I'm waving my magic wand in Marvel

Old Bridge Town.

There was a big battle here.

That battle destroyed two-thirds of the town and left the place virtually in ruins.

The New Mexico government is complaining about this, and SHIELD needs to deal with this mess or wait to be complained about.

More than half a month has passed, but this town has returned to its original state.

Even Coulson, who made the call himself, found it incredible.

"How did you do it?" He looked at the leading man wearing a white hat. The logo on the hat was very unique.

A hand holding a stick surrounded by stars.

The man grinned, "We're good at this."

The man's name is Johnson, the manager of Silverhand Fashion Construction.

He held a report in his hand and said to Colson: "If the acceptance is correct, you can sign it."

Coulson couldn't suppress the surprise on his face.

This group of people had only been here for three days, and a small town had been completely restored.

And exactly the same.

You must know that this group of people didn't even have drawings or photos. How did they do it?

Colson's scrutinizing eyes fell on the construction team.

Each of them is wearing a hat, but some have yellow hats and some have blue hats.

Without exception, their clothes are clean and tidy.

It doesn’t look like construction at all, but like a tour group.

After looking at the amount of the repair, Colson's signing hand paused.

“Can you go to the state government and ask the governor for reimbursement?”

Yossen smiled brightly, "We are only looking for the person who made the call."

"Because you dialed a special number, we gave you special treatment."

Coulson was at a loss as well.

It is estimated that all my bonuses for the second half of the year will be deducted.

But special treatment...

what is that?

He would not know that the so-called special treatment is an increase in the original basic price.

This is an honor.

After all, not many people were tricked by the Witch King like this.

Taking the bill, Johnson shook hands with Coulson.

"Welcome next time."

Colson's smile was a little numb, and he didn't want to do it again.

He watched the so-called construction team get on a tour bus, and it looked more and more like a tour group.

...

John didn't forget his vacation.

Hammer Industries needs to be busy with large orders for the next six months, so there is basically nothing going on.

Tallan Industries started energy research. They needed to develop an energy source that was different from Stark Industries, and they also needed to ensure that they were more efficient.

Both things were incompatible with John's expertise.

John simply gave himself a vacation and went on a trip.

He didn't take the car and gave his driver a holiday.

"You have half a month's vacation, you can go to the nightlife, or you can go to the red light district to find a girl, if you just want to be a driver." John said, "Or you can go to the library or go to the university to audit, so that you can learn more s things."

How to choose, John left it to Ferdinand.

Ferdinand has begun to experience a life that does not belong to the lower class, and he is unwilling to return to that street gangster.

Even his brother Roman found it incredible that his brother would go to the library.

Mrs. Pierce saw the changes in her eldest son, and she began to consciously change her own habits.

For example, if your mouth becomes dirty, you need to change this habit.

John is now looking for a teahouse.

I didn’t have any plans, I just wanted to choose a place to have tea.

He picked a restaurant that looked good.

It was already evening when he came for this tea.

Under the yellow sign, John paused.

He chose to open the door and go in.

The warm-toned lighting makes this small place feel more cozy.

There are not many customers in the store.

John pulled up his chair and sat down.

Several road maintenance workers left after finishing their meal.

The boss looked at this strange guest and asked, "What do you want to order?"

"A cup of tea would be nice," John chuckled, "preferably something to soothe my legs after a long day's walking."

The boss also smiled, "Then I won't let you down."

A cup of hot tea was quickly served.

Someone came in and walked straight to John's position.

"It seems I've taken your seat." John saw the person coming.

"No, I'll just change positions."

It was a kind-looking dark-skinned man, wearing a plaid shirt and a black coat, holding a blue book in his hand.

"If you don't mind, can we sit together?"

This location is very good. The uncle thought for a while and agreed.

When the boss saw the regular customers coming, he brought boiling water.

The uncle opened the folded paper towel and revealed the tea bag inside.

The boss put the cup down and the uncle threw in the tea bag.

Boiling water is poured in, and the aroma of tea comes out.

John said nothing and looked out the window at the light rain that started to fall.

"Where are you from?" the uncle said.

"If it's my hometown, London." John also started chatting.

"London, that's a good place. As a British person, you can't live without tea." The uncle smiled.

The two of them chatted together.

The patter of rain also gradually stopped.

After finishing the cup of tea, John was ready to leave.

"Nice to meet you, you are a good tea drinker."

"Me too." The uncle smiled and responded.

The two people parted like this. They left nothing behind, not even their names.

Sometimes it's so wonderful that without too many words, they can become good friends.

Because of this man, John had the idea of ​​coming here for tea a second time.

Walking into the deserted alley, John raised his eyebrows and took out his wand.

"Looks like a fish has taken the bait."

With a wave of his wand, he disapparated and disappeared.

...

Wick's house.

The door lock has been unlocked.

The dark house is lit only by the lights coming from the bustling neighborhood outside.

The outline of a figure was illuminated.

Walk up to the second floor step by step.

Apparently this man knew something about the layout of the rooms in the Wick home.

Without stopping, he walked around several vacant rooms.

Stopping in front of John's door.

Carefully touch your hand to the door handle.

Slowly open the door.

After taking three steps, he stopped.

A wand was already pressed against the visitor's neck.

"I thought a fish was taking the bait," John sighed, "Did you change your mind and come to assassinate me?"

"My female assistant."

Natasha didn't panic even after being controlled. She turned to face John and flipped her hair.

"I'm leaving."

"So, what does this have to do with you coming to my room?" John said speechlessly, "I don't accept unspoken rules."

Natasha rolled her eyes at John, "I want to make sure you won't be killed suddenly by someone else."

"Then don't worry." John put down his wand, snapped his fingers, and the room lit up.

"I'm not kidding, John." Natasha said seriously, "I'm going to leave for a while, so you have to be careful during this time."

"If the news spreads that you are not dead, the assassination of you will not stop."

"Let me think about it, are you taking a leave of absence or resigning?" John twirled the wand with his fingers and said with a smile, "It can also be an absence from work."

He turned and walked downstairs.

Natasha followed, "You're always optimistic about these things."

"Optimistic?" John smiled, "That's because I've seen more desperate people."

Coming downstairs, John put his hands in his pockets, "Did you just want to beat me up and make me alert?"

Natasha sighed, "You are really smart."

"Thank you for the compliment. You haven't said what you were doing before you left?" John asked casually.

"An old man fell into the water and is now hospitalized," Natasha said.

"That's really unfortunate. By the way, do you recognize this?"

John flicked his finger and a badge flew towards Natasha.

Natasha took a look and her pupils shrank, "Where did you get it from?"

"This is...Hydra."

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