I'm waving my magic wand in Marvel

Professor Bablin prayed that John would not say anything shocking.

But she was still wrong.

John met her refreshed, and the moment he opened his mouth made Bablin despair.

"The teaching atmosphere is not very good. Those students don't speak much."

John said with emotion: "It is better to be more active in the classroom."

When Babulin heard this, her heart trembled.

She asked with great difficulty: "Professor Wick, what did you say?"

"It's nothing," John waved his hand nonchalantly, "just some ancient magic, as well as Elvish language and Flora Colossus language. These ancient languages ​​​​can play a very good role in healing and protecting wizards at this stage."

John felt that he was setting the stage for the duel competition.

Ancient magic can work wonders in duels.

Professor Bablin stood frozen.

Flower God Colossus language?

Are you talking about the giant flower god that has become extinct in the magical world?

If it hadn't been mentioned, Bablin wouldn't even have thought of what other words the "I am Groot" Flower God Colossus clan would have said.

The cruelest reality is that even Professor Bablin doesn't know this.

She really wanted to tell John that with just one copy of "Advanced Runes", students could learn a wealth of knowledge.

And that was just a duel between students. Ancient magic can be passed down. Except for a few exceptions, most of them are destructive magic.

The ancient magic they used to duel was not magical enough.

It's not like the professor is here.

Professor Bablin's full words ran around in his mouth, and finally turned into one sentence, "Thank you very much, Professor Wu Weike."

John left in a good mood and walked briskly.

After watching John leave, Professor Bablin softened and leaned on the table, wanting to cry without tears.

"It's over, my teaching career."

...

"Why is this happening?"

Scott Long asked himself.

He sat in the holding cell holding his head.

Cross was shaking hands with the San Francisco Police Chief. He smiled brightly and said, "That's great. Thank you, Chief Gordon."

Chief Gurdon was neither tall nor strong, but looked very energetic. He smiled and said, "It is the responsibility of our police department to help citizens."

"I didn't expect that Pym Technology Company would be stolen." Cross said sadly, "I suspect that this person wants to sell the things Pym Technology Company researches to those arms dealers."

"Thank you for your timely arrival." Cross said with a frightened expression on his face, "I can't believe what the consequences will be if these things fall into the hands of those bad people."

Director Gordon repeatedly said no.

"By the way, the things have been found for you."

Director Gurdon took a suitcase and put it down. A trace of doubt flashed in his eyes and he asked, "What is here?"

"Something that can help humanity develop."

Cross opened the box in front of Director Gordon. Inside was a figure-like suit.

Scott really couldn't understand why Cross, a bad guy, dared to call the police.

You are a bad guy and want to sell Pym Particles to those evil arms dealers who rule the world.

Why did you call the police?

He couldn't understand that Hank Pym clearly told him that Cross was a person who wanted to use Pym particles to do bad things.

When Cross encountered him, he didn't let his men shoot or use force. He just used the most normal and practical method.

Call the police.

Dr. Pym also couldn’t figure out why Cross called the police.

And Hope, also confused.

Over there, Cross shook hands with Director Gordon and made a request.

He came to the detention room, crossed his arms and looked at Scott who was locked up.

"You don't have to tell me, I know who asked you to do this."

Cross said, "It's Hank Pym, right?"

"Aren't you afraid that the police will know about your illegal businesses?" Scott asked Cross.

Cross laughed, he laughed loudly and bent over.

"You don't think, I'm thinking, that I'm still doing some kind of... illegal business there?"

"You're so funny, Scott." He laughed so hard that tears almost came out. This hearty victory made him not mind giving this lost lamb a little more hints.

"Do you know what is the most profitable business in the world?" Cross asked a question.

Scott caught a glimpse of an ant crawling towards this side. He wanted to hold Cross back, so he replied: "Gambling? Selling contraband?"

"No, no, no," Cross shook his finger, walked up to Scott, stared at him and said, "It's a legal business that represents justice."

"Hank Pym must have told you what I was going to do with the shrinking technology, and that's what I planned to do."

A smile appeared on Cross's lips, "But I gave up."

"You gave up?" Scott's eyes widened.

You worked so hard to save the world, but the bad guy gave up halfway?

Cross nodded, glanced at his watch, and said with a relaxed expression: "It will be nine o'clock in three minutes."

