Chapter 2 Bad News and Goldfinger

After the proud Sherlock opened the door of his gun shop, what he saw was a dazzling array of firearms hanging on the wall, from AK series to AR series.

From firearms to accessories, there is a dazzling array of items. The most exaggerated thing is that there is an Italian gun of the same model as Li Yunlong placed in the middle of the entire venue.

Although there was a not-for-sale sign placed next to the cannon, Sherlock couldn't help but sigh. It was indeed a free America, a lighthouse country where gunfights were fought every day.

This damn cannon can be put in the store as a display, what else can't it be used for?

Of course, in addition to these firearms, which can be called a treasure trove for military fans, what naturally surprised Sherlock was his English proficiency.

The densely packed English letters on the display board did not look much different from Chinese to Sherlock. Even Sherlock even tried it out, and his words were seamlessly switched between Chinese and English.

This made Sherlock almost shed tears of excitement. You must know that for four years in college, Sherlock was among the top in the class in all majors, except for English.

It's like he has a grudge against Sherlock. He fails every year, makes up for exams every year, and retakes them every year.

If it hadn't been for the following year, when the English teacher saw that Sherlock was really pitiful and took a lot of money from him, it would have been a problem for Sherlock to get his diploma.

A wave of time travel solved the two major problems in his life-poverty and English. Sherlock felt that his life seemed to be reaching its peak.

I happily picked up a fully modified AK105 rifle from the wall and held it in my arms. While enjoying the pleasure of pulling the bolt with my backhand, I found a big chair on my sales table and turned on the TV with satisfaction.

The Sherlock who owns the world with a gun in hand wants to see what interesting TV programs are on the TV on the other side of the ocean.

But the TV had just turned on, and Sherlock's originally happy and satisfied mood was like riding a roller coaster, falling to the bottom quickly.

The reason is also very simple. The person who appeared on TV can be said to be extremely familiar to Sherlock, Iron Man - Tony Stark! ! !

Seeing this man who looked exactly like Robert Downey Jr. coquettishly hugging two ridiculously beautiful models and looking at the camera, Sherlock felt that his three views were shattered.

Ignoring the big baby AK in his arms, he casually threw the precious AK-105 on the bar. Sherlock picked up the computer at hand and started to google like crazy.

After a long time, Sherlock stopped typing on the keyboard with tears streaming down his face. There was only one thought in his mind, I want to go home! ! ! !

The reason is also very simple. After going through a large search on the Internet, Sherlock realized one thing very clearly. He seemed to have traveled into the world of Marvel.

That's right, it's the Marvel world of Wakanda, which is constantly invaded by aliens, has Purple Potato Spirits from the Universal Family Planning Commission, and has technology that is hundreds of years ahead of the rest of the world, but likes to fight with cold weapons.

But the good news is that after Sherlock's search, he didn't find any genius school founded by the bald Charles who could read minds, nor any weird cities like Gotham City or Metropolis.

It can't be said that there is none at all. I don't know why, but these things all appear in the comics of the same company, and these things do not exist in reality.

This actually made Sherlock breathe a sigh of relief. Fortunately, it was not a comic book setting that was a fusion of DC and Marvel. Otherwise, with the dark style of DC, Sherlock felt that it would be better to commit suicide as soon as possible.

Although through a simple search, Sherlock roughly confirmed that he might be in the so-called movie world and not those weird comic settings, Sherlock still felt cold all over.

After all, before time travel, he was born under the red flag, grew up in the spring breeze, and was well protected by the country. The most evil thing Sherlock had ever seen was the level of gangsters fighting.

Now traveling to this Marvel world where human lives are worse than dogs, or in the troubled New York City, Sherlock feels deep despair. Sherlock, who is an orphan himself, has never felt a strong sense of security since he was a child.

Now that he knows that he has traveled to the Marvel world, Sherlock has fallen into anxiety about his sense of security. In such a chaotic environment, Sherlock can't find anything that can protect him.

Is it just relying on the firearms around me? This idea just came up and was directly rejected by Sherlock.

Don't be kidding, if you really have to face those super villains, let alone guns, even if you hold the Italian cannon in your hand and use it as a gun, Sherlock feels that his firepower is insufficient.

Just as Sherlock was holding his head and thinking about whether he could snatch the opportunity of one of the so-called "protagonists", a pleasant tinkling sound suddenly appeared in Sherlock's ear.

The voice was so clear and sweet. Based on Sherlock's previous routine of reading novels, Sherlock guessed that his golden finger must have arrived.

"System?? System father?? System mother?? Ancestors??? You are here after finishing your business!!!!"

Sherlock cursed and kept making strange postures, trying to prove that he was not hallucinating just now, and frantically trying to summon the system that had just been triggered.

Not to mention, Sherlock actually succeeded. The moment he made a strange pose, Sherlock was cursing, but he found that he seemed to have arrived in a place that looked like a library in an instant.

The huge bookshelves are lined up in rows with no end in sight, and the books on them all look extremely old, as if they can already be called antiques.

Next to Sherlock were two unusually tall things that looked like vending machines. After studying for a while, Sherlock didn't find out what these two vending machines were selling.

After Sherlock finished studying the two vending machines, Sherlock's attention was immediately attracted by a long box on a table not far in front.

After eagerly stepping forward to open the box, Sherlock was immediately stunned by the contents inside.

The thing inside was extremely familiar to Sherlock. It was the Elder Wand in Harry Potter! And it is an extremely well-made Elder Wand that looks just like the real thing.

"What the hell?"

Sherlock was a little surprised and picked up the Elder Wand in the box. In an instant, a stream of memories flooded into Sherlock's head. It's not quite right to call it a memory, but rather a feeling.

The moment he picked up the Elder Wand, Sherlock was almost certain of one thing, that is, this Elder Wand was absolutely loyal to him, and he could indeed use the magic in Harry Potter with this Elder Wand!

Sherlock, who had been calming down for a while, seemed to have thought of something. The corner of his mouth twitched as he looked at the endless rows of bookshelves not far away.

If Sherlock guessed correctly and he can now use magic with a wand, then the rows of bookshelves should be the so-called magic books in Harry Potter, right?

Putting the wand on his ear, Sherlock went to the bookshelf and began to verify his conjecture. With just one book, Sherlock shed tears of pain.

I never expected that I would have to start my study journey all over again after I graduated a long time ago, and it was totally self-study! !

Think about the protagonists in the novels I read before traveling through time. They either had a sign-in system or a lay-down system, all kinds of things that got something for nothing.

Looking at his endless row of bookshelves, Sherlock couldn't help feeling sad and shed tears of humiliation.

Fortunately, it was not like he had never experienced something like this in his previous life. Coupled with the training of 996, Sherlock sorted out his mood in just a short while.

Damn it, isn’t it just a roll? To be honest, is there any nation in the world that can outdo Great China? For the sake of his own life, Sherlock picked up the "Basics of Magic - From Entry to Burial" in his hand with a look of grief and anger and began to study it.