I'm waving my magic wand in Marvel

There hasn't been any large-scale crime in Hell's Kitchen for a long time.

The originally rampant human trafficking has also been greatly curbed.

This has a lot to do with the imprisonment of Kingpin, the master of Hell's Kitchen.

prison.

The gradually forgotten Wilson Fisk is exercising.

He was alone in the exercise room, assisted by a younger brother he had taken in from prison.

They say it's to help, but in fact it's more of a relief.

Fisk lowered the heavy barbell and gasped slightly.

A prison guard walked into the exercise room and said, "Come here."

A glint flashed in Fisk's eyes. He glanced at the boy next to him and then followed the jailer out.

Along the way out, when the prisoners on the road saw him, some showed hatred, while others showed admiration.

He ignored them all.

When I walked to a closed room, there were already people waiting inside.

Ray and Dax.

Fisk looked at the two FBI agents. He was sitting opposite, with shackles on his hands.

Ray rose through the ranks on the back of the gold and being caught.

At the same time, he also understood that the only way to get more information about the crime was to look for Fix.

"Long time no see," Fisk naturally recognized the man who had handcuffed him back with the police car that day.

And this is the opportunity he has been waiting for a long time.

Use this meeting as an opportunity to regain your freedom.

Fisk lowered his eyelids, calculation flowing in his eyes.

The hatred is also deep in it and will never leave.

"John Wick."

He thought about this name that was unforgettable in his heart.

Since the underground forces cannot trip up that person, then use the power of justice to make that person lose everything just like you!

Dax stared at this guy, and Fisk only thought it was a fear of him from the FBI.

Little did he know that one of the culprits who caused him to fall from heaven to hell was right in front of him.

Ray said, "Let's make a deal."

Deals are always a delight.

Because when it comes to trading, it means surrender and turning around.

Ray was a little greedy, he wanted to get more credit.

That's exactly what Fisker has to offer.

So Fisk smiled and said, "I love trading."

...

John originally said he wanted to see how Kingpin struggled after losing everything, but in fact he had almost forgotten about him.

If Dax hadn't contacted him about Kingpin's transaction with the FBI, John would have forgotten about it.

Can't blame John.

There are priorities.

Do you see what John is dealing with?

Secretary of State, generals, aliens, billionaires, popsicles and big guys that turn green.

What do you think an underground master of Hell's Kitchen can do?

Don't talk about taking action against the government, just say that Tony opened a steel suit and blasted Kingpin's big head and thick neck to ashes in minutes.

Even Steve can farm gold alone. The underground power that guy controls, in the eyes of an experienced World War II veteran, is far worse than the Hydra that was killed with a shield.

Compared with these people, Jinpin really has no cards.

Killing him is nothing more than illegal.

So when he learned that Kingpin was dealing with the FBI and asked for better treatment through the information of many gangs in his hands, John was only surprised for a moment.

To pay attention to this matter is not as interesting as watching a billionaire being abused by a teenager.

John watched Peter pass out from exhaustion each time and began to think about the time this kid would shoot white goo into someone's wall.

Spider-Man is undoubtedly the most popular hero character in Marvel, so after so many years, John still remembers the reason why he became a superhero.

It’s just that he doesn’t know when Peter will be bitten by a spider, and he also comes up with exercise.

Since he has to be his godson, he can't bear to have a weak body and then be bullied in high school.

So John developed a new training program for him.

Peter stood on the edge of the building and looked at John standing next to it.

He was confused.

John visually measured the distance to the building opposite. Well, it wasn't that far.

The main reason is that it looks scary, and the air currents whistling between buildings are beneath your feet.

Peter's legs went weak, and he hugged John's thighs and screamed.

"You will be a man swinging in the city from now on," John pulled the man off and said seriously, "get used to this feeling in advance."

After saying that, he threw the person directly to the other side of the building.

Peter screamed, and John apparated over to catch the person and threw him back.

Back and forth a dozen times.

When Mei got off work, she saw her nephew's dull expression, as if he had been spoiled.

John was questioned the next day. May blocked him at the door and condemned John with her eyes for using little Peter as a shot put.

In this regard, John said.

"I'll buy you that board game you liked last time."

Peter stood up quickly and came to John's side, his eyes becoming firm.

"I can!"

Mei looked at Peter's unfulfilled look in silence.

"What board game?"

"I saw it when I visited the website last time. It was sent by a board game enthusiast."

John took out his mobile phone to find the browsing history and clicked on it.

A name appeared from across the ocean.

"The fission of the earth that created the world."

Even though John didn't seem to understand much, he looked very interesting.

"It says it's suitable for a variety of ways of playing and suitable for more than five people." John smiled, "Maybe we can play it at Christmas."

Mei looked hesitant. She didn't know why she always felt that what John was doing was unreliable.

It may be a game trap, or it may be a human trap.

But he no longer had any intention of raising an army to investigate.

After all, now one is willing to fight and the other is willing to suffer.

Peter sold his body for a toy, which led him to experience the shot put game between buildings every day, which came from his father's deep love.

From the peeing at the beginning, Peter can now calmly enjoy the scenery between the buildings.

Shang-Chi was not torn by John giving up.

His living room was turned into a training room, and Shang-Chi protested, but John was the landlord himself.

Every night, Shang Qi has to complete a variety of training with the strength in his body, otherwise he will not be able to sleep all night.

In this way, under John's care, this month passed.

But Shangqi realized later that his vacation was gone.

He almost collapsed, why was he still living the same life as the Ten Rings Gang?

Even the Ten Rings Gang allows them to take a break without studying.

On the first day of school, John sent two students to school personally.

After the special training, John could relax a little more.

But Matt, whom he hadn't seen for a while, came to visit at this time.

The Second Alliance basically hasn't gotten together since the New York War.

Everyone continues to do their own thing.

Matt continues his life as a lawyer by day and Daredevil by night.

Dax continued to work at the FBI, investigating and ruling out the possibility that other people were night ghosts, and put on clothes at night to look for the next lucky person.

Ivan upgraded the combatants in the laboratory, studied Chitauri technology, and had in-depth discussions with the cafe waiters.

Hattie continued to handle affairs in the company, and also solved some problems for Taran Industries.

Everyone's life is in order.

Matt, who was least likely to find him, was the first to meet him.

John walked into a hotel and treated his lawyer to a meal.

Matt came over with something on his mind, and he said in a deep voice: "Something happened in Hell's Kitchen."

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