ALL NOVEL People are in Marvel, and the system is working as a worker
Chapter 1 Playboy
boom!
Hearing the gunshot, Mike muttered irritably: "It's noon, don't let anyone sleep well!"
He turned over and hugged the soft body next to him.
"Mike! Mike!"
Jennifer shook Mike's shoulders vigorously, a little panicked.
"Who is this?"
Mike was slightly startled by the delicate but unfamiliar face.
Fortunately, this was not the first time he experienced such a scene. Mike showed a charming smile and asked softly: "What's the matter, baby?"
Last night at the bar, the [-]-point beauty, the conversation, the sex - Mike tried hard to remember, but he still couldn't remember the name of the beauty.
Don't panic!
It doesn't matter if you don't remember. "Dear", "baby", "little biscuit", "little strawberry"... are all "correct answers".
Being a human being from two lifetimes, Mike can use this skill with ease.
Of course, the key is to be handsome.
Jennifer was heartbroken, her cascading blond hair spread out, and she said, "There's someone shooting 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 playground", consumes enough ammunition every day to support an arms dealer.
"Forget it, I'll go down and take a look."
The gunfire felt like it was downstairs, and downstairs was Mike's small supermarket.
Mike got dressed and went downstairs. The glass door of the supermarket was open and 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 white hair.
"Is someone robbing you?" Mike frowned.
"No, a few bastards from the Bigfoot Gang, I couldn't help but see them..."
Old Earl was speechless and looked ashamed.
Whatever the reason, his actions undoubtedly caused trouble for Mike.
"Bigfoot Gang? The one who's been in the spotlight lately?" Mike is not afraid of trouble, but he doesn't like trouble that is unclear.
"Yes." Old Earl nodded.
"Okay, let's talk about the reason for shooting." Mike lit a cigarette.
You have a story, I have a cigarette.
"There is a father and daughter in the community. The father's name is Benjamin, a damn drug addict and drug dealer. The daughter's name is Clottian, and she is like a little angel descending to earth."
"Benjamin helped Bigfoot with bulk goods, but he swallowed Bigfoot'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 Earl burst into tears.
Mike was silent.
Chloe's end will undoubtedly be tragic, including child labor, a special hobby for rich people's toys, and organ harvesting from living bodies...
Old Earl took out a small bag from his pocket and peeled off the layers of waterproof packaging.
It's a stack of colorful old banknotes.
Old Earl put the banknotes on the table and pushed them in front of Mike.
He worked in Mike's supermarket for nearly a year, and no one collected protection money. Except for a few thefts and robberies at the beginning, the supermarket was incredibly safe.
And usually the next day, the boss of the thief and robber came to the door with his younger brother to apologize and compensate for the losses, and his humble attitude surprised Old Earl.
"Is this still Hell's Kitchen?" Old Earl asked deeply.
"They are actually quite reasonable." Mike sighed.
If it weren't for the big brothers who were on crutches, wearing plasters, with bruises and swelling, Old Earl would have almost believed Mike's nonsense.
From that time on, Old Earl knew that the supermarket was just a front, and the boss was running a house of solutions to solve all kinds of troubles.
"Boss, save Chloe, please, she's still a child. This is my savings, all of it. I don't know enough, but..."
Old Earl choked and said.
There seemed to be a lot of banknotes, but in fact they were all small bills. A thick stack did not exceed US$[-].
"Have you been saving this money for a long time?"
"Yes."
"worth?"
"value!"
Old Earl did not waver, and a white ball of power light floated from his head.
At this time, lines of text were generated in Mike’s mind——
[Old Earl’s Commission: Save the Orphan Girl Chloe]
[Commission: US$20000 (the system takes 90% after deducting fees)]
[Mission description: Rescue the orphan girl Chloe from the Bigfoot Gang and hand it over to Old Earl. 】
After the system takes the commission, the maximum amount in Mike's hands is only two thousand US dollars.In other words, this list is going to lose money.
In Old Earl's anxious eyes, Mike sighed: "Okay, I'll take this order."
As soon as he finished speaking, the white glowing energy ball floated in front of Mike and disappeared between his eyebrows.
System prompt: [Soul Energy +1]
Now that things have come to an end, let’s stop pretending and let’s show off!
Mike is a time traveler who was reincarnated 24 years ago. When he found out that he was in Marvel, he was completely confused.
Just make peace with it as it comes, no matter how bad it is, the population of the universe will be wiped out with a snap of your fingers.
Mike obediently studied step by step until he received the admission notice from Princeton University and the golden finger came unexpectedly.
On the surface, Goldfinger is a mercenary system, but it actually accumulates ten [Soul Energy] to synthesize [Soul Fruit], and finally performs [Fantasy Manifestation].
In addition, soul energy has the effect of strengthening the body. Currently, Mike's physical fitness is not weaker than that of Captain America who was injected with the super soldier serum.
