Marvel, I tweet and I can draw a lottery

Chapter 6 Lucky Draw Skills!
John Wilscher ran back to the 37th block where he was, and was about to turn into the alley when he saw two pickup trucks blocking the alley.

oh oh.

It seems that someone blocked the big fish.

This kind of formation, tsk tsk.

A Rolls-Royce Phantom was blocked in an alley.

The person who was discussing with the six gangsters who blocked the road in a good voice seemed tall and powerful, and to be honest, he didn't seem like a character who could be bullied.

"Dude, the car belongs to someone else, I believe it."

"But life is always your own, right?"

The two gangsters sang together, while the others watched with cold eyes.

"Heh, heh, yes, it belongs to me." The tall and burly victim responded.

"Isn't my own life worth paying some money for?"

"Of course it's worth it, but I didn't bring cash when I came out, and you didn't let me swipe my card..."

"Driving a car worth 30 yuan and nothing valuable?"

"Wait, wait, brothers, I have it, I have it!"

The tall white man pulled out the Johnnie Walker Blue and Black and a bottle of Gold Jolly Tequila from the car.

"That's it?"

"There's more!"

The victim produced a bottle of Scotch old malt cask whiskey.

These bottles of wine...

John pursed his lips. When Tony Stark bought the Jericho missile system, he said that he would give away [-] million bottles?
The victim wouldn't be Tony's bodyguard, Happy Hogan, would he?
At this time, a red pickup truck was blocking the outermost alley.

In the car was Blake who went out to buy goods.

John gave him a wink and sent a message to Blake's brain computer through the homemade bracelet.

Blake got out of the car with a cigarette in his mouth, holding in his hand the L-2077 Zhuo from 69 he was called to bring.

"Crabs are not meat!" A loud shout attracted the attention of several gangsters.

"Boo boo boo boo!"

Four shots were fired in a row.

One sound is eight self-guided tracking projectiles.

Happy Hogan looked at the six arrogant people in front of him who couldn't even find a fist-sized fragment, and his eyes widened in fright.

John Wilscher stepped forward, embraced the limp Happy, and took away the Rolls-Royce key.

Take the four bottles back to the Rolls Royce.

Drive a Rolls-Royce and drive back to the entrance of the Wilshere gun shop in the deepest part of the alley.

Blake carried the frightened Happy Hogan into the co-pilot of the pickup truck, smashed through the two pickup trucks blocking the road, and stopped at the entrance of the Wilshere gun shop.

"Jessica, I'm back." John greeted Jessica who was sitting at the counter, carried four bottles of wine to the second floor, and put the four bottles of wine into the top floor of the wine cabinet.

"Ma'am?" Blake asked Happy Hogan in his arms, as if he knew John very well when he called Jessica.

"Not yet."

"Black, let's talk later." Black introduced himself, and carried Happy up the stairs.

The Irish Gang thugs were quick to notice what was happening.

Take your time sweeping the battlefield to scrape away valuables and flush body parts down the drain.

"Ah Fu, deal with monitoring."

At this moment in this world, because Hawkeye, who offended Fury last night, was watching the surveillance near the Wilshere Gun Shop, it happened that Natasha installed two black-tech hidden cameras at the intersection of this alley.

Hawkeye watched what happened and took screenshots again and again. Suddenly, the screen flickered and the street returned to peace.

Hawkeye hurriedly checked the backup, and there was nothing unusual. The six punks hadn't been there at all, only a few screenshots he ordered.

Hawkeye Button hurriedly reported the situation to Chief Fury.

"Mommy Falk! Those gangsters in the Information Department have lost their bonuses this month!"

Soon Director Fury sat in his office, and on the monitor were several surveillance screenshots given by Hawkeye Barton.

"Natasha, what can you see?"

The red-haired beauty in a sports jacket with beads of sweat on her body stared at the screen, and suddenly zoomed in on one of the pictures, "There is a metal reflection on the back of this man's neck."

"There is no information about the deceased at all, they are all black households."

"The black man who shot was also a black man."

Hawkeye Button reported from the side.

Natasha opened another picture, with two angles at the same moment. "In these two pictures, this person is obviously a shotgun, and the pickup truck on the wall has no shrapnel. Either it is a black-tech firearm, or it has some kind of mutant ability. Otherwise, it is impossible to have this kind of control."

"Mechanical transformation of soldiers, black technology weapons, mutant abilities..." Fury's expression darkened even more.

"There are six dead people's faces at the Mace Gang rally. It is estimated that they came to the Wilshere Gun Shop today." Barton searched the nearest surveillance using the intelligent algorithm provided by the Information Department.

"Hell's Kitchen is such a chaotic hell." Natasha sighed.

"It will get better and better, just like the 70-year Anti-Corruption Act, the mafia is directly out of the game. Economic development will change the soil of Hell's Kitchen from the inside out." Director Fury glanced at Natasha.

"I didn't say to send troops directly to fight Hell's Kitchen." Natasha rolled her eyes, and Director Fury said this as if I had mentioned some radical plan.

"But now the soil of Hell's Kitchen...

Just like John Wiersher's parents, they came to New York with the dream of getting rich and opening a store.

