Marvel Nephalem

There were short knocks on the door, one long and two short.

The red-haired beauty placed the noisy communicator gently on the table and opened the door to the apartment. A man in a gray hooded sportswear was standing at the door.

The red-haired beauty glanced behind the hooded man and motioned for him to come in.

The hooded man walked into the room and coughed slightly due to the smell in the room, but then his eyes were attracted by the two shivering killers huddled in the corner. He walked to the window and stepped over two handfuls of fallen weapons that had fallen on the ground. 11 sniper rifle, trying to open the window for ventilation, but stepped on a shoe of water.

"What did you do to scare them like this?" The hooded man who opened the window took a breath of fresh air, unzipped his jacket and put down his hat, revealing a face that could make the entire neighborhood scream, it was the famous Seventy Contains Steve Rogers.

Steve Rogers looked at the residents who had been dead for a long time on the ground, frowned at the two killers in the corner, and asked the red-haired beauty: "Natasha, this kind of torture is too much. You can just send them to hell. There is no need." .”

"They were like this when I came." Natasha shook her head slightly, pointed to the window and said: "When I came, they were shaking outside the window, and they still haven't woken up yet. I don't know what the homeless man used. It’s a method, but it’s the first time I’ve seen someone who can easily scare a professional killer like this.”

Steve Rogers looked at the bloody Krog pistol in Natasha's hand. He didn't even need to turn on the light to know that the two killers hiding in the shadows had been physically awakened by Natasha.

"Maybe Barton will be able to find a solution. After all, we all share the same problem." Natasha noticed Steve's gaze, and as she was laughing about her eagle eyes, she changed the subject and asked, "Didn't Thor take that stick away?"

"Not...taken away by people from the Joint Council, seen with my own eyes, and I don't think they would use such a supernatural weapon for something like this."

Steve Rogers scratched his chin and said thoughtfully: "We need this person. He can solve our shortcomings. What does Fury think?"

"Um"

Natasha was stunned by Steve Rogers' inexplicable question, and she flipped her red hair around her ear awkwardly: "Well...he said he would let you do whatever you want."

"Then let's observe in secret first."

Steve Rogers looked at Natasha's confused gaze and said solemnly: "He must be a double-edged sword, but we may not be able to hold it."

When the first ray of sunlight in the morning penetrated the gap in the curtains, soft and deep rock music "bring it on ho to" slowly sounded.

"if you ever change your nd if you change your mind"

"about leaving leavingbehind no longer abandon me and leave"

.......

Clark Kent, who was lying shirtless on the bed and sleeping soundly, suddenly opened his eyes, and the voice of the system sounded in his mind at the right time: "Hey, it seems that your cheap daughter has put in a lot of effort last night, and she knows how to use music to attack. How does Mr. Clark Kent feel?"

Although he has the appearance of an extremely burly old man, Clark Kent, who is still in his prime, climbed out of bed. The bedroom is simple with warm wooden walls and floors. There are only two bedside tables with photos and alarm clocks respectively. This shows that once The owner controls his life very well, at least he doesn't stay up late watching TV.

Clark Kent turned his attention to the photo on the bedside table. A little girl with missing front teeth was huddled behind a beautiful woman in a dress. The woman's face showed obvious fatigue and sickness, but even so, it could make people feel See the stubbornness and confidence in her eyes.

Clark Kent stared at the photo for a while, as if he had put something down. His cold expression gradually became warmer and he whispered, "It's not bad."

"Host, are you talking to me? It's incredible. Oh my god, I'm so excited that I can't breathe smoothly. Say another word, another word."

Clark Kent ignored the system's nagging. He stood up and walked to the living room, looking around at the old TV embedded in the wall, the Chinese-style coffee table with wooden carvings, the bright black sofa covered in mink velvet, and the kettle on the stove. kitchen, as well as a jagged black volcanic stone dining table and six white leather chairs.

A new jukebox was slowly turning on the dining table, and the orange-gold brass speaker was playing music continuously.

He walked to the auxiliary bedroom and knocked on the door. There was no response. Just as he was about to turn around and leave, a voice from the system came in his mind: "You will know at a glance when you open the door. Why should you see him outside if you are his father."

Clark Kent's Adam's apple twitched. He unscrewed the doorknob hesitantly and took a look inside. The girl who looked smart and capable in front of him last night was rolled up into a caterpillar by the pink quilt. She was sleeping on the bed, with small pieces on the sheet at the corner of her mouth. Wet marks.

Clark felt his eyes twitching. He took a deep breath to control his emotions, but suddenly smiled, quietly closed the door, retreated to the living room and sat on the sofa.

The system that felt Clark's emotions suddenly said: "It's funny, I actually understand what those mortals call bonds and complexes. It's naive, but quite interesting."

"Maybe you should change your appearance. You look like an old beggar rummaging through the garbage now. I think you do."

"Ah."

Clark got up and walked into the bathroom and suddenly asked: "System, can you change money?"

"Why do you think of me as the creator?" The system immediately connected to Clark's vision. What caught his eye was a pool of black water in the bathtub and black stains on the ground, which were traces left by someone when he took a shower.

The scattered empty bottles of shower gel were stuck to the ground. It can be imagined that it went through such a tragic war last night before using all its life to cleanse a person.

This caused the system to laugh wildly, until it sensed Clark's increasingly gloomy mood, and said quickly: "Your daughter put a wallet on the sofa. I can feel that there is money in it, and there is also a new ID for you. She is sure It took a lot of people to get it for you overnight."

Clark picked up the black wallet on the sofa. The color was the same as the sofa, which made him ignore the existence of this object. He found a notebook and pen in the study room and walked around the house twice. He decided to use the money where it should be used. .

Toilet paper, laundry detergent, floor cleaner, razor...

I have memorized more than twenty items. Apparently this place has been idle for too long. Many daily necessities have either been cleared away, or they are too old to be used.

He tore off the yellowed page full of words about men, hastily put on the smelly shabby clothes, and went straight downstairs.

Today is May 5, the day after the Chiritans invaded New York and were repelled by the Avengers.

Clark Kent walked through the corridor with rolled walls and walked onto the street, ignoring the pedestrians who were trying to avoid him and looking at him.

As spring faded and midsummer approached, the sunlight was a bit scorching. He could always hear the whispers of passers-by beside him, all talking about the father-daughter recognition scene last night.

Clark Kent has never been to Hell's Kitchen. Six years ago, before he changed his appearance, even if he punished criminals and eliminated evil in the name of robbing the rich and giving to the poor, he only operated near New York Harbor, where smugglers were the most rampant and richer. .

Just as he was wandering around in the street, a white man wearing sunglasses, a beard and casual clothes walked up to him and asked enthusiastically: "Sir, are you lost?"

Slim and capable short hair, high brows, deep-set eye sockets, sad stubble, thin and firm cheeks, the system suddenly became excited: "Host, a monster is here."