Chapter 66 Dax’s suit and Luo’s trivial matters
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Nan Shan Dou Xi
The next day.
"Investigators indicated that it was an execution-style execution."
The TV shows news of a gang dispute in which five people were killed.
John held a pen in his hand. He looked at the document and then at Hattie who was standing aside.
He remembered that he was here for vacation.
"As disappointing as it is, I need to remind you," Hatty said with a smile, "that you have more to deal with at Hammer Industries than you think, Mr. Wick."
"Is this why you rang the doorbell at my door early in the morning?" John sighed, and said as if he was a little disappointed, "You should know that I asked you because there are a lot of things that need to be done. Someone takes care of it.”
"Yes, I know, Mr. Wick." Hattie wore a white dress and raised her neck arrogantly like a white swan, "But I'm just an assistant."
"I can understand that you are asking me to give you a promotion and a salary increase?"
Despite his unwillingness to work, John signed the document, muttering: "This will make Ferdinand sad."
Holding a pen in his right hand, he quickly sorted through the pile of documents.
He kept a few of them and looked at them carefully.
"The Iron Soldier has been put into production. General Ross wants to modify it in some aspects?" John thought for a while, "Tell him that we can provide take-out Iron Soldier equipment, but that is another price."
"Why are the documents from Taran Industries here too?" John saw that the next stop was Taran Industries, about new body armor materials.
Hattie shrugged, "In addition to you, Taran Industries, Mr. Olof is still on vacation in Miami."
"I should let him come back," John looked at the body armor material on it, he thought thoughtfully, "Speaking of which, I also need a new suit for Dax."
Leaving two documents behind and handing the rest to Hattie, John got up and went out.
Ferdinand was holding a paper book outside and reading it. His expression was fascinated, and he was obviously fascinated by the book.
Seeing his boss appear, he hurried over and opened the car door.
"Call Dax," John said, getting in the car, "and tell him to wear civilian clothes and go to Taran Industries."
Ferdinand and Dax got the number last time, and he nodded after hearing this.
The passenger door was opened, and Hattie sat in. Meeting John's eyes, she said confidently: "I also need to go to the company."
"Okay." John nodded, it was a ride anyway.
Hattie smiled in triumph.
The car started and set off for Talan Industrial.
When they arrived at Taran Industries, Dax, who was wearing casual clothes, was pretending to be a passerby on the roadside.
Seeing John appear, he took steps to follow.
"What are you calling me for?" Dax asked naturally.
Hattie looked at the person who appeared, and her pupils flashed with strange colors.
During the investigation of John, she found out that John had been pestered by the FBI several times at the police station.
One of them is the person in front of me.
Benjamin Dykes Poindexter.
"You need a new suit, Dax." John led people into Taran Industries and went directly to the body armor production workshop.
He said to the workshop supervisor: "Bring out the new body armor."
The workshop supervisor is a thin middle-aged man.
"Okay, Mr. Wick."
They walked into the body armor testing site.
The family wore a body armor and moved out.
On a long table, there are guns, various cold weapons and throwing objects.
John said to Dax: "It's your strength."
Dax saw the pistol on the table, picked it up and shot.
The bullets flew towards the bulletproof vest, and none of them missed.
His powerful shooting skills frequently attracted Hattie's attention.
This level is second to none even in the military.
Dax finished the fight quickly, picked up the mirror-reflective throwing knife, and fired five of them in three seconds, each one hitting the bulletproof vest.
Then came the others.
No matter what it is, as long as it is in the hands of Dax, it can always become the most deadly weapon.
The body armor was damaged, exposing the interlayer, and there were two throwing knives hanging on the clothes.
The workshop supervisor wiped his cold sweat and saw that his body armor was punched through.
It's not that the materials are bad, but that after bullet shooting and puncture experiments, even body armor cannot stop them all.
Coupled with the power of Dax's throw, it is not strange to penetrate the body armor.
"Okay," John frowned and looked at the workshop supervisor, "I need a body armor that covers the whole body. It is smart, lightweight, and preferably shock-absorbing and puncture-proof."
The workshop supervisor felt very embarrassed as he listened to each request.
Suddenly, he thought of something and said, "There is an unfinished experiment that I think will meet your requirements."
"Just use that one." John finalized the material for the body armor.
He said to the confused Dax: "You will become a hero, Dax."
When Dax heard this, his expression changed slightly.
"You have been suppressed for a long time and you need to release it."
Taking Dax to customize clothes, John looked at Dax whose shoulder width was measured by a tailor, and said calmly: "Continuing to suppress will only make you want to break through the restrictions more and more like a spring."
The Obscurus is something that results from a wizard being suppressed and suppressing his own magic and emotions.
Although Dax is a Squib, his Obscurus is the same.
The hosts of Obscurus have miserable lives, and their emotions are more likely to go to extremes.
Either kill the Obscurus, or let the Obscurus become his own power and release it.
