The Hearthstone system of a certain American comic

"A line of words? Left before death?" Tony Stark asked with a frown, as if he thought something was wrong.

"Yes, it was carved on the wooden legs of the bed. The wood seemed to have been scratched by fingernails, and there was blood in the words. I took a look and saw that the nails on Whiplash's right hand were very long, as if he had used his last strength before dying. Written." Banner said.

"Hey, what's written on it? If you just say it, it's probably the murderer's name, right?" Luke Cage said loudly, "He wrote down the two numbers 47, right?"

"No, that's the name." Banner frowned, as if he was hesitating to say it.

"Speak quickly, this is a matter of life and death for us." Luke Cage shouted.

"Yeah, what are you hesitating about? Is that your name written on it?" A smile appeared on the card king's face.

"Let me tell you something," Hercules said, "If it was his name, why did he mention it?"

"Tch, of course I know this. I'm just talking. So tell us now, what's written there? Don't hide it. If you can't hide it, I will take a look." Pai Huang said.

"It has the last name Stark." After Banner finished speaking, he looked at Tony Stark involuntarily.

Not only Banner, but everyone also set their sights on Tony Stark.

"Yes, yes, the explanation makes sense." Gambit King bared his teeth and said with a smile, "I remember that when the Whiplash first talked to Mr. Stark, he made several dangerous moves, and his eyes seemed like Full of hatred."

"That is to say." Luke Cage murmured, "That guy was not killed by Killer 47, but by Mr. Stark."

There was a bit of disappointment in Luke Cage's eyes. Although he eagerly hoped that the 'evil man' would surface, he did not hope that this person was Tony Stark. After all, Tony had given him financial assistance.

"First of all, I didn't know anything about it." Tony looked at everyone and shrugged, "Someone framed me."

"You said you were framed, so you were framed? Do you think anyone will believe you now?" Gambit King sneered, "This game can finally end."

He took out a playing card. The poker face had sharp edges and shone white.

"Don't do it, I have something to say." Banner waved his hand to stop him.

"You want to advise me not to attack my own people, not to make such childish remarks as killing each other?" Gambit King glanced at Banner coldly, "The meaning of cannibalism is that one of our own people kills his own people. But now, my identity is a 'good guy', and his identity is a 'evil guy', so killing him doesn't count as fratricide, right?"

Captain America had already raised his shield and stood between Tony and Gambit. He stared at Gambit and said, "Guys like you will never understand what it means to be one of your own."

"Oh?" Gambit King smiled, "Tell me, what is it?"

Captain America didn't say anything, but the buckler was thrown at Gambit. Gambit had a sinister smile on his lips. He moved three meters away to avoid the buckler, and the shield drew an arc and returned to the direction. In the hands of Captain America, where Gambit is running, the gunpowder of war is about to break out.

"Wait, I have something to say." Banner said urgently.

However, the two of them were extremely jealous, and no one cared to listen to Banner's words. Ten rounds passed in the blink of an eye, and the explosion caused by the battle forced everyone to lower their bodies to avoid the impact of the aftermath.

Tony activated the suspension device. Captain America was loyal to him, so he naturally had to take action. In the blink of an eye, he was behind Gambit, with the hand cannon ready.

"Listen to me, Tony was framed, stop fighting!" Banner shouted.

Gambit was one against two and never lost. He kept throwing cards to create explosions to neutralize the power of Tony's hand cannon. The captain's repeated melee attacks could always be avoided at the critical moment.

The young man watched the battle and clenched his fists, "Come on, captain, I'm here to help you."

The young man squatted down, took a bite on each of his palms, and then pressed both palms on the ground. For about 2 seconds, his hands were covered with a layer of blood. He drew on the ground with one finger. strange patterns.

After 10 seconds, the surrounding air twisted, and a bloody man condensed. The bloody man