Marvel Nephalem

Accompanied by witty music.

Looking at the overlapping phantoms in the mirror, Clark Kent found scissors and cut off the hair and beard that had grown exponentially in the past five years.

Tuts of tangled and knotted white hair gradually filled the trash can, bubbles were added, and a long strip of whiskers left a layer of white beard in the sink.

The person in the mirror gradually overlaps with the virtual shadow.

"It seems that this system was very correct in changing your hair gland tissue. You look like a fierce old lion."

The system thought for a while and added: "The old albino lion."

"No one asked you to speak"

After washing his face, Clark Kent wiped off the water droplets hanging on his beard with a towel. Except for his eyes, he was almost the same as Reinhardt in the phantom, like an old awakening lion.

"Who would have thought that this old man who looked 60 years old would live less than 50 years."

Clark's words did not shut up the system. It peered into everything in Clark's eyes and kept chattering while he was cleaning the bathtub. Six years of living together had already made Clark accustomed to it.

"Host, let's first understand the situation in the world today. You are now in the most dangerous cemetery of Marvel villains, the Clinton District of Manhattan, New York, commonly known as Midwest City, also known as the infamous Hell's Kitchen."

After Clark quickly cleaned the bathtub, he walked out of the room, and his unintentional glance fixed his gaze on an old tape on the coffee table.

"This place is full of gangs, Irish gangs, Mexican gangs, the Ten Commandments gang and other weird gangs. Do you understand what I mean? He is very likely to threaten your precious daughter's life and property."

Turn on the old tape player, replace the drained battery, insert the tape, and after pressing the tape, the brisk melody attracts the attention of the system.

"i don't wanna know your na I don't care who your last name is"

"'ce you don't look the sa , the way you did before 'ce you don't look the way you did before"

Turning off the jukebox, turning on the natural gas stove hood, and putting butter in the pot, the system could feel that Clark Kent was enjoying these tedious details, but he still couldn't help but complain: "If Star-Lord knew that you had the same tape as him, I will definitely ask you for a game in two years. But those criminals are really dangerous. Don’t you know how dangerous the Marvel world is? There was an alien invasion yesterday. Now it is 2012. Alien technology has flowed into the people. Maybe there will be no In a few years, someone will use an energy beam gun to blow up cash machines. Your level 25 barbarian data template really can't sustain that level of damage, not to mention you only added force sensitivity to 212."

Clark, who had poured two glasses of milk into his omelette, knocked on Anne Hathaway's door. A rustling sound came. The red-eyed girl opened the door and looked at Clark. She had already changed her clothes. It was different from yesterday. Dressed in black, today's burgundy flower-collared top paired with a black professional skirt and long hair scattered behind her shoulders looked very stylish.

But apparently she was going to work.

Clark pointed to the simple egg pancakes with milk on the table. He looked away and said with concern: "Breakfast is ready."

Xiao Nizi, who was trying hard to admit her father yesterday, was more reserved today. She was sitting at the table and eating egg pancakes silently. Annie, who glanced at Clark, suddenly said: "The new look is very good."

To be honest, Clark was very nervous. The new life was not so easy to integrate into, not to mention that he wanted to play the role of the father of a girl in her 20s. For a moment, he looked at Annie blankly, not knowing how to answer.

But Annie looked at the stunned Clark and suddenly smiled: "He looks like the father I imagined, but..."

"but"

Clark looked at Annie with some guilt.

"This dress doesn't match well, Ah...Amani"

Annie put a small piece of egg cake into her mouth, stretched out her delicate jade and pointed at Clark's collar. Only then did Clark realize that he had forgotten to take off the label. He laughed and easily picked off the label with his fingers: "The nearest clothing store, thanks to a Young man, please lead the way, otherwise I may not find the place.”

After breakfast, Annie sat awkwardly at the table: "I have to go to the company, it's the first day after all."

"It's okay, work is important."

Clark scratched his brows and turned his eyes to avoid Anne's gaze. When his eyes swept across the luxurious ermine sofa, a reflection of silver light caught his attention.

"Thank you for understanding, Father."

After noticing that Clark didn't respond and just looked at the sofa, Annie got up and walked to the door. She looked at Clark with a slightly disappointed look and left.

Apparently she attributed Clark's distraction to years of wandering and amnesia, but she didn't know that there was a strange creature called the System that was making noise in his mind.

"Yes, that's a gun. Maybe it was a second-hand preparation made by Anne because she was worried about you, or someone accidentally left it behind. By the way, Anne saw your news on TV last night. Maybe she dropped the gun. It’s down there.”

"No, no, that way the gun will never fall behind the sofa."

The system addicted to reasoning suddenly imitated the gasp: "Hiss... Could it be that someone wants to kill your cheap daughter?"

Clark responded silently in his heart: "I hope no one would be so stupid."

After regaining his senses, Clark looked at the closed door. Anne had already left. Due to his distraction, he was in a strong mood. He took out the napkin from the table, walked to the back of the sofa, and took out the completely black hand through the napkin. The pistol, if it weren't for the coating on the black silencer that had been rubbed off, revealing some bright silver metal surface, it would be really hard to spot.

Clark turned the gun over. The gun was engraved with "grizzly win g" in capital letters. With murderous intent on his face, he said in a deep voice: "Colt 911a1."

The system lamented: "This man is quite ruthless. He is not afraid of splashing himself in the face when he shoots such a large-caliber pistol from behind. Who do you think this could be?"

Although Clark hated the system, it was undeniable that it was indeed very useful. He walked to the window, and there was a layer of dust falling on the window.

, checked the door lock again, he glanced at this warm-toned home, and said without hesitation: "It must be someone Anne will not be wary of, it is the patron saint."

The system suddenly issued a question: "This kind of large-caliber Colt pistol is generally within the scope of supervision and has a serial number. The wounds he made with this bullet cannot be doubted at all. What do you think he is trying to do?"

"What else could it be? People are only tempted by power and profit. He is also the half-brother of Anne's mother. They have a close relationship. If Anne, the only remaining legal heir, dies, he is a vested interest." Clark While sorting out his brain that had been idle for five years, he looked towards the kitchen and said: "It's easy to get rid of the suspicion. When I came back last night, the kettle was on the natural gas stove. The boiling hot water will extinguish the open flame, and the natural gas will leak in large quantities. He only needs to find a phone booth at random, and the electric sparks generated by connecting the phone can cause a violent explosion. The wooden house and the mink velvet sofa make this house a natural fire scene."

The system suddenly realized: "When the police arrived and extinguished the fire, the murdered Anne was probably so burned that she couldn't distinguish anything. A security manager like Dennis must have countless ways to get rid of suspicion, and he can still feel grief in front of the public. If you accept equity in the company, you can still earn a lot of tears."

At this point, the system suddenly realized something: "Fuck, if you didn't appear on TV, I would be doomed. You would definitely take me to die with you in some hellish place I don't know where. No, this guy must die." , host, what do you think?"

Clark played with the Colt pistol in his hand through the napkin and said coldly: "Wait."