I'm waving my magic wand in Marvel

early morning.

Warm sunlight enters through the transparent floor-to-ceiling windows.

The Tyndall effect graces this room with beautiful paintings.

The owner of the room held two pieces of metal in his hand.

The golden flames radiated high temperatures, twisting the air.

"It's really resistant to high temperatures."

John pinched the golden flame and let it go out in his hands.

These two pieces of metal removed from the Destroyer were only slightly deformed.

It is not easy to melt this magical metal, especially when it is re-melted after being shaped.

Its difficulty is greatly increased.

John bathed in the early morning sunshine, his eyes retained the sunshine, with a hint of golden sanctity.

"It's so inconvenient to be in this place."

He wondered if he should change places.

My parents have no intention of coming back, and my sister is not at home yet.

Although it is a mansion that ordinary people dream of, for him, it is not as comfortable as staying in his own small house in London.

Many methods cannot be used in this densely populated area.

"Ding dong."

The doorbell rang.

John put away the metal piece and walked downstairs.

As soon as he reached the door, he heard the door open.

Natasha opened the door and walked in. She was wearing a low-cut black dress today.

Her wavy red hair is scattered on her shoulders, and she wears a pair of rimless glasses, giving her an intellectual charm.

John sighed and said, "You can't just pick the lock and get in every time, Miss Romanoff."

"Really?" Natasha rolled her eyes at John, "If my boss can remember that today is the last delivery date for his military order, maybe I will choose to wait for him to take his time."

"Today?" John slapped his forehead and suddenly said, "I said something seems to have happened today."

Natasha just sneered at this.

She came in with her tablet in her arms, as if she were at home, and said as she walked: "From the time you made the agreement with General Ross, you haven't even gone to the company once."

"I need safety," John walked to the cupboard and took out some coffee beans and poured them into the grinder. "Didn't you tell me that?"

"The Ten Commandments Gang is watching eagerly outside." John said with a smile.

This made Natasha even more angry, and she was about to speak.

I heard the noisy sound of the grinder starting up.

She had no choice but to close her mouth and wait for the grinding of the coffee beans to finish.

"you……"

"Buzzing—"

The machine started up again, Natasha stepped on her high heels, walked quickly to John, and turned off the grinder.

"You issued the reward," Natasha took a deep breath and said, "The reward you issued at the Continental Hotel has kept the leader of the Ten Rings Gang silent for half a month."

"Not even SHIELD knows if he's dead or alive."

Natasha stared at John's lips, "Where did you get the money?"

"Were you responsible for what happened in hell and heaven?"

"There's also an underground vault, which is where all the gangs in Hell's Kitchen keep their money."

She asked three questions in a row.

But John noticed her little movement and asked, "Why don't you look into my eyes?"

He leaned forward so that his nose was within an inch of Natasha's.

An uninhibited smile appeared on his lips, "This is polite, isn't it?"

Natasha didn't look at those beautiful red-brown eyes. She turned her head and said, "It's also polite to answer questions."

John couldn't help but laugh.

He took the ground coffee from the grinder and put it into the coffee machine.

A strong aroma of coffee slowly floated out.

"You seem to know something." John took out two cups and said casually, "SHIELD is really powerful."

"Not S.H.I.E.L.D."

Natasha turned her face and said, "It's me."

"Oh?" John said in surprise, "You are really immodest."

"I checked for five years," Natasha said, "after the attack."

"I still can't underestimate you."

After two cups of coffee were brewed, John handed one to Natasha.

He understood that Natasha was guarding herself.

John is not surprised. After all, as an agent, if you trust someone easily, you will already be dead.

He skipped the topic and walked towards the living room.

"Miss Romanoff, give me some good news."

The TV turned on automatically, and John sat on the sofa, watching the morning news and listening to Natasha's report on the company.

"Hammer Industrial Weapons R&D has completed assembly of the new Iron Soldier and will go to the Air Force base for testing today."

Natasha opened the tablet and tapped her finger on it.

"The news about the new energy development department established by Tallan Industries leaked out. Under the reports of major media, they are not optimistic about such a move."

“This has impacted Tallan Industries’ shares.”

this is normal phenomenon.

Even a company as powerful as Stark Industries was ridiculed by a large group of people after closing its weapons department and switching to energy. At that time, its stock price was still falling.

"They think Taran Industries should learn from Stark Industries," John said noncommittally, holding a cup of coffee, "but Taran Industries doesn't have Iron Man."

iron Man?

Really do not have?

John smiled inwardly.

I'm afraid those who are anxious to sell their stocks should regret it.

Natasha looked at him and couldn't say anything.

After all, even SHIELD couldn't see how Taran Industries could survive by playing with energy in front of a behemoth like Stark?

The harmonious hours of the morning passed quickly.

When Natasha and I went out, a new car was waiting for them.

Ferdinand was sitting in the car, still chewing on the sandwich his mother had made for him.

When he saw the boss coming, he quickly got out of the car and opened the door for John.

"Natalie, this way..."

"I know," Natasha walked to the passenger seat and sat down, raising her eyebrows and said, "He doesn't like sitting with others."

