The Hearthstone system of a certain American comic

"Do you really want to live?" Green asked calmly. Mobile terminal

"Yes, I will be grateful to you. I can tell you where she has gone." Grif's hoarse voice was full of pleading. His desire for survival was very strong, and he seemed to see hope.

"Sit down, sit on the ground." Green gestured to sit down.

Sitting people are less likely to run away than standing people.

Grif was stunned for a moment, then sat on the ground, and he could only do as he was told.

He now also feels what it feels like to be suppressed by the threat of a gun.

Seeing Grif sitting on the ground obediently, Green took out his cell phone. It showed three unanswered calls, from his sister Lindsay. The phone was in silent vibration mode. Green, who was still a corpse before, did not feel the vibration.

Immediately investigate the wooden house through mobile phone surveillance, but found that only the maid Sylvie was in the house, but Randy and sister Lindsay were missing.

Green looked at the time.

This time is unreasonable. I obviously haven't been in there very long. According to the feeling, it's only a few minutes, but...

Half an hour passed between my death and my resurrection.

After thinking for a few seconds, Green dialed Lindsay's cell phone.

"Lindsay."

"Brother, are you okay?" Lindsay looked very happy when she heard Green's voice.

"Well, I'm fine..." Green grabbed the phone and felt a little more relaxed. Judging from his sister's clear voice, she was not in any danger.

Although Green speculated that the Sheriff would not do anything to Lindsay, nothing was absolute, and danger always occurred with a small probability.

Only dangers that occur with a small probability are difficult to guard against.

"That's great. Why didn't you answer the call no matter how you called me? I'm so worried."

"Lindsay, are you at the Sheriff's?"

"Yes, Randy, I let him go, because they pressed hard... and my brother didn't reply..."

"Why aren't you at home?"

"I just wanted to pester him for an explanation as to why he lost my brother, hehe... As a result, he said that you went for a walk in the forest and planned to sleep outside for a night. I didn't believe it at first. , I even thought they gave you..."

"Now I believe that I'm fine, and I've changed my decision. I don't plan to sleep outside for one night and go back soon." Green said warmly.

Hmm... The reason the police chief made up is really interesting. It's freezing cold outside. It's best to sleep outside for a night.

"Well... that guy looked like he had done something wrong. I didn't expect that he really didn't lie to me... But why didn't you answer the phone before? Brother, don't try to change the subject."

"Well...this is because, well, I did have a conflict with someone and was knocked unconscious, but I'm fine now."

"Who is this hateful person...who dares to knock my brother out...I will retaliate tenfold and knock him out ten times. My brother told me that even if my brother has already taught him a lesson, I will teach him a lesson again."

"Lindsay, I'm relieved that you're okay anyway. When you go home, stop by Dr. Strange's to see John. I have a little something to deal with here," Green instructed.

"Well, you have to tell me that person's name when you get home."

After hanging up the phone, Green fixed his gaze on Griff's face: "Don't you think the chance of running away while I'm on the phone is one percent greater?"

"I never run away, I'm waiting. You said before... you would give me a chance to live." Grif tried to make his voice softer, trying to lower Green's hostility and vigilance towards him.

At the same time, he did not let himself appear humble, because he knew that the more humble he pretended to be at this time, the enemy might kill him directly. Griff understands the balance of managing this.

Very few people can quickly adjust their state when their lives are threatened and achieve a balance between humility and integrity. Some people are very strong and some are extremely humble. Both types of people are prone to death. People who are neither humble nor overbearing Easiest to live.

However, what Grif knew, Green also knew. Green had read seven books on psychology alone. He saw that Grif was pretending to be calm, but he was just being funny in his heart. He was obviously so scared that his legs were weak and he could not escape. .

"A chance to survive? If you want it, I can give you such a chance." Green said lightly, "So stop talking nonsense and just tell me where she went."

"She killed Loha. This...this has nothing to do with you, does it?" Griff asked.

"You don't want this chance."

"She went to Cosen Camp, in the south, not very far." Grif said quickly.

"Understood, so now let's talk about your chances, your chance of survival." Green smiled.

This smile was obviously friendly on the surface, but for some reason, Grif felt that the hairs on his back stood up.

