I'm waving my magic wand in Marvel

John hadn't been to Taran Industries for a day. He stood in the company, looking at the glass on the floor and some employees who had unfortunately been cut, and fell into deep thought.

"Is this... a terrorist attack?"

He immediately thought of the Ten Rings Gang, but the puppet leader of the Ten Rings Gang had his head chopped off by his uncle, and the real leader reached an agreement with him a few days ago.

So where is this ruthless person?

Could it be Jin Bin?

It wasn't until he saw Olof holding Ivan's shoulders and recommending him which leather shoes to buy that he finally knew who did this.

"Those who were injured today will have their expenses paid by the company and receive [-] yuan as condolence payment." John pulled over a random person. "In addition, we will pay three times the salary this month and let the human resources department calculate the time. Next month, we will go to the Miami beach for barbecue in batches."

The employees were still moaning in pain, but when they heard about these benefits, they immediately became energized and went to inform them happily.

John looked at Ivan walking over and asked casually: "Succeeded?"

"There was an accident," Ivan shrugged, "but it worked."

"Congratulations, you are one step closer to revenge." John took out his pocket watch and looked at it. "We need to contact the construction team to reinstall the glass and check whether the floor has been damaged."

"Olov, do you have any objection?"

He looked at Olof, who was grinning widely.

Orlov gave a thumbs up. "It's all up to you, John."

Not only did he produce energy, but he also produced the Fighter Armor. Ivan had become a cash cow in Orlov's eyes.

This is the good thing about a capitalist. As long as you can make money, he will respect you. As long as you can make a lot of money, he can support you as a biological father.

Olof has decided to customize a pair of chocolate-flavored leather shoes for Ivan so that he can lick the shoes easily.

You can doubt his loyalty to the country, but you cannot doubt his love for money.

John glanced at Orlov, who was now completely convinced.

An Ivan can bring about a billion-dollar industry like Stark Industries.

To the money-loving Olof, he was like a real father.

"Okay, Ivan, we need to find a place to test your armor."

He looked around and said helplessly: "I don't want this place to turn into ruins after my father comes back."

"I'm going to New Jersey tomorrow. There is an Air Force base there and I can apply." Orlov took out his phone and said confidently, "It's a good choice there."

John knew what he was up to with just one glance.

If there is a armor that can replace Iron Man, the military will not hesitate to spend the money, just like buying Iron Soldier.

And John can guarantee that Ivan's new armor will only be more powerful than the Iron Soldier.

The prototype of that thing comes from the Asgardian Destroyer, which is so powerful that even Thor cannot destroy it.

If the Ministry of National Defense saw it, I'm afraid they would buy it immediately.

"We need to let people see our trump card step by step," John stopped Orlov and said, "Iron Soldiers are enough for us to get a steady stream of orders from the United States."

Orlov heard the same thing. He put down his mobile phone and said, "You are right, we need some trump cards."

John was noncommittal. He did not say that this thing belonged to Ivan.

"Ivan and I will go. Please ask someone to re-install the glass on the company building."

Waving his hand, Orlov gestured to leave it all to him.

John and Ivan walked to the underground laboratory.

Apart from the Fighter Armor, there was only one functioning reactor.

"I made small changes," Ivan said. "The material of the prototype is too special and cannot be reproduced, and some technologies cannot be completed at this stage."

"In addition, the transformation of the reactor has been completed. Not only can it completely replace today's energy sources, but it can also dig out a large number of privileges from the United States."

Ivan said, and John also saw the new armor.

It looks similar to the Destroyer, but is a little different.

For example, palm cannons are added, and hidden weapon launch ports are equipped on various parts of the body.

It's called a fighter for a reason. It looks like a large boxer.

"Thick and big." Ivan chuckled.

He just likes this style.

John stood next to the armor and said, "Put it on and let's go test it."

Ivan now had no doubts about John's words and ordered with his voice, "Open the control cabin."

The torso of the Fighter Armor opens to both sides, and a hatch for a humanoid to enter appears.

Ivan took off his obstructive sportswear and walked in, his body completely wrapped.

