The Hearthstone system of a certain American comic

Ye Ren fell on his back and closed his eyes gently. His lovely cheeks turned gray. Death was inevitable after all.

Meng Luo smiled and touched Jane's head.

Game life is gone, but time is still passing by...

In 2013, this was the second year of humiliation for mankind. Most of the earth's territory was occupied by alien creatures. The survivors, the declining US government and S.H.I.E.L.D. were all lingering in the shadows.

Cities are destroyed, fear spreads, and there are fewer and fewer wild areas left for humans to safely live.

Winter.

Green held a short ax with a wooden handle and rhythmically chopped at a relatively thick unknown old tree in front of him. He wanted to chop enough wood in the forest in the safe zone and bring it back to the cabin as today's gift. Warmth source.

With a brown leather jacket, dark eyes, messy and short black hair, and a handsome and resolute face, this is Green, a human being who was reborn in the Marvel world and has the memory of his second life.

There was a smile on his lips. The cold froze the trees in the forest, but it did not freeze his smile.

"nailed it."

The tree collapsed...

The log was thick enough, and it required a lot of strength to lift it away. Just as Green put the ax on his waist and prepared to take action, he heard a rude voice coming from behind.

"Green Fisk"

A bearded middle-aged man walked quickly towards Green, holding a large ax in his left hand, a bundle of thin wood under his right arm, and a mobile phone with the screen still on in his pocket.

"Loha, is something wrong?"

Green turned to look at the bearded man, whose name was Loha, who lived with him in Camp Griff. He had explosive muscles, was brutal and had a bad temper, and was a friend of the camp boss Griff.

Loha stared at Green and said: "Don't do porcelain work without diamonds. Do you know this truth?"

"I know the truth, but I don't understand why you said that." Green smiled.

Loha raised his axe, pointed the tip of the ax at the thick log that Green had just knocked down, and said coldly: "You can't carry this log. If you can't carry it back, it belongs to me."

"But I chopped it down." Green kept smiling, "If you want it, why don't you chop it down yourself?"

Luoha sneered: "I don't do anything that is time-consuming and laborious. I only know that there is a ready-made one now."

Green took a deep breath: "Loha, you are here to cause trouble on purpose."

Loha gritted his teeth, glared, and pointed an ax at Green's face: "Green, I didn't like you from the beginning. If my daughter hadn't taken a liking to your brother, I would have kicked you out of this safe zone. No matter how much the check-in fee is, it’s useless. But just now I received a call from my daughter. She was dumped. Your brother hung her up mercilessly and cut off one of her fingers."

"So you came to me to talk about my brother." Green looked calm, but his head hurt a little.

This younger brother appears to be obedient, but he is too trouble-making. He is not stable at all...

But who would cut off someone else's finger for no reason? What exactly happened?

"What I'm looking for is you. You are all bastards born of dogs. Don't think that you still have so-called power in the end of the world. Your father has died long ago."

Loha clenched his axe, with an intimidating aura, but Green was not intimidated by this aura. Instead, he looked at Loha steadily, and a red spark seemed to burst out from where their eyes intersected.

"Hey, isn't this Loha?" At this juncture, a young man shorter than Green came over holding a dagger. The young man was wearing a bearskin vest, with long black shawl hair, and his evil and handsome face. With a bit of immature childishness, he walked towards Luoha with a slightly raised corner of his mouth.

"You" Luoha stared at the young man, his eyes widened even more, and his anger had already filled his head.

"Brother, you're here too." The evil boy turned his gaze to Green, and his gaze suddenly became softer.

Green sighed inwardly, this evil young man was his younger brother John in this life.

Green is a reborn person. In this life, his full name is Green Fisk. He was born in New York in 1987.

His father's real name in this life is Wilson Fisk. Before the end of the world, he was a black-hand emperor who made people talk about him, also known as Kingpin. Greene, who has memories of his previous life, performed well after he was born and was extremely valued by Kingpin. Kingpin once played in Greene On his birthday, he said that he would entrust the entire family to Green after his death. However, after the world changed, Kingpin disappeared, and no one knew whether he was alive or dead.

After that, the family sacrificed a lot. Green once had several older brothers, but now besides one younger brother, Green only has an underage sister who still follows him.

