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S.H.I.E.L.D.
Every time Fury walked past the warehouse where vibranium was stored, his eyelids would twitch. Agent Hill stood beside him and said, "Out of sight, out of mind."
"Any results from Coulson?" Fury asked, turning his head away. Looking at it again made his heart ache.
S.H.I.E.L.D. used to be the one tricking others, but this time they had been tricked themselves. And it was a big one.
Fury was unwilling to give up and asked again about the son of the Wick family. Coulson had been undercover beside Watson Wick for ten years. Was it possible he truly knew nothing?
Unfortunately, Agent Hill shook her head. "Coulson doesn't know much about him. Over all these years, he has only seen John Wick in New Mexico."
This could not be blamed on Coulson. John rarely came home.
"An alien god comes to Earth, and John Wick just happens to be traveling?" Fury scoffed.
He was the king of agents, not the king of fools.
With something so obvious, Fury could not help but wonder if John knew about Thor's arrival.
"He's a wizard," Fury said, hands clasped behind his back. "According to our records, those people are just as complicated as alien gods."
It wasn't the first time S.H.I.E.L.D. had dealt with wizards. There had even been a massive magical incident in New York, though whether it actually happened was still a mystery. Only one old soldier remembered it clearly.
Fury's expression grew serious as he recalled the past. "Remember Washington? The damage back then was even more terrifying than anything the alien gods caused."
He tapped a few keys on the control panel, and John's photo appeared on the screen.
"Wizards. We have to be extremely careful with them."
Staring at the young man in the photo, Fury said, "One wizard is enough to give us a headache."
"The wizard I know could even handle a nuclear bomb." Fury's expression was solemn. "That's why we are restarting that plan."
"Why not recruit him into your plan?" Agent Hill asked, puzzled. "His magic should meet your standards."
Fury was silent.
Recruit him?
In his office, there was also an assessment report on John Wick. Natasha had been placed beside John for the purpose of conducting an assessment. But that report made Fury hesitate to recruit John into the team.
The Avengers plan was not originally favored by the World Security Council, and the plan had been shelved. Fury did not give up. The plan began in 1995, and he wanted to continue it.
The appearance of Steve Rogers brought him new hope. A group of superheroes, led by the first superhero. His spirit might become the soul of this team.
In a team, there can be old methods and new methods. But there cannot be someone anti-humanity.
In Natasha's report to Fury, the assessment of John was not particularly positive. Even more, John's true strength was still unknown. The only known record of his achievements was a battle with Tony. The specifics of that battle were still unknown.
"We need to understand him better," Fury said. "Romanoff's assessment of him wasn't thorough enough."
The methods of fighting, though varied, all follow the same core principles. Fast speed, great strength, high defense, and ruthless moves. As long as you can achieve these four points, you can basically dominate anywhere.
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After the street fight incident, Peter and Ned greatly admired Shang-Chi. Shang-Chi became famous after one battle, becoming a legendary fighter at Midtown High School. This was not the life he had wanted. He was afraid his father would find out and come looking for him.
He still naively thought that changing his name to Sean was a clever move. Little did he know that Wenwu had already chosen a teacher for him.
John was that teacher.
A surprise inspection startled Shang-Chi, who was practicing. Looking at Shang-Chi doing a three-finger handstand, John asked, "So you never thought this could easily cause a brain hemorrhage?"
"Huh?" Shang-Chi opened his mouth, lost his balance, and fell to the floor.
John picked him up with one hand. "Are you very good at fighting?"
"I'm not," Shang-Chi answered quickly, looking at John in confusion.
He was still growing, and his weight was already over a hundred pounds. Being lifted was as easy as lifting a chick.
With a casual toss, John sent Shang-Chi rolling five or six times across the floor.
John clapped his hands and said, "Since you like practicing martial arts, you can take Peter for morning exercises from now on."
Without giving Shang-Chi time to think about the connection between morning exercises and martial arts, John raised a finger. "Ten percent off the rent."
"Deal!" Shang-Chi agreed without hesitation.
