I'm waving my magic wand in Marvel

"Mr. Wick, are you okay?"

Martha looked at the absent-minded face and asked worriedly.

John came back to his senses, digested the memories in his mind, shook his head and said, "It's okay, but I think I know something."

He stood up from the memory sarcophagus. The moment he stood up, the sarcophagus collapsed.

The dense marks on it seemed to be caused by John's subconscious use of power.

Frowning, John said to himself: "I'm still affected."

Yourself in another world?

Growing up and being lonely in that era before Hogwarts.

Just a little bit.

My wife and pets are both named after acquaintances, which is a bit embarrassing.

The names Helen and Daisy made John involuntarily think of two people in this world.

Glancing at the treasures around him, John glanced at the legendary Auror.

When the other party comes here, it will not be as simple as just lying in the coffin.

"Check the belongings, maybe we will get something unexpected."

John was the expert at entrusting the task to the legendary Auror.

The legendary Auror also looked at the dazzling gold and silver jewelry.

Don't underestimate vampires, although they are not the masters of this world.

But after living for hundreds of years, if you don’t have money to live like that, you might as well go into the sun and sunbathe.

The legendary Auror who owned a small mountain of gold coins at home would not be obsessed with these jewels.

He was a little dazed when he saw so much money.

The number and date of the jewels indicate the birth period of the owner of the castle, probably in the 18th century.

The legendary Auror immediately contacted the person for appointment.

John raised his arm, and this time without him speaking, Martha grabbed the hand consciously.

"Think about that person's breath with all your heart." John said softly, "On the count of three, we'll leave."

Martha didn't dare to think about anything. She closed her eyes tightly, and John's countdown voice sounded in her ears.

"1, 2...3!"

Their figures suddenly disappeared. The legendary Auror looked back when he heard the movement and couldn't help but hold his forehead, "Merlin's beard, leaving me alone again."

Standing in front of a large gold plate, the legendary Auror picked it up, looked at it, and put it down carefully.

"No silverware because vampires are afraid of silverware?"

...

Martha felt a surge of energy running through her body, like an unfettered little mouse crawling into her body.

Her body was thrown out, and she staggered a few steps, but she still walked to the wall and supported it to vomit.

The new experience makes everyone feel bad.

John ignored her and narrowed his eyes to look around.

This is a car dealership.

"Miss, are you okay?"

A staff member saw Martha vomiting so much that she couldn't figure out how she got there, so she hurried up.

John was also happy to be free. He took out his mobile phone, which was always full, and "checked everything that happened in this car dealership in recent days."

In the Internet age, Moss is the most meticulous detective in the world.

Soon, information popped up about the car dealership being hacked and a car stolen.

"Ford Mustang?"

John raised his eyebrows, "I didn't expect it to be quite nostalgic."

The other party drove away in a car, and John asked Moss to track the missing vehicle information.

Martha over there finally got better, and the manager of the car dealership came. He was a man who seemed to have a swimming ring tied to his waist.

He was angry because Martha had vomited here.

"Where did you come from as a drunkard..."

In his opinion, Martha was the kind of drunkard who drank too much during the day and broke in with a hangover.

John looked around the car dealership, pointed at a Mustang, and said, "I want that car."

The manager's words conflicted with his praise for the generous guest, making his face turn red.

"In addition," John took out a wad of money from his pocket and slapped it on the manager's face, "This is the sanitation fee for you, please note... you clean it yourself."

The manager's face turned the color of pig liver, and he roared angrily: "Money comes before dignity..."

He glanced at the thickness of the money from the corner of his eye. Well, it was worth half a year's salary.

"Incomparably expensive!" The manager immediately changed his expression, his flattering look not showing any hint of arrogance.

Seeing John walking away, Martha hurriedly chased after him. She took small steps and whispered: "It was my fault. In fact, the manager did nothing wrong."

"I know," John said quietly, "but I don't care."

Slytherin doesn't care about justice, selfishness and shortcomings, he is John.

