"How come? My villa is equipped with an alarm system. You were able to enter only because I gave you permission in advance; otherwise, it would be impossible to get in. I also have bodyguards with me outside!"
"What if someone has permission to enter your house?" John looked at Tony and said.
"No, the only people who have permission to enter my house now are Pepper, you, Obi, and Rhodey." Tony looked back at John, who was still silent.
"Do you mean Obi? That's impossible. Obi has been with Stark Industries for decades. He was a good brother to my father. How could he attack me?" Tony said with a smile.
"Mr. Stark, there's a saying in China, 'knowing people, knowing the face but not the heart.' But it doesn't matter. I want a reactor. I guess it will help my abilities, okay?"
"Okay, in a few days. Right now, I'm focused on this flight stabilizer!" Tony turned his head away and continued working on the computer.
"OK, I'll go to the city to buy something to eat. I ate everything in the refrigerator last night, and I'm still hungry now!" John turned and left.
Although Tony didn't stop working, he still had some precautions against Obadiah in his heart. Who made John a person who could predict the future?
Pepper was still busy on her laptop in the living room, handling many small tasks that needed her attention every day.
Seeing John walk up, she asked, "John, what's wrong?"
"It's okay, Sister Pepper. I'm going to buy something to eat in the city. I haven't had dinner yet."
"Oh, sorry. I was too busy today, and my head is a mess. I forgot to bring dinner back. I haven't eaten either," Pepper said, patting her head.
"Oh, didn't Obadiah leave you a pizza?" John asked.
"No, he's gone. John, there seem to be some fast food items in the cabinet. Let's eat some!" Pepper was about to get up and go to the kitchen.
"Don't bother. I'll go to the city and bring something back for you too. There are no snacks at all, and I'm not used to it." John smiled.
Pepper seemed embarrassed. "John, I have something to deal with now, and I may not be able to take you to the city."
"No, no, I can go by myself."
"But it's four kilometers from here to the city, and it's already nine thirty in the evening!" Pepper said, looking at her watch.
John waved his hand and said, "Sister Pepper, have you forgotten that I have superpowers?"
He walked to the outside lawn, looked at the dark night sky, raised his hands gently, and two metal pieces flew out from his calves and wrapped around his hands.
The metal plates inlaid on the bottoms of his feet exerted force, and John jumped into the air, quickly flying toward the city.
"Mr. Stark, Mr. John has left the house!"
In the studio, Jarvis's voice came out, and a surveillance video appeared on the screen next to Tony, showing John flying away.
Tony was even more silent when he saw it. "I see. Continue to monitor John's movements."
"Yes, sir."
Tony watched the figure flying away. His hands moved a little faster, and his yearning for flying became more determined.
...
Within three minutes, John landed on the edge of the city, stopped a taxi, and headed to the supermarket.
In the car, John's phone rang.
"Hey, Aunt Jenny, haven't slept yet?"
"I'm fine, just working together here. It's going well."
"Yes, I am going to the supermarket to buy some food. You know, I like snacks."
"No, I have money, and I don't spend much here."
"Okay, I will see you next week. I'll come and go quickly."
"Well, good. You rest early. Say hello to Uncle George. Good night."
John hung up the phone and looked at the dim surroundings. It didn't seem like the city at all. Even the street lights were dim.
"Hey, I'm going to the supermarket. Where are you taking me?" John asked, looking angrily at the silent driver.
The car braked violently, and the driver got out, opening the backseat door and pulling John out.
"Kid, hand over all the money you have, or the knife in my hand will get bloody!"
The tall white driver ferociously pushed John against the car door, holding a black knife against his stomach.
"Hey, wait a minute. Are you robbing me?" John looked at him calmly, without the slightest fear.
"Hurry up, get the money out! I know you have money." The blade pressed harder against John's belly.
"Is this your first robbery? Aren't you afraid of the cameras here?" John asked with a smile.
The driver didn't respond, instead reaching into John's pockets to take out his money and phone.
John had more than six hundred dollars on him, and the driver took it along with his phone.
The driver seemed very satisfied with the haul, his eyes growing more ferocious.
"Hey, you took all the money. What more do you want?"
The man looked at John coldly, bent his elbow, and slammed it into John's neck.
The huge force made John's head tilt slightly. Although it didn't hurt him, who had a full nineteen points of defense, John's eyes instantly turned cold.
The strength just now, if it were an ordinary child, would have broken his neck and killed him instantly.
The robber clearly intended to kill.
John's smile vanished. With a light effort, he threw the driver two meters away. He gently raised his palm, and three metal pieces quickly wrapped around the man's neck and wrists.
The strong pull of the metal pieces bent the man, nailing him to the taxi and locking his upper body tightly.
The metal pieces caused blood to ooze from his neck, and his wrists were stuck so that the blood couldn't circulate.
John walked up to him. "I've encountered more than 20 robberies in New York. Most robbers just take the money and leave, so I ended up sending them to the police station."
"The only time a driver tried something, I had his legs crippled."
"But this is the first time someone tried to kill me. You actually did it. I'm just an eleven-year-old child!" John said slowly.
The driver's ferocious eyes remained, and he even tried to attack John with his free legs.
John's eyes glowed with a slight golden light. He glanced around, ensuring there were no cameras. It seemed this spot was chosen specifically.
He found a dozen single-page newspapers in the car's storage box, folded and placed together.
As he took out the newspapers, the driver's struggle intensified, and blood stained his wrists.
John looked at the newspapers and saw that each reported different homicides. There were men, women, and two 16-year-old children. All were robbery homicides, but none of the perpetrators had been caught.
"You did all this?" John shook the newspaper in his hand.
"F*ck you!"