The visor opened, "Where are we going?"

John thought for a moment and said, "New Jersey is pretty good."

He reached out and grabbed the armor's arm.

The wand slipped from his cuff and fell into his palm, and John waved it.

"disapparation"

The two figures shrank into a point and disappeared into the laboratory.

Orlov rubbed his hands and walked down. He was really coveting this armor.

As soon as he came down, his smile froze.

"Where's the battle armor?"

...

New Jersey.

Sonic booms streaked across the sky.

The back and soles of the bright silver armor sprayed across the sky.

With a flying speed exceeding Mach [-], even a fighter jet could not catch up with him.

It fell heavily from the sky onto the desert, leaving large sunken footprints on the ground.

Raising his hand, the energy beam passed through a hundred meters in the blink of an eye, melting a rock.

The wrist opened, and two long whips flashed with electric light. One whip rolled around the stone and smashed it into pieces.

"You really love that whip." John looked at Ivan who was using the five lightning whips again, and for a time he wondered if he had any strange habits.

The test of the fighter's armor was not over yet. The shoulder armor bounced off, and dense jamming bombs flew out and exploded in the air like firecrackers, covering the area with flames.

Due to the limited capacity of this armor, in addition to the assistance of small weapons, Ivan relied more on the armor's own capabilities to fight.

"You need to see this."

Ivan said something and then opened the palm of his right hand.

The light turned purple, hit a cactus, and turned into a dozen rays of light and shot out from the body.

"This energy is very strange, not like nuclear energy."

The visor opened and Ivan said: "It can be changed more like my arm."

John suddenly thought of the magic effect in the magic crystal. He glanced at the reactor and asked, "How long can you use it?"

"This still needs to be tested, but there is no problem if it lasts for a day." Ivan's armor moved his fingers, "But if you use it too much, that kind of attack will affect the life of the crystal plate in the center of the reactor."

John touched his chin, "It must be because the magic power is exhausted,"

"You need a rune to restore your magic."

"What?" Ivan, a genius physicist, said he didn't understand.

"It's nothing. I'll engrave one for you another day, but there's a requirement." John told him not to worry about it. "You can't wear the magic crystal I upgraded for you to attack Stark. To keep things fair, you have to use your work."

Ivan grinned, "I'll beat the shit out of him."

John didn't want to kill Tony Stark, the Iron Man, because of his runes.

In the future, Iron Man is indispensable in fighting the purple sweet potato spirit.

At the same time, an idea appeared in his mind.

If only this armor could use magic power and use phantom.

that……

Science wizard?

...

House returned to the hospital, and a nurse came over and said, "Dr. House, your guest is here."

House responded casually and asked casually: "How is Sean?"

"Sean Murphy?" the head nurse said with a sigh, "He is a genius, but no one would be willing to let an autistic doctor operate on them."

"He is very good," House walked through the corridor with his cane. "Sooner or later, someone will find his shining point."

Arriving at his office, he walked in and saw two people already waiting here.

He went over and stretched out his hand, "Dr. Wu, we meet again."

"Dr. House." Dr. Wu, with an oriental face, smiled and stood up to shake hands with him.

Dr. Wu is a friend of Dr. House and is also a doctor who is invited to the hospital to perform a knife on a patient with a heart attack.

In the medical community, Dr. Wu is well-known.

After the two shook hands and greeted each other, House turned his attention to another person in the field.

It was a beautiful Asian woman.

The woman stretched out her hand first and introduced herself with a smile, "Helen Zhao."

"Dr. Zhao Hailun studies regenerative cradle treatment technology." Dr. Wu smiled. "Her invention can help the medical industry go further. I am preparing to find a qualified investor for her."

"Nice to meet you, Helen Zhao." Dr. House shook hands with Helen Zhao and asked, "Who are you going to find? I'm just curious. It's okay if you don't tell me."

Dr. Wu said: "It's not something unspeakable. I met someone at the Millennium New Year's Eve dinner. I think he is willing to invest in Dr. Helen."

Dr. House asked curiously: "Who is it?"

"Mr. Wick."

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