I'm waving my magic wand in Marvel

John's itinerary today is to take a walk around this city that is not far away from destruction.

John had seen Marvel-related movies before, but not all of them, and he didn't know some of the characters.

For example, Daredevil, his identity as Matt was only a name revealed by Ferdinand from Hell's Kitchen.

This is normal. In this series of superhero movies, there are always endless heroes.

He has watched mainly the Avengers series.

For example, he knew about Tony Stark and Thor, and the first-generation Avengers also knew about them.

Any more, and he won’t understand.

The FBI is watching him, and SHIELD is also monitoring him.

There are also forces from Hell's Kitchen and potentially Hydra.

He had already unknowingly become one of those hovering in the center of the whirlpool in New York.

But he alone, miraculously involves all the forces.

In the gallery, John holds an introductory brochure about the theme of the art show.

"rarely seen."

The woman in the dark purple dress spoke.

After John realized that he was talking to him, he turned his head and looked over, "What?"

"Young children like you are interested in these works of art." The woman smiled dignifiedly, "Shouldn't young people like more fashionable things?"

"I'm not young." John laughed, "I just look young."

"It's hard to tell," the woman said, interested in John's words, "Do you like this painting?"

When John heard this, he looked up and saw the sparkling waves on the sea. He shook his head and said, "No, I don't like it."

"I'm just passing the time for myself." He chuckled, "Just like women's desire to buy, men also need something to fill their desires."

"Appreciation is the cheapest pastime."

"You are a very interesting person." The woman pursed her lips and smiled.

"What is that painting?" John looked at the blank paper-like painting beside him.

"You can stand in front of me and take a closer look."

The woman did not say it directly, but let John feel it for himself.

John walked over and stood in front of the huge blank.

He looked at the painting quietly, without making much movement.

"How's it going?" The woman came to John's side, "What do you see?"

"This painting is very expensive." John said seriously.

"That's true." The woman was amused, "This painting is called Snow Rabbit."

John also smiled, "It's really appropriate."

"How do you feel?" the woman asked John.

For her, the value of a painting does not lie in the artist's fame, nor in his technique, or even in the painting.

It's the feeling.

The moment I saw it, I felt a rush to my face.

Intoxicating.

"The feeling it gives me..." John's words stopped abruptly on his lips.

Snow?

Blank, nothing else.

It's like sitting on a high tower, isolated from the world.

what was that like?

The woman looked at him, and John shook his head and laughed, "Forget it, my friend asked me to have tea."

He stretched out his hand and said to the woman: "Thank you for taking me to see the paintings."

"I welcome you next time." The woman touched the hand lightly.

Just a stranger in a strange gallery.

John leaves the gallery.

As he was leaving, he passed by a man.

He stopped and looked back at the man.

That body looks bloated, but it has amazing muscle mass.

"Wilson Fisk."

John's eyes were deep, don't forget, the game has already begun.

He continued to leave without stopping this time.

It's getting dark.

Under the yellow sign, John is drinking black tea.

"What are you looking at?"

The uncle opposite looked at the writing and said, "The old man and the sea."

"One of my wife's books."

"I have other books to recommend, but I don't know if you like it." John still didn't know the name of the uncle in front of him, but they would meet to drink tea and chat casually from time to time.

Sometimes they won't say a word, saying hello to each other when they meet and saying goodbye when they leave.

This kind of relationship makes people very comfortable.

"Of course," the uncle said with great interest, "Tell me your name and I will go and have a look."

"That book can't be bought here," John said. "I can bring it to you, about magic and adventure."

"Is it magic?" The uncle took a sip of tea, "I think it will make me fall in love with fairy tales again."

After saying that, the two of them said nothing more.

At this time, someone pushed the door open and came in. It was a woman, or a girl.

She looks young, but she dresses in a sexy and sexy way.

"Hey Jack, I'm starving."

The girl greeted the boss, John glanced at it and did not continue to pay attention.

The girl also looked at their unique combination.

Black uncle and white boy?

"I'm older than you, little girl."

John said without looking back, and the girl was a little surprised that the other person actually knew what she was thinking.

"No, it's just written on your face." John gently dropped the tea spoon and put it aside. He drank the last bit of tea, "It's time for me to leave."

"Goodbye."

The uncle said goodbye to John.

The girl also noticed the book her uncle was reading, "Did he catch his fish?"

The uncle could also tell the girl's occupation at a glance, but he would not discriminate against the girl and said with a smile: "The fish is still in the sea."

...

Manhattan area.

Continental Hotel.

A pair of high heels stepped on the ground, making an aggressive sound.

The black-haired woman with snow-white skin came to the front desk and stopped.

The black gentleman at the front desk saw the person coming and smiled: "How can I help you?"

The woman didn't speak. With two slender fingers, she placed a badge that was different from an ordinary gold coin on the table and pushed it over.

When the front desk saw this thing, his smile was slightly startled.

"I need to see the manager of this hotel." The woman said calmly, "As soon as possible."

Facing the judge above the hotel, the front desk said in a deep voice: "Please wait."

The hotel system is divided into three major forces.

The first is the hotel system based on hotels and hotel services.

The second is the high table composed of twelve top underground forces in the world.

The third is the adjudicator, a system independent of the hotel and the high table, responsible for judging the forces.

They have an exclusive army of the entire underground alliance, which is used to clean up hotels and underground forces that constantly break the rules.

When the manager of the New York hotel heard who was coming, he put down the phone and looked at the reward.

"She's here for you."

The reward is for the leader of the Ten Rings Gang whom John released.

This incident not only frightened the major hotels, but also made the people at the twelve high tables unable to sit still.

They all speculated about where the madman came from and dared to directly use 2000 million gold as a reward.

Even the high table could not suppress this matter.

Because that is gold, the hard currency of the entire world.

Even the hotel system is indispensable for the existence of gold.

The other party obviously understood this and traded gold directly.

Many killers went after the leader of the Ten Rings Gang, even though they knew they couldn't kill him, but they were still lucky.

The manager arrived soon and met the female adjudicator who came on the rooftop garden of the hotel.

The adjudicator got straight to the point, "A huge bounty occurred in a New York hotel, which violated the hotel's rules."

The hotel manager was an elegant middle-aged and elderly man. He said innocently, "Sorry, as far as I know, this does not break the hotel's rules."

"He brought money and issued a reward. That target is not on our pardon list." The manager shrugged, "I have no right to refuse."

"But his reward was to skip the hotel system first," the female judge was not a vegetarian, she said coldly, "He went beyond the hotel to post the reward, which disrupted our order."

"You should know that order is the biggest factor in the stability of a hotel."

"The High Table has strong opinions on this, including your position, Winston." The female adjudicator's eyes were sharp, "We need to reconsider your qualifications as a manager."

"You can't do this," Winston couldn't accept it. "There are only two consequences for canceling the bounty. One is that the publisher cancels it voluntarily, and the other is that the publisher is unable to pay the bounty."

"Then find the poster." The female judge took out her pocket watch. "You have three days to cancel the reward before eight o'clock in the evening three days later."

This superior attitude made Winston feel sick.

But the power represented by the adjudicator is terrifying.

"This is the decision of the High Table." The female arbiter said before leaving, "You need to be quick."

She was not afraid that the other party would be disobedient. It was about the manager's position, and Winston had no choice but to be obedient.

After she left, Winston looked down at the people crossing the street and murmured, "Oppression doesn't win the hearts of the people."

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