"Boss, boss..." Old Earl saw that Mike was distracted and said, "Is this commission embarrassing you?"
"Oh, no."
Mike came back to his senses and said, "I just remembered something. By the way, do I need to sign a contract or issue a receipt?"
Old Earl waved his hands repeatedly: "No, no."
Mike added: “Also, regardless of the outcome, the commission fee is non-refundable.”
Old Earl said: "I understand, the rules."
Mike took out his encrypted phone and dialed the number marked [Fat Jerry] without avoiding Old Earl.
connected.
"Mike, I haven't contacted you in a long time. I thought you forgot about Fat Jerry. I'm so sad." A greasy voice came from the phone.
Mike: "Speak humanly."
Jerry: "You're still the same, I..."
Mike hung up the phone expressionlessly.
After a few seconds.
Mike's cell phone rang and he pressed the connect button. Fat Jerry's helpless voice came from the other side: "Okay, tell me, someone is going to be unlucky."
"Does the Bigfoot gang know?"
"I know, I've been very busy recently, I don't even know if I don't know."
"Old rule, send information and fees to my email."
"Okay, as for the fee, it's [-]% off." Fat Jerry looked pained.
Mike joked: "Oh, discount... the lifetime series."
Fat Jerry said angrily: "Those scum have no bottom line in what they do. It's too easy for them to go to hell!"
After hanging up the phone, Mike explained to Old Earl: "Fat Jerry is an intelligence businessman and greedy for money, but his reputation has always been very good."
After comforting Old Earl, Mike went upstairs.
Jennifer was lying 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 and looked away with great determination.He turned on his computer and clicked on his mailbox.
Fat Jerry's efficiency was as high as ever, and the intelligence was sent over.
After carefully reading the information, Mike had a new understanding of the Bigfoot Gang, which was just two words: beasts.No wonder even Fat Jerry can't stand it.
The Bigfoot Gang was originally a small gang with no name in Hell's Kitchen until they became involved with the Irish crime syndicate.
"Magenta?"
An image of an Irishman emerged in Mike's mind: dreadlocks, gold teeth, and a frivolous and crazy smile.
The Irish are very powerful in Hell's Kitchen, and are as powerful as Italy, Russia, Yugoslavia, Mexico, Japan, China, Vietnam, and the local American criminal groups.
Gee, just one borough of Manhattan is home to notorious criminal groups from all over the world.
I feel sorry for the residents of Hell's Kitchen for a second.
Hearing the gunshot, Mike muttered irritably: "It's noon, don't let anyone sleep well!"
He turned over and hugged the soft body next to him.
"Mike! Mike!"
Jennifer shook Mike's shoulders vigorously, a little panicked.
"Who is this?"
Mike was slightly startled by the delicate but unfamiliar face.
Fortunately, this was not the first time he experienced such a scene. Mike showed a charming smile and asked softly: "What's the matter, baby?"
Last night at the bar, the [-]-point beauty, the conversation, the sex - Mike tried hard to remember, but he still couldn't remember the name of the beauty.
Don't panic!
It doesn't matter if you don't remember. "Dear", "baby", "little biscuit", "little strawberry"... are all "correct answers".
Being a human being from two lifetimes, Mike can use this skill with ease.
Of course, the key is to be handsome.
Jennifer was heartbroken, her cascading blond hair spread out, and she said, "There's someone shooting 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 playground", consumes enough ammunition every day to support an arms dealer.
"Forget it, I'll go down and take a look."
The gunfire felt like it was downstairs, and downstairs was Mike's small supermarket.
Mike got dressed and went downstairs. The glass door of the supermarket was open and 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 white hair.
"Is someone robbing you?" Mike frowned.
"No, a few bastards from the Bigfoot Gang, I couldn't help but see them..."
Old Earl was speechless and looked ashamed.
Whatever the reason, his actions undoubtedly caused trouble for Mike.
"Bigfoot Gang? The one who's been in the spotlight lately?" Mike is not afraid of trouble, but he doesn't like trouble that is unclear.
"Yes." Old Earl nodded.
"Okay, let's talk about the reason for shooting." Mike lit a cigarette.
You have a story, I have a cigarette.
"There is a father and daughter in the community. The father's name is Benjamin, a damn drug addict and drug dealer. The daughter's name is Clottian, and she is like a little angel descending to earth."
"Benjamin helped Bigfoot with bulk goods, but he swallowed Bigfoot'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 Earl burst into tears.
Mike was silent.
Chloe's end will undoubtedly be tragic, including child labor, a special hobby for rich people's toys, and organ harvesting from living bodies...
Old Earl took out a small bag from his pocket and peeled off the layers of waterproof packaging.
It's a stack of colorful old banknotes.
Old Earl put the banknotes on the table and pushed them in front of Mike.
