Marvel Nephalem

Life is always full of twists and turns.

There is no smooth sailing, and there is no fortune that falls from the sky and makes people rich overnight.

People always endure loneliness, suppress fear, and continue to accumulate in sweat and frustration, so that their lives can gradually move closer to their dreams and try to grasp everything that is out of reach.

But do you really get it?

Some people are materially satisfied and choose to live a stable life in search of spiritual heights.

Some people gain peace of mind and decide to achieve higher achievements in society and explore more possibilities.

Some people couldn't bear the torture, and decided to resort to any means and plunder in order to get quick results.

Sometimes life is like this. Different choices lead to different lives, creating completely different personalities and roles in society.

Dennis Rudd, who was lying on the hospital bed with his upper body naked and a metal wire connected to the back of his neck, took Marlena J's hand and said affectionately to the blonde beauty in front of the hospital bed: "Don't worry, we will eventually finish it." That goal.”

Marlena looked at Dennis's slumped shoulders, and caressed Dennis's cheek with a worried look on her face: "But the price is too high."

Beside them, several doctors were surrounding a machine to debug the bionic half-shoulder robotic arm. As several data reading strips were loaded on the LCD monitor, the robotic arm continued to grasp and move, appearing extremely dexterous.

"I will kill that old beggar with my own hands and let him swallow the invincibility in his mouth."

Dennis glanced at the robotic arm with a look of reluctance, smiled at Marlena and continued: "Then we will travel around the world with you under the blue sea and blue sky, and spend the rest of our lives together."

But the doctor looked worried. The old doctor with a big beard said to Dennis and Dennis in Russian English: "His shoulder blades were squeezed by a huge force, and the muscle tissue has been squeezed together with the broken bones. Although the Life Foundation Solutions were given.”

"But the data sent may be biased. Although this kind of robotic arm has a neural reflex unit and solves the problem of tactile perception, it is very likely to injure the human body when it is overloaded, and..."

The old doctor's hesitation obviously made Marlena unhappy, and she shouted angrily: "Say"

"And the artificial intelligence carried by its biological adjustment auxiliary panel did not meet the standards at all. It was very likely to stimulate the gentleman's emotions, causing irritability, increased blood pressure, and phantom pain."

"As I inferred, this technology is not yet mature, and the wrong information conveyed is likely to stimulate the nerve center and produce unpredictable consequences, such as hallucinations."

As the old doctor spoke, he took out a small bottle of vodka from his pocket, took a sip under Marlena's disbelieving gaze, and said incoherently: "But it is undeniable that if these technical problems are solved, then it is indeed very practical. .”

Marlena quickly asked: "Is there a solution?"

"Yes, but it requires two people to provide technical support."

The old Russian doctor swallowed the vodka in his mouth, took a breath of alcohol, and then said: "Buy the artificial intelligence processing chip that he used for the Iron Suit from Tony Stark, and then find Bruce Banner, that is, the big one Slater to improve the neural reflex system."

"what"

Marlena, who took out her phone, looked confused.

Dennis sighed and raised his hand to stop Marlena: "Everything has a price, let's get started."

The killer he hired was taken away by SHIELD during an assassination mission last night. Now he suddenly suffered such an outrageous injury. This would inevitably attract unnecessary attention. If SHIELD intervened, he would not be able to do anything. Without a chance, he needs to get rid of Clark Kent as quickly as possible and cause the unexpected death of the father and daughter.

People like Clark will sooner or later be discovered by SHIELD and try to be included in the establishment. Even if the other party wants to let him go, the opportunity will be missed forever.

He thought this through very thoroughly.

Hell's Kitchen Street 44 has one of the few electronics stores in the area.

Usually people don't dare to sell electronic products here. After all, mobile phones and computers of the same weight are more expensive than gold. You can sell them by removing the identification code, and they are easily targeted by unemployed young people carrying pistols.

"Hey, old man, you have really good taste. Our brothers got this from Zhongcheng. With your status, you must be worthy of this phone."

Two thick black young men wearing red peaked caps were spitting and rapping as they thrust a piece of Love Crazy 4 into Clark's hands.

Clark Kent looked at the iPhone with two bites on his hand, looked up at the black young man who looked like you won't leave until you buy it, and asked: "How much?"

The taller black young man shook his shoulders: "800."

A slightly shorter black young man said on the same channel: "Not even one cent less."

Clark dropped his cell phone on the table and smiled suddenly as he watched the short black young man pull out the shotgun from under the table.

Three minutes later, the tall black man with a bruised nose and swollen face honestly took out two Nokia and a laptop, watched the stern-faced white-haired old man leave, and yelled at the short black man in the corner who was holding the barrel of a gun and bending it to his face. Said: "What the hell are you still doing holding that piece of scrap metal?"

Clark played a little tune, faced the setting sun, opened the heavy door of the Cadillac Calireon, and got in.

“Navigation, Clinton Group Building, Midtown.”

In a happy mood, he picked up the toad glasses in the car and put them on his face, smoothed his hair in the rearview mirror, started the car, and drove directly to the city.

"The Clinton Group Building in Midtown is located at 47 01th Street and is planning a route for you."

The system couldn't help but ask in Clark's mind: "Host... Do you really want to give up the opportunity to become a superhero to punish rape, eliminate evil and support justice just to be a grumpy father who picks up your daughter every day and bullies street gangsters?"

"of course."

Clark, who was in a good mood, observed the distance between the front and rear cars and asked, "You feel bad?"

"Ah no." The system retorted and continued to brainwash: "I just think that you are sitting on the most powerful dark system in the multiverse. Doing this is a waste of resources. How about this, in order to enrich the leisure life of the grumpy dad, let's How about going to the Dark World once in a while and treating it as a tourist?"

Clark heard enough of the system's hard sell and turned on the car radio and cranked the volume right up.

system:......

"This is Trish saying I am Trish Walker, today is May 2012, 5, 5 pm New York time."

The black Kayleon SUV drove into a street according to the navigation, but was blocked by a collapsed light rail. On the collapsed light rail lay a huge whale-shaped bionic aircraft.

Workers were driving excavators to clear away the rubble and rubble accumulated by the collapsed houses on the street. Clark saw with his own eyes the bodies of three victims being dug out along with the rubble.

Judging from the outline, they looked like a couple and a child, and more were dug out later. They had obviously gathered together to avoid disaster.

"New York has experienced a difficult day. The New York police and relevant fire departments are proceeding step by step to resettle victims, restore order after the war, clear roads, and heal the scars of the city. May the deceased rest in peace. ..."

Clark, who witnessed this scene, turned off the car radio in frustration and fell into silence as he looked at the body that was restrained by the workers.

The system said at the right time: "The price is too high, isn't it?"