"If you cut off one of my daughter's fingers, do you know how many of your own fingers will be broken as a result?" Loha faced John, his right arm loosened, and the bundle of thin wood under his arm fell to the ground.

Remove the obstructive thin wood, hold the large ax tightly, and face John. These three actions are dangerous actions. Green understands that Loha is going to attack his brother John.

"I'm here just because I'm afraid you'll cause trouble for my brother." John smiled, "This has nothing to do with my brother, just come to me. By the way, it was your daughter's ring finger that I chopped off. An innocuous finger expressing my kindness.”

"Go to hell!" Loha was enraged. He swung his big ax and cut across John's face. The wind roared with the ax, but John stepped back to avoid it. The ax was big and powerful, but not dexterous. He gave up as soon as the ax missed. Loha showed a flaw.

Green raised his eyebrows. He saw that this flaw was the perfect opportunity for his brother John to fight back. He looked at John's face and observed that John's eyes were shining.

It seems that my brother has also seen through the flaw, so I don’t need to take action. There is nothing wrong with letting him gain some practical experience in this world. Green thought this and felt relieved. After all, no matter how naughty or bad his brother John is, then there is nothing wrong with him. He is also his younger brother and has lived with him for more than 20 years. Rather than Loha teaching his own brother, Green would of course prefer his younger brother to teach Loha a lesson.

First, the hatred that attracted Loha suddenly appeared, and then he angered him with words, which instantly ignited Loha's action, causing him to strike hastily in a state of anger. In this state, not only will the accuracy of swinging an ax be inaccurate, , the exposed flaws will be even greater.

As expected of my brother, this set of tactics has been used very well. Everything is ready now, except for the final blow. It is best not to stab the heart, just stab the kidney. It is best not to kill anyone at this time.

John took advantage of Loha's lack of time to stop, and stabbed the dagger in Loha's left chest straight towards the heart.

However, Green's heart beat violently at this moment.

It's too slow. John is too slow. Why?

Green's eyes were sharp, and he judged from his brother's shooting movements that the blow was an inaccurate one, which was not in line with his brother's usual training level, which was unpredictable.

Is it too late to remedy this distance?

Sure enough, at the critical moment, Loha's right hand suddenly rose up and grabbed John's dagger-holding wrist. The tip of the dagger was only an inch away from Loha's chest muscle.

Then there was a crisp sound of chrome, which was the sound of broken wrist bones.

John's inaccuracy came at a great cost.

Loja is tall and muscular, while John is thin and has no obvious muscles in his arms. The two of them are not on the same level in terms of physical confrontation.

John's face was deformed in pain due to the broken wrist bone. Loha did not let go of his right hand. Instead, he swung the large ax in his left hand again, and there was a click. This time, John had no way to hide, and his left arm was directly struck by the axe. After falling down, blood surged wildly, Loha raised his foot, and with a bang, John's body was shot backwards.

In the end, John hit a tree. However, this was not over yet. Loha seemed not to let John go. He carried the bloody ax and walked step by step towards the place where John fell to the ground.

Killing is nothing to Luoha. He has already killed many people, not least the black-haired boy with a broken arm in front of him.

"Loha." Green called out Loha's name in a cold voice, his voice short and powerful. Loha paused and looked back instinctively. A sharp hatchet had been thrown towards him and was nailed to his knee. Severe pain instantly hit Luoha's brain nerves.

First, he called Loha with a short speech without a final sound, asking him to stop his walking legs to maximize his accuracy. The moment Loha stopped and turned around, he aimed and threw the hatchet to destroy the opponent's knee joint. Every action Green takes is calculated and nothing is redundant.

Loha screamed and tried to pull out the hatchet stuck in his knees, but because his upper body was too strong and his leg muscles were relatively weak, he lost his balance and fell to the ground.

This step is also part of Green's calculations.

"After all, it was my brother who saved me." John looked pale and smiled. The cross section of his left arm was bleeding. It was impossible for ordinary people to smile in this situation, but John smiled, as if he didn't know about the blood loss. Too much can lead to death.

Green didn't waste any time. He rushed to John as soon as he finished speaking. He pulled off a piece of fabric from his pants, bandaged his brother's left arm as quickly as possible, and then picked him up.

