I became a weirdo in Marvel

Chapter 5 Clone
In the apartment, the tabby American shorthair Tom opened his mouth, yawned, curled up at Levi's feet, and fell into a sweet dream in less than two seconds.

"It's great to be young, just fall asleep."

Levi shook his head, looked at Jerry who was also yawning on his shoulder, and whispered, "You should go to bed too."

Jerry nodded obediently, stretched out his little hand and waved it, then jumped into Tom's soft hair. He used his hair to make a bed and a quilt, and soon began to snore.

It used its ability several times, which consumed a lot of energy.

Levi touched them one by one, and the smile on his face gradually disappeared.

He chose these two abilities to bestow upon Tom and Jerry not for fun, but because it was related to the subsequent acquisition of reputation points.

Don’t forget that his third talent is not only given, but also borrowed.

Levi closed his eyes slightly, and three strange spots of light appeared in his mind. One of them was slightly dim, representing that the first person who received his power was about to die.

"The other two spots of light should be Tom and Jerry."

He extended his mental tentacles and grasped the two spots of light at the same time.

The next moment, Levi's body shook, and he opened his eyes, his eyes full of surprise.

He clenched his fist, sensed it, and suddenly smiled. He pulled out a hair and blew on it. The hair unexpectedly turned into another Levi in ​​the wind.

The two looked at each other and smiled at the same time.

Levi wanted to test the limits of the clone technique, so he continued to use it.

Then, one clone after another appeared in front of him, until he felt that his abilities were becoming difficult to operate.

Looking at the five figures in front of him, Levi sighed softly: "Can I only have five clones at the moment?"

He was just borrowing the abilities of Tom and the others, and the upper limit of his abilities depended on them, not Levi, so at most he could only create five clones.

It’s enough for now.

With a thought, his clones simultaneously transformed into strange bodies, flying around the room and passing through various furniture at will without any obstruction.

Being immune to physical attacks naturally means that the clone technique will not be ineffective, and his clone can survive for a long time.

The experiment was not over yet. The clones stopped, shook their bodies, and their images immediately changed drastically.

One has thick eyebrows and big eyes, wearing a blue tights, red underwear outside, and a red cape fluttering behind him; one has a gloomy face, wearing a black battle suit, with sharp eyes; one wears a red tights, and looks a little honest; one has disheveled hair, is tall, and holds a trident, and it is obvious that he is very good at playing Hot Wheels; the last one is a heroic beauty, wearing armor, holding a sharp blade, and has the world in her heart.

Admiring the five heroes posing in front of him, Levi's eyes flashed with excitement.

With the power of clones and transformation, plus other borrowed powers, he has a large number of capable helpers. The possibility of his true body being exposed is greatly reduced, and his ability to cause trouble is greatly improved. He seems to see his reputation rising rapidly.

"Well, leave two clones to do the big things, and the other three clones will take turns to play ghost stories. The slit-mouthed woman, the cat-faced old lady, the red-clothed ghost, etc. will all be arranged to help the old American purify his soul."

Once a strange story spreads, it is easy for it to undergo a qualitative change. The reputation value provided will not be small, it just takes time to settle.

Therefore, Levi still needs some quick and effective methods.

"Haha, if you want to be famous, the fastest way is of course to ride on the popularity. Isn't that the most popular and talked-about person in the Marvel world?"

I don’t know what good idea he came up with, but Levi curled the corners of his mouth and smiled proudly.

"Oh, by the way, before that, I have one last experiment to do."

"Damn it! What's going on?!" New York Police Department Commissioner George Stacy, wearing a thick bulletproof vest, stood behind an explosion-proof shield, looking ahead in shock and anger.

More than a dozen people had dull eyes and held hands, forming a human wall. They all had faces that were extremely familiar to Director Stacy.

Some are old veterans who have worked in the police station for more than ten years, some have young faces and have just become police officers, and some are just office clerks.

And now, they seemed to be manipulated, gathered together and became shields for the criminals.

What puzzled Chief Stacy even more was that the prisoner standing behind the human wall was actually an excellent police officer whom he had always been optimistic about.

"Stop it, Zu. The police station is full of our people. You can't escape. Let go of the hostages immediately!" Chief Stacy pointed her gun at Zu and said sadly.

Hearing this, Zu just smiled foolishly: "Haha, no, I won't let go. I want to play games with them. This game is fun, haha."

Listening to the strange tone and laughter, Director Stacy frowned. He seemed like a different person, not at all like the tough guy before.

boom!
Zu suddenly shot one of the hostages in the head, and the hot blood sprayed onto the faces and bodies of several people next to him, but it did not cause any reaction from them.

Chief Stacy's eyes were red with anger, but his hand holding the gun handle was steadier than ever. He lowered his face, lowered his voice, and said to the intercom: "What are you waiting for, you good-for-nothings? Shoot him!"

As soon as the words fell, the sniper outside the house pulled the trigger without hesitation.

Sparks flew and the bullet spun rapidly, shattering the window glass in the next second, leaving a bowl-sized hole on Zu's head.

Zu fell to the ground in response, dragging the wall of people with him as they fell down like dominoes.

Director Stacy let out a long sigh and was about to wave her hand to ask someone to clean up the mess, but she keenly noticed that a hostage lying on the ground took the gun from Zu and raised it up.

Before he could speak, a gunshot was heard behind him, followed by a series of gunshots.

Director Stacy closed his eyes. He knew without even looking that the hostages were doomed. If he wasn't handled properly, he would be doomed too.

"Fuck! What the hell are you doing?!"

"I'm sorry, but that guy was Niko, I couldn't help it. Oh no, I was worried about your safety!"

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Director Stacy was very tired and sighed: "Send two people to see if there is anyone alive inside. Be careful."

"Yes!"

"Wait!"

Coulson rushed over, stopped them from approaching, and showed his ID to Director Stacy: "I'm sorry, Director Stacy, we are in charge of this place."

"What did you say? This is the New York Police Department, and I am now the Commissioner of the New York Police Department! You want me to leave? Where should I go?" Commissioner Stacy said angrily.

If he just left like this, where would he put his face?

"I know what you mean, sir."

Coulson smiled politely. "However, the police station is in such a dilapidated state now. You'd better find another place to work. This is also the decision of the federal government. Director Stacy, you won't refuse this kindness, right?"

Looking at the police station that looked a bit old, Chief Stacy coughed and nodded, "Okay, it's time for the police station to move to a new building."

(End of this chapter)