The Agent who tested him, the family members who were not at home, and the classmate who was with his sister.
All sorts of clues told John that this was not a normal matter.
He still needed some clues.
He wondered if that woman was still in London?
He pondered whether he should go and catch that woman to ask her.
Interrogation was difficult, but Veritaserum and Mind-Reading Spell could solve all of this.
However, the most pressing matter was to confirm where they had gone.
John picked up the phone at home, and he hesitated for a long time.
What was Dad's phone number?
Forgive him for liking to use owls in the Magic World.
He was also accustomed to using owls for correspondence in his daily life.
It seemed that since he came to this world, he had never used a phone, so he basically never asked for a number.
The long-unseen world of technology made him feel a bit unfamiliar.
Fortunately, before he transmigrated, technology had developed to the point where everyone had a mobile phone, and people basically didn't carry money when going out.
Although there were endless black technologies in the Marvel world, civilian technology was largely not much different.
Putting down the photo frame, John prepared to continue looking for clues.
It was a good holiday, but why did it feel increasingly troublesome? He sighed.
The holiday had just begun, making him foresee that this holiday would be very troublesome. He hoped it wouldn't ruin the holiday.
Leaving his sister's room, he saw his own room.
It was clean and tidy, just with fewer things.
A floor-to-ceiling window that offered a view of the Manhattan streetscape.
This view alone was worth a million dollars.
Dad has made quite a lot of money doing business these past years.
John paused in front of the floor-to-ceiling window for a while and breathed a puff of air onto the glass.
He extended his finger and drew on the glass.
A strange symbol resembling an eye was drawn on the glass.
This was a Detection Spell, which could detect if a house had been invaded. It was a very practical Magic.
After walking around, John appeared in the living room.
He drew out his wand. On the black wand, there were protrusions like tree knots.
Elder wood, Thestral tail-hair core.
This wand was the most powerful wand.
In the Magic World, it once belonged to the most powerful Wizard.
And John had taken the wand from its owner's hand.
It had a famous name, old wand.
Waving the old wand in the center of the living room, something like golden powder sprayed from the wand, covering the ground and printing out footprints.
Those footprints started moving. One pair was large leather shoes, and the other was thin-heeled high heels.
They moved from the living room to the second floor, arriving at his sister's room.
From the room, a pair of canvas shoe footprints appeared.
The large leather shoes walked back and forth several times and also went to the trophy room.
Finally, they went out, and these footprints disappeared.
John stared at the spot where the footprints disappeared, narrowing his eyes thoughtfully.
They were quite in a hurry.
Not long after the footprints disappeared, more footprints appeared.
This time it was different. It looked like a man's footprints. Leather shoes appeared at the door, walking around the house freely, as if looking for something.
This was clearly not any of the family members. The owner of the footprints walked into the trophy room.
He stopped at the cabinet where the golden snitch was placed.
John guessed that the other party had opened the cabinet, which was why the golden snitch came out.
That footprint almost went through every place in the house, not even sparing John's room.
In the end, he returned to the living room and left.
John fell into contemplation. Who was this person, and what was his relationship with that Agent?
Just as he was thinking, the light above his head began to flicker.
The Detection Spell he left behind reacted.
John looked up. His brow twitched, and his intuition told him something was happening.
Without hesitation, he waved the wand in his hand.
Protego.
A silver iron armor phantom emerged and enveloped him. The living room glass exploded, and a figure painted in red and gold flew towards John.
The iron armor phantom collided with the armor, bringing its movement to a halt. It completed a backflip in the air and used the thrusters in its palms and soles to stabilize its body.
The armor landed in a Super Hero style.
The Iron Armor Charm had the effect of defense and repulsion. Even a speeding car would be bounced away.
The person quickly stood up and raised his arm. A laser shot out from the armor's palm.
John's body turned and disappeared.
Apparition.
When he reappeared, he was already behind the armor, raising his right hand and clenching it forcefully.
Summoning Charm!
It was like a large hand grasping the armor, a strange force binding the opponent, lifting and squeezing it.
From the start of the battle until now, only a little over ten seconds had passed.
As John was about to crush this uninvited guest, he saw the familiar color scheme and couldn't help but be startled.
Iron Man?
As soon as he spoke, he saw the shoulder of the armor opposite open, launching a small bomb flying towards him.
Relashio.
The wand sprayed sparks, accurately hitting the missile.
Making the missile change direction and fly towards the second floor.
The explosion came, causing him to involuntarily release the Magic holding the armor.
Looking at the wall on the second floor that had been blown open, he felt a surge of anger.
Even a Super Hero, breaking into someone's house like this, would be beaten up!