The blood quickly penetrated the thin cloth, and the hemostatic effect was quite limited.

"Kill him, brother." John's voice became weaker and weaker, "No one will know that we killed him, there are no witnesses..."

Green turned his attention to Loha. Loha was sitting on the ground, still holding the large ax in his left hand to guard against, but he had already taken out the mobile phone in his pocket with his right hand. He gritted his teeth and stared at Green.

"Ellie, if I die, remember it was Green who killed me," Loha yelled into the phone. "No, daughter, don't come to me. He will silence you too. Just stay at home. As long as I don't make a sound, it means I am dead. Tell everyone in the camp that I was killed." Sheriff them"

Stupid brother...

The other party is not as stupid as you think.

Green did not kill Loha. His younger brother John was bleeding profusely and needed emergency treatment. Instead of using his time to kill a little man whose right leg was crippled, Green wanted to use his time to repair his brother.

At this moment, Green was carrying his severed arm around his waist and holding his younger brother in his arms as he hurried on. The distance to Grief's camp was no longer far.

"elder brother."

John's vision was blurry.

"I never knew...my brother's embrace is so warm."

"..." Green felt his brother John's increasingly cold body temperature. He knew that his brother's blood loss exceeded what ordinary people could bear, "We're almost there, hold on."

"Brother, I can definitely hold on because...you are here."

"I'm not omnipotent," Green said.

"Nonsense, since I was a child, my brother has been the most powerful...even my father only cares about you." John smiled weakly.

Grief Camp is located in the safe zone. Compared to the outside world, there are no monsters, no radiation, very low pollution levels, and food is grown here.

Most of the buildings in the camp are wooden houses and tents, and there are also seemingly high-end stone and brick houses.

There are all kinds of survivors living here. Some of them are free sojourners with considerable assets. They pay a monthly living fee to Grif in exchange for living in the camp without having to work. Some of them are laborers, that is, There is no need to pay residence fees, and Grif provides food and accommodation for him, but he has to do some fixed hard work every day and listen to Grif's orders to a certain extent.

"Doctor Strange, I leave my brother to you."

This wooden house is filled with various medical equipment and two beds.

The man in front of Green was named Stephen Strange, who was once a famous American surgeon. With his superb medical skills, he was praised by the outside world as God's gift to the surgical community.

At the same time, Green, who is familiar with the plot of American comics, also knows that this person later became Doctor Strange.

But now that the world has become like this, will Strange still go to the Himalayas to practice magic with the Ancient One?

Green shook his head secretly, obviously not anymore.

Strange glanced at John who was in a coma and said: "He lost too much blood and there is almost no blood left. It is a miracle that he is still alive after such a long time."

Green smiled bitterly. His brother's survival was not a miracle, but a strong gene. This tenacious vitality was inherited from Jin Bin.

"Then I'll trouble you, Doctor Strange."

"It's not possible for others, but it's extremely easy for me." Strange's brows showed full confidence, which made Green sigh in relief.

"There is almost a chance that the arm will be reattached."

"As I said, the phrase "extremely relaxed" also includes arms. The best time to recover after a severed limb is replanted is within 6 hours." Strange said.

It would be great to be out of danger. As for Green's broken arm, he didn't have high hopes. Although it was a simple operation according to the top neurosurgeons in front of him, the fundamental problem was that with the medical equipment he now had, it was really difficult. Is it extremely relaxing?

"Your brother left the safe zone" Strange asked while putting on his gloves. He wanted to know the cause of this injury.

"There was a little conflict with Loha," Green said.

Nodding, without asking any more questions, Strange looked at Green: "One hundred thousand dollars, down payment."

"Whatever the full amount is, I'll pay it directly."

Green looked at Strange and paid the full price directly. This was considered a test to see whether Strange was really sure that the operation would be successful.

"Five hundred thousand." Strange said, "You know things are expensive now. Airdrops consume material resources and the conditions are poor, so the surgery fee is also expensive, and Griff will charge half of it."

Indeed, replanting a severed limb was not so expensive in the past. Green has lived in New York for more than 20 years, so he naturally understands how much the original price was.

Fortunately, half a million US dollars is not a problem for Green. Before the world was in chaos, Green inherited and expanded some of Kingpin's entertainment venues. The management was quite good and the income was considerable.