I'm waving my magic wand in Marvel

"Mr. Wick, did your father leave you anything?"

Killian smiled and said, "For example, a bottle of potion?"

He looks for the bottle of Extremis virus that was taken away.

The bottle that Watson Wick took away was not ordinary, it was the original Extremis virus.

It is also the most important one.

Killian thought John went to Pym Technology, which is also a technology company, to research the Extremis virus.

This brings him before John.

He stared at John, with a hint of danger hidden in his eyes, "That thing is the company's asset. I hope Mr. Wick can return the product of aim."

John met Killian's eyes and he smiled: "I'm sorry, I didn't see that thing."

Killian frowned and looked at John deeply for a while.

"Well, I hope Mr. Wick can inform me if he has news about your father."

Killian stood up and said with a fake smile: "That thing is really important to me. Dr. Maya Hansen hasn't had a good night's sleep because of it."

"I'm sorry for what happened to Mr. Watson Wick."

He finally said, "Goodbye, Mr. Wick."

He leaves the conference room.

John watched him go away, and Hattie said: "He seems to be threatening you?"

"It appears that you have knowledge of my father's attack."

John said with a deadpan expression: "My father took something important from him and he is doing whatever it takes to get it back."

"What needs to be done?" Hatty knew that John would not let him go so easily.

John showed a smile similar to Killian's, "Of course I will find it and then solve it."

...

Ferdinand is not technically an employee of Taran Industries. He is John's personal driver.

Although he usually brags in front of the beautiful female employees in the company how much his boss trusts him, in fact everyone knows that this guy does not have an employee card.

So naturally I don’t have my own office.

When his boss got off work, he had no choice but to sit on the sofa in the lobby.

Ferdinand looked at the short-haired man sitting opposite him, with disdain on his face.

"You can tell at a glance that he is a social worm. Unlike me, I have half a foot in the upper class society."

As a former gangster, Ferdinand showed great disdain for that man.

Although he is only a driver, he is Mr. Wick's driver.

That's someone who can get a government executive with just one phone call.

There is a saying in the East.

The seven-rank official in front of the prime minister's gate.

Even if I don’t say it’s the seventh grade, there must be an eighth grade.

The other party also noticed Ferdinand, maybe because his long face looked like a donkey's, which was too eye-catching.

Seeing the disdain in Ferdinand's eyes, the short-haired man smiled and flipped through this month's Vanity Fair magazine in his hand.

On the cover are a pair of twin models, with long legs, a small waist and golden waves.

The protagonist of this issue is not John, but an Oriental rich man named Ma who started his career through online shopping.

"Savin, let's go."

Killian lost his smile as he left the conference room and asked the short-haired man to leave.

Savin is the name of the short-haired man. Before leaving the company, Savin looked at Ferdinand, and an orange-red light flashed across his face and disappeared.

Ferdinand thought he had seen it wrong.

He soon received a call from his boss and hurried over to the garage.

On the manicured streets of Manhattan, a car ran amok, passing five cars in ten seconds, and finally stopped under an expensive building.

John got out of the car and asked Ferdinand to wait here.

Ferdinand was bored, leaning against the car door and scanning the area casually.

And in the distance, Savin stared at John walking upstairs.

Wick's house.

John heads to Dad's study.

There was a safe sitting there. John didn't have the combination, but that didn't matter.

He pulled out his wand and pointed it at the safe, "alobomora."

The magic power entered along the wand, and this most advanced safe with the highest level of defense began to open automatically.

After more than ten seconds passed, the heavy safe door opened.

John began to search, wondering if he had missed something last time.

Watching from within this safe, John raised his wand and used his almighty magic.

"The desperate virus is coming."

The wand was waved, and after a few seconds, John stared at the safe where there was no movement, then turned back towards the room where the movement was coming from.

"Tuk Tuk..."

The voice came from the glory room downstairs.

John listened to the banging from behind the door and opened it silently.

His eyes were fixed on the bookshelf lined with Gilderoy Lockhart's works.

Walking over, he opened the cabinet.

A book that had been the best-selling book in The Witcher for 52 consecutive weeks flew into my hands.

John opened it and found a groove in the page inside.

In the groove, the orange-red liquid reagent bottle broke free and flew into John's hand.

Killian probably never imagined that his father would put this thing in a book.

Who made the glory room too undefended?

No one expected this thing to be in a safe, not in a house filled with magic props.

"Extremis virus?" John stared at this thing, and he remembered that he still had a serum.

The name of the Extremis virus is somewhat familiar.

As it sounded familiar, John guessed which Marvel work it should have appeared in.

Apart from being familiar with the Avengers movies, he hasn't read too many personal biographies, mainly because there are too many.

As a result, there are gaps in the plot he remembers from time to time.

Since it has appeared in Marvel works, there is nothing wrong with putting it away.

It's like a regeneration cradle. Although I don't understand it very well, it would be nice to get it.

When I find time, I can study the Extremis virus, and I can also analyze the bottle of serum.

John's grade in potions class is the first in his grade. Although potions are a little different from these genetic matters, they are all about research and treatment on the human body, so there is not much difference between them.

He has this confidence that he can study it.

Even if he couldn't research it, he still had a company he could use to research it, or even worse, Tony Stark.

Compared to Ivan, a physics genius, Tony is a fully developed hexagonal genius.

With the Extremis virus in hand, John was about to stuff it into his pocket when he paused.

"How about some fishing enforcement?"

He narrowed his eyes.

While in the conference room, John knew Killian's thoughts through Legilimency.

I also know something. It goes without saying how important the Extremis virus is to Killian. More importantly, that person has bad thoughts about his father.

He was responsible for the attack on his father. Although it was unsuccessful, the other party's behavior also angered John.

I found a box at home to carry it.

He just walked out the door.

Savin, who was watching John, watched him take the box and get into the car and leave.

Savin reported to Killian, "John Wick left with a box containing suspected Extremis virus."

Killian heard this, "Did Watson Wick really leave things to his son?"

He said unkindly: "Follow him and find an opportunity to get the things back."

Savin said yes and got into another car to follow John.

Killian turned to look at the computer.

In the computer video, a big face appeared.

Wearing a large white suit, it was stretched just right by that body of flesh.

This was Killian's partner, but unfortunately a few months ago, he offended someone and was wiped out.

His partner is called...

Wilson Fisk.

And the attack that occurred a year ago was exactly a killing plot created by their cooperation.

Unfortunately, it failed.

They have a new opponent.

John Wick.

Fisk sat under the FBI surveillance camera and smiled evilly.

"The game has just begun."

The FBI, which was monitoring him today, turned a blind eye to him.

These people have already been bribed.

Not only heroes form alliances, but villains do too.

...