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

However, Mike never positioned himself as a hero, as long as he felt it was worth it, he would do it.

In a sense, Mike is a dangerous man.

Therefore, the small gang in Hell's Kitchen did not dare to provoke Mike, but dared to clamor to kill Daredevil.Even his friend and partner Fudge also accused him after learning of Matthew's true identity:

"You didn't bring down Fisk through legal means, but used violence to force others to speak. What is the difference between your actions and Fisk's?"

Seems reasonable, but does it really make sense?

Mike didn't think so.In his view, Kingpin's victims of violence are innocents, while Daredevil's victims of violence are criminals.

That's the big difference, enough is enough.

Back home, Chloe was lying on the sofa, covered with a blanket, the tears on her face were still wet, and even though she was asleep, she still looked terrified.

"Let's talk tomorrow if you have something to say, you are tired too." Mike said to the grateful old Earl.

Lying in bed.

Mike entered the consciousness space, and there was a gray soul fruit inside.

"Open the fruit." Mike said silently.

As soon as the thought fell, the gray fruit split from the middle, and white light bloomed.

The light dissipated, and a card was suspended in the system space.

At the same time, Mike has more information about the card in his mind.

[Character: Roronoa Sauron]

[Type: Possession Card]

[Price: $10000/hour. (If it is less than one hour, it will be calculated as one hour)]

[Remarks: The 21-year-old Sauron is proficient in using knowledge-colored domineering and armed-colored domineering, and the pirate world is playing cool. 】

Mike: "..."

Sauron is very strong, but its function overlaps with Zabuza.

However, the same sentence-something is better than nothing.

Almost 10 minutes after Mike left the warehouse, police cars and ambulances arrived late.

Brett Mahoney, New York City Police Department officer, when he arrived at the scene, his colleagues had already conducted preliminary interrogation and investigation.

Bright saw an acquaintance - Dina Madani, a senior agent of the Department of Homeland Security.Generally, the Department of Homeland Security does not care about gangster cases, nor can it handle them, so Bright subconsciously believes that it has something to do with the punisher Madani is tracking.

"No, it's not his style at all."

Madani's partner Sam Stein denied it. He took the site survey report and continued: "The Punisher is proficient in all kinds of firearms and close combat. The battle scene is extremely rough and unrestrained, but full of violent aesthetics, which can be called art."

Madani glared at Sam, Sam realized something was wrong, and said awkwardly: "Ahem... Look, this assailant is very good at assassination, almost killing the victim without the victim noticing, except for 'Bigfoot' Xiao Well, this scum lost a lot of blood shortly before the ambulance arrived, what a terrible killing machine."

Brett took the on-site investigation report, his eyes widened, and he said, "The murder weapon was a samurai sword? That's right, a samurai sword killed 24 gunmen with live ammunition?"

Sam spread his hands: "It's unbelievable, but it's not 24... Six idiots were killed by their own people. According to the description of the survivors, there was a strange thick fog in the warehouse at that time, and the visibility was less than one meter. There were strange things in the white fog. Voice: 'Eight places, throat, spine, lungs, liver, carotid artery, subclavian artery, kidney, heart, which place do you want me to attack?' Under high mental tension, some people in the Bigfoot gang had a mental breakdown and started randomly Gun, killed six of our own people."

Sam got more and more excited as he spoke, "It's so cool."

Seeing Bright thinking, Madani asked, "What's the matter?"

"The local gangs have rumors of a fog of death and death in the fog," Bright said.

At this time, Madani saw a man in a suit with a very face and a worrying hairline, showing his ID to the guards, and then walked into the warehouse.

Madani exclaimed, "Why did you let him in? Hey! Who are you?"

The man in the suit stopped, and said gently: "I'm Clark Gregg, a senior FBI agent. Hello. Some things in this case involve the situation I'm investigating, so come here to find out. Oh, don't worry, I'm not here to steal the case .”

If Mike was there, he would probably be pleasantly surprised: oh well, capture a bunch of Marvel novice guide NPC - Coulson.

In the end, Madani didn't stop Coulson, but told him not to touch anything so as not to contaminate the evidence.

Well, this case is not under Madani's control, so I don't want to be troublesome.

Coulson took an instrument, walked around, and said into the headset; "According to the description of the survivors, thick fog appeared inexplicably in the warehouse. Now that the thick fog has disappeared, the warehouse is very dry. Fitz, Simmons... I smell To the taste of the supernatural.”

Fitz on the opposite side asked, "Could it be dry ice?"

Coulson rolled his eyes and said, "There is no abnormality in the carbon dioxide content, and the dry ice sublimates and absorbs heat, lowering the temperature and causing the water vapor to condense into water droplets. Are you kidding me, dry ice?"