As a colleague, Ferdinand felt that this female assistant seemed to have a quarrel with his boss, but as a young driver, he did not dare to ask more questions.

The car that Roman drove away was still being repaired, and it was estimated that it would take half a month to be repaired.

John calculated in his father's garage that there would still be a while before his father could buy a new car.

Ferdinand's driving was still as arrogant as ever, but he was much more restrained than before.

Go to Hammer Industries.

Now the majority owner and chairman of Hammer Industries, John went straight to the job shop.

A brand new Iron Soldier stands on the platform, two meters high and equipped with Hammer weapons. It is an Army combat Iron Soldier.

There is only one person operating the entire workshop.

The man took out a USB flash drive and inserted it into the computer, and his fingers with various tattoos were tapping on the keyboard.

A white parrot next to him was eating nuts and occasionally taking a sip of wine from a beer can.

John walked in and saw this scene. He randomly picked up the peanuts from the food plate and stuffed them into the parrot's mouth.

"Is the procedure ready?"

Ivan, who had a shaved head and shaved off his beard and looked ten years younger, took a sip of his beer and said confidently: "It's just one step away from success."

John smiled, Natasha came over, she looked at Ivan and frowned, this man looked very familiar.

Ivan remembered this woman. The last time he caused trouble at Hammer Industries, Natasha solved all the security of Hammer Industries by herself.

"Women are like poisoned wine." He muttered in Russian.

John glanced at Natasha and said, "We are going to the air force base in the afternoon."

"You should go, I don't want to go there."

Ivan grinned, he was a 'dead man' now, and he didn't want to waste his life before successfully retaliating against Stark Industries.

Understanding his concerns, John nodded and said: "Then you are drinking vodka here, but I want to remind you that parrots should drink less alcohol."

"My bird is different," Ivan said with a laugh as he handed the beer to the parrot, "it will never get drunk after a thousand cups."

Natasha picked up the phone and said, "General Ross is ready to go to the air force base."

"Have the crew transport the Iron Soldiers over," John said.

Ivan unplugged the USB flash drive and put it into his pocket. He saw John's curious eyes and said, "This is a system program that I optimized myself."

...

in the afternoon.

Air base.

This is a large desert.

General Ross looked at the brand new Iron Soldier, which was a little different from the one he saw at the expo last time.

John wore a suit and a rare tie.

"This is a brand new Iron Soldier. It will only be faster, stronger and more precise than the previous generation."

He stood in front of the Iron Soldiers, facing many people headed by General Ross.

There was also an old friend among them.

Rhodes.

God knows, when Rhodes saw the steel soldier in front of him, he almost put on his armor and prepared to blow it up.

His eyes changed, and he looked at John more warily.

Recreating Iron Soldier is not something Hammer Industries can do.

And Taran Industries couldn't do it either.

Well there is only one person.

ivan.

John held out his hand and the Iron Soldier began to move.

First is the speed test.

On the battlefield, movement speed and defense are both crucial.

The Iron Soldier runs at full speed and can even outrun the off-road jeep by pressing the accelerator to the bottom.

The defensive power is even more astonishing. It was unscathed by the bullets. Even the artillery attack only left a scorch on the surface coating.

does not interfere with normal operations.

The Iron Soldier has two missile muzzles on its shoulders.

Open the square box and the missiles inside pour out.

It doesn't take half a minute to smooth out a small hill.

The two missile magazines on the shoulders are replaceable. After the missile is empty, it can be directly opened and replaced with a new magazine.

The arm is connected with powerful firepower to quickly smash a car into sieves.

Even the tank was pried and almost overturned when the Iron Soldiers hit it at full speed.

This test tested multiple aspects such as mobility, defense, and destructive power.

The results obtained made General Ross's rigid and serious face unconsciously show a look of satisfaction.

Compared with the previous version of the Iron Soldier, which was modified within a week from existing materials, this version was completely supervised by Ivan, so it is naturally much more powerful.

After the test, Lian Rhodes had to admit that with this thing, America's security would be as strong as an iron barrel.

But as a participant in this test, Rhodes still raised his own questions, "Safety. The last time the Iron Soldiers were remotely controlled, New York suffered heavy losses."

"You can rest assured about this. Each Iron Soldier has an independent network and is connected to an independent server. Unless someone can directly steal the internal server, it is simply impossible."

As long as I don't come online, I won't be hacked.

Simple and crude methods are often the most effective.

After watching, General Ross reached out to John and said, "You kept the order, Mr. Wick."

"It's just an exchange of equal value," John smiled, "an exchange of money and technology."

"We want fifty units each, as well as the Navy and Air Force series."

This is an order of more than [-] billion, which can bring Hammer Industrial back to life in one fell swoop.

If Justin Hammer knew about it, it would probably make him feel guilty.

John held the hand with a smile on his face, "My assistant will arrange all this for us."

He looked at Natasha and winked at her.

The tool man sent by SHIELD has top-notch business capabilities.

Regarding the return of Hammer Industries, there has been no publicity yet.

But when it becomes known, Hammer Industries will return to its leading position in the weapons manufacturing industry.

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