I'm waving my magic wand in Marvel

After a while.

The hanging girl, the boy who broke the light bulb, and the boy who made the blood all looked like heirs in front of John.

"Name." John sat in front of the three people and asked calmly.

"Smedley Taylor."

"Bertrand Odis."

"Eleanor George."

Smedley is a girl's name, Bertram is a light boy, and Elinor is the last.

Coincidentally, John saw the names of the three people when he entered.

Glancing at Eleanor, whose legs were trembling, John said calmly: "Remove the illusion."

Hearing this, Eleanor, who was still holding on, was discouraged.

With a wave of his hands, the blood that originally covered his ankles disappeared.

The old and dilapidated corridors have also disappeared.

Instead, it brings a little warmth and displays various handmade sculptures.

All three of them looked about seventeen or eighteen years old.

That is, high school students.

But the three of them are very special.

They have unusual abilities.

Smedley has the ability to fly and levitate himself.

This is why she plays the role of hanging herself.

Bertram was able to manipulate electricity, making light bulbs flash on and off.

Eleanor is an illusionist who can create realistic illusions and scare people away.

Three people were adopted children from this orphanage.

John looked at Eleanor, his eyes falling on her blurred left eye.

Eleanor's eyes were originally blue, but for some reason, one eye was blind.

Not only him, Smedley looked as if he was fourteen or fifteen years old. He was thin and lacked the height and weight he should have at this age.

Bertram only had one arm.

This was caused by an inhumane human experiment that took place in the magical world.

John destroyed the experiment and rescued the children there.

None of the three had any memory of the experiment.

Because John asked the wizard to eliminate these bad memories and build this place for placement.

Of the original 35 children, [-] suffered irreversible and permanent injuries as a result of the experiment.

The wizarding world owes these people.

John's eyes were deep, "Where is the administrator?"

"Administrator?" Eleanor, the eldest of the three, muttered, "He ran away a long time ago."

"Run away?" John continued to ask.

Elinor said: "Teacher Greg was very kind to us at first, but after he left, the new administrator Charlie started to manage us strictly."

"Once Smedley took off, he got scared and ran away and never came back."

Speaking of this, Eleanor was very angry, "After he left, the teachers had no choice but to leave because they had no wages."

"I remember that wages were being paid all the time," John's eyes flashed with a cold light, "It seems that someone has accepted the money."

Seeing that John knew very well about the welfare home, the three of them looked at each other, and Bertram asked later: "Are you from the government?"

"No," John regained his composure, "I am the...investor of this orphanage."

John looked around, "Is there anyone else here besides you?"

"Yes, Gerald went to the city to buy things. It's too far from the store."

"Have you never thought about going to school?" John heard him say that the school teacher was gone and asked, "Where are you studying?"

"No school would want monsters like us." Smedley looked gloomy.

Compared with those normal children, they are all aliens in appearance and ability.

So they would rather stay in the orphanage than go out.

The three of them were the youngest among the children who were originally sent to Silver Hand Angel Welfare Home.

He may have forgotten about that inhuman experiment, but the strange looks from outside were deeply etched into his mind.

John sighed, and the normal child was adopted and taken away.

Those with abnormal disabilities can only continue to stay here.

Maybe they also long to be taken away by their families.

But John knew that was impossible.

Their parents were long gone, killed by wizards.

"What's going on?" He took out the letter urging eviction, "I don't remember anyone buying this place."

"It's them, those damn guys!"

As soon as she saw this letter, Elinor became furious.

A businessman took a fancy to this place, especially after learning that it was just a welfare home and not under government control.

They harassed the children in an attempt to get them to move out.

As for the owner here, after hearing that no outsiders had come here for more than ten years, the businessman immediately concluded that the owner either didn't know about it or was no longer here at all.

As an evil force, they are not afraid of anyone looking for trouble.

Eleanor made such a big noise to scare away those people.

But unexpectedly, John came to Ao first.

All the tactics used to deal with businessmen were used on John, and they didn't work.

"Dad also had his moments when he was dealt with by evil forces."

John rubbed his eyebrows.

This place was originally named John, probably because of this, those people thought it was a good place.

After all, who doesn't know that the underground president has a son and even runs a welfare home?

"I will solve these things for you." Solving this matter was just a matter of convenience, John said, "clarify your matters first."

"We?" Eleanor was in a daze.

Why does it sound like the person who makes him and others feel like they are facing a formidable enemy, is like a little thing that can be crushed to death at will?

John guessed that those magic experiments had mutated, giving the three people different abilities.

As the saying goes, the rich rely on technology, and the poor rely on mutation.

Three people gave birth to three superpowers.

Flight, electricity, illusions.

Only three people have limited development.

Like flying, it can only fly up to ten meters.

The electricity was even worse. He looked extremely weak even if the light flashed or exploded, let alone discharged.

Illusions are a bit better, and they can only produce some blood water and the like.

If you use it well, you don't need to plan to scare people. You can just knock on the door and fly away the harassing businessman.

"Why don't you just give it to the Son of Miracle?" John looked at the three of them silently.

Well, the image isn't that great.

I don’t know if Mycroft, who wants to form the modern Knights of the Round Table, will accept him.

These abilities are wasted if not used.

I don’t know how many of the original batch of orphanage students developed super powers like the three of them.

He made a phone call to deal with the businessman's affairs.

...

new York.

In the Tallan Industrial Building.

Olof sighed.

"When your son was here, I only had to drive a Rolls-Royce out every day to fool around."

His eyes moved to the luxurious leather sofa in the office.

There sat Watson Wick in a gray suit.

Listening to his old friend's complaints, Watson had a proud look on his face.

"I don't even look at whose son it is."

His proud look made Olof grit his teeth.

Danny, Orlov's bodyguard, always has his eyes fixed on one person.

The man stood next to Watson, facing Danny's wary eyes, he just smiled without showing his teeth.

"Who is this?" Orlov also noticed the man and asked from the CEO position.

Watson picked up the photo of his son on the table, ran his fingers over the frame, and said, "Rock Rumlow."

Rumlow said respectfully: "It is an honor to be able to work for you, Mr. Wick."

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