The days when I was making trouble in American comics

Los Angeles, a golf course.

Beautiful neighbor Tarin is teaching Chen Shu how to play golf, but Chen Shu is obviously a little distracted.

The prompts in the system panel begin to refresh the screen.

[Trouble value from Tony Stark +123]

[Troublemaking value from General Ross +231]

[Troubleshooting value from Nick Fury +145]

[Troublemaking value from Jin Bin +53]

[Troublemaking value from New York citizens +0.01]...

Another great success. Chen Shu stared at Tarin in a daze, with an indifferent expression. His attention had switched to the black giant Afu who was far away in Harlem, New York.

However, the first thing Chen Shu saw when he switched over was the scene of Little Hulk breaking away from Ah Fu, knocking him down with a flying kick, and then escaping under a hail of bullets.

This makes people sigh that maybe there is a gap between pirated copies and genuine copies. Although Ah Fu also has this power, he is just a copy of Dr. Stern, and he is an abomination at best.

And the consequences of being conscious are mixed. Being conscious allows Ah Fu to use the martial arts fighting skills he has learned, but he also loses the limit of increasing the endless anger power like Hulk.

"Hey! shushu, what are you thinking about?"

Tarin was a little annoyed and thought, how can you be distracted by a beautiful woman like me being your golf personal trainer?

"Want to invite you to my house upstairs for a cup of coffee, or to your house to fix the water pipes?"

Chen Shu raised his eyebrows and replied casually that there are advantages to being handsome. He has become quite familiar with these neighbors in the past two days, otherwise he would not go out to play golf together.

In addition, the enhanced T-virus gave Chen Shu a deadly hunter aura, and since there were relatively few Chinese here, Chen Shu was already well-known as a handsome Chinese guy in the community.

Without Taryn, there are still Susan, Taylor and others waiting for him. As a rich, handsome man, Chen Shu is more popular with women wherever he goes.

"How did you know my water pipe was broken?"

"Then let's go and study it."

Chen Shu said with a bad smile, but his mind was filled with thoughts as he made arrangements for himself.

……

Brooklyn, in a hotel.

"Rou Xiang Xi~Hero Tomb, these words are absolutely true."

Wang Xiaoer woke up from his sleep, clutching his sore waist, but Natasha, who was doing research with him last night, was nowhere to be seen.

After this battle, Wang Xiaoer began to gradually understand why his father, Wang Laizi, had to go to the city to subdue the vixen every three days when he was young.

In order to slay demons, Wang Xiaoer almost used strengthening talismans. The "eighteen-year-old" Natasha was a little wet, and it was impossible to struggle and resist at the last moment.

"Xiao Hei, come here, you Xiaosepi, you can't learn anything better. Just listen to others. Tell me, what did you see last night?"

Picking up the black cat on the ground, Wang Xiaoer patted its butt.

The black cat bared its teeth, and an icy chill spread across the room.

"Hey, don't be angry, I was just joking. Why can't Brother Shu arrange more tasks like last night for me? It's really a headache. Where are the dumplings?"

Wang Xiaoer shivered.

"Why are you looking for me, waiter?"

A child wearing a melon cap and blush appeared out of nowhere, holding a plate of dumplings.

"I'm looking for you to eat, what else can I do? Well, it's delicious!"

Looking at the steaming dumplings, Wang Xiaoer couldn't help but move his index finger, grabbed one directly in his hand, and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Boy, you'll have to work later. Also, Brother Shu asked me to bring you a message."

Dumpling handed Black Cat a dumpling and said to Wang Xiaoer.

"What?"

"Black Widow is not even a hundred years old but she is eighty!"

"I won't listen! Don't tell me this! Besides, a woman who is a woman in her 30s will lose her country...at worst, there will be no next time."

Hearing this, Wang Xiaoer was stunned at first, then immediately felt nauseated, and said loudly with his eyes twinkling.

"It's not me who said it. You talk to Brother Shu."

Dumpling curled his lips. He was still young and didn't understand this at all.

……

As the sun sets and dusk falls, night falls.

Manhattan, downstairs of "Fake Name Detective Agency".

Sitting in the car, Jessica took out the "temperance" coin that someone left for her, looked at it for a moment, then put it into her trouser pocket, ignited the car and started the car.

Hope you gain something...

However, there is hardly a moment of peace in Hell's Kitchen.

"Fake! Bitchi! Get out of the car!"

Before Jessica could drive out of here, two panic-looking gangsters blocked her car with guns drawn.

Da da da!

Pfft!

The bullet penetrated the flesh and shattered the car window glass. The gangster's body fell down and blood spattered.

"Fake! Sang Bichi!" Jessica slammed the steering wheel and pushed open the door. She wanted to solve the problem here quickly and go to Brooklyn.

In front of him, a man in a black trench coat was blowing into the hot barrel of a gun under the street lamp. There seemed to be an uncontrollable sadness between his brows, and the skull print on his chest was stained with blood.

"You bastard! You broke the glass of my car!" Jessica flew and punched.

"You're welcome, I helped you solve the problem." The huge force made his bones ache. The man stepped back and blocked, taking advantage of the situation to slide into the darkness. "I hope you don't have a criminal record, Jessica Jones, otherwise, next time You are the one who dies the next time."

A smoke bomb was thrown.

"Fake!" Jessica covered her nose and got out of the smoke bomb, only to find that the man had disappeared.

Half an hour later, driving her old car, Jessica arrived at Second Street in Brooklyn. Perhaps she was lucky that the tires of the car were not punctured.

It has been about a week since the last incident, and St. Augustine's Roman Catholic Church seems to have returned to its former peace and tranquility.

Huhu~

A middle-aged man ran panting from the corner of the street, his eyes closed tightly, and his expression was frightened, as if someone was chasing him.

"Please Mrs. Gao, please let me live. My daughter is sick and I have to go back. I won't tell anyone..." Following the sound of footsteps, the middle-aged man knelt down on the ground and said the same thing. Chinese.

However, the people in black ignored him, put the hood back on his head, and stood on the side of the road, seemingly waiting for the bus.

"Hey! What are you guys doing!" When Jessica saw this, she yelled angrily and rushed forward.

The strength and speed far beyond ordinary people made her run like a motorcycle, and the huge impact knocked a man in black away.

Then Jessica did an overhead throw, using her hands and feet together, punching to the flesh, and solved the fight with three strikes, five strikes, and two strikes.

"thanks, thanks!"

After his hood was pulled off, the middle-aged blind man thanked him.

"Who are they?" Jessica asked. During the fight, she discovered that these men in black were well-trained.

"...Mrs. Gao. I'm going to see my daughter. Thank you!" the middle-aged blind man said after hesitating for a while, and then stumbled forward.

"Mrs. Gao?" Jessica showed a puzzled expression. Wasn't this the Hell's Kitchen factory owner she had investigated before? It seemed like she was going to investigate again when she went back.