Marvel's Chinese Superhero System

Chapter 145 Molesting Stark

"That's right, I'm the crow, what's the problem?" Qin Shou nodded, took a sip of milk, um~ it's quite delicious.

"Are you really only 17 years old?" Stark stood there with his chin in his hand, and looked at Qin Shou in disbelief. He wondered if Qin Shou was an old monster who had lived for hundreds of years. A camouflage for the human ear.

"It's 91. It's guaranteed to be fake. By the way, my birthday is May 5th. I'll be eighteen in a few months." Qin Shou spread his hands and licked the milk on his lips as he spoke. There are stains, but they don't seem to be clean.

"Then you are not old enough to drink..." Stark stared at Qin Shou for a while, and suddenly said in shock: "Gade, you are really only 17 years old. I always thought you must be 27 years old... …”

"Am I that old?"

"Don't interrupt. You are only 17 years old, and you have killed more than 200 people!?"

"Are there that many? I'm sorry I didn't count them, it's so rare~"

Stark continued: "How many identities do you have, street hero, school student, fast food truck owner, by the way, there is also the special agent of the bureau named ghost long ghost, are you not tired of living? And you are 17 years old, but look at yourself, how do you dress like an old beast in your [-]s and [-]s, and you still ride a Harley, that's what people in the last century did." Stark walked back, turning his head from time to time Xiang Qinshou suddenly complained about his clothes while talking.

"Hey hey, don't question my dressing style, I just like retro. By the way, you have Harleys here, and there are several!" Qin Shou stretched out a finger, pointed at Stark and shook.

"I just bought it to look good wherever I put it."

Qin Shou couldn't help but be stunned when he heard this, and said full of resentment: "You are simply a devil."

It's too damned, to buy a Harley just to put it somewhere, this is simply a kind of ravage to the motorcycle, the most important thing is that the Harley, which labor and management worked so hard to earn, actually let this guy buy it for display!It's really... so enviable and jealous!

"These are not the point, I'm actually curious, why do you want to become a crow, what is your motivation for doing this, I mean, what motivates you to get up every morning?" Stark stood opposite Qin Shou, looking at asked with serious eyes.

Why does this sound familiar?Qin Shou thought about it, hesitated for a moment and said, "Um...breakfast?"

Qin Shou felt that there was nothing wrong with him. It was indeed breakfast that would support him to get up tomorrow, but he saw that Stark's expression was a little off, so he coughed twice and got serious: "Actually, there is no complicated reason. When a kind person is caught in the dark , you need someone who can fight the devil to save them, I can, so I will go!"

Stark looked at Qin Shou and was silent for a moment: "I like this passage... Seriously, have you tried to write it down, such as doggerel or something?"

"It's enough to keep it in your heart." Qin Shou pretended to be 13 silently, then lifted Erlang's legs and took out a cigar from his inner pocket, and was about to put it in his mouth.

Stark stared suddenly, pointed at Qin Shou and said, "Put it down, you're not old enough to smoke!"

"This is a cigar, which is fundamentally different from cigarettes, okay?" Although Qin Shou explained, the movements in his hands slowed down.

"But legally there is no difference between them!" Stark said seriously.

After hesitating for a moment, Qin Shou looked at the cigar in his hand, and a smirk suddenly appeared on the corner of his mouth: "I heard that you have a cleanliness habit and don't like to take things from other people's hands, do you?"

A bad premonition arose in Stark's heart, he seemed to have expected what Qin Shou was going to do, and said word by word: "Don't, this, what, do it... Hey! You, you are such a fool! stop, stop..."

I saw the hand holding the cigar stretched out in front of Stark, and from time to time he took it back and put it in his mouth. At the same time, he said coquettishly: "Come and get it, come and get it, hehehe~"

"Exams are busy!" Stark finally couldn't bear it any longer. He stopped dodging and threw himself at Qin Shou, then grabbed his cigar.

The two are fighting together like children. Although Stark is over 30 years old, at least so far, the mental age of the two is not much different.

After dodging Stark's capture several times in a row, Qin Shou got tired of playing. Although he reacted, he didn't dodge. Stark finally snatched his cigar, and the two stopped playing around.

Stark sat on the sofa panting slightly, holding his forehead and sighing: "God, what have I experienced?"

He looked at Qin Shou, who was still smiling wickedly, and couldn't believe that this was the chilling crow... Sure enough, he was still a child in his heart, Stark couldn't help feeling.

"By the way, have you brought the crow battle uniform? I'm a little curious about how you put it on?" Stark suddenly asked curiously.

"What's so curious about this?" Qin Shou slumped on the sofa and looked at the ceiling. With a thought, the battle suit instantly covered his whole body.

"How is it, handsome?"

"Oh, what is this? Nanotechnology?" Stark was surprised to see the whole process of the crow's suit covering Qin Shou. He subconsciously thought that the effect could only be achieved by nanotechnology, but upon closer inspection, it didn't quite look like it.

Qin Shou kept his posture basically still, and moved the Tang Dao behind him with his hands, a little PG away, and said, "I don't quite understand the principle..."

Qin Shou's words were a bit vague, and he was obviously unwilling to reveal the reason.

"Okay..." Stark had no choice but to say, and looked at the equipment on Qin Shou, and said, "But the two Glocks on your legs are really ugly, why don't you change to two Sand Eagles? The black ones That's fine, you should like black."

"Hmph, come on, no one will really use the Sand Eagle to fight..."

Qin Shou was about to start his theory, but was interrupted by Stark: "With your ability, you shouldn't usually need a gun, anyway, it's used to hold 13, why not use a more handsome one, and The recoil and weight of the Deagle will not be a problem for you either."

Stark is indeed a genius and arms master. Although he no longer plays with firearms, who has never been younger? He revealed Qin Shou's inner thoughts with one sentence.

"But the reliability of Sand Eagle..." Qin Shou said that he still wanted to make a final struggle.

"I have a private production line here. I can redesign it for you. The appearance of the Sand Eagle, the reliability of the Glock, the caliber of .50, no code, no ballistic record, and can be customized according to your hand shape, no need to use That kind of standardized assembly line crop." Stark's seductive voice tore apart the last line of defense in Qin Shou's heart bit by bit.

Well, Qin Shou admitted that he had been conquered, not convinced.

Qin Shou stared blankly at the ceiling and said in silence for a moment, "I want matte black."

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To be continued
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