I'm waving my magic wand in Marvel

The underground parking garage of Wick's house was transformed into a laboratory.

When John returned home, he inserted the USB flash drive containing artificial intelligence into the host computer.

"It is a pleasure to be of your service, sir."

An electronic male voice sounded, and John thought for a moment, "Just call me Moss."

"The system has been named, moss."

This is a fully intelligent laboratory that costs over [-] million just to assemble.

Only Tony Stark can give it away at will.

John walked around the underground garage, "There's still something missing."

He pulled out his wand and tapped it lightly, "Here comes the crucible."

A crucible appeared on the high-tech tabletop, full of contradictions.

Without stopping, John waved his wand again.

In this laboratory, there are fireplaces, scales, bottles and jars containing strange things, and various ancient notebooks.

After a set of decorations, this place was transformed from the original future technology style into a style that combines technology and magic.

John nodded with satisfaction, stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers.

On the middle platform, the Destroyer Armor appears.

Ivan has copied enough data, and the armor is back in John's hands.

In the middle, the big guy is full of intimidation.

John put a lot of effort into adding more things to the armor.

Golden runes were wrapped around the armor, and John raised his left hand to touch his right wrist.

A circle of golden runes is wrapped around it.

He raised his right hand, and the Destroyer also raised his right hand.

"attack."

The Destroyer's visor opened, and orange flames spurted out, instantly leaving a large hole on the floor of the underground garage.

The manipulator on the side shook, walked over and turned on the fire extinguisher.

"The power is more impressive than Ivan's armor." John thought, and the Destroyer Armor began to move.

Various difficult movements are performed on the Destroyer, and the smoothness is almost without any delay.

"Try this."

John said to Moss: "Do a good job of record analysis."

"Okay, Mr. Wick."

John was not seen using his wand. He stretched out his fingers and chanted the spell: "diffindo"

On the Destroyer Armor, red runes lit up, and then a silver light quickly flashed across the metal workbench.

The original workbench was cut in half in an instant.

The traces extended all the way and passed by Dad's Ford.

Ford slowly parted down the middle.

"The power is unexpected." John touched his chin, "Is it because Uru metal itself has good magical properties?"

This power is no worse than using magic himself.

John continued testing.

Various spells are tested.

Not everything went smoothly. When using the petrification spell, an error occurred and the area hit melted.

After all the tests had passed, John released the controls, took out his wand and waved it.

"Restored as before (reparo)"

The laboratory, which was originally destroyed and in tatters, is recovering quickly.

Except for the melted part, the rest of the place was restored to be the same as before.

Ford is spliced ​​together, and there is no trace of being cut.

Staring at the melted daddy trophy, he silently took the things back to the glory room and put them there.

Dad is not at home anyway.

Destroy daddy's things without any guilt.

John sat in a comfortable chair and said, "moss, analyze the data."

"Please wait, Mr. Wick."

The projected data shows that most of the spells that the Destroyer can complete are about aggression.

"It's not like I treated your name badly."

John watched the analysis and complained.

The most powerful thing about the Destroyer is its strength. It is the pinnacle work of Asgardian craftsmen and has outstanding abilities that far exceed any armor currently in the world.

In terms of durability, magic is much safer than technology.

Technology is changing with each passing day, and their iteration speed is as fast as a rocket.

But magic is different. Many ancient spells are as powerful as new spells or even more powerful. This is also a drawback.

The ancient represents power, which is distinctly different from the future of science and technology, which represents power.

The same goes for the Destroyer, which is powered by magic and crafted from the finest materials.

Even if it seems to be inferior to Tony's armor in terms of advanced performance, if it really comes to a fight, Tony can't even break through the defense.

For the next half month, John was basically in the laboratory.

He needed to make the Destroyer his own.

With moss's help, he finally experienced Tony's happiness.

There were blue bubbles in the crucible, and he didn't seem to have any appetite.

John dabbed a little on his quill and began to draw on it.

Runes, a magical thing.

It has the same origin as the words used by Asgard. Under John's pen and ink, the runes falling on the Destroyer's body flashed with light, and then disappeared.

This kind of joy, like piecing together large figures, made John very interested.

But there will always be retribution for fishing.

John opened the door and looked at the woman standing outside tapping her cell phone impatiently with her fingers.

"Hatty, I don't remember any work I have that requires you to come here in person."

John began to miss Natasha a little. Although she could sneak in and pick locks, at least she didn't give him a lot of work.

Hattie said with a faint smile: "It seems that you are really a noble person and forget things. He is very interested in the Steel Soldier weapon box you brought to General Ross."

"Oh," John couldn't help but sigh upon hearing this, "I just want to take a solid vacation."

"You don't have a holiday." Hattie walked straight into Wick's house, went to the refrigerator and opened it. There was nothing in it. She asked with a look of doubt on her face, "What have you been eating these days?"

"Sometimes eating too much is also a burden." John said.

Hattie couldn't help rolling her eyes, "Are you studying philosophy?"

Picking up the phone, Hattie tapped her fingers hard on the screen.

"There's a restaurant around here, you'd better have a meal before I think I'm going to lose my job."

John leaned against the door, "Can I treat it as your invitation?"

"I don't mind people knowing that you still have to take advantage of your subordinates." Harty took out an agreement about the weapons box order between Hammer Industries and the military.

"General Ross would like to inquire about the production of large animal traps."

Picking up the pen and signing it, John said casually: "Who is he trying to capture?"

"I don't know." Hattie took the file and shook his head. "It's fast and powerful. Maybe he wants to capture aliens."

"A very bold idea, but it's a pity that we are battlefield weapons." John raised his eyebrows and said, "If he wants to destroy it, I can help."

As an arms dealer, you must have the consciousness of an arms dealer. John called Orlov and hoped that he would come back as soon as possible. Otherwise, he could not guarantee that the story about how his mother frightened a middle-aged man would not make the headlines.

Orlov, who had grasped the seven inches, could only end his Miami vacation in despair.

Walking into the laboratory, on the workbench, a transparent crystal exuding three colors was placed there.

A camera stared at the thing with a red light.

After John entered, he said: "Report the results, Moss."

Moss said: "After testing, the item continues to emit energy stably."

"Well done, moss."

John walked over and picked up the crystal. He watched the runes on it disappear and said with a smile: "This is something that will make Ivan crazy."

Fighter core.

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