Marvel Nephalem

The lights in Block 42 flickered on and off, looking extremely strange.

Residents who have lived in the area for a long time also have different opinions. The superstitious people say it is because of supernatural events, while the scientific people say it is due to the aging wiring in the neighborhood and the inaction of the New York City government.

But in fact, it is not that the New York City government has failed to act, but that a new batch of pests have entered New York. These pests not only eat the power supply system of 41st to 43rd Street, but also often hollow out the air-conditioning ducts, roofs, and even the air-conditioning ducts of local residents. It is a load-bearing column to house the home.

Not only that, but it also leaves garbage all over the floor.

Clark Kent had always heard about pests, but this was the first time he saw one, and he almost got cute.

There are two tufts of white down extending horizontally on the round brown face.

His small black eyes flickered at Clark, and he curled up in the garbage under his pressure.

So poor.

Clark just glanced at the little animal and then turned his gaze to the empty Tenth Avenue.

Tonight, there was moderate wind in New York City due to the Gulf Stream, but because it was rumored to rain heavily, people did not choose to go out.

The system prompted: "Host, judging from the weather, it is definitely going to rain. The sound of rain will affect your hearing system."

"They might be here for you. Don't worry about those two niggas. We don't need to take this risk."

Clark stood in the shadows and looked at the dim streets under the street lights. The howling south wind lifted the garbage bags into the sky, and then fell with a rumble of thunder.

The large amount of noise made it impossible for him to distinguish the sounds coming from around him, and it also gave him a very bad feeling.

But no matter how bad the premonition was, he decided to give it a try: "I can't retreat. If I retreat, they will blow up my and Annie's home to pieces."

Clark moved. This was the first time in several years that he used all his strength. With a series of crisp sounds coming from his spine, this extremely old man rushed out of the shadows.

But with a dull thunder, Clark rolled over hastily and rolled under the Lotus Elise sports car parked on the roadside. On the road he just ran on, there were craters made by large-caliber sniper rifles.

"Damn, he's using thunder to hide himself"

Clark's back was stung by the flying rubble, and he immediately realized that the piece of scrap metal in front of him, worth only [-] US dollars, could not hold up for a while. He held the ground with one hand and pulled out the exhaust pipe with one hand. At that moment, a sudden sound breaking through the air made him quickly turn his head.

The Lotus sports car in front of him was instantly penetrated by a large-caliber bullet. The deformed bullet almost grazed his cheek, and the glass fragments that came towards him hit him in the face, making him close his eyes.

At this time, Clark suddenly let out a loud roar and instantly threw the broken exhaust pipe of the Lotus car in the direction of the bullet.

He jumped directly onto the body of the Lotus sports car that was about to fall apart, and looked at the flickering billboard in the distance.

"Oh my god, what kind of monster is that? It's too fast."

"boom"

The sniper lying on his side under the billboard had just pulled the bolt of his gun and let out a low cry. Before he could take aim again, he was suddenly hit by a loud sound above his head that made his ears hurt.

He covered his head and looked up, and he suddenly discovered that there was a dent in the iron billboard that was only half a meter away from his head.

When he was about to aim at the Lotus sports car again, a figure appeared in the sight. His sight seemed to have crossed the limit of human sight and touched himself in the darkness.

He subconsciously wanted to pull the trigger, but a fear that almost made him collapse suddenly rose from the bottom of his heart.

With his whole body shaking like chaff, he concentrated his willpower and pointed the sniper rifle at Clark's head, just about to pull the trigger.

A sudden mental pressure caused him to completely faint.

Clark, who was standing on the roof of the car, sensed that the other party had lost consciousness, and directly pulled out a broken windshield from the car. When he was about to rush to deal with the sniper who almost killed him once, the exclamation beside him suddenly attracted his attention.

"Mr. Kent"

Clark glanced into the alley, and a girl with a mohawk comb and a cigarette butt in her hand, leaning against the wall and shaking, caught his eye.

He recognized that this girl was sent to him by her mother to study half a month ago. At first, this girl made him very angry with her rogue energy that was not afraid of boiling water.

But after getting along for a long time, he discovered that this girl who looked like a tomboy was actually a little girl with a fragile and delicate heart. Her rebelliousness and mischievousness were just to fight against her father's endless alcoholism and domestic violence, and to protect herself and her mother. Just a way.

This made him angrily say: "Winnie, why are you here if you don't go home in the middle of the night? Go back quickly, it's very dangerous here."

Winnie walked out of the alley shaking, and then Clark saw clearly that there were several bright red spots on the jeans on her legs, which were obviously injured by the flying broken glass.

"The beasts"

Clark glanced at the toy store sign not far away, then looked back at Winnie, who was frightened with a tear on her cheek. She pushed him back to the alley angrily and asked: "Where is your home? I'll take him there first." You go back."

Winnie tremblingly pointed to the alley across the street, and Clark directly picked her up and ran to the alley diagonally opposite.

At this time, there was lightning and thunder in the sky, and the downpour fell like a curtain of beads. The system said helplessly in his mind: "Host, it's raining. This is no longer your home court. Since we picked up a little girl, although Quite different, but..."

"To shut up"

Clark, who was running into the dark alley, was blinded by the rain. Feeling the warm body behind him, he asked: "Winnie, where is your home?"

Winnie's voice sounded slowly behind him: "My family...um...Winnie didn't tell me."

The moment Clark felt something was wrong, he felt the sharp pain of a sharp object entering his body, making him roar. Winnie behind him suddenly clamped Clark's waist with her legs in the cold rain, tightening his throat.

Just as she pulled out the gun from her waist and aimed it at Clark's head, Clark made a fist and hit her in the back with a backhand. The huge force instantly caused Winnie's back to collapse and she fell to the ground from Clark's back.

"Damn, this is a trap."

As blessings never come in pairs, misfortunes never come alone. Clark ignored the sharp roar from the system and pulled out the short knife embedded in his back shoulder, which almost touched his cervical spine.

A bullet that passed through the rain curtain hit him in the chest, and he fell down on the dry ground that was greedily absorbing the rain.

"The target has been knocked down, whether you want to live or die."

Dennis, who was far away in Port Hudson, listened to the Spanish coming from the communicator and looked at Clark Kent lying on the ground on the monitor, feeling a little distorted for a moment.

Listening to the howling wind coming from the monitor, he hesitated in his unfamiliar Spanish: "Solve it on the spot. Find a place to burn it. It's safer to burn it clean."