I'm waving my magic wand in Marvel

Peter has been living a happy life recently, eating and drinking every day, and even the bean sprouts have turned into thicker bean sprouts.

My friend Ned is different. He has successfully evolved from a little fat guy to a little fat guy who has gained twenty pounds.

My weight felt like I was riding a rocket, and the flesh on my stomach trembled when I walked.

Peter looked at Ned worriedly, "If you continue, will you turn into a ball?"

Ned pinched his belly, he was also very melancholy, "I also want to lose weight, but the conditions don't allow it."

"How about we build Lego?"

"That way you won't be asked out to eat."

John's enthusiastic feeding put a huge burden on the children.

Although happy, the body is healthier.

Ned now eats and fishes outside every day, and when he comes home, his grandma has to gather a handful of grass for him on the lawn for dinner.

Even Peter couldn't bear it, and May told him with a death stare not to eat so much outside food.

After school that day, they were sneaky and careful to see if John was there.

Not to mention how surprised they were to find out that John was gone.

"I can finally go home and have a normal dinner."

Ned cheered, as if there was no food at home, causing the surrounding classmates to cast sympathetic glances.

Peter was also very happy and chatted with Ned all the way.

Didn't even notice that he was being followed.

The so-called godfather's love is like a mountain...collapse.

Peter returns home and eats the cheese pasta he and May have eaten for three weeks.

Someone kicked open the door, rushed inside and kidnapped the two of them.

Mei was about to scream for help, but her mouth was covered with a towel and she passed out.

Peter was like a little lion, punching the guy who was holding him down.

The man bared his teeth and said, "He's quite strong."

Then like May, Peter passes out.

Two people were packed and taken into the car.

The man wearing gold glasses in the car looked at the two people who were kidnapped indifferently. He picked up his mobile phone and informed Fisk.

"People have been caught."

"Bring people to Hell's Kitchen."

Men are Fisk's right-hand men, then and now.

Hearing Fisk's instructions, Wesley nodded.

The car drove toward Hell's Kitchen, and he knew where he was going.

It was an unfinished building.

This was supposed to be a territory of United Construction, but because of Fisk's incident, it became an unfinished project.

Fisk wanted to stand up again where he failed. He was already standing on the airy building on all sides, looking at the entire Hell's Kitchen.

"Hell's Kitchen, your king is back."

Killing him directly would cause that person great pain, but Fisk didn't just want him to suffer.

It is even more necessary to make it lose everything.

He has helped the FBI enough, and when he influenced the public through the Mandarin, he asked his lawyer to appeal in court.

The court has approved his complaint, and even the director of the FBI is his person.

The Russian who reported it died in prison.

The person who could prove Fisk's crime has disappeared.

He wants to stand on the top of this place again.

After tomorrow, he'll be back as the leader of Hell's Kitchen.

The reporters who defamed him, the people who reported him.

All prepare for revenge from the owners of Hell's Kitchen.

When Wesley arrived, he saw Fisk standing there.

"Do you remember this place?" Fisk stood on the unprotected edge and said without looking back: "We were under this building once."

"At that time, I will make this place belong to me." The ambition in his eyes was like the flames of the night, so arrogant.

Wesley said: "People are already hiding underground, and there is enough oxygen there."

"Good," Fisk smiled. "Let him make the choice, right?"

The last time at the Continental Hotel, the two of them were forced to make a choice.

This time, he's letting John Wick make a choice.

"Are you going to stop me and watch the death happen, or are you going to search everything and find the person?"

Fisk did not kill the two people important to John today just to restrain John so that he would not be able to prevent him from regaining his freedom tomorrow.

Freedom was just a springboard, Fisk had the assurance from Desmond and the people behind him.

Just let John Wick die and he'll have support.

Fisk knew the power of those men.

People can even control everything outside from prison.

Even Killian makes weapons for those people.

He has found the Extremis virus.

And he asked his own people to inject, and a few failed, which was innocuous.

Successfully, it became Fisk's solid force against John.

...

The Parker family is missing.

John wasn't surprised.

Dax spoke to John on the phone, "Fisk bribed the judge and will acquit him tomorrow."

"Then he really has great hands and eyes." John clicked his tongue twice, "How are you?"

"Ray trusts me." Dax said subconsciously. "Through the list investigation, I found that those FBIs have received bribes from Fisk."

"Let me tell you," John said helplessly, "you haven't gone out for any activities recently."

Dax did not turn into a night ghost during this period. In the eyes of outsiders, it was because no criminals were released from prison.

In fact, it was because Dax was stymied by the FBI.

During this time, Dax was chasing desperate soldiers and sweeping away crime in New York.

If he can spare time at night, he might be called back to work overtime by Lei.

As an FBI, his days off are not that fixed.

After hearing this, Dax thought for a while, "Fortunately, I haven't felt a strong desire to kill recently."

It's strange to say that Dax doesn't feel as strongly about killing as he did before.

Maybe it's because dealing with criminals can also unleash violence.

"That's good," John chuckled, "some guys can't wait to show their tails."

"Let your friend take the credit."

"Thunder?" Dax muttered, "I'm afraid of him..."

"He trusted you," John said, "and we always wanted him to get something back for his efforts."

John wasn't familiar with Ray, but because of Dax's relationship, he didn't mind letting others get promoted.

Dax was afraid of having his identity discovered, but as long as he could provide enough benefits, Lei wouldn't make a move on the day his identity was revealed.

Dax would not question John's words. He nodded, feeling relieved.

Maybe he himself didn't want to be Lei's enemy.

"Okay, it's time to go find May and Peter."

He took out a transparent bottle, and a drop of blood inside was crawling tenaciously in one direction.

"Maybe technology can block it, but magic can't."

John asked Ferdinand to pick him up.

Ferdinand has started to train hard since he was hospitalized last time.

When we met again, Ferdinand's arms were much bigger.

He now likes to roll up his short sleeves to expose his bulging muscles, which looks very intimidating.

"Boss, where are we going?" Ferdinand grinned his big white teeth.

The hospitalization expenses were all covered, and he also received a three-month salary bonus, which made him want to be beaten more times.

John just hung the bottle on the rearview mirror and asked Ferdinand to follow.

Ferdinand didn't know why, but fortunately he knew that the boss was a wizard who knew magic.

Following the guidance of the blood, they came all the way to the unfinished building.

The two got out of the car and walked over. Looking at the flat ground, Ferdinand said doubtfully: "It won't move here."

John looked down, "Maybe it's just time."

He raised his wand.

"deprimo"

Not long after Wesley buried him, the ground sank layer by layer like a ground bomb, collapsing into a large crater.

In the large pit, a metal box was buried inside.

John waved his wand again: "diffindo"

The box was torn open, revealing the oxygen bottles inside and the two people who were still unconscious.

Use the levitating spell to get them out.

The roar of a speeding motorcycle sounded, followed by the sound of brakes.

The green motorcycle parked inside, and Hattie landed on her long legs wearing leather boots, took off her helmet and shook her hair.

"Everything has been photographed."

She picked up her cell phone, which played the entire process of Fisk's men's break-in and kidnapping.

Hattie placed a monitor in the car and recorded all conversations.

John asked casually: "I remember there was a big screen near the court."

Hattie instantly understood what he meant.

John smiled and said: "Give him a gift tomorrow."

"Just think of it as a gift for being released from prison."

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