"After nine o'clock, I will resign from Pym Technology."

"what?"

The ants that were heading towards Sco stopped.

Behind the camera on Ant's back, Hank Pym and Hope were stunned when they heard the news.

They knew exactly what Cross had done in order to obtain Pym Technology.

"Very strange?" Cross casually took out a thumb-sized object from his pocket.

There is a shrunken battle suit inside.

Cross said casually; "I figured something out."

"Pym Technology Company is a piece of shit." Cross said lightly, "As long as we have those technologies, there is no need for me to fight with Hank Pym."

He looked around. "You don't know Hank Pym. He's a selfish man."

"He clearly could make the world a better place, but he refused to do so. Mr. Wick woke me up." He pointed at Mark's head and said with a devilish smile, "This is where all my assets are."

"When I leave Pym Technology, a new Cross Technology will be born, and it will be better than Pym Technology."

"I can never make enough money, but power is equally tempting."

He put the things back into his pockets, put his hands in his pockets, and said, "I have signed some contracts with the government. Shrinking technology can bring technological innovation to mankind."

"I'm different from Hank Pym in that I'm more generous than him and don't mind sharing it with a few people."

"His selfishness killed his wife, and now his selfishness is killing you, Scott."

He approached Scott aggressively, so close that he would kiss him if he took a step forward. He smiled deeply and said, "Now, I am justice."

"And you, Scott Lang, Hank Pym," he said disdainfully, "you are the bad guys."

He spread his hands and left the detention room with a loud laugh under Scott's shattered world view.

As the heavy iron door closed again, Scott was completely dumbfounded.

arms?

I am among the largest arms merchants, why should I cooperate with others?

With the help of the formula and Pym particles, Cross successfully created the shrinking technology.

With this technology, he doesn't need to deal with those Hydras at all.

He took out his phone and looked at it before putting it away.

A soldier came from the opposite side and stopped in front of Cross, "Mr. Cross, General Ross would like to ask in detail about the shrinking technology."

"Okay, but I have a better proposal." Cross smiled, "A proposal from the superhero era."

"I'm sure he'd be interested."

He looked up at a camera and greeted Dr. Pym across the lens provocatively.

"It feels so good to be on the side of justice."

Hank Pym could only watch as this man got into the military jeep.

Hope put down the phone and said with a complex expression: "He resigned."

"He's telling the truth," Hank Pym murmured to himself. "He's going to Justice."

The Pym particles that he wanted to keep even if he fell out with SHIELD were recreated in the hands of Cross.

Now Hank Pym is no longer irreplaceable.

The military will protect him at the highest level.

Unless they were going against the entire American government, they turned on Cross for unconscious treason.

Hank Pym lost.

Ant-Man, whom he worked so hard to train, was completely defeated by Cross's small move.

Pym Technologies is back in its hands, a shattered company.

The selling of stock by shareholders, Cross's shares and Wick's shares, was enough to shatter the company.

Those shares would be Cross's starting capital, and unless Hank Pym bowed to the World Security Council, there was no way to stop him.

As if he had aged more than ten years, Hank Pym was hunched over.

He couldn't understand why Cross changed.

That John Wick is so charming?

Tony, who is about to get back together with Pepper, gets a call.

"I want to talk to you, Stark."

Tony tried his best to get his girlfriend back. When he heard this, he said perfunctorily: "I don't know who you are, but if you can get my personal mobile phone number, I am still willing to give you a chance, but Wait until I’m free.”

"Really? Mr. Wick said you might be interested in what I have on hand." The voice on the other side said calmly.

Tony stopped subconsciously when he heard Wick, "Which Wick?"

"John Wick."

"Okay," Tony looked at the time and said through gritted teeth, "it better be something that interests me."

"who are you?"

"Darren Cross."

Losing his position at Pim Technology, Cross has more options.

Avengers, and the military.

However, his real partner will only be that person.

Selecting good wine at the winery, Cross finally picked out a bottle of Romanée-Conti and walked to the balcony. He wore comfortable and casual clothes and admired the scenery here.

Pour out a glass of wine that is too expensive to drink.

From now on, new members of the Second Alliance are born.

He raised his glass to the prosperity, "Cheers."

...

"One more chapter"