I'm waving my magic wand in Marvel

"Is it legal to kill someone?"

"illegal."

"Is the death penalty legal?"

"Well, that's legal."

"The death penalty is for killing bad people. Killing is illegal, but if I kill bad people, is it also legal?"

"Uh... let me take a moment."

General Ross on the opposite side was deep in thought. Why were these words so awkward?

John then took out a few design drawings and said, "As for the weapon boxes, we have designed three types, corresponding to the three types of sea, land and air."

General Ross temporarily put aside his arrogance about whether it was legal or not. He picked up three weapons design drawings and looked at them.

"Sometimes I really suspect that you kidnapped Tony Stark." General Ross was very satisfied with the weapon box design, took a puff of his cigar and said, "Stop beating around the bush and tell me what you want?"

"My father managed to earn a family fortune in New York, and now someone wants to use it to threaten me." John smiled, "I'm very unhappy."

"Prosecutor Reyes seems to have some misunderstandings about Taran Industries," John said. "I hope someone can fix her."

When he heard that he was dealing with the District Attorney, General Ross took a puff of his cigar and said with cold eyes, "Why do you think that our business would allow me to help you deal with a District Attorney?"

He likes smart businessmen, not those who think they are smart.

He said to John: "I can pay for those things, but I'm not your umbrella."

"Of course I know," John said calmly in the face of the cold eyes, "but there are other things between us besides cooperation."

"I don't remember..."

"You said you wanted to catch a wild beast?" John said to himself. "It's big, fast, and powerful. I'm afraid it's invulnerable, right?"

General Ross paused, "Yes."

John smiled and said: "I can provide you with the equipment to catch the big guy."

Hearing this, General Ross didn't buy it and said: "I can give you an order to purchase that equipment."

"Only if someone sells it." John stretched out his index finger and shook it gently, and said calmly, "You can also go find Stark, I think he is also willing to help you."

General Ross smoked his cigar silently, and his eyes fell on John. "The district attorney has great power locally. I am a member of the military and cannot get involved."

"It's just a statement," John said with a smile. "Some tacit deals must be claimed by someone, and there are many Tallan industrial equipment on the battlefield."

"We have a new type of body armor that can also be provided to the police station."

John raised his eyebrows and said, "There are quite a few police officers who get into trouble every year because of body armor issues."

"let me consider it."

General Ross stood up and left, and John did not stay.

He turned his chair for a while and then stood up.

Walking out the door, Hattie was already waiting at the door.

"Success?"

"No."

John shrugged and walked out, Hattie following behind.

Entering the elevator, John looked at Hattie, looking up and down.

"I'm curious, you don't look like an assistant." John's eyes moved up from the high heels that exposed his ankles, to the slender waist on the skirt, and then to the delicate collarbone.

His eyes did not converge, reaching Hattie's face and staying on the brown sunglasses.

"Aren't you afraid that Orlov will silence you?" he asked.

Hattie said, "No, he won't."

"Then you think highly of his character." John shook his head. He is the King of War. What kind of morality do you expect him to have?

Hattie tilted her head slightly and looked at John's young face under the lenses, "Because of you."

"You're not going to let him do that."

"Your trust is flattering." John smiled, "But these words make me want to give you a salary increase."

"If you add too much, other employees will be dissatisfied." Hattie said with a smile, "Especially since you have already added me twice."

"It's ok."

The elevator door opened and John walked out and said, "Your salary is not paid by the company."

"What's your current salary?"

"fifty thousand."

"Then increase it to [-], as if I were paying for your loyalty."

Ferdinand, who was waiting for John, heard the conversation between the two. He took a step back, holding the car door with one hand and covering his chest with the other.

Sixty thousand?

Ferdinand, who still had a salary of [-], was devastated.

"Boss, you have changed. You used to be indifferent to women." He was already considering whether it would be too late to go to Thailand for a sex reassignment operation.

John said disgustedly, "The fifty thousand your brother owes will be deducted from your salary."

"No, boss!" Ferdinand almost vomited blood, "Actually, Roman and I are not familiar with each other."

Hattie snickered at this scene.

It was easy to talk about returning Ferdinand to normal, but he decided to go home and take out his father's ancestral belt to educate his dear brother.

In order to encourage him, John said: "Work hard and try to open a branch for me next year."

Ferdinand probably didn't have good English skills, so he was very moved.

...

A week later, a woman came to my door.

Ringing the doorbell at Wick's house with a black assistant by his side.

"It's Prosecutor Reyes, sir."

Moss has controlled all the smart devices in the Wick family. John crushed the golden rune in his hand and said, "Let her in."

"Okay, sir."

The door opened.

The female prosecutor walked in.

"Hello, John Wick."

Reyes believed she had taken Wick's lifeline, and her power as a district attorney was enough to allow her to uncover some tacit business dealings with Taran Industries.

She gave Taran Industries a week just to let them know there was no second option.

Reyes has everything under control and said confidently: "I don't think I need to introduce it too much."

"Of course, Ms. Reyes." John tapped his finger on the table, which displayed Reyes' profile picture.

Reyes looked at the thing, her eyes narrowed slightly, and she quickly calmed down, "I want you to solve something for me."

Sitting opposite John, her assistant stood beside her, which she had long become accustomed to.

Reyes said: "Take care of someone for me and I'm willing to let you go."

"Let me go?" John said unexpectedly, "I don't remember anything that warrants the prosecutor's action."

Reyes expected this and motioned to his assistant to take out the items.

The black assistant took out the contents of the document bag and said, "Here is the gray bill of Taran Industries. The weapons sold have appeared at the murder scene many times."

With these in hand, Reyes said confidently: "These orders and documents alone are enough to shut down Taran Industries."

She looked at John, "But as long as you do one thing for me, and use your father's best method, I can expose this matter."

"It's a very tempting offer," John picked it up and looked at it one by one, making a tut-tsk sound, "but you seem to have made a mistake."

He raised the things in his hands and said with a smile: "We are a legal business."

"As for weapons appearing at the murder scene, if you look carefully, you might also be able to find weapons produced by the Stark Industries weapons department before it was closed."

Throwing it away, the documents were scattered on the table, and John said calmly: "You may be disappointed, Ms. Reyes."

Reyes' face was uncertain, and she sneered.

"It seems you are not as flexible as your father," she said. "No one can prove the legitimacy of these orders."

She stood up and said, "You have no idea what kind of person you're dealing with!"

John stood up, pulled his cufflinks, and asked, "Then do you know who you are talking to?"

"As for the certifier..." John chuckled, "Someone is willing to prove this for me."

"Right, Fury?"

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