People Are in Marvel, and the System is Working As a Worker

People are in Marvel, I don’t want to sugarcoat the system to beat workers

A hard work, all for the system to make wedding dresses.

I got nothing but getting stronger.

I'm nothing but handsome.

so tired.

Chapter 1: Playboy

boom!

Hearing the gunshot, Mike muttered irritably: "It's noon, let people sleep well!"

He turned over and hugged the soft body beside him.

"Mike! Mike!"

Jennifer shook Mike's shoulders vigorously, a little flustered.

"Who is this?"

Mike was slightly taken aback by the delicate but unfamiliar face.

Fortunately, this is not the first time he has experienced such a scene. Mike smiled charmingly and asked softly, "What's the matter, baby?"

Last night at the bar, ninety-ninety beauties, chatting up, having sex——Mike tried hard to remember, but still couldn't remember the beauties' names.

Don't panic!

It doesn't matter if you don't remember. "Honey", "baby", "biscuit", "little strawberry"... are all "correct answers".

Two lives as a human being, this skill Mike uses with ease.

Of course, the key is to look good.

Jennifer's heart was pounding like a deer, and she scattered her blond hair like a waterfall, and said, "Someone shot downstairs."

"Shoot..." Mike said, "This is Hell's Kitchen, it's normal."

Free Millikin, shootout every day.

What's more, Hell's Kitchen, known as the "Criminal's Amusement Park", consumes enough ammunition every day to feed an arms dealer.

"Forget it, I'll go down and have a look."

The gunshots felt downstairs, and downstairs was the small supermarket that Mike opened.

Mike dressed and went downstairs, the glass door of the supermarket was open, no one was seen

A few seconds later, an angry old Earl walked in with a Remington shotgun.

Old Earl, the only employee in the supermarket, is an old black man with gray hair.

"Someone robbed?" Mike frowned.

"No, a few bigfoot bastards, I can't help but see them..."

Old Earl was speechless and ashamed.

Whatever the reason, his actions undoubtedly caused Mike trouble.

"Bigfoot Gang? The one who has been in the limelight recently?" Mike is not afraid of trouble, but he doesn't like troubles that are unclear.

"Yes." Old Earl nodded.

"Okay, tell me, the reason for shooting." Mike lit a cigarette.

You have stories, I have smoke.

"There is a father and daughter in the community. The father is Benjamin, a damn drug addict and DU dealer. The daughter is Chloe, and she is like a little angel."

"Benjamin helped the Bigfoot gang bulk up, but swallowed the Bigfoot gang's goods. He overdosed and died, leaving only his daughter Chloe. The Bigfoot gang took Chloe away. Chloe was so young, so Smart, so sensible..."

As he spoke, old Earle burst into tears.

Mike was silent.

Chloe's fate will undoubtedly be miserable, child labor, toys for the rich with special hobbies, live organ harvesting...

Old Earl took out a small bag from his pocket and peeled off the layers of waterproof packaging.

It was a stack of colorful old banknotes.

Old Earl put the bill on the table and pushed it in front of Mike.

He worked in Mike's supermarket for nearly a year, and no one took protection money. Except for the first few thefts and robberies, the supermarket was unbelievably safe.

And usually on the second day, the boss of the thief and robber brought his younger brother to the door to apologize and compensate for the loss in person, and the humility of his attitude surprised the old Earl.

"Is this still Hell's Kitchen?" Elder Earl asked deeply.

"They're actually quite reasonable." Mike said with emotion.

If it weren't for those big brothers with crutches, plaster casts, and bruised noses, Old Earl would have almost believed Mike's nonsense.

From then on, Old Earle knew that the supermarket was just a front, and the boss was running a house of everything to solve all kinds of troubles.

"Boss, save Chloe, please, she is still a child. This is my savings, all. I don't know enough, but..."

Old Earl said with a sob.

There seemed to be a lot of banknotes, but in fact they were all small bills, a thick stack of which did not exceed $[-].

"Have you saved this money for a long time?"

"Yes."

"worth?"

"value!"

Old Earl didn't waver, a white light cluster of ability floated above his head.

At this time, lines of text were generated in Mike's mind——

[Old Earl's Commission: Rescue the Orphan Chloe]

[Commission: 20000 U.S. dollars (the system takes 90% after deducting fees)]

[Mission Description: Rescue the orphan Chloe from the Bigfoot Gang and hand it over to Old Earl. 】

After the commission was drawn by the system, the maximum amount in Mike's hands was only two thousand dollars.In other words, this list will lose money.

Under Old Earl's apprehensive eyes, Mike sighed and said, "Okay, I'll take this order."

After the words fell, the ball of white luminous energy floated in front of Mike, sinking between his eyebrows.

System prompt: [Soul Energy +1]

So far, stop pretending, showdown!

Mike is a time traveler who has been reincarnated for 24 years. When he found out that he was in Marvel, he was in a daze.

Let it be at ease, no matter how bad it is, the population of the universe will be wiped out with a snap of fingers.

Mike obediently studied step by step until he received the admission letter from Princeton University, and Goldfinger arrived unexpectedly.

On the surface, Goldfinger is a mercenary system, but in fact, it accumulates ten parts of [soul energy] to synthesize [soul fruit], and finally performs [Fantasy Realization].

In addition, soul energy has the effect of strengthening the body. At present, Mike's physical fitness is not weaker than that of the US team injected with super soldier serum.

"Boss, boss..." Seeing that Mike was distracted, Old Earl said, "Did this commission embarrass you?"

"Oh, no."

Mike recovered and said, "I just remembered something. By the way, do I need to sign a contract or issue a receipt?"

Old Earle waved his hands again and again: "No, no."

Mike added: "Also, regardless of the outcome, the entrustment fee is non-refundable."

Old Earle said: "I understand, the rules."

Mike took out the encrypted mobile phone, did not shy away from old Earl, and dialed the number [Fat Jerry].

connected.

"Mike, I haven't contacted you for a long time. I thought you forgot Fat Jerry, so I said it sadly." A greasy voice came from the phone.

Mike: "Speak human."

Jerry: "You're still the same, I..."

Mike hung up the phone blankly.

After a few seconds.

Mike's cell phone rang, and he pressed the connect button, and Fat Jerry's helpless voice came from the opposite side: "Okay, let's talk, someone is going to be unlucky."

"Does Bigfoot know?"

"I know, I've been jumping a lot recently, I don't know if I don't know."

"Old rules, send the information and expenses to my mailbox."

"Okay, [-]% off the fee." Fat Jerry had a heartache on his face.

Mike joked: "Hey, discounted... the lifetime series."

Fat Jerry said angrily: "Those scumbags have no bottom line, it's too cheap for them to go to hell!"

After hanging up the phone, Mike explained to Old Earl: "Fat Jerry is an intelligence businessman, greedy for money, but has always had a good reputation."

After reassuring Old Earl, Mike went upstairs.

Jennifer lay on her side, the silk quilt slid aside, revealing her amazing curves.

Seen sideways as a peak on the side of the ridge, the height varies from far to far.

Mike swallowed, looking away with great determination.He turned on the computer and clicked on the mailbox.

Fat Jerry's efficiency was as high as ever, and the information came.