I'm waving my magic wand in Marvel

That night, John took a plane back to New York.

The first thing I did after landing was to get in a police car.

"This is Agent Dax, Mr. Wick." An FBI agent named Ray Nadeem introduced John.

John sat in the chair and he sighed, "I thought I could wait until my driver came to pick me up."

He glanced at Agent Dax. This guy gave off a dangerous feeling.

Lei, on the other hand, showed a sense of justice.

This feeling is not annoying, or in other words, John does not dislike this kind of person.

"We need your help investigating a gang case in Hell's Kitchen," Ray said.

Ray Nadeem is an agent with a sense of justice.

His family has brought him a lot of pressure, and his living expenses and work are not going smoothly.

These did not overwhelm him, but they made him urgently need a piece of credit to gain more.

"Hell and Heaven, I think you are no stranger to this." Lei Zhengse said, "There is information that you are going to Hell's Kitchen, and the person who takes you there is your driver, Ferdinand, a former Brooklyn gangster."

"I need my lawyer." John played with the silver ring casually, "I don't want to talk to you until my lawyer arrives."

This attitude gave Lei a headache.

But there was nothing he could do, because all this was within the scope of the law.

Even the most vicious criminals in prison still have the right to summon a lawyer.

"I know you are not a bad person, Mr. Wick." Lei said solemnly, "You may not know that that night was not just the disappearance of a gang. There was actually a huge contraband transaction that took place that night."

"Hell and Heaven use human bodies to transport poison. That's just a transaction."

Lei said seriously: "I need your help to find out what happened that night and who showed up?"

He moved him emotionally and rationally, hoping to convince John.

John took out his cell phone and dialed a number.

After a short wait, the call was picked up.

"you are busy?"

John heard the muffled sound coming from over there, and he looked strange.

Matt on the other end of the phone was transforming into Daredevil, spinning and kicking in the air, knocking down a knife-wielding thug who was wandering the streets.

"what's up?"

"I was approached by the FBI," John shrugged, "But I see that you are not available, so it seems that I have to find Fudge."

Matt over there was about to respond when he was hit in the waist with a stick. He grabbed the stick to disarm him and kicked him away.

The phone was hung up, and Matt panted and looked around to see if there was anyone else.

He reached out and touched his arm, the moist blood rubbing against his fingers.

"Equipment?"

He began to think about John's proposal. As Daredevil, who fights crime at night, injuries are inevitable.

The current battle uniform is just a black suit with a simple hood and mask.

Basically no protection at all.

If there is a suitable suit, Matt can better fight criminals.

But among the people he knew, there were almost no people who could make such clothes.

...

John dialed again and was quickly connected this time.

"Nelson Murdoch LLP."

"I think my lawyer is willing to deal with some of the FBI stalking for his employer." John heard Fudge's voice and chuckled, "Of course, we pay per order."

As soon as Fudge heard John's voice, he immediately became energetic.

After the last incident at the police station, John paid a considerable commission to the law firm.

For such a rich second generation, Fudge had no choice but to hold on tightly.

After leaving a message of coming right away, Fudge hung up the phone.

Lei saw John's attitude throughout the whole process, and he was angry and helpless.

This kind of uncooperative person gave him a huge headache.

Dax looked unkind and stared at John's face, a trace of bloodlust flashing in his eyes.

John took everything in his eyes, flicked his finger, and the silver ring rose into the air under the gaze of the two FBI.

Dax takes action.

His left hand drew an afterimage.

When he was about to touch the ring, his other hand moved faster and took the ring from his fingers that were about to close.

Dax kept his fist in the air, his eyes fixed on the silver ring rolling back and forth on the back of the man's finger.

"You seem dishonest, Agent Dax."

John looked at him with a half-smile, and the ring bounced up again as if provoking.

This time, it flew towards Dax's face.

The silver ring magnified in front of his eyes, and Dax reacted quickly and retracted his hand.

Nearly.

Dax even had a smile on his face.

next second.

One hand was in front of him, fingers passing through the circle of the ring.

Just like this, Dax's proud eyesight was once again frustrated.

Dax couldn't believe it.

He lost both of these encounters.

John rubbed the ring and said meaningfully: "You think you are fast, but someone is faster, Dax."

Ray couldn't understand their confrontation, he just saw the two men competing in the ring game.

The door was knocked.

Fugit combed his hair specially, but luckily he didn't have time to apply hairspray.

"Everything that follows will be represented by myself, Mr. John Wick."