You can't afford to pay the Irish for protection without selling ghost guns.After selling the ghost gun, I don’t know what kind of conflict with the Mace Gang he cooperated with, and he disappeared for several months. "

Hawkeye Button sighed with emotion.Before checking this John Wiersher, he really didn't find such a chaotic place in New York.

"Those are not the jobs that S.H.I.E.L.D. should do." Director Fury glanced at the two.

"Now, go and call Coulson. You continue to observe." Chief Fury sent the two away, frowning slightly as he looked at the photo.

"This man's black-tech weapons and mechanical soldiers can't find the source at all. If he didn't do it himself, there must be ghosts inside S.H.I.E.L.D." Director Fury still believed in the former, but couldn't help thinking about the possibility of the latter.

Soon Coulson came to Director Fury.

"Director, you are looking for me."

"Go get in touch with this guy, meet him by chance, buy a gun, go to his store to shoot targets, no matter what you do, you only have one week and I need to see his comprehensive analysis report."

"Yes!" Coulson responded, and immediately changed his clothes to get in touch with the owner of the Wilshere gun shop.

"Hey, brother. You look like a guy with a decent job, don't you? Why did you come to Hell's Kitchen? Can't think about it?" John familiarly embraced Happy and drank at the bar on the second floor.

It is impossible to tell that the two had just exchanged names 2 minutes ago.

Blake was standing at the bar, wearing the waiter's uniform he'd bought in the morning's stocking.

Blake, who has been teaching himself fancy bartending, can only try his best to use elegant British bartending in this waiter uniform that may be a size smaller.

Happy drank his whiskey in sips, the fear still not quite gone.

"This alley is a neutral zone, and they are not allowed to rob on the street. You don't need to thank me." Black operated for a while and handed a new glass of whiskey.

Just whiskey poured into a glass.

"So what are you doing with an ice glass and a lemon slicer?" John glanced at Black.

Blake shrugged, and poured whiskey into his iced glass with a slice of lemon.

"Of course I drink it myself."

Happy held the newly handed whiskey and said in a trembling voice: "I went to the yacht party with the boss yesterday, and today I will send a young actor I like home."

"The real estate value here is low, the rent is low, plus this area is close to the famous art performance center, Broadway, many unknown young actors live here..."

"I didn't expect this to happen. How can you let me go?"

John and Blake looked at each other again.

"Hey, you're talking like we're trying to blackmail you. The four bottles you gave us are enough for you to drink at my place for free in the future."

Happy finally relaxed a little, "I probably won't come here in the future."

"Actually, it's not as dangerous as you think. Big gangs seldom do kidnapping or robbery. Those little gangsters are easy to deal with."

"You can always come and see that little actor." Blake and John sang together.

"Thank you for your hospitality. I still have work to do." Harpy, who was more emotionally stable, said goodbye to the two of them politely.

The two sent Happy downstairs.

"John, what's the situation with this man?" Jessica asked casually.

Oh, Spider Woman doesn't seem to have super senses, and the counter downstairs can't see the intersection.

"It's just a person in danger we're helping."

After hearing John's answer, Jessica didn't ask too much, "Can you pay me a month's salary? I have to buy some clothes."

John pulled a stack of Franklins out of his pocket as if by magic.

After ordering ten cards, they handed them to Jessica.

Lie down on the wicker chair behind the counter on the first floor and resume the state of salted fish.

As always, I sent two tweets and opened the system panel.

I just skipped it yesterday, I was a little curious without checking what I smoked.

Clicking on the backpack interface unexpectedly added a new category.

pet.

Hiss, is this pet serious?
Is it really just a cat?
A lucky kitten who can only understand human language. She is super easy to feed. Her teeth and stomach are far superior to ordinary cats.

That's it, John rolled his eyes and let her out.

The whole body has gray and white soft short hair, and there is a black hair on the left side of the face.

Looks like that domino from x-men?
"Then call you Domino."

Domino jumped out of John's arms, trying to express his displeasure with the name.

But it didn't help, John ignored her and continued to check the system panel.

Huo? There is an extra ability to enhance reflection!
Didn't even feel anything.

It seems to be just an ordinary skill.

But with this shipment rate, will it be shipped if it is skipped?
As soon as John thought of this, he immediately smoked today's twenty draws, still skipping.

As soon as you check it, the emperor engine comes from One Punch Man, and you can actively switch skills.

When the emperor engine is turned on, because the heart's blood supply capacity is improved, the power speed will increase to a certain extent.

In the introduction, I can’t see the function of allowing others to automatically start brain supplementing. Is there no such function or the hidden function is not displayed?
Super power, how much increase most superhuman powers have, can be drawn repeatedly.Now add an extra ton of power.

No bells and whistles, pure power, so touching, the first time I have drawn this ability!
Previously, the biological standpoint had no combat effectiveness.

Mind control can only be used as a weapon.Maybe there is a little ability to win by surprise in actual combat?
Gunsou's training is okay, cold weapons and unarmed combat.

Throwing knives, too, but he hasn't even used them yet.

Those fancy cigarette lighting, fancy hats, hidden blades in the mouth, butterfly knife techniques (no actual combat value)...

No need to think about it, only the role of being handsome.

John looked at the dark sky outside the window, as if it was going to rain.

"What a great day."

(End of this chapter)