Ferdinand's call reminded John that New York, currently a scene of devastation, was a goldmine.
The aftermath of the New York War included not only alien technology but also the work of repair and reconstruction.
Just getting a piece of the pie could add another name to the Vanity Fair magazine.
Massive repair and reconstruction work, huge government orders.
If handled properly, it could raise one's ranking on the rich list by several positions.
John casually picked up the Mind Scepter, whose energy glow had significantly dimmed, and said, "Contact Nick Fury."
Moss said, "Contacting Nick Fury."
The call was quickly connected.
"I found what you're looking for. Come and get it."
How can one sentence make half of S.H.I.E.L.D. appear at your doorstep?
When the Wick doorbell rang, John was putting a photo into a photo frame.
Hearing the sound, he opened the door.
Outside the door was the one-eyed Director... Nick Fury, along with his tough subordinates, appearing at the door simultaneously.
Natasha and Barton stood on either side.
Rumlow, the captain of the S.H.I.E.L.D. Strike Team, led his fully armed team, while the bald Agent named Sitwell looked very uncomfortable, glancing around.
Agents were monitoring the surrounding intersections.
If they weren't afraid of being too conspicuous, they would have directly blocked off several streets and sent planes to patrol the sky.
Fury, wearing a black trench coat and with his hands behind his back, asked, "Where is the thing?"
John raised an eyebrow and looked outside. "With so many people, I don't have that much to entertain."
Looking at Sitwell, John teased, "It seems you had a little slip of the hand."
Sitwell's expression became even more uncomfortable.
Who would have thought that Captain America would say 'Hail Hydra' with his own mouth?
He thought this round was secure, but it turned out to be someone impersonating him.
He couldn't say these words, otherwise Fury would know his identity as a Hydra infiltrator.
Everyone had a suspect, but no one could speak it out.
Looking at John's playful look, he felt as uncomfortable as if he had eaten a bug.
John casually took out the Mind Scepter. Anyway, he had already pirated one, so this one was not of much use anymore.
The moment they saw the Mind Scepter, everyone had an expression that said, "It's really yours."
Especially Fury, who had been monitoring all the surveillance cameras on the streets around the Wick house these past few days.
John hadn't left the house at all, yet he suddenly produced the Mind Scepter at home.
This kid wasn't even trying to hide it.
"I'm a Wizard. Isn't it very reasonable to find this thing?"
John saw through Fury's thoughts. He wasn't going to take the blame; this was done by the Avengers.
He glanced at Natasha and said, "Agent Romanoff can testify for me."
Natasha was called out. She looked at the photo frame in John's hand, which contained a picture of herself leaning against a tree trunk and throwing up.
Her face darkened.
She was so angry, but she couldn't hit him.
Fury didn't dwell on this. As long as he got the Mind Scepter back, it was fine.
He looked at the scepter, frowned, and thought, 'Is this thing a little different?'
Looking closely, the energy glow was several shades dimmer.
He also had a dark look on his face. What exactly did this kid do with the Mind Scepter?
John handed the Mind Scepter to Agent Sitwell, who was about to take it.
As the other party was about to take it, he hesitated and said, "Are you sure you don't want someone else to take it? Aren't you afraid of losing it?"
His meaning was very clear.
Sitwell took a deep breath. 'Who are you implying?'
Barton stood there and curiously asked Natasha, "Has he always been like this?"
Natasha remained silent. She hadn't noticed him being so annoying before.
Finally, the Mind Scepter was taken back. The scepter was escorted back by the S.H.I.E.L.D. Strike Team, and Fury was left behind.
However, he didn't even get a cup of coffee before he saw a business card handed to him by John.
Fury saw the business card and said in surprise, "Silver Hand Fashion Architecture?"
"Taran Industries is starting to get involved in the real estate industry?"
John shrugged. "Look behind you."
Fury looked, seeing the street view overlooked by the top luxury residences in Manhattan.
It used to be rich and prosperous, but now only brokenness and ruins are intertwined.