He worked in Mike's supermarket for nearly a year, and no one collected protection money. Except for a few thefts and robberies at the beginning, the supermarket was incredibly safe.
And usually the next day, the boss of the thief and robber came to the door with his younger brother to apologize and compensate for the losses, and his humble attitude surprised Old Earl.
"Is this still Hell's Kitchen?" Old Earl asked deeply.
"They are actually quite reasonable." Mike sighed.
If it weren't for the big brothers who were on crutches, wearing plasters, with bruises and swelling, Old Earl would have almost believed Mike's nonsense.
From that time on, Old Earl knew that the supermarket was just a front, and the boss was running a house of solutions to solve all kinds of troubles.
"Boss, save Chloe, please, she's still a child. This is my savings, all of it. I don't know enough, but..."
Old Earl choked and said.
There seemed to be a lot of banknotes, but in fact they were all small bills. A thick stack did not exceed US$[-].
"Have you been saving this money for a long time?"
"Yes."
"worth?"
"value!"
Old Earl did not waver, and a white ball of power light floated from his head.
At this time, lines of text were generated in Mike’s mind——
[Old Earl’s Commission: Save the Orphan Girl Chloe]
[Commission: US$20000 (the system takes 90% after deducting fees)]
[Mission description: Rescue the orphan girl Chloe from the Bigfoot Gang and hand it over to Old Earl. 】
After the system takes the commission, the maximum amount in Mike's hands is only two thousand US dollars.In other words, this list is going to lose money.
In Old Earl's anxious eyes, Mike sighed: "Okay, I'll take this order."
As soon as he finished speaking, the white glowing energy ball floated in front of Mike and disappeared between his eyebrows.
System prompt: [Soul Energy +1]
Now that things have come to an end, let’s stop pretending and let’s show off!
Mike is a time traveler who was reincarnated 24 years ago. When he found out that he was in Marvel, he was completely confused.
Just make peace with it as it comes, no matter how bad it is, the population of the universe will be wiped out with a snap of your fingers.
Mike obediently studied step by step until he received the admission notice from Princeton University and the golden finger came unexpectedly.
On the surface, Goldfinger is a mercenary system, but it actually accumulates ten [Soul Energy] to synthesize [Soul Fruit], and finally performs [Fantasy Manifestation].
In addition, soul energy has the effect of strengthening the body. Currently, Mike's physical fitness is not weaker than that of Captain America who was injected with the super soldier serum.
"Boss, boss..." Old Earl saw that Mike was distracted and said, "Is this commission embarrassing you?"
"Oh, no."
Mike came back to his senses and said, "I just remembered something. By the way, do I need to sign a contract or issue a receipt?"
Old Earl waved his hands repeatedly: "No, no."
Mike added: “Also, regardless of the outcome, the commission fee is non-refundable.”
Old Earl said: "I understand, the rules."
Mike took out his encrypted phone and dialed the number marked [Fat Jerry] without avoiding Old Earl.
connected.
"Mike, I haven't contacted you in a long time. I thought you forgot about Fat Jerry. I'm so sad." A greasy voice came from the phone.
Mike: "Speak humanly."
Jerry: "You're still the same, I..."
Mike hung up the phone expressionlessly.
After a few seconds.
Mike's cell phone rang and he pressed the connect button. Fat Jerry's helpless voice came from the other side: "Okay, tell me, someone is going to be unlucky."
"Does the Bigfoot gang know?"
"I know, I've been very busy recently, I don't even know if I don't know."
"Old rule, send information and fees to my email."
"Okay, as for the fee, it's [-]% off." Fat Jerry looked pained.
Mike joked: "Oh, discount... the lifetime series."
Fat Jerry said angrily: "Those scum have no bottom line in what they do. It's too easy for them to go to hell!"
After hanging up the phone, Mike explained to Old Earl: "Fat Jerry is an intelligence businessman and greedy for money, but his reputation has always been very good."
After comforting Old Earl, Mike went upstairs.
Jennifer was lying 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 and looked away with great determination.He turned on his computer and clicked on his mailbox.
Fat Jerry's efficiency was as high as ever, and the intelligence was sent over.
After carefully reading the information, Mike had a new understanding of the Bigfoot Gang, which was just two words: beasts.No wonder even Fat Jerry can't stand it.
The Bigfoot Gang was originally a small gang with no name in Hell's Kitchen until they became involved with the Irish crime syndicate.
"Magenta?"
An image of an Irishman emerged in Mike's mind: dreadlocks, gold teeth, and a frivolous and crazy smile.
The Irish are very powerful in Hell's Kitchen, and are as powerful as Italy, Russia, Yugoslavia, Mexico, Japan, China, Vietnam, and the local American criminal groups.
Gee, just one borough of Manhattan is home to notorious criminal groups from all over the world.
I feel sorry for the residents of Hell's Kitchen for a second.
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