Djinn starting from Marvel

The documents sent by spammy netizens are relatively well-organized, and it is not difficult for Peter to read them.

If you want to participate in this operation, you need a complete set of databases to support it. Otherwise, if you just send it with enthusiasm, the final result will most likely be a failure.

However, if you can overcome fear to the greatest extent, you may be able to consume more power from the other party than your own fear can provide to the other party, which is equivalent to a weakening.

As for the database, size is only a key point. The more important key point is that it must be in compliance with the rules. The closer it is to reality, the more stable the data flow will be. The closer it is to the rules of the game, the stronger the data flow will be. You must find a suitable one in between. balance point.

In addition, in a confrontation, the database is a consumable. It is best to replenish it immediately after it is destroyed. If this is not possible, it is best to divide it into several areas and use it in stages.

This is also the reason why "Iron Man is trash" came to Peter. If the technical experts cooperate, the effect will be better and it will be less likely to have bad teammates.

In addition, Cobb provided an interface in the program that ordinary people can use, and also set up a basic template. As long as they are willing, ordinary people who have never been exposed to it can also follow the tutorial to create a simple database.

After understanding the various rules, Peter began to build a database according to his own understanding.

Half an hour later, in the virtual world and personal space, two streams of light flashed, and Peter and another netizen appeared here.

"Hey, Brother Garbage, how many copies of your template have you sold?" Peter waved his hand and asked. There is a big difference between his virtual image and his real image, and he is not afraid of being traced back to his real self.

Iron Man is garbage: "Only sold a few copies, they are all a bunch of ignorant people."

"Okay." Peter blinked and didn't say much. The virtual appearance of Brother Junk was a free item from Team Company, which was in line with his financial situation.

Peter never understood why Brother Junk was so embarrassed when he was so active in taking orders and must have made a lot of money.

"What else are you looking at? Get ready to enter the game." Brother Garbage glanced at Peter and said. Although Peter's image is very mature, he can be sure that 99% of him is a little kid who is not short of money. Children these days are really Getting stronger.

"Okay! Which map should we go to?" Peter asked.

At present, many derivative games of A Nightmare on Elm Street have been almost assimilated. They belong to Freddy's core territory, and other horror games are gradually being invaded.

"Zombie survival." Brother Garbage said a name that Peter didn't expect.

"why?"

"The agent should be very rich. I saved his life, so a little reward isn't too much."

"..."

Zombie survival archive, the whole world echoes with various sirens, and various zombies are running wildly in the city, looking for possible survivors.

On the top of a building, two people who loaded the database fell from the sky.

"Wow~ cool~" Peter sighed as he looked at the appearance of his teammates.

The loaded appearance of Brother Junk is a complete set of exoskeletons made of various alloys, reflecting the metallic luster in the weak light, making it extremely handsome.

What's more important is his head. The brain, which is supported by several exposed steel pipes, glows with blue arc light. The two red electronic eyes are quite reminiscent of the robot soldiers in science fiction movies.

Brother Garbage glanced at Peter, a little speechless, "Did you load your pajamas in?"

"Oh, no, this is the Spider-Man suit, the costume of another idol of mine!" Peter retorted dissatisfied.

"Well, his clothes are really not that good." Brother Junk complained, and his eyes began to analyze the distribution of the corpses based on the picture, and find the location of Eagle Eye.

"No way, I think it's pretty good..." Peter muttered, the red spider pattern looks so pretty.

"Stop standing there. I've found someone. On the second floor of the fire station ahead, you're responsible for bringing him here safely. I'm responsible for fire support. Is there any problem?" Brother Garbage said.

This map is of an American town, which is not too big. Of course, there are not many high-rise buildings, and the highest ones are only four or five floors.

"Leave it to me!" Peter said and jumped out, a spider thread shot out from his wrist, and his whole body swayed in the air.

While hanging in the air, the movements of every observable muscle on Peter's body were recorded by Brother Junk. He had a feeling that this little brother he randomly found was the Spider-Man.

How can ordinary people be so skilled at swinging on spider threads? They look like experienced veterans at first glance.

On the other side, Hawkeye carefully climbed out of the second-floor window. He blocked the passage on the second floor with wooden boards, but the running corpses were very powerful, and they probably wouldn't be able to hold on for a few minutes.

As soon as he stepped out of the window, Hawkeye saw Peter swinging over.

"Hey! Take my hand!" Peter shouted.

Hawkeye jumped forward and jumped directly on Peter. The two of them moved forward together, and then rolled to the ground.

The area near the fire station was very empty, and there were no buildings that could be used to draw on the fire.

After landing, Peter kept flicking his wrist and shot out spider webs, tying together all the running corpses that rushed over.

boom!

A thick short stick was fired from a distance, punching through a row of zombies and pinned to the ground.

"Little licking dog! Take that guy away from the ground!" Brother Garbage's voice reached Peter's ears.

Peter grabbed Hawkeye with one hand, then aimed at a building in the distance, and pulled the two people up again.

The moment they lifted off the ground, the iron rod unfolded with a click and turned into a cylinder containing crystals.

Zizizi!

Violent electric current burst out from the crystal, covering nearly a hundred meters of ground, and the beating arc created a burning smell in the air.

Looking at the jumping arc, Peter and Hawkeye went up and came to Brother Garbage.

"..." Hawkeye didn't know what to say for a moment, everything happened too fast and suddenly.

"No need to thank you." Brother Junk held out a finger, "This is a paid item."

"Of course, in addition, can you help me convey a message to the outside world?" Hawkeye took out a piece of paper from his pocket and said. After knowing that he had entered the game, Hawkeye was ready to meet other players.

"You have to pay more."

"Of course, how much is the total?"

Brother Junk thought for a second, then stretched out five fingers and said, "Fifty thousand dollars."

"no problem."

Hawkeye answered very readily, and Brother Garbage pointed at himself and Peter with his other hand, "I mean half a million dollars per person."

"Oh, of course, that's what I meant."

"..." Brother Garbage took his hand back, damn it! Still less! Is it so profitable to be an agent these days? !