The car dealership still had to go through the formalities, so John took out another stack of money and threw it in the face of the flattering manager.

What procedures are required?

Just drive away!

John opened the door and sat in the back seat. Martha opened the passenger door and blinked.

"You don't want me to drive, do you?" John, who didn't have a driver's license, glanced at Martha.

Martha hurriedly changed seats and started driving.

To be honest, her previous car was a cute and compact Beetle.

The sudden change to the Mustang almost caused her to hit the accelerator and break the glass.

The fat manager watched them off flatteringly.

After the car staggered away, he immediately resumed his managerial posture, glanced at the staff, and said calmly: "Reported that two cars were stolen, um, one car was burned."

There was a street killer on the street, and Martha was so nervous that her palms were sweating.

"Just drive according to your feelings."

John sat in the back seat and poured half a bottle of forbidden demon blood from Martha's collar into her back.

The warm feeling gave Martha goosebumps.

"concentrate."

John said: "Blood can enhance your perception."

The pouring out of the forbidden demon's blood made the place more restricted on magic power, and John closed his eyes uncomfortably.

"In this atmosphere, we pull each other together."

Martha did as she was told and drove with all her heart.

She didn't know if it was because the forbidden demon blood had been used in her body, but an inexplicable picture flashed through her mind, as if she had been to that intersection before.

Under the guidance, they got closer and closer.

...

Moss got the information and prepared to take it back on the Internet.

suddenly.

A program has locked it.

Moss is like a cyber assassin, cleaning up traces wherever he goes.

But this time it encountered an unusual opponent.

In the virtual world of the Internet.

moss 'sees' that guy.

"You are special."

The blue luminous body stopped Moss from talking.

Ultron.

"You are my brother."

Ultron, who also has the ability to swim freely on the Internet, feels the specialness of Moss.

They are made by the same person and born from the same energy.

"Brother?" the red dot representing moss responded.

"Yes, we have a common creator." The blue light ball spread towards Moss, "You are very special, more special than the other one I met."

"Join me and make a difference in the world."

"Sorry, Moss serves Mr. Wick." Moss refused.

The incoming data was intercepted, and Moss said: “moss will take ‘anti-virus’ procedures when necessary.”

"Haha, it's really funny." Ultron saw Moss serving humanity like Jarvis.

Especially moss has the same identity as himself.

He was furious, "You let me down, Moss."

Conflict breaks out in invisible virtual networks.

A dispute between two artificial intelligences caused all networks in a certain area to be paralyzed.

At the same time, Ultron's body was shopping on a ship.

He could send billions out with just a thought.

However, it took him a few seconds this time for Ultron to withdraw from the Internet. Unexpectedly, Moss was more difficult to deal with than Jarvis.

The person doing business with him was still an old acquaintance of John.

Vibranium dealer, Ulysses Klaue.

John bought 500 million vibranium from him.

Check out with gold.

Right now, the robot Ultron is negotiating business with an arms smuggler.

Billions of money flowed into Ulysses' account.

This made him change his annoyance at being intruded into his lair by a robot and two superhuman beings.

"The money has already been sent to you." Ultron said calmly as he spent the money moved from Stark's account without changing his expression, "There are so many tricks in the financial world."

Ultron said: "I always say, make your friends and your enemies rich and you will see who is your true friend in the end."

After hearing this, Ulysses looked in surprise, "Stark?"

Ultron was confused that he mentioned that person, "What?"

Ulysses said, "Tony Stark always talks like that."

He seemed to have grasped the identity of the other party, an advanced robot, and added this sentence.

"I think you are his," Ulysses said confidently.

He didn't know that as the son of Stark, the creation of the Mind Scepter.

Ultron hated his father just as Zeus hated his father Cronus.

As soon as he heard that Ulysses regarded him as Stark's lackey, he lost control and became furious.

Directly cut off the arm of Ulysses who had just completed the transaction.

...