Only after managing a household did he realize how expensive daily necessities were. If he had not gone to May's place to eat, even with half the rent, Shang-Chi would have been close to eating dirt. Hearing that the rent could be reduced, he could only apologize to Peter in his heart.
John began inspecting the furniture, directing Shang-Chi to move everything out of a room.
Shang-Chi was exhausted. A half-grown kid moved all that furniture, while John did not move at all, as if he were afraid of getting his hands dirty.
In the empty room, John nodded in satisfaction and beckoned Shang-Chi over. "Come, let's spar a bit."
Shang-Chi was already suspicious about John lifting him with one hand. Now, hearing that they were going to spar, he became serious. Could the landlord be someone sent by his father? But he had clearly made such good changes.
He was lost in thought and did not even notice John walking up to him.
The next second, there was a slap.
Shang-Chi flew across the room and hit the wall, a red handprint on his face.
"Were you spacing out?" John shook his hand. "Don't do that next time."
As the saying goes, do not hit someone in the face. John's slap directly brought out Shang-Chi's anger.
He no longer cared who John was sent by and rushed forward to attack.
Wenwu had said his son was the strongest warrior, and he had not lied. Among his peers, no one could fight Shang-Chi.
But he was facing John, the Wizard King of the magical world.
Do not think a Wizard King does not engage in close combat. Back then, he was ruthless, with a wand in his left hand and a sword in his right, and he could pierce hard bone with a pencil.
Even without using magic, John could easily suppress Shang-Chi.
Originally, Shang-Chi only had one slap mark on his face, but now his face was bruised and swollen. John's fists were almost always aimed at his face.
This made Shang-Chi's anger grow stronger and stronger. As he continued to throw punches, a force began to radiate from his body.
John caught a fist aimed at his neck, then used his knee to strike, causing Shang-Chi to arch his body, retreat several steps, fall to his knees, and lose the ability to fight.
Shang-Chi's stomach churned, and burning pain appeared everywhere. He vomited, the anger in his eyes intensifying, red veins appearing in the whites of his eyes. He roared and climbed up again.
But no matter how he attacked, John always found Shang-Chi's weak points, beating him up and kicking him away.
Over time, Shang-Chi was covered in injuries and let out a furious roar.
A wave of energy burst from his body, and terrifying cracks appeared on the wall.
Shang-Chi's punch, fueled by rage, created a sonic boom.
That was magic, but unlike the way wizards used magic, this was more brute force.
Watching the fist get closer and closer, John smiled.
"Indeed, he has the potential of a wizard."
His wand slid into his hand, and John raised it. "Unfortunately, times have changed, kid."
"Levicorpus."
After that, the poor kid was knocked unconscious.
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When Shang-Chi woke up, it was already dark.
He was hanging on the wall, and all the cracks had disappeared. As if it were a dream, his injuries were also gone.
John casually snapped his fingers, and Shang-Chi hit the ground headfirst. If he had not trained to withstand blows, he probably would have needed to stay in the hospital for a few days.
"What is this?" Shang-Chi was confused.
John, however, had already figured it out completely.
"So that's how it is. He learned how to control magic very early, so he did not develop an Obscurus. Instead, it was hidden."
He stroked his chin and said, "Ordinary magic is not suitable for you yet."
"What magic?" Shang-Chi was confused.
By stimulating Shang-Chi's emotions and making him completely angry, John had figured out the situation. He just did not know why this person with wizard potential in front of him had not received an acceptance letter from Hogwarts. It might be related to Shang-Chi's family.
"I have good news for you," John said. "You have great potential. So I can reluctantly teach you how to use that potential."
"Who exactly are you?" Shang-Chi was still wary, unable to figure out John's identity.
"Me?" John tapped his wand, and all the furniture flew back into place.
"You can call me Mr. Wick, the one who will teach you to control that dangerous energy."
The magical scene left Shang-Chi speechless.
John smiled mysteriously. "You can think of me as your teacher, Sean."
"Teacher?" Shang-Chi looked at the flying furniture as if he were dreaming.
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