I'm waving my magic wand in Marvel

"I want to complete Extremis Virus, and I also want to prove my ability."

Maya said dejectedly: "But 13 years ago, Tony saw my research and read the research report, and he left me this the next day."

She took out a business card from her pocket. It was Killian's business card, and a formula was written in the blank space.

"I worked hard," Maya said. "I never thought that my results would be used as weapons for terrorists. Killian needed orders from the military. He recruited retired disabled soldiers to be used as experimental subjects for the terminal virus."

"Some of those people could not withstand the explosion and died, while others passed the test of the desperate virus and regained their health."

Speaking of this, Maya's face showed a kind of happiness that her invention would benefit mankind.

The happiness was fleeting, she said: "Many people died."

"Those declared terrorist attacks were all the result of failed experiments."

Maya looked up at John, "Your father was his first soulmate."

"But Killian began to change. He was full of fear of your father and was afraid that he would be found and deprived of everything."

"His relationship with your father deteriorated in an effort to own the company outright."

John listened, he rubbed the ring on his right hand, thinking about something.

Maybe Killian didn't think about assassinating his father at first, but as the power and money he controlled increased, his desire also grew under the nourishment.

A lame, oily and down-and-out scientist meets his soulmate, Investment.

Either they become good friends who talk about everything, or they become enemies who want to be eliminated quickly because of their initial help.

Apparently Killian is the latter.

Everything he had was given by Watson Wick, and he was also afraid of having everything taken away from him, turning him into a useless person who could be played by Tony, just like before.

Driven by such emotions, he chose to cooperate with Fisk and kill his benefactor.

Take it all for yourself.

Even if there was no incident with the original Extremis virus, Killian would not let Watson Wick go.

Sometimes, the reason he needs is not to convince others, but to convince himself.

John raised his eyes and looked at Maya Hansen, "Is your honesty atonement?"

"So be it," Maya Hansen spread her hands, "I don't know, and there's nothing I can do."

She looked back at Hattie.

Hattie had blocked the escape route.

Unless Maya can defeat a mysterious sorcerer, her chances of escaping are only one in [-].

"You are wrong about one thing," John opened his pocket watch and looked at it, "You are very smart."

"Thanks for the compliment," Maya said, "If what you're saying is that it would be wise not to resist in front of you."

"What I'm saying is," John looked at Maya with a chuckle on his lips, "you managed to save yourself a life."

...

Desperate soldiers on the run.

The figure behind him chased after him at a speed that broke the world sprint record.

He chases, he flees, he cannot escape even with his wings.

The Desperate Soldier broke into a closed shop and hid himself behind a stainless steel table.

He held his breath and listened to the footsteps walking through the empty room step by step.

In a quiet place, even the heartbeat becomes noisy.

He clutched his heart.

He came to carry out the mission of capturing Little Pepper, and he bumped into the ghostly existence as soon as he left the house.

It was just a meeting, and he almost died there.

The repair ability of the Extremis virus allowed him to save his life, and he tried his best to escape.

There is a large area of ​​orange-red light on the body.

"Calm down, calm down!" He hit his head hard.

Feeling the rising temperature, he almost went crazy.

He doesn't want to die, he wants to live.

He doesn't want to fall victim to a bomb.

For this reason, he fought hard for his life.

As a result, when he came back to his senses, the footsteps had disappeared.

He wasn't sure if the other party had left.

Carefully, he poked his head out from behind the table.

He saw that it was quiet outside.

The crisis seemed to be over, and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Suddenly, a face came over.

On the blue suit, his appearance was clearly shown in the night vision goggles.

Immediately afterwards, his hand was cut open along with the stainless steel table.

That knife could cut a person with sound limbs into a stick in just three seconds.

Even the repair speed of the Extremis virus cannot keep up with the speed of severed limbs at this moment.

A big foot stepped on his ribs, and a voice sounded, "Tell me, where is your stronghold?"

A chilling sound was made as the ribs gradually bent under the feet.

A large swath of orange-red light covered the body, and the panic reached its peak.

"In Miami!"

He was scared, he was completely scared.

He was a soldier who was wounded on the battlefield.

But he is not a warrior.

Facing the lingering pursuit, he successfully broke down and cried.

"Please let me go, I just..."

He begged for mercy, hoping to arouse some compassion from the person in front of him.

But he was wrong. Hunters have no sympathy for their prey.

Silver light penetrated his head and passed through his heart.

He died completely.

And Dax, who did all this, was very calm, stained with blood, and crossed out the name above.

Dax likes this kind of game that can ignore life.

The killing made him become calmer from the initial excitement and madness.

The monster inside him told him that there were enough sacrifices to please him.

Now Dax is the most calm killer in the world.

This is the last New York that belongs to Killian's power.

He was going to Miami to complete the work John had given him.

...

on the plane.

The man who was hung up was punched in the stomach one after another.

After one round, the person who was hung was still very stubborn and did not speak.

The old god of civil and military affairs was sitting there, his expression unchanged.

"Tell me, who is impersonating me?"

He stood up and stopped in front of the man.

The man with a bruised nose and swollen face said slurred: "Who are you?"

Wenwu felt funny, "You are using my name to create chaos in this place, but you are ignorant and don't know my name."

He raised his right hand and pressed it on the side of the man's ribs. Purple energy covered his hand and penetrated the bones.

Every inch of broken bone made the man break into cold sweat, and his bones screamed.

Wenwu stared into the man's eyes and said, "You have chosen a ridiculous name."

"My lord?"

"You used a tangerine as my code name."

The little bit of aggravated energy made the man almost faint.

But civil and military forces would not let him be so happy. The ability brought by the ten rings was not only destructive, but also made people miserable.

"Your ridiculous behavior has made me lose face in front of John." Wen Wu had a stern look on his face. The king who had fought for thousands of years exuded a coercion that made the common people tremble.

The man couldn't hold on any longer.

He compromised in front of civil and military forces.

His ribs were almost completely broken.

Wen Wu let go of his hand and watched the man pouring out everything he knew.

The guy called the Mandarin is hiding in a manor in Miami.

The ridiculous game is over.

Wenwu ordered: "Go to Miami."

Xu Xialing stared at the dying man, and what Wen Wu just said appeared in her mind.

"The one named John is very important to Dad?"

It was the first time that young Xu Xialing saw such obvious emotions in his father.

After his mother's death, Wenwu has not shown much emotion.

Even if he could smile, he would smile at Shang Qi.

But this is all different.

Perhaps a girl is more sensitive. She can feel that Wenwu treats John as an equal that is different from children.

She had never seen her father show such equality to anyone other than her mother.

Xu Xialing wanted to know more about the John that Wen and Wu mentioned.

Too bad she can't do that now.

The seeds of escaping from that home have been planted in her heart. She is waiting for an opportunity to escape the control of her family like Shang Qi.

She also wants freedom, and she also wants her father to recognize her instead of just focusing on Shang-Chi.

The girl made up her mind looked outside.

Wenwu who got the answer no longer needs that person.

So the man was thrown out of the plane, in mid-air, free-falling.

The process of falling is a countdown to death.

Wenwu smiled and said, "I will win this game."

...