"This place needs to be rebuilt, but I have a better way," John added a drop of unknown potion to the photo in the frame, and the photo inside began to move. "Have you seen Old Bridge Town?"
Fury remembered Coulson dealing with Old Bridge Town, and he turned to look at John.
"You may know something about Wizards, but not thoroughly."
The photo was like a short video, repeatedly showing Natasha's embarrassing moments. John casually picked up a cup and threw it on the ground.
"Destruction is not our specialty."
The cup shattered all over the floor, and he waved his wand.
All the fragments gathered in one direction, and finally turned back into a complete cup in John's hand.
John poured hot water into it and chuckled, "Repair is."
Fury stared at the water cup, witnessing this scene with his own eyes, and he said in a deep voice, "What do you want?"
"Nothing, just making a contribution to New York," John took a sip of hot water and said casually. "My team is very willing to take over the reconstruction of damaged buildings in Manhattan. Of course, you have to pay."
Fury said, "You're letting people on the street watch a Wizard cast spells?"
"Aren't you afraid the public will know about Wizards?"
"No way?" John looked at Fury in surprise when he heard this. "Half a month ago, aliens and guys claiming to be gods flew over this place, as well as a billionaire and an angry Hulk."
"Do you think these are not more unusual than Wizards?"
You already have aliens and gods, and you're still concerned about whether there are Wizards?
This kid is really...
Perhaps the meaning in John's eyes was too obvious, and Fury was also thinking about letting Wizards enter the public eye.
The era of Super Heroes. This is the worst era.
Because the birth of Super Heroes means the possible arrival of super villains and greater crises.
It is also the best era.
Facing aliens who can destroy New York, and the menacing Purple Sweet Potato Essence.
Isn't a Wizard, who is also a native of this world and willing to show goodwill, easier for them to accept?
Before the New York War, there was a gap between ordinary people and Wizards.
Those not of our kind are bound to have different hearts.
This is true even between countries.
Not to mention the difference between them having Magic and not having Magic.
They will be wary of the Wizard's Magic and will have conflicts with Wizards.
But facing aliens who threaten this world, they have a common enemy.
The existence of a crisis is the easiest way to unite the internal forces.
Even the Hulk has become a hero, Captain America, that young man over ninety years old, has been accepted, and Thor, that alien hunk, is still highly sought after.
Why would Wizards, who are natives of this world, be ostracized?
As the King of Agents, Fury was naturally not a fool.
He also understood this truth. To protect this world, the power from Wizards is indispensable.
After all, he said that the Avengers was created to attract outstanding talents from all over the world.
The power of Wizards cannot be excluded, and must even be fought for!
Thinking quickly, Fury said, "I cannot decide. This needs to be decided by the city government."
John smiled. "In that case, I'll take it as you tacitly agree."
Since S.H.I.E.L.D. doesn't object, the city government will have even less reason to.
Soon, in New York, an inconspicuous company called Silver Hand Fashion Architecture was established.
And the work of rebuilding Manhattan and repairing the damaged buildings fell into the hands of this small-scale company.
Repairing New York?
Wizards are good at it!
Someone saw a worker wearing clothes with the words Silver Hand Fashion Architecture on them, wearing a funny miner's hat, and gesturing with a branch in front of a damaged house.
That damaged house, as if time was flowing backward, put itself together from the ruins.
Even furniture missing limbs became completely intact.
The efficiency was so fast that one person was equivalent to a construction team.
Once people get used to this construction team.
Things like the Statute of Secrecy will no longer be needed in the future.
Wizards also no longer need to hide their identities.
Living openly in this world.
A certain dark wizard who wanted to wage war and eliminate Muggles couldn't help but give a thumbs-up when he found out.
Power is supreme. Since you don't want to eliminate everyone except Wizards.
Then make those people unable to live without Wizards.
"This is the first step." Standing on one of the few surviving tall buildings in Manhattan, John looked down at the city with a smile on his face.
"Let Wizards live openly."
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