Fitz said to Simmons: "Coulson has finally used his brain, which is rare."

Coulson: "I'm listening! (╬￣盘￣)"

The next day, Mike got up early and saw the setting sun rise after a long absence.

Mike has not had a daily exercise routine for a long time.

this is not right.

However, human beings are lazy.

After washing up, go downstairs.

Old Earl is very dedicated, the supermarket has opened, and Old Earl is cleaning the glass.Chloe also took the rag and lay down on the counter, wiping it vigorously.

"Boss, it's really early today." Old Earl said with a smile.

"Old, boss." Chloe stood up straight with a stiff smile.

She wiped harder, probably afraid that Mike would drive her away.

What happened to this little girl?

In private, Mike asked Old Earl: "What are you going to do, you can't just keep it like this."

Old Earl hesitated for a moment: "Can't we just keep it like this?"

May I?

Old Earl is 60 years old, and he is an old bachelor, so there must be problems with his adoption qualifications.And... It is said that old Earl is 60 years old, does he have the energy to raise girls, big and small?

If Earl Sr. does not adopt, Chloe will probably be sent to a welfare agency, and then moved to various foster families.

Mike asked, "You really want to adopt Chloe? It's not going to be easy."

Old Earl nodded and said sadly: "Yes, it's not easy, but it's right. I was a jerk before, and I did a lot of wrong things. Now I want to be a good person and want to make up. In God's name, I want to do Right thing."

Mike had a headache, thought for a while and said, "Okay, I'll figure out a way to adopt."

Old Earl scratched his head and said embarrassedly: "Boss, there is also the matter of Chloe going to school..."

Mike: "Oh, it's school age."

American children generally go to elementary school at the age of six.

Old Earle said: "Chloe is eight years old."

"what!"

Mike was taken aback.Looking at Chloe's figure, he thought he was only five or six years old, and then thinking of Chloe's light weight, Mike understood, six words: severe malnutrition.

Mike took out the mission commission from last night and stuffed it into Old Earl's hand: "I'll lend you the money, and it will be deducted from your salary."

Yesterday, he got over a hundred thousand cash from the Bigfoot Gang's safe, and Mike made a fortune, so he didn't care about the commission, let alone just borrowing it.

"boss……"

Old Earle burst into tears, "You are such a good man."

Mike: "..."

People in Marvel, the system beats workers, and they get a "good guy card" for elderly black men.

in tears...

Chapter 5: First Intimate Contact

At nine o'clock in the morning, the TV station was broadcasting the regular press conference of the New York Police Department.Judging from the wording, the officials seem to have intentionally characterized the incident at the warehouse last night as a gang vendetta.

You are talking nonsense with your eyes open.

As for the victims in those warehouses, no one cared.

Drug production, smuggling, illegal imprisonment, extortion, organ trading, multiple murders... It happened in a wealthy area, and it was an absolutely shocking case.

In Hell's Kitchen?

Probably only worthy of a 30-second briefing from the press officer, and the tone is as blunt as poor diplomacy.

In contrast, the Internet is much more active.

"What the hell is the fog of death, the god of death in the fog?"

Mike read the netizen's message.

Quite speechless.

The fog of death, the god of death in the fog...Low looks like a low-budget blood plasma horror movie.

It is still Tony Stark, the head of the Stark Group, who occupies the major sections of finance, entertainment, and military.

Feeding a bunch of lace tabloids and online media with one's own strength, looking at Millikin, Tony Stark is a scorpion shit-the only (poison) one.With him around, newspapers and portals never worry about headlines.

nice weather.

Mike simply placed a beach chair at the entrance of the supermarket, as a salted fish basking in the sun.

Delicious.

A coffee shop in Hell's Kitchen.

Coulson, whose alias is Clark Gregg, is looking at Mike's profile.

"Mike Tang, one-half Chinese mixed-race, Chinese name Tang En, 22 years old, 1 meters tall, in good health, no history of mental illness, full scholarship from Princeton University, majoring in law."

"After graduation, I worked as an intern at the world-renowned White & Case law firm. A year ago, I suddenly moved to Hell's Kitchen and opened a small supermarket specializing in Chinese groceries."

"Club guy, famous playboy."

Speaking of Playboy, Tony Stark's extremely unbeatable face came to Coulson's mind.

As an object of observation, if possible, Coulson would like to find a ripe durian, break the spiky shell into two parts, smash one part on Tony's head, plug the other part into his penis, and finally smear the pulp all over his face.

Shaking his head, he drove away the messy thoughts. As a senior agent of S.H.I.E.L.D., distraction is very unprofessional.