John chose the latter.
In this era of superheroes, why can't Dex become a superhero?
Killing is an evil act against innocent people.
So what if it's against the villains of Hell's Kitchen?
It is also destruction, let this desire for destruction be used in heroic acts.
This is the route John gave Dax.
The FBI needs to abide by laws and rules, but there are always people who cannot be punished by law, so leave it to heroes.
Dax let the tailor fiddle with him, and he felt his heart beating very fast.
Especially when John told him that he would become a hero, he could feel the desire in his heart at that moment.
He looked at John, and there was care called equality on that young face.
That was not the way he looked at a patient, let alone a doctor.
That's watching, Dax.
After he lost everything, John created everything for him.
That is a new value, a new concept.
Now, he no longer needs to listen to the boxes of therapy tapes to fall asleep every night.
Seeing the former North Star, his heart no longer felt the same as before.
He gradually gave up tracking Julie, and even Ray noticed something was different about him.
Whenever he gets the urge to destroy, he takes out the gold coin.
After the measurements were completed, a blue tight-fitting suit was completed with additional tailoring work in the workshop.
This piece of clothing has a very good shock-absorbing effect, and even a fall from three floors will not harm Dax.
He is equipped with many weapons, including throwing knives on his back and waist.
Dax looked at himself in the mirror and couldn't believe it was him.
"It's light enough that you can even wear it under casual clothes."
John touched his chin and looked at him, "One more s, and you'll be Superman."
"Let's see where we can do some good deeds." John took out his pocket watch and took a look. Time flew by so fast.
A suit was specially customized for Dax.
John took the book Ferdinand was still reading and took the car to the restaurant.
Some time passed, and John saw Robert reading a book in the corner through the glass.
He walked over to say hello.
As tea lovers, they haven't seen each other for a while, and they don't have the slightest connection.
"what happened to your hand?"
Robert glanced at the back of his hand and said with a smile, "It's a little bruised."
John did not continue to ask. He took out a book and put it on the table and said, "I promised you last time. This book is very famous in my place."
"I'm flattered," Robert smiled, picking up the book and squinting, "Wandering with werewolves? Wow, that sounds magical."
Seemingly surprised that John liked this kind of book, Robert smiled and shook his head, "I will read this book carefully."
Just then, someone opened the door and came in. It was a wire worker.
John saw Robert's eyes moving over inadvertently, and then his eyes changed.
"Need help?" John asked calmly with his back to the man.
Robert said: "A small thing."
...
"Investigators indicated that it was an execution-style execution."
The TV shows news of a gang dispute in which five people were killed.
John held a pen in his hand. He looked at the document and then at Hattie who was standing aside.
He remembered that he was here for vacation.
"As disappointing as it is, I need to remind you," Hatty said with a smile, "that you have more to deal with at Hammer Industries than you think, Mr. Wick."
"Is this why you rang the doorbell at my door early in the morning?" John sighed, and said as if he was a little disappointed, "You should know that I asked you because there are a lot of things that need to be done. Someone takes care of it.”
"Yes, I know, Mr. Wick." Hattie wore a white dress and raised her neck arrogantly like a white swan, "But I'm just an assistant."
"I can understand that you are asking me to give you a promotion and a salary increase?"
Despite his unwillingness to work, John signed the document, muttering: "This will make Ferdinand sad."
Holding a pen in his right hand, he quickly sorted through the pile of documents.
He kept a few of them and looked at them carefully.
"The Iron Soldier has been put into production. General Ross wants to modify it in some aspects?" John thought for a while, "Tell him that we can provide take-out Iron Soldier equipment, but that is another price."
"Why are the documents from Taran Industries here too?" John saw that the next stop was Taran Industries, about new body armor materials.
Hattie shrugged, "In addition to you, Taran Industries, Mr. Olof is still on vacation in Miami."
"I should let him come back," John looked at the body armor material on it, he thought thoughtfully, "Speaking of which, I also need a new suit for Dax."
Leaving two documents behind and handing the rest to Hattie, John got up and went out.
Ferdinand was holding a paper book outside and reading it. His expression was fascinated, and he was obviously fascinated by the book.
Seeing his boss appear, he hurried over and opened the car door.
"Call Dax," John said, getting in the car, "and tell him to wear civilian clothes and go to Taran Industries."
Ferdinand and Dax got the number last time, and he nodded after hearing this.
The passenger door was opened, and Hattie sat in. Meeting John's eyes, she said confidently: "I also need to go to the company."
"Okay." John nodded, it was a ride anyway.
Hattie smiled in triumph.
The car started and set off for Talan Industrial.
When they arrived at Taran Industries, Dax, who was wearing casual clothes, was pretending to be a passerby on the roadside.
Seeing John appear, he took steps to follow.
"What are you calling me for?" Dax asked naturally.
Hattie looked at the person who appeared, and her pupils flashed with strange colors.
