Marvel's Pesticide System

When Xiao Daji recited this incantation, she was like a magic stick, shaking her head and tail, her face full of piety.

When Su Han heard this, he twitched the corner of his mouth helplessly. He really didn't expect that in the 21st century, there would be such a ridiculous line.

So Su Han, who disdained to be complicit with him, glanced at Xiao Daji with disdain, and said righteously:

"Almighty glory system, please give me the power of enchantment."

As the spell was recited, the two weapons in Su Han's hands finally slowly changed:

The long sword itself, crystal clear, became brighter and brighter, and became softer and softer, as if it was about to turn into liquid.

Half a minute later, as Su Han expected, the long sword turned into a pool of fluid. Under his control, it gradually flowed to the automatic pistol in his other hand.

After the fluid came into contact with the automatic pistol, it disappeared into the gun body, as if it had been absorbed by the gun. At the same time, the gun body also began to emit a faint white fluorescence.

After a while, Su Han only had a gleaming automatic pistol left in his hand.

Su Han played with the pistol in his hand, feeling extremely happy. After all, this was the first real weapon he had drawn.

The straw sandals, gourds, etc. that were whipped before were just auxiliary items.

"Su Han, come down for dinner."

"Okay mom, come on."

When he heard the call for food, Su Han put away his weapon, ran over and grabbed the defenseless river crab, then opened the door and went down to add some food.

But after he took two steps, Su Han suddenly stopped, feeling as if he had missed something.

"It seems that I have forgotten something."

Su Han scratched his head and thought for a long time before remembering. When he heard shouting coming from downstairs again, he just shrugged his shoulders and shook his head, leaving it behind. He smiled and rushed towards the big crab holding more than ten kilograms. the kitchen

In his room, 18 black and shiny leg hairs were fluttering randomly on the ground with the wind blowing in from the window.

It’s 10:[-] midnight.

A red light district on a certain street in Queens.

This is New York's night market, a paradise for criminals and a gold-selling den for empty and lonely people. Prostitutes, drug dealing and other illegal things can be seen everywhere.

KTVs, hair salons, casinos, and black boxing arenas that are closed during the day and only open at night all light up with colored lights at this time, with feasting and extravagance.

At this time, a fierce competition was going on in an underground boxing ring known as the most popular in Queens:

A group of strong, thin, men, women, and children were all put into an underground maze.

The maze is not very big, only about [-] to [-] square meters, but within [-] to [-] square meters, various rooms, crypts, stairs, and green plants are all available, like half of the Canyon of the Kings.

The rules of the game are very simple. The person who is put in can use all available means to kill other opponents until the last survivor.

The last person alive will receive a high reward of US$50.

The purpose of this kind of competition is to make the audience watching outside obediently spend a lot of dollars to buy lottery tickets for who wins and who loses.

Just like betting on football.

And this kind of pure bloody violence can also bring out the violence in people's hearts, making them spend money unscrupulously.

Anyway, the banker will always make a lot of money.

There are countless surveillance cameras in the stadium, broadcasting the progress of the game live, and outside the maze, thousands of criminals, prostitutes and people who advocate violence are staring at the live broadcast, holding up their huge sums of money to buy The lottery tickets come, hoping that the player they bought can win the final victory.

This is an alternative slaughterhouse that combines filth and violence. Everyone present may be able to get a peanut from the New York police.

At this moment, in the audience, a young man wearing a black gas mask was shouting hysterically along with others,

"Come on, come on, kill me