Alright, I think Ariana will be very angry.
Jarvis, analyze this guy.
John was preparing to get serious, while Tony Stark was greatly startled.
In the perception of this physics genius, there was no such thing as Magic.
MIT didn't teach him how to break Magic either.
He couldn't understand for the time being why that guy holding a chopstick could make a missile change direction.
Sir, identity is locked.
Hack in directly.
As a playboy, Tony was never someone who could be bound by rules.
As the most powerful intelligent system, Jarvis had super computing capabilities.
Not long after Tony gave the order, it was as simple as opening a binary lock to hack into the S.H.I.E.L.D. database.
John Wick, male, born in 1980, British.
The information was pitifully scarce. This was the first time Tony had encountered this.
I feel like that kid seems angry, Tony said to Jarvis.
John's face made it difficult for him to associate the other party with being thirty years old.
In the brief exchange, he had to pay attention to the threat posed by the 'chopstick' in the other party's hand.
He raised his hands, and the laser cannons charged and fired.
This indicated he was going all out.
Protego!
The three essentials of the Magic World;
Protego, Expelliarmus, Apparition.
That strange phantom appeared again, and even the laser colliding with it was bounced back.
Tony was hit, flying out directly and hitting the Wick family's wall, his whole body caving in.
What the hell is this? Damn it!
Tony had no room to breathe. He saw the other party wave his wand, and the chair beside him bent and turned into a brown python wrapping around his arm.
The horrifying scene made him break out in a cold sweat. He grabbed the python and threw it away.
In the air, the python turned back into a chair and shattered upon falling.
John narrowed his eyes and said coldly, "I don't think you're a lost bird that flew into the wrong house."
Damn it, that charming London accent, is he a noble?
Tony complained about the other party's accent. Americans all quite liked this.
Controlling the armor, he got up from the wall.
His mask popped open, revealing the billionaire face that John had just seen that morning.
Yes, I specifically came to find you, Mr. London Noble.
The billionaire poisoned by palladium knew he couldn't deal with this person and spoke harshly, "I don't care what tricks you have, just come at me!"
Tony, who was already not long for this world, was attacked yesterday, so his mood naturally wouldn't be very good.
Fueled by the alcohol he had drunk, he simply came to deal with the trouble.
He had already made arrangements for his subsequent inheritance. The company would be left to Pepper, and the armor would be given to Rhodes.
Since that was the case, he couldn't let the potential threat continue to harm his family.
Whiplash's background was not simple. It was very likely that a competing company sent him to kill him.
Stark Industries and Hammer Industries were once rivals competing for government contracts. After he announced the closure of the weapons division, he was targeted by certain people because of the Iron Man suit.
And the beneficiary of all this was Hammer Industries.
Among the shareholders of Hammer Industries, there was someone with ties to Russia.
That person was Watson Wick.
John's Father.
Everything seemed logical. Kill Tony Stark, Stark Industries stock would plummet, and as the largest shareholder of Hammer Industries, the Wick Group could make a fortune.
Furthermore, given that he had a conflict with the Wick Group, it was entirely possible for the forces they possessed to eliminate him.
It was logical, and S.H.I.E.L.D.'s information gave Tony great confidence.
In the database of that black director, the Wick family was included.
All the evidence indicated that if Tony wanted his friends to be safe after his death, he had to eliminate the threat posed by the Wick Group.
The aftereffects of the celebratory alcohol buzz made him simply go ahead and do it.
However, the intelligence was wrong. The person in charge was not at the Wick home, but there was a young son.
When Tony opened his mask, John could smell the alcohol, the scent of who knew how many bottles of tequila he had drunk.
His expression was strange. "How much have you drunk?"
"What?" Tony said with the smell of alcohol, his words unrestrained, provoking, "Your mother doesn't let you drink?"
"You've successfully made me very angry, Tony Stark!"
John narrowed his eyes and waved his wand.
"I'll make you sober up."
Expelliarmus.
Red light turned into lightning at the tip of the wand, hitting the Iron Man suit and making it continuously retreat under the impact.
Tony reacted quickly, putting on his mask to protect his face and preparing to face the enemy.
Under the red lightning, the armor was forcibly opened, and pieces of equipment stripped away from his body and fell off.
Tony, who was resisting, originally thought he was going to die, but he felt a chill.
Cool wind blew in through the shattered glass.
Tony stared blankly downwards. The Iron Man suit on his body lay scattered on the ground.
And yesterday, during his revelry, he had even demonstrated how to use the toilet while wearing the Iron Man suit.
For convenience, he wasn't even wearing clothes.
So...
He was stark naked.
Are you here to fight or party?!!