During the investigation of John, she found out that John had been pestered by the FBI several times at the police station.
One of them is the person in front of me.
Benjamin Dykes Poindexter.
"You need a new suit, Dax." John led people into Taran Industries and went directly to the body armor production workshop.
He said to the workshop supervisor: "Bring out the new body armor."
The workshop supervisor is a thin middle-aged man.
"Okay, Mr. Wick."
They walked into the body armor testing site.
The family wore a body armor and moved out.
On a long table, there are guns, various cold weapons and throwing objects.
John said to Dax: "It's your strength."
Dax saw the pistol on the table, picked it up and shot.
The bullets flew towards the bulletproof vest, and none of them missed.
His powerful shooting skills frequently attracted Hattie's attention.
This level is second to none even in the military.
Dax finished the fight quickly, picked up the mirror-reflective throwing knife, and fired five of them in three seconds, each one hitting the bulletproof vest.
Then came the others.
No matter what it is, as long as it is in the hands of Dax, it can always become the most deadly weapon.
The body armor was damaged, exposing the interlayer, and there were two throwing knives hanging on the clothes.
The workshop supervisor wiped his cold sweat and saw that his body armor was punched through.
It's not that the materials are bad, but that after bullet shooting and puncture experiments, even body armor cannot stop them all.
Coupled with the power of Dax's throw, it is not strange to penetrate the body armor.
"Okay," John frowned and looked at the workshop supervisor, "I need a body armor that covers the whole body. It is smart, lightweight, and preferably shock-absorbing and puncture-proof."
The workshop supervisor felt very embarrassed as he listened to each request.
Suddenly, he thought of something and said, "There is an unfinished experiment that I think will meet your requirements."
"Just use that one." John finalized the material for the body armor.
He said to the confused Dax: "You will become a hero, Dax."
When Dax heard this, his expression changed slightly.
"You have been suppressed for a long time and you need to release it."
Taking Dax to customize clothes, John looked at Dax whose shoulder width was measured by a tailor, and said calmly: "Continuing to suppress will only make you want to break through the restrictions more and more like a spring."
The Obscurus is something that results from a wizard being suppressed and suppressing his own magic and emotions.
Although Dax is a Squib, his Obscurus is the same.
The hosts of Obscurus have miserable lives, and their emotions are more likely to go to extremes.
Either kill the Obscurus, or let the Obscurus become his own power and release it.
John chose the latter.
In this era of superheroes, why can't Dex become a superhero?
Killing is an evil act against innocent people.
So what if it's against the villains of Hell's Kitchen?
It is also destruction, let this desire for destruction be used in heroic acts.
This is the route John gave Dax.
The FBI needs to abide by laws and rules, but there are always people who cannot be punished by law, so leave it to heroes.
Dax let the tailor fiddle with him, and he felt his heart beating very fast.
Especially when John told him that he would become a hero, he could feel the desire in his heart at that moment.
He looked at John, and there was care called equality on that young face.
That was not the way he looked at a patient, let alone a doctor.
That's watching, Dax.
After he lost everything, John created everything for him.
That is a new value, a new concept.
Now, he no longer needs to listen to the boxes of therapy tapes to fall asleep every night.
Seeing the former North Star, his heart no longer felt the same as before.
He gradually gave up tracking Julie, and even Ray noticed something was different about him.
Whenever he gets the urge to destroy, he takes out the gold coin.
After the measurements were completed, a blue tight-fitting suit was completed with additional tailoring work in the workshop.
This piece of clothing has a very good shock-absorbing effect, and even a fall from three floors will not harm Dax.
He is equipped with many weapons, including throwing knives on his back and waist.
Dax looked at himself in the mirror and couldn't believe it was him.
"It's light enough that you can even wear it under casual clothes."
John touched his chin and looked at him, "One more s, and you'll be Superman."
"Let's see where we can do some good deeds." John took out his pocket watch and took a look. Time flew by so fast.
A suit was specially customized for Dax.
John took the book Ferdinand was still reading and took the car to the restaurant.
Some time passed, and John saw Robert reading a book in the corner through the glass.
He walked over to say hello.
As tea lovers, they haven't seen each other for a while, and they don't have the slightest connection.
"what happened to your hand?"
Robert glanced at the back of his hand and said with a smile, "It's a little bruised."
John did not continue to ask. He took out a book and put it on the table and said, "I promised you last time. This book is very famous in my place."
"I'm flattered," Robert smiled, picking up the book and squinting, "Wandering with werewolves? Wow, that sounds magical."
Seemingly surprised that John liked this kind of book, Robert smiled and shook his head, "I will read this book carefully."
Just then, someone opened the door and came in. It was a wire worker.
John saw Robert's eyes moving over inadvertently, and then his eyes changed.
"Need help?" John asked calmly with his back to the man.
Robert said: "A small thing."
...