Fudge, wearing a blue suit and a yellow-red striped tie, said seriously: "My client has the right to reject all unreasonable requests as long as there is no crime involved."

"Oh, God, you are finally here, my dear Mr. Lawyer." John stood up and pressed Fudge's shoulder, making him sit where he was just now.

John smiled and said: "The law will protect everyone."

"These two gentlemen agents wanted to know something about me being in Hell's Kitchen that day, and I think my attorney knew that."

Lei opened his mouth, but stopped talking, and finally turned into a sigh.

Dax was still immersed in his failure just now, and the bloodlust and madness in his eyes were clearly visible to John.

This man is restraining his instincts.

John waved his hand and left at the police station.

Fudge cleared his throat. He could foresee that this was going to be a big battle.

John was still very loyal and did not leave Fudge alone at the police station.

He called Ferdinand.

"Boss?" Ferdinand over there was a little flustered.

John was a little suspicious, "You're not doing anything illegal or disciplinary, are you?"

"If you do, just ask Fudge to solve it for you."

"No, how could it be?" Ferdinand laughed awkwardly. He was standing at the door of his house, his eyes were covered with red threads, and he was holding a baseball bat in his hand.

"Boss, what's the matter?"

"I'm at the NYPD, come pick me up." John didn't want to walk home.

When he heard that he wanted to use a car, Ferdinand's heart trembled and he stammered: "Boss, are you going back to New York so soon?"

"There's nothing fun in New Mexico." John said casually, "Some cowboys and Indian chiefs. I don't have the habit of smoking marijuana."

Ferdinand swallowed and opened his mouth, "Okay, I'll be there soon."

The phone hangs up.

Ferdinand looked at the empty parking space with despair on his face.

Will I lose my job after all?

...

NYPD.

Fudge walked away with his head held high like a victorious cock.

Behind him, Lei couldn't help but sigh.

Dax reacted to the defeat.

"Look, this guy is as slippery as a loach."

FBI agent Joe gloated over his cup of coffee.

Ray takes the John Wick case from him.

He was the son of the underground president. Any information that leaked out in his hands could get him a promotion, raise his salary, become director, and reach the pinnacle of his life.

"Lei, let me give you a piece of advice," Agent Qiao shook his head and said, "We have experienced the importance that underground presidents attach to their families."

"If he knew that we were testing his son, you should remember what happened with his daughter."

Ray was silent.

Ariana Wick.

The underground president once got angry because of his daughter.

And that time, not only the FBI, but also multinational intelligence organizations suffered heavy losses.

Why did the FBI put up with John Wick's rudeness so many times?

Why were they afraid to force a frame on John Wick?

The Wick family has a reputation in America that they are not to be messed with.

"John Wick." Agent Dax's eyes flickered with inexplicable clarity as he read the name.

...

"You did your job perfectly, Fudge." John shook hands with Fudge.

Fudge smiled, "This is what I should do."

"I think the law firm could use some updated equipment. I remember the printer is a bit old."

John smiled and said, "If you don't mind, I can sponsor a new printer."

"Thank you, Mr. Wick." Fudge did not refuse.

He saw this as an opportunity to deepen his connection with John.

Who doesn’t like this kind of rich second generation with little money and lots of money?

The two waited for John's driver to arrive.

Fudge was vaguely looking forward to it. Men all yearn for luxury cars.

Just as Fudge was expecting it, a pickup truck appeared in front of him.

Fudge: "..."

John: "..." Are you kidding me?

Ferdinand didn't dare to look at John after getting out of the car. His eyes dodged, "Boss, I'm here to pick you up."

"Don't tell me that you sold my car?" John didn't care about a car, but if it was sold privately, he might consider whether to change a driver.

Ferdinand hurriedly explained: "My brother drove the car away, boss."

"I promise he'll return the car tomorrow." He was afraid he would lose his job.

John just asked: "Did you give it to him?"

"No, absolutely not!" Ferdinand said, "I swear, he took the key from my room and left."

"Then you should make him pay the price, Ferdinand." John didn't care. He walked to the back seat and looked at Ferdinand quietly.

Ferdinand reacted and stepped up to open the door.

Fudge looked at John and then at Ferdinand.

In the end, I finally accepted the fact that I don’t have a luxury car.

Sitting in the pickup truck, Ferdinand smiled flatteringly and said: "I'll take you home, boss."

"No," John looked out the window and said calmly, "Go to your house."

Go to your own home?

Ferdinand's heart sank.

Isn't his stupid brother annoying the boss?

...