[Comprehensive Yingmei] The target of the task came to the door

"Hey, 911? This is Third Avenue and Fifth Avenue in Queens, someone was injured... yes, it was a gunshot wound..."

"A boy, an old man."

"what happened?"

"I can't see, what happened?"

"There are people injured."

"Don't watch the excitement, let's go..."

The sharp siren whistled past, pedestrians on the road rushed towards the place where the accident happened, and the scene was instantly chaotic.

Peter Parker put his hands in his pockets, drooped his head, unconsciously kicked the pebbles under his feet, and swayed forward slowly.The miscellaneous voices hit the eardrums clearly like a tide, but Peter Parker couldn't arouse the slightest interest in the hustle and bustle in front of him.

"Oh, God, we must bless this brave boy to survive." This is an older female voice full of piety and sympathy.

"Did he go to high school? He looks more like a junior high school student." Someone found the student ID card of Midtown High School among the scattered things.

"If it wasn't for this kid, it would be that old guy who died."

A stone stirred up a thousand waves, and there were a lot of breathing sounds around, and the condemnation and cursing of the suspect came one after another.

People in the outer circle pushed and squeezed in, weighed their toes, and stretched their necks, wanting to see how the little hero was injured.

"Stand back..."

"The little guy doesn't have all his hair now, so he needs to learn to be brave first. Damn it...why hasn't the ambulance come yet?"

"They're all a bunch of people who just take money and don't do anything."

"Has anyone seen what the suspect looks like? Where did he go?"

"A carjacking idiot who hasn't been caught until now, the police are a bunch of poor people..."

Seeing that people's emotions became more and more intense, the police had to come forward to maintain order.

"Back off, back off!"

"Don't surround yourself, step back..."

"The old guy woke up..."

Whoever discovered it first screamed out, and the scene was quiet for a while.

The old man who fell into a brief coma woke up slowly, and a group of eager strangers came into view.His head was blank, like a gear that had lost its lubrication and couldn't turn.

"Sir, what's wrong with you?" the police officer asked with concern.

The old man was taken aback for a moment, and suddenly his memory came back. He looked around anxiously, and saw an unresponsive person lying in a pool of blood two or three meters away. He grabbed the policeman's arm and struggled to get up.

"Ian, how is Ian?"

"Sir, don't worry, the ambulance is already on the way..."

"Sorry, give me a break."

"Please let it go."

Peter Parker, who had nothing to do with himself, heard a familiar voice and a familiar name, his body was faster than his thoughts, and he tried to squeeze through the crowded crowd.

"Back off!"

"It's my uncle, and my classmates." Peter Parker, who had excellent eyesight, saw the two people at the scene of the accident clearly from a distance, and his head slammed.

The crowd parted, and Peter Parker walked up to the two of them in a daze, staring and poking, not knowing which one to care about first?

"Peter, I'm fine. Ian, Ian was shot trying to save me." The old man finally stood up with the help of the police.

"Huh..., the little spider doesn't like to join in the fun. If he comes a minute later, I will lose my breath." Ian, who was still dead, let out a long breath. Unexpectedly, the injury affecting the internal organs, his throat was sweet, Half of his face was instantly covered in blood.

"The host refuses to withdraw from the pain. Please pay attention to conserve your energy and say goodbye to Spider-Man."

A cold mechanical sound sounded, but there was no reaction from the surroundings. Obviously, this was just a private communication between one person and one.

Amidst the exclamation of everyone, Ian still had the leisure to continue to knock his teeth against the system in his consciousness.

"This robber is too unprofessional. If I didn't deliberately lean on the muzzle of the gun, the shot would definitely hit the pillar. The original Uncle Ben was so unlucky that he died in the hands of that guy who couldn't even hold the gun steadily." .Bad reviews, definitely bad reviews..."

"Originally this was a force majeure event to become a hero..."

"I don't know who stipulated the law that the more painful the early stage, the stronger the later stage. Everyone has worked hard to save the world, and they have to live a miserable life. At least, when they were young, their parents didn't love their mother, or at worst, the whole family was wiped out. ... Tsk tsk tsk, there is no worst, only worse."

When Ian watched dramas and novels before, he thought these settings were cool.After entering the mission world and seeing one after another living people suffering, struggling, and unable to escape in the pre-set destiny, especially when he had to take over the mission of the original role, he could no longer stay out of it.

It's just that there is a chance to live, who would rush to find death.When Ian was alive, he didn't have a chance to enjoy life, so he wanted to try his best to enjoy retirement life for a few years, so he had to succumb to the prostitution/power of the system.starting....

So far, I have been diligent and diligent, and I can almost reach the retirement standard after completing this vote.Whoever loves to do this stupid task should do it, the old man should also take a good rest!

"This is also the original intention of the establishment of the hero care system. Your appearance saved those who should have died early. They escaped their fate and at least had a good ending, and you also assumed the responsibility of the whetstone. Suffering makes people, and those who have the potential to be heroes will not reach the heights they should have if they do not have a strong will and an unyielding spirit..."

"Stop, stop... When did you add a problem of filling chicken soup." Ian rolled his eyes.The wound was numb from the pain, and the words of the system buzzed in the ears like a swarm of demonic flies, and the words that came out were not so pleasant.

"Everyone is so familiar, and they know how much they have in their stomachs. If the original author is a stepmother, I think your hero care system is a stepfather. The two of you are just short of making your debut as a team."

When Ian said this, he deliberately stopped, and thought about it seriously, "From the perspective of a professional actor in my previous life, this will definitely be a big hit!"

Covering up old pain with new wounds is tantamount to quenching thirst with poison.The operation of changing the soup but not the medicine, and the hero care system?

Selling dog meat as a sheep's trick, people still sell meat anyway.Your hero care system is good. Under the guise of caring, you sell misery and pain. Who is more noble than whom?

The system fell silent. It seemed that he had long been used to Ian's poisonous tongue.

I think it was also a newcomer back then, with insufficient experience, thinking that it was bound to a gentle and amiable host, one person would love each other, and you would do tasks to upgrade me.Never thought that this guy is a face-saving guy, his appearance is outrageously inconsistent, and he staged love and killing each other all by himself.

No, there is no love, only killing!Or unilaterally pick and cut it where it hurts, one knife after another, mercilessly.

Think about other people's families, only the host is afraid of the system, how can the system be dominated by the host.Although I don't want to admit it, it's a fact that the host is not afraid of it!

Whoever makes it hang with the word "caring" is in the end, it's just a showman, superficial, and it's definitely a tragedy in the world if the system is mixed up for this.

Having said that, if it wasn't for this guy who doesn't make trouble, doesn't do things, and never loses the chain, the system would have already sent a report to apply for a change of host.

Of course, the system is not born to be a coward, it is because of Ian's ruthlessness that the system has no choice but to coax.The way to get out of the mission is almost all escape. It is said that if the other hosts have been crying and shouting to get away from the pain, Ian is lucky to refuse the pain shielding service offered by the system.

Until now, the system couldn't understand Ian's masochistic choice, which was really dead again and again.With this, the system is willing to make concessions on certain things.

When they were tied together, they hated each other, but they felt reluctant to part with the system. After all, apart from being a bit venomous, this guy had nothing to say.What if the next host is more difficult to deal with?

Forget it, it's just a cold and emotionless system, it's just a few words, and it won't lose a piece of meat, let alone hurt feelings.

Hang Chi Hang Chi hold back for a long time, finished the bowl of chicken soup just now!The system sincerely hopes to pull someone back from the brink of retirement and continue to contribute to the cause of caring.

But looking at the current situation, a certain person is determined to retire, the kind who can't pull back eight horses.

The twisted melon is not sweet, forget it.The system took a break and focused on the last task.

Prestige + appearance, the last cooperation of the broken pot and the cover must be a complete success.After staying with a poisonous host for a long time, the system learned to laugh at itself without a teacher.

The communication of one person unified in consciousness does not affect the development of the situation in the slightest.Peter, with red eyes, finally realized what had happened, and staggered to Ian's side and knelt down.

"Ian..." Unconsciously, a tear fell from the eye socket to the ground.

"Peter, ahem..." He spat out two more mouthfuls of blood, and Ian closed his eyes and waited for the force to subside.

"Don't talk." Peter grabbed Ian's hand helplessly, and the other hand hesitated in the air for a while, but he didn't dare to make any unnecessary movements.

So much blood, how could there be so much blood?

Looking around, he shouted, "Where's the ambulance? Why hasn't the ambulance come yet?"

Then he glanced at the onlookers one by one with praying and hopeful eyes, "Is there a doctor here, save him, he is going to die, save him quickly."

People seemed to be frozen in place, without any movement.Peter's blood was cold, as if he had fallen into an ice cave, and he was extremely helpless for the first time.Finally, he clenched his fists tightly, as if he had made up his mind.It's just that before he moved, he felt a slight pull.

Ian shook his head lightly, trying to show a smile, but his appearance might as well not be smiling.

"I'm sorry, the graduation gift...cough cough, it seems that I can't...I can't give it to you...to you." Followed by two quick gasps.

Peter felt that thousands of words were stuck in his throat, and he couldn't utter a sound except shaking his head. He was holding back like a fish off the shore.

Ian opened his mouth, but no sound came.Peter leaned over carefully, tilted his head and lowered his head.The cool breath spreads in the ears

"Little spider, come on... Come on!"

In fact, I want to say little Peter, I am optimistic about you!

Peter almost jumped up, met Ian's knowing gaze in astonishment, and there was a moderate force from his hand.

This is our secret!

Peter understood instantly!

With solemnity and determination on his face, imitating Ian's strength, he pressed back a few times.

Ian showed a satisfied smile with nothing to worry about, his eