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apa, daddy?

Weller was stunned.

This soft and soft voice struck him... right in the heart.

Although he has raised little Hope for a long time, he has never called himself his father.

The word father was unexpectedly heavy for him.

but now……

It’s so heavy!

He happily hugged the little guy, looked into his pure eyes, and grinned happily.

but……

"Have you grown a lot again?"

Weller reached out and gestured to the little guy's body, and pressed his forehead because of the headache.

If Hope's growth rate problem is to be solved, he definitely can't do it by himself. After all, he doesn't understand genes.

Then...you can only rely on others.

Weller sighed as he remembered a personal choice he had thought of before.

If you want to ask these people for help, you have no connections, no power, and no money. Nothing can be done.

So, taking down Hell’s Kitchen is the first step.

I looked at my system interface.

技能树：炎之呼吸（2/5）炁（10/∞）查克拉（10/∞）快速自愈（2/10）

Burning Flame (6/∞) Source Power (Passive Improvement) 'Blank Space' Healing (1/10).

thing:

Red Pill Bottle 1: Restore a portion of health within ten seconds.

City Return Scroll: It takes three seconds to activate when you return to your determined base.

Balance: 230 million.

There is not much money left, which can be used to upgrade skills. It can only be upgraded by one or two levels, and the power of improvement is very limited.

"So, draw!"

He hasn't drawn a lottery for a long time, maybe he can draw something good.

But one hundred thousand...

Weller's face trembled.

For him now, it is still expensive.

Although the prize pool has been upgraded, the probability of winning has increased, and there is a chance of drawing more advanced things, but how much has this probability increased?Ten times that?

Weller was very skeptical.

But doubt and lottery are two different things.

What if, right?

smoke!

Weller took a deep breath and fired ten consecutive shots!

The balance disappeared by 100 million instantly.

Congratulations to the host for getting:

Small red medicine bottle*3.

Primary Strength Strengthening Potion*1.

Night windbreaker.

The fresh air of the prairie*1.

Thank you for your patronage*6.

Wheeler: "..."

I am special!

Thank you for your patronage*6?

Is this what is called increasing the odds of winning the lottery?

Also, what the hell is this fresh prairie air?

Weller took a deep breath, calmed down his grumpy heart, and began to look at the items drawn this time.

Three small red medicine bottles supplemented his medicine bottle consumption this time.

The effect of the primary strength strengthening potion is very simple. After drinking it, it will increase some strength.

Dark night windbreaker...

Wheeler finally took some interest.

Night Windbreaker: A magic windbreaker that can help you better hide yourself in the dark, and will also provide the user with meager magic defense.

This windbreaker is not bad, the color is pure black, but there are golden runes flashing from time to time.

Weller took it out of the system warehouse, put it aside, looked at the remaining balance, hesitated, and tried again.

“If nothing good comes out, I’ll never smoke again!”

Weller murmured, watching the shaking lottery box slowly stop, and then a series of images and words jumped out.

Explosive Talisman*5.

Thank you for your patronage!

Thank you for your patronage!

thanks……

Looking at the series of thank yous for your patronage, Weller's face became increasingly ugly.

Scroll of Other Gods*1.

"Um!?"

Weller was stunned for a moment, and his livid face instantly became excited.

Is it the other god he thinks of?

He hurriedly looked at the item description.

Scroll of Other Gods: A scroll containing the powerful illusion "Better Gods". After using it, you can activate the illusion of Other Gods. You can control others at will without knowing it, and permanently and completely change people's thoughts and wills. It can be used once.

"It's really that illusion!"

Weller was pleasantly surprised.

Although he was a little disappointed that he didn't draw any new abilities or skills, this skill scroll brought him unexpected joy.

As long as he has this scroll, the difficulty of taking down Hell's Kitchen will drop by several levels.

A series of thoughts flashed through his mind, and Weller laughed out loud.

Little Hope looked at Weller while sucking milk. Perhaps she felt that Weller's smile was too ugly, so she raised her little hand...

"Snapped!"

Weller was stunned.

"Okay, little one, if you dare to hit me, I'll throw away your bottle!"

Weller grabbed little Hope's bottle.

Little Hope blinked at Weller with an innocent face, and after seeing Weller grabbing the bottle, she aimed her mouth at Weller...

"Pfft, puff!"

A mouthful of milk popped out, and Weiler's face was covered with milk stains.

Weller quickly let go.

"Giggle!"

Little Hope's hands and feet danced happily, as if she had discovered something interesting, and she sucked the milk hard.

"Pfft, puff!"

"Little thing, you've gone too far!"

Weller snatched the little guy's bottle.

Little Hope: (wДw)

Weiler looked at the little guy's expression, wiped the milk on his face, and couldn't help laughing. However, after he keenly noticed that little Hope's mouth was slowly growing, he hurriedly inserted the pacifier in again.

"call!"

Weller breathed a sigh of relief.

Good guy, I almost made this little kid cry...

"Puff puff!"

Little Hope once again transformed into a ruthless milk-squirting machine.

Weller's face was full of despair, but there was a hint of doting in his eyes.

Play, play!

As long as you don't cry, it's easy to say anything.

A few minutes later, little Hope, who was tired from playing, yawned and fell asleep holding her bottle with satisfaction.

After putting little Hope back on the bed, Weller weakly walked to the bathroom. Looking at himself in the mirror with milk stains on his head and face, looking extremely embarrassed, he couldn't help laughing.

"Bad stuff."

He murmured softly and began to clean the milk stains on his body.

I still have to find a new home today.

……

SHIELD headquarters.

In the office on the top floor, Nick Fury, the director of S.H.I.E.L.D., was looking at the computer screen with a serious expression.

Flames appear continuously with the fast-moving figures, and the flaming tiger appears with the slashes...

"Another man with supernatural powers?"

Nick Fury whispered, tapping his fingers on the desk, making crisp sounds, but some information about the person named Ghost flashed in his mind.

After robbing gangsters in Hell's Kitchen and provoking the Russian mafia, he killed many gang members instead of fighting. Now he is a murderer and a super criminal in the eyes of the police.

Prior to this, there were no records of mass killings of gang members.

Hey!

With a crisp sound, Nick Fury made a decision.

You can try to contact.

That makes...

"Chief."

At this time, a smiling man walked in.

"Colson, you came just in time."

Nick Fury smiled.

Colson had a bad premonition in his heart, and hurriedly stopped and said apologetically: "Sorry, Director, I went to the wrong place."