"What, what chance is it to transfer half of the money... to your account?"

"No, it's all the money to buy this chance to survive." Green said calmly, "Put the money into my account, and then I will give you the opportunity to prepare in advance. To put it simply, this horse-killing knife on my body, If you can use this knife to block one of my bullets, you win, and not only will I let you go, but I will also refund all the money to you."

"How is this possible? Use a knife to block the bullet." Grif raised his voice. What a slim chance this is.

"Is it impossible? Don't forget, you didn't ask me to prepare a bullet for you today, but I blocked it with this sword." Green said, "All you have to do is follow suit once. If you succeed, you will survive without any loss; if you fail, you will lose both your life and money.”

Grif's money is a huge amount, and it is a very precious resource in this end of the world. Even if it is used to help people in need, it is better than if he died directly with the money.

If Griff is killed directly, it will be impossible to transfer Griff's money to his own account without dynamic facial recognition.

Grif clenched his fists, his palms became sweaty, and his forearms trembled at a low frequency.

This chance of survival is simply too slim. It's like letting yourself die and handing over the money.

He secretly scolded Green for being treacherous, but because Green had blocked his bullet once before, he could not refute that this was an impossible opportunity.

"This opportunity is too small. Can I change it..."

"Griff, this is your only choice. The chance may be only one percent, but it is the only chance." Green said, "Are you betting? You should believe in your own strength. After all, you said you have good melee capabilities." On par with your old friend Roja."

"My legs are weak now. The one you have in your hand is a specially modified 00 version...its power..."

"I'll give you ten seconds. If a huge sum of money doesn't arrive in my account, I will fire several times without giving you any chance."

In seven seconds, just seven seconds, Griff transferred a large amount of assets. Green checked and found that the assets totaled 10 million US dollars.

"This is all I have." Griff said sweatingly, "Now, lend me that sword."

"It's so cold, so wipe your sweat. Your condition will make your already slim chance of survival even slimmer."

Green said and threw the sword.

After catching the knife, Griff took the knife out of his body tremblingly, waiting for Green to shoot.

"I would like to remind you that the width and length of a knife that has been removed from the body will be reduced, and the probability of blocking bullets will also be reduced." Green said.

"Thank you...thank you for reminding me." After listening to Green's words, Grif put the knife back into its sheath, and decided to use the sheath to block it.

Green took a deep breath and pointed his gun at Grif.

Grif knew that Green was about to shoot. At that moment, his eyes changed and became extremely sharp, and his throat roared.

"I saw it, I saw it"

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"I read..."

The moment the gun sprayed out flames, the sound suddenly stopped, and the bullet penetrated Griff's throat.

"What did you see?" Green scratched his head, looking confused.

With a plop, Grif fell into the thin snow, his eyes wide open.

He did later see bullets shooting out of the muzzle, but his body had no corresponding function to react.

Did you see the bullet?

It's one thing to see it, but another thing to be able to block it.

Green got up and wanted to walk back. It was not far from Grief's camp, but it would still take half an hour to walk.

Grif actually dragged my body so far, he really wanted me to die without seeing my body.

"Stop, Green." A hoarse voice came from behind. It was a familiar voice that was no longer familiar.

That was... Griff's voice.

Isn't Grif already dead? The location where the shot hit was a location where one could not make a sound before death.

Green looked back and saw Grif staggering to his feet, his movements stiff and his eyes dull.

"Did you call me?"

Green responded with a smile. He turned around and remained calm. There were too many strange things in this world, and he was no longer the young bird who made a fuss about everything he encountered.

"Ah," Griff roared, stretched out his hands and rushed towards Green quickly, viciously and violently.

Green didn't blink, and with a smile on his face, he pointed his pistol at Griff's head.

Bang, blood splattered everywhere, and Griff's headless body fell forward while running and fell to the ground, and then never moved again.

White smoke was coming from the muzzle of the gun. Green blew it, but he felt strange about the power of the gun. Grif's specially modified 00 was much more powerful than the one in Loha, but it didn't seem to be the same. To the point where he can blow someone's head open with one shot.

So what happened just now?

