The Hearthstone system of a certain American comic

Yan Luo threw the criminal hiding behind the bunker out, and the middle-aged man pointed his gun at the criminal after changing the ammunition.

With a 'clang' sound, Yan Luo stood in front of the criminal, and the bullet was bounced off by the energy shield again.

"It's you, do you want to defend evil? Then you will be guilty of the same crime as him." The middle-aged man said this, and took out a handful of 6 from the wide box on the back of the motorcycle beside him.

"One last time, you really want to stop me from killing him, right?" the middle-aged man asked.

"Yes, I really want to stop you from killing him." Yan Luo said.

"Help me kill him. I'll give you everything, including my wife." The criminal sat up, looked up and said to Yan Luo.

Yan Luo suddenly grabbed the criminal's head, and with a little force, he heard a crisp sound, and then a trace of blood spilled from the corner of the criminal's mouth, and he fell to the ground with his head tilted and died.

"Then I will kill him." Yan Luo finished what he had just left unfinished.

The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, then said: "I understand, your philosophy is the same as mine, and you never forgive sins, but in comparison, you seem to hate sins more."

The man got on his motorcycle and continued: "No matter what you have experienced, you must remember that killing them is not for revenge, but for punishment. You haven't paid."

"What money?" Yan Luo scratched his head.

"You don't pay for burgers when you eat?"

"Okay, what's your name?" Yan Luo felt that now was a good time to ask the name, after all, he hadn't paid yet.

"Frank Custer," Frank said.

"Well, my name is Yan Luo." Yan Luo said, thinking that this person's nickname in Marvel seems to be 'The Punisher'.

The Punisher is said to be very powerful in combat. Although he is just an ordinary person without superpowers, he is at the extreme level of ordinary people. With his superb experience and skills, he can even fight against many superpowers without falling behind.

"You run very fast, and the shield you just released are all your superpowers?" Frank asked.

"That's an energy shield, equipment, high technology." Yan Luo said.

"Do you belong to an organization?" Frank heard that Yan Luo had high-tech equipment and judged from experience that Yan Luo might belong to a large organization.

"No, I am a lone ranger just like you, and my philosophy is the same as yours. I will kill anyone who is a bad person."

Yan Luo said it nicely, but actually he could get arcane dust by killing bad guys.

But Frank sounded very happy, because neither the U.S. government nor other righteous people agree with Frank's extreme style. It is not easy to meet someone who understands each other.

"It's a pleasure to meet you. Yes, God turns a blind eye to evildoers. When evil occurs, the American police always rush to the scene after a tragedy occurs. Therefore, we can only be responsible for ourselves."

What Frank said reflected his tragic life. The reason why he took this extreme anti-heroic path was because his wife and children were innocently killed by evil people, but he failed to speak out.

He gave up believing in this dark world. All he believed in was the cold gun in his hand.

At this moment, the system prompt sounded in his head without warning, startling Yan Luo.

Damn, this is good. In other words, if I form a bond with the Punisher, I can get Arcane Dust even if the Punisher kills the villain thousands of miles away.

Then if I build bonds with more people, wouldn't it mean that even if I sit at home and drink coffee, I will get arcane dust from time to time?

If that's the case, I should try to create an organization, command them to kill the villains, and collect the arcane dust.

Yan Luo thought like this, and the system prompt sounded for the second time.

"Let's call it the Heroes Association." Yan Luo said.

"no."

"Heroes Association." Yan Luo said.

"Yes."

"What are you talking to yourself about?" Frank asked with a frown.

"Frank, I want to set up an organization dedicated to fighting criminals. Are you willing to help me?" Yan Luo suddenly asked.

Frank's frown deepened, "Why all of a sudden?"

"Because like you, I am not understood by major organizations. We are weak and weak. I want to organize a group of people who share the same beliefs as us. Will you join me?" Yan Luo asked sincerely.

"I don't care, it's just"

At this time, the belated siren sounded from far to near.

"Wait a minute, I feel something's wrong with my arm." Frank suddenly said.

"This is not a place to talk, let's go."

Yan Luo said, quickly opened the portal, picked up Frank who was stunned on the motorcycle and jumped into the portal.

With a feeling of dizziness, Yan Luo and Frank appeared at home, the mountain villa that Tony gave to Yan Luo.

Frank fell into a squat. He quickly scanned the surrounding environment in one second and then rolled over, looking at his right arm.

On his right arm, the words 'Heroes Association' are branded, the font is light blue fluorescent, like a font written with magic.

"What is this?" Frank tried his best to remain calm. He was a man who had seen strong winds and waves.

"That's what I said before. Didn't I create an organization? The name of the organization is the Heroes Association. The one on your arm is the logo of our Heroes Association." Yan Luo explained as best he could.

"That's not what I'm asking! I'm asking you how you wrote on my arm? When?"

Frank can accept a person's genetic mutation, run very fast, and have great strength.

But he couldn't accept the magical power of being able to do things directly on his arm and teleport.

He is now full of doubts about Yan Luo. 'Is he a magician? Do magicians really exist? What is he going to do to me? ’

"I have shown you my abilities. This is my most sincere expression." Yan Luo said.

Frank took a deep breath, "Are these four words on my right arm just a symbol?"

Yan Luo knew what Frank was thinking. Frank suspected that this sign was a mechanism that could kill people at any time.

"Yes, he is just a sign." Yan Luo said sitting on the bed.

"Isn't it a contract to sell oneself?"

"Haha, of course not, what do you think I am?"

Yan Luo smiled heartily and thought, how can this be called a contract of selling oneself? This is called a work contract.