass through the checkpoint by deception.
During these ten days of investigation, in addition to roughly understanding the situation of dozens of large and small families in the Bronx district, he also spent a lot of money to hire someone who made fake IDs locally for him to get a fake identity.
Of course, this fake identity can only fool ordinary police officers; it would definitely not work against organizations like the Central Intelligence Agency, S.H.I.E.L.D., and the FBI.
Not to mention using this identity to set up an account, deposit the money, and then use it to buy shares of Stark Enterprises.
So he never intended to buy shares of Stark Enterprises by himself. His body was the product of a lab, and there was no way he could use a fake ID to pass the security checks.
He needed to find an agent, but he couldn't just pick anyone.
First of all, this person must have a certain level of status and authority, otherwise, buying shares of Stark Enterprises for him might arouse suspicion and draw attention from various organizations.
In fact, he thought that even if he wiped out all the gangs in the Bronx district and used all the cash to buy shares of Stark Industries, it would be like scratching the surface of Stark Enterprises.
After all, what he could seize were mostly cash, and at most he could extort the leaders to withdraw the liquid funds from their accounts. It was impossible for him to take away all the assets of the gangs.
Perhaps the cash he could seize was already astronomical for the poorest and most chaotic parts of the Bronx, but it might not even be comparable to the value of the artworks in Tony Stark's mansion for Stark Enterprises.
The money of the truly rich people is beyond the imagination of ordinary people.
A single painting in Tony Stark's room might be worth hundreds of millions, but to him, even a billion would be more than enough to provide a stable life for those children of mutants.
He doesn't need to cause any major trouble now, nor does he need to go up against the big organizations. What he needs most is to lead a stable life and focus on studying magic and enhancing his own abilities.
If it wasn't for the fear that the Chitauri would invade in a few years, and if the Avengers failed to resist, and the entire planet was captured, he wouldn't have stayed around New York.
Secondly, the agent must have a stake in the Bronx, and cannot leave. Otherwise, with so much money entrusted to him, he might just take the money and run, and then where would he find him?
"Money talks, birds die for it; hunger drives, even the strong are weak." He doesn't believe that just a few months of interaction would make people loyal to him, and he doesn't have that kind of royal aura.
Fortunately, these ten days were not wasted, and he had already gradually identified a potentially viable target.
Today, he plans to watch a great show. If everything goes well, he will have identified his agent.
Park the motorcycle, find an empty alley, put on a black cloak that wraps his body tightly, and wear the most common mask that can be bought on the street. Put all his abilities into play.
His specially designed shoes with iron plates immediately supported him and slowly rose into the air above the alley.
After such a period of development, especially with the influence of the wizard's bloodline, he has made considerable progress in his control over magnetism and can barely manipulate objects weighing more than a hundred jin.
He has exceeded the assessment standards of the laboratory base for his potential limit.
If he encountered X-24 now, with his abilities, he could play around with him. One hundred and twenty jin of weight was enough to make X-24, full of Edegman aluminum, unstable on his feet.
Therefore, with full power, he could just about manage to make the specially designed shoes with iron plates lift him off the ground.
Of course, the speed is nothing to write home about. If it comes to combat, he's just a dummy for others to target.
But in some specific scenarios, it's still quite useful.
For example, now he can easily climb onto rooftops, move above them to avoid various surveillance cameras and eyes, and slip into highly secured areas without being easily tracked.
"Up on the seventh floor of the strip club controlled by the Chebel family, an old man in his seventies sat in a wheelchair, looking at the middle-aged man who was badly beaten, and sighed regretfully: "
"Leon, you are really good, and I have always highly regarded you. I have treated you as my son in law."
Unfortunately, you must die here today."
"Mr. Chebel, I really haven't betrayed you. I'm being wronged. I've always treated you like a father, how could I sell you? Please believe me!"
The middle-aged man, with blood all over his face, struggled to get up and tried hard to prove his loyalty.
He was the child of an addict, and since he was a child, his mother had secretly left because she could no longer bear this life without hope.
When he was thirteen years old, he accidentally saved Mr. Chebel who was being chased by an enemy family, and from then on, Mr. Chebel recognized him and joined the Chebel family's forces, living the life he dreamed of.
Over thirty years, he relied on his intelligence and talent, devoting himself wholeheartedly to helping the Chebel family, transforming it from a small family into one of the thirteen families in the Bronx district today.
However, he was to be executed as the mastermind behind an attempted seizure of power in the Chebel family, just for one assassination, which he found truly unjust.
He had a beautiful wife who loved him, many brothers who had risked their lives with him, and a newly born adorable daughter. He had dedicated most of his life to this family.
"I know you haven't betrayed me. That assassination was a show I staged myself. Otherwise, with your current status and reputation in the family, I would have no way of executing you like this."
Chebel's eyes contained a mix of emotions as he sighed.
Upon hearing Chebel's words, Leong's eyes widened dramatically, and he muttered in disbelief, "What... what are you saying?"
"Why? Why did you do this?"
"It's out of necessity. I'm old, and the doctors said that with my body full of injuries, I might have only two years left to live."
"But my son is only twenty years old, and he has just taken over the family's affairs. He is not mature enough in terms of ability and reputation."
Chebel coughed and looked at Leong with a touch of sadness in his eyes. He did not have any affection for Leong, but it was impossible for him to let Leong replace his son even if he had more ability.
"You are worried that I might take the place of the young master in the future, but you should understand my loyalty; I could never do such a thing!"
Leong sat down hard, as if all his strength had been drained.
Chebel pushed the wheelchair forward and shook his head: "
"Leon, I believe in your character, but not in the loyalty of your underlings."
"Your position is not something you can just refuse to take. Your underlings will sometimes push you into it."
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