After thinking about it, I can only conclude that Griff's head turned into an explosive, and why he can stand up again after death is a mystery.

"But, there is still one thing that is illogical." Green murmured, "Griff is a person who is greedy for life and afraid of death. Even if he has the ability to resurrect, why don't he wait for me to leave and live in an ignoble way? He rushed over to die unarmed. Really Is that what he would do?”

In other words, the Griff who just stood up is no longer Griff.

But he knew my name was Green, and I was obviously more than just a walking corpse.

Is he being controlled by someone? The Necromancer in the story seems to know how to do this, but does it exist in the Marvel world?

Green thought of Ellie and of Ines, the God of Fear.

Has she not left yet, hiding in the dark to control? Maybe she is not a small role, I have to be more cautious.

Green put the gun away when he suddenly heard a faint noise in the distance. He raised his head and looked intently, but didn't see anything unusual.

Quiet, not even the sound of wind. The noise just now was not obvious. Was it just an auditory hallucination?

Green walked for a while in the direction where the noise came from, and found nothing out of the ordinary. Not even a corner of clothing could be seen behind each big tree.

"Even if you can control the corpse, you don't have to be nearby. I don't know her magic. It's better to go back quickly now."

On the way back, Green picked up the felled log. Green thought it would be more strenuous for him, but it turned out to be the opposite. It was easier than expected.

I thought about what Black Cat said.

After each resurrection, not only will there be a reward to choose from, but various attributes will also increase slightly, and the strength will naturally improve slightly.

Most of the people in the camp had already rested. Three men who had not returned to the house were standing not far away from the big bonfire, talking about something. In front of the bonfire, there were two little girls squatting, their sister Lindsay and the maid Sylvie.

Green understood that the wooden house would be very cold without a heating source on winter nights, and it would even be better to have a bonfire outside.

When the three men saw Green coming back against a thick log in the middle of the night, they all showed a little surprise. Then they made a few gestures to each other and walked back to their respective homes.

Lindsay and Sylvie had their backs to Green. Before they could see Green, Green smiled and greeted them as they walked: "Lindsay, Sylvie."

"Brother" Lindsay was very happy to see Green, so she got up and ran towards Green.

This running was not a trot. This speed was completely comparable to the rapid running of an adult, or even faster than that. In the blink of an eye, he ran into Green's arms and hugged Green's waist.

At this time, Green was still carrying a log weighing at least 100 kilograms. He was shaken by the impact and almost lost his balance.

"Hey, please be gentle. Didn't I tell you that I wasn't in any danger?"

"Humph, I almost believed it."

Lindsay clenched her fist and lightly punched Green in the abdomen, took two steps back and said, "Brother, I am the greatest female warrior. I know that he is my brother, so he is also very powerful, but I will not let you take such risks again." Yes, because through this incident I learned a truth.”

"Oh, what did you realize again?"

Green smiled. Lindsay always likes to understand something, not just principles, but also swordsmanship and moves. She used to come over and say that she had understood this and that, for example, she had understood the primary secret of Wu Dao Feng, and she had understood Yan Fan. What is the starting position, these obscure things.

Lindsay blinked her watery eyes and expressed her realization this time: "No matter how powerful a person is, he will be knocked unconscious."

Green laughed. He still remembered that he had lied to his sister that he had been knocked unconscious.

Indeed, Lindsay, who has understood this truth, will definitely not unconditionally believe that she will be fine no matter what danger she encounters, but there is nothing wrong with this. Drawing inferences from one example, she understands that the strongest female warrior can also be knocked unconscious, which is good for her. benefit.

"Why did he knock his brother unconscious? Was he planning to harm him?" Lindsay asked.

"Well... of course not. I'm still talking nicely. It's just a trivial dispute. It's over. Don't think about it too much." Green said with a smile.

Seeing what Green said, Lindsay gave up the idea of ​​revenge.

Green knew that his sister still obeyed him most of the time and was never that kind of willful young lady.

"Lindsay, is John okay?"

"Well...Dr. Strange said it's fine."

"Okay, you and Sylvie continue to warm the fire, and I'll warm up the house before you come back." Green said.

The Hearthstone system of a certain American comic

The Hearthstone system of a certain American comic