I'm waving my magic wand in Marvel

General Ross, head of military transition.

After the Stark Arms Department closed down, a large order was placed from Hammer Industries.

And this large order seems to be unfinished.

Originally, General Ross was ready to take back these orders.

But an unexpected incident changed his view.

Hammer Industries was actually acquired.

And the person who acquires it extends an invitation to himself.

"Wick." General Ross was sitting in the conference room.

His face was dark, and the information about Wick was in his mind.

As a general with military power, he knew better.

Regarding Wick, there may be support from the UK.

And there are traces of Wick in Russia.

This underground alliance with power all over the world was established by one person.

The government intends to stabilize underground forces, so it maintains a wait-and-see attitude towards the existence of underground alliances, and even has some support.

Wick's profile isn't a secretive thing.

Perhaps it can be said that it was because of this that the man was able to sit in the underground alliance.

An unknown enemy versus a well-known enemy.

Everyone will choose the latter.

"When you directly chose to become a transparent person and be targeted by intelligence agencies around the world, Watson Wick, you are a tycoon of a generation."

Heroes value heroes, General Ross even had a little admiration for that man's actions.

A so-called transparent person is someone who accepts the gaze of intelligence agencies around the world.

He showed up somewhere, ate somewhere, coughed a few times, touched his hair a few times.

All recorded in intelligence agency files.

Transparent people will not take the initiative to drive away agents, and they even acquiesce in the existence of agents.

A life without secrets can drive a normal person crazy.

General Ross thought he could not bear this kind of life.

The door to the conference room was opened.

His thoughts stopped and he raised his gaze.

falls on those who come in.

"John Wick," General Ross smiled with unknown meaning. He looked at the visitor meaningfully, "You are very confident, squandering your father's company and making stupid decisions."

He began his teaching after John came in.

"Hammer Industries has lost the trust of the military because of the expo incident. At this time, Hammer Industries is a leaky network full of holes. There will be no benefit to you if you get it."

General Ross is not young. He has white hair and a beard and looks serious and rigid.

Such a person would not be a good grandfather or father.

John didn't refute, just sat down and said to Natasha: "I think whiskey is very suitable for an iron-blooded general."

Natasha glanced at John, nodded and left.

Soon Natasha came back with whiskey.

General Ross stopped his eloquent speech. He frowned and looked at John not knowing what to do.

"The military's orders need to be shouldered by someone, and the US$7080 billion defense budget must be used somewhere."

John finally spoke. He picked up the wine glass and poured wine into it.

Amber wine fell in the glass.

The whole time he was telling the truth as easily as he could.

"Stark Industries announced the closure of the weapons manufacturing department, and a large number of orders flowed to Hammer Industries."

"As a military member who has used Hammer Industrial production equipment, you should understand that some things cannot be erased by one failure."

It's not like the military has never used weapons from Hammer Industries. Not to say they're better than Stark, at least they're not too far behind.

Mainly Iron Soldiers.

Walking to General Ross and putting down the cup, John chuckled: "You think that's a failure?"

"Isn't it?" General Ross said solemnly, "New York was attacked by out-of-control steel soldiers."

"No, no, no, that was a success." John stood behind Ross, "You see what the Iron Soldier is capable of."

"Their loss of control was caused by deliberate manipulation by the designers," John said meaningfully as he slowly walked back to sit across from General Ross, "After all, we only have one Iron Man, right?"

Yes.

Iron Soldier is exploding.

But that was the program set by Ivan.

What about before the explosion?

Able to attack enemies, take off, and launch missiles.

A robot capable of fighting off Iron Man, and a driverless robot means absolute loyalty.

They won't go against the Department of Defense like Iron Man Tony Stark.

Nor will the mission fail due to personal emotions or cowardice.

And what does the army need?

A loyal soldier who will not betray.

So except for the last part where Ivan was buried in a pit and allowed Iron Soldiers to attack Iron Man, the other performances made the military very satisfied.

General Ross only chose to come here after receiving John's promise that he could recreate the Iron Soldier.

To be honest, if Hammer Industries can continue to produce steel soldiers and promise that the last incident will not happen, the military will not give up on Hammer Industries.

They wanted an Iron Man force, but Tony Stark wasn't willing to hand over the technology.

The next best thing is to get the Iron Soldiers.

"Yes, we only have one Iron Man," General Ross pushed away the wine glass, lit a cigar, put it in his mouth and exhaled a puff of smoke, saying meaningfully, "but you have no other choice."

"Tony Stark is an undoubted genius," John admitted with a nod, "I really can't give you his armor."

"But..." John smiled, "I can give you what you want."

"for example?"

"Absolutely loyal soldier."

John's smile continued, but Natasha's pupils constricted.

Iron soldier?

General Ross was noncommittal and sneered: "As far as I know, it is Ivan Vanko's credit that Hammer Industries can produce steel soldiers."

"Indeed," John placed his fingers on the table for a while and said with a smile, "Then let me tell you, before Ivan Vanke died, did he leave a backup of Iron Soldier technology in Hammer Industries?"

"Huh?" General Ross's smile disappeared. He stared at John's young face, wondering whether the other party was joking.

"This is not a funny thing, Wick," General Ross said with a frown, "You think I would believe it?"

"You're going to believe it because it's true."

John held up a finger and said, "In one month, we will hand over the same steel soldiers as at the expo, and what you have to do is to hold back those orders for a month."

If it is really an Iron Soldier, then this month of waiting will not be painful.

General Ross was lost in thought.

John continued to release the news, "I can promise that it will perform better than the Iron Soldier you have ever seen."

"You know what you are talking to me is not a trivial matter," General Ross pondered for a while and then bargained, "I can promise you to wait for one month, but on the original basis, the order price will drop by 10%."

General Ross is also an old fox. It’s true that if you cut off 10% of the price of a steel soldier that costs hundreds of millions, they can have a lot of money left.

It's fake, they just spent a month waiting.

No matter which one, he will not lose.

If it were Hammer, he would definitely agree without hesitation.

Because this is the only chance for Hammer Industries to turn around. Money is not important, but the trust of the Ministry of Defense is important.

But John stopped tapping his fingers on the table and said calmly: "The price increased by 10%."

"What are you talking about?" General Ross almost thought he heard wrongly.

Increase instead of decrease?

Are you stupid, or am I stupid?

John said meaningfully: "In the future, do you expect Iron Man to be the savior, or the Ministry of Defense?"

"In exchange of equal value, superior steel soldiers require superior price."

General Ross sat there and thought for a while. He picked up the glass with a gloomy face and drank the whiskey in it.

Put the cup down hard.

"The performance will increase and the price will increase by 10%." General Ross said coldly, "On the contrary, I will send you out of the United States on espionage charges."

John raised his eyebrows and said casually: "This is a big order."

General Ross stood up and walked to John's side and stopped. He leaned down and threatened in John's ear: "You should understand that life and death depend on this month."

"Do something for me, and you can see the results in half a month." John didn't take the threat to heart at all, and smiled casually, "Help me check the people related to the Hell's Kitchen gang."

General Ross had veins pulsing in his forehead. He took two deep breaths before suppressing the urge to draw his gun.

He left Hammer Industries with a black face.

John shrugged, walked over and threw the cup General Ross drank from into the trash can.

Natasha said in surprise: "Aren't you afraid that he will withdraw the order directly?"

"It's not me who needs orders," John sneered. "Thanks to Stark, he makes the Ministry of Defense hold its breath."

If Tony had not said that the Ministry of Defense would invite him, unless he was appointed as the Minister of Defense, he would be filled with hatred from those American soldiers.

It is estimated that even if he has the skills to make steel soldiers, he will not be able to make General Ross swallow his anger.

After all, everyone in the Department of Defense wants to take a breath.

Natasha was speechless and asked: "What about the Iron Soldier?"

"Oh, it can be made." John didn't mean to hide it. He smelled the whiskey and threw the valuable bottle of wine into the trash can. "You have to be honest. Of course I won't lie to him."

Can you make steel soldiers?

Natasha kept up with John's departure. She continued to dig out information from John and asked, "It's impossible to make a steel soldier with improved performance in half a month."

"Tony Stark built a set of steel armor out of scrap metal in a cave. I have the most advanced equipment and an experienced team in the world here."

John chuckled: "I don't think it's impossible."

confidence?

Or is there any other way?

Natasha couldn't understand this person more and more.

John stopped in the lobby of Hammer Industries and looked sideways at the TV that was playing.

"It seems that he received my greetings."

Natasha looked at it in confusion. News from war-torn areas was playing on the TV.

"There was a rebellion within the well-known terrorist organization, the Ten Commandments Gang. The leader was assassinated and his life or death is unknown. Many locations of the Ten Commandments Gang were evacuated."

...

After running away from the church, the priest was confused.

He was sleepwalking with only one sentence in his mind.

"Kill the leader."

He was discovered by the police and taken to the police station.

On the way, he strangled the policeman driving the police car, took the police car and drove to the dock.

Drive the yacht away.

Then he took a plane using the fake passport he had saved, and finally returned to the leader.

The boss once almost died because of Iron Man. When he saw the priest coming, he immediately asked him to come over.

He asked about the mission to assassinate Wick.

The priest replied respectfully: "The mission failed, chief."

"Huh?" the leader snorted coldly, "If you fail, what are you going to come back for?"

The priest smiled slightly and pulled out a pocket pistol from the priest's clothes.

"Wick says hello."

Pull the trigger.

The bullet hit the stunned leader.

Immediately afterwards, members of the Ten Rings gang who discovered the gunfire killed the priest.

The priest is dead and his left hand is open.

A gold coin rolled out of it.

The injured leader of the Ten Rings Gang was covering his left chest where he was shot. His body constitution was different, and his heart was more to the right than ordinary people.

After struggling to pick up the gold coin, he stared at the logo belonging to the Underground Alliance on it, his pupils trembling.

Gunshots sounded.

One of his men is shot in the head, and a killer arrives in native dress.

After seeing the leader, the killer's eyes were full of greed.

Pandora's box is opened and all the costs will never stop appearing.

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