Daguai upgrade in Marvel

The early morning sunlight shines into the room through the curtains.

Ryan, the migrant worker, had to get up at the urging of the alarm clock. His dark blond hair was in a mess.

With the hope of becoming stronger, you still have to go to work to make money. The psychological gap is very big.

When he opened the door and was about to go to the bathroom to wash up, he found that his cheap roommate was already inside.

"Good morning, Luke. You're up so early today."

Ryan said hello loudly, then went to the kitchen to take out the bucket of milk and cereal, and started making a simple and quick breakfast.

The sound of running water could be heard through the bathroom door.

"No, I just came back. I asked my boss for leave when I got off work yesterday. I lied to him and said I was going home to visit my grandpa. In fact, as you know, my grandpa has been dead for ten years."

Like Ryan, Luke comes from a small city in the West.The two met at a party when Luke's roommate was off to the West Coast and Ryan was new to town and looking for a house.

So we hit it off immediately and immediately shared half of the rent and moved in.

"Dude, can you hurry up a little bit, I'm going to be late for work."

Ryan finished his breakfast, but the guy inside was still taking a shower, which was extremely slow.

I haven't drained the water yet, and I haven't cleaned or styled my hair. I can't help it.

"immediately!"

After Luke finished speaking, he turned off the bathroom shower head and walked out with a towel wrapped around his body.

Ryan didn't care much, quickly rushed into the bathroom, slammed the door, and finally felt comfortable.

That's the bad thing about sharing a house.

He had one more reason to want to move out.

Just as Ryan finished shaving and styling his hair, Luke heard a knock on the door.

"Hello, we are detectives from the 11th New York Police Department. Is Ryan Quayle here?"

Two middle-aged men wearing police uniforms stood at the door. One of them held his ID in his hand and flashed the police badge on his waist.

Luke, who was originally casual, suddenly widened his eyes. He had no idea what his roommate had done, which actually alerted the famous NYPD.

After hesitating for a second, Luke immediately opened the door and said, "Please come in."

At the same time, he did not forget to remind his roommate in the bathroom: "Ryan, two NYPD detectives have something to do with you!"

In the bathroom, Ryan, who had just combed his hair, had his pupils dilated instantly and he became nervous instantly.

What does the good NYPD want to do with me?

Apart from his courageous act last night, there should be nothing else.

When did the police become so efficient?

Ryan was not ready to escape. After all, the apartment was on the 11th floor. He was not Spider-Man. He could not climb rocks or walls, let alone fly or teleport.

At the same time, he also felt that he just knocked out the gangster who wanted to rape a woman yesterday. At best, he was too heavy-handed and did not hurt people for no reason.

After being mentally prepared, Ryan unscrewed the door handle and walked to the sofa in the living room. He saw two unfamiliar middle-aged faces in police uniforms sitting on the sofa.

"Hello Mr. Quayle, I am Agent Harris from the 11th Bureau, and this is my partner Milton."

"Hello. How can I help you?"

Ryan stabilized his emotions and couldn't get into trouble first.

Harris glanced at the young man sitting opposite and briefly introduced the situation: "There was an explosion in a manor in Westchester yesterday. According to the on-site investigation afterwards, the package was delivered to your door by you, right?"

"I sent it there."

Ryan felt much calmer at this time. It turned out that it was not what happened last night.

The manor in Westchester is where the X-Men base is located, and it is also the private property of Professor Charles, but it is packaged as a special education school.

At the same time, he was also a little afraid. There was actually a bomb in the express delivery. If it was activated halfway, he and Joseph would probably be dead!

Detectives Harris and Milton had been paying attention to the changes in the young man's expression.

"Did you feel anything unusual when delivering the package?"

Lane shook his head.

"Not at all, it's just the same as usual. Express delivery comes to Xavier School from time to time, and every time it's unloaded at the security booth at the door."

"If you have any clues or think something is wrong, you can tell us. This is my contact information."

Harris handed over a business card. Their 22nd Precinct really had nothing to do with Xavier School for Gifted Youngsters. The owner of this school was very wealthy and mysterious.

Interrogating Ryan, the courier, was just a formality and a show-off.

Someone at the NYPD headquarters has already spread the word and cannot dig deeper.

After sending away the two police detectives, Ryan was relieved. He didn't know who had the magic power to put the bomb in the express delivery, but he was very happy that he had escaped.

"Is it Magneto's brotherhood or the Hellfire Club? If these big guys have conflicts, they should come to the door themselves. There is no need to mail bombs, right?"

Just thinking about it gives me a headache.

Anyway, he made up his mind not to go to Westchester in the near future.

It is estimated that the company will not send packages there for the time being, because FedEx can be said to have taken a big blame in this explosion!

"Man, I was scared to death just now. I thought you had done something."

Luke's expression was very exaggerated. It was certainly no small matter to attract the detective here early in the morning.

Ryan forced out a helpless smile, "I was also very frightened."

He actually had some doubts about the true identity of the two police detectives. Maybe they were SHIELD agents in disguise. After all, they were involved in a mutant school.

Back in the bedroom, Lane was not surprised to find that he had been given two days off because FedEx was ordered to conduct a self-review to find out why it failed to identify the bomb.

Paid vacation comes suddenly!

However, he did not stay at home, but went out to realize his conjecture yesterday and see if the fish he bought could help him gain experience.

The largest Chinese community in Queens is Flushing, where the U.S. Tennis Open is held every September.

Various ethnic groups gather here, especially the Chinese, and there is a strong tendency to turn it into a second Chinatown.

As Ryan walked through the streets of Flushing, he felt as if he had traveled back in time. There were all kinds of Chinese signs, the conversations in his ears were all in Mandarin, and most of the people had yellow skin and dark eyes.

The streets were crowded, and an employee in a green uniform was moving apples outside the Great Wall Supermarket to attract customers.

After Ryan walked in, he really felt like he was back in a supermarket in China. The various products and layout inside were almost exactly the same.

In order to save time, he did not wander around to buy anything else. Instead, he went directly to the fresh food area and found various fishes that were delivering oxygen there.

The purchasing power of the US dollar is actually very strong. Ryan saw Canadian lobsters at US$9 per pound, golden pomfret and crabs at US$3 per pound, etc.

"If I buy crabs and steam them at home, then I should be considered the one who killed them, right?"

With this idea in mind, and adhering to the principle of not wasting, Ryan bought five crabs.

"Hello, what kind of fish do you need?" Looking at Ryan's appearance, the clerk thought that he was just wandering into the store and was not the main target group of the Chinese supermarket.

"I want to buy some live fish. Please help me catch 2 crucian carp."

Ryan did not reveal that he could speak Chinese, but placed orders directly in English. There were actually some strange customers like him.

The clerk skillfully picked up two crucian carp with a net and asked enthusiastically: "Do you need us to help you handle it?"

"No, no, no, I can just go home by myself."

When buying fish normally, the store clerk would knock the fish unconscious with a hammer and then weigh or slaughter it to remove the scales. However, Ryan himself was just trying to gain experience points, so how could he let others do it?

After this trip, the cost of shopping was less expensive than the taxi fare. Ryan couldn't wait to enter the kitchen, ready to test the experience points and see if there would be equipment.

After killing so many insects, the character level has been raised by two levels, but there are no trophies, and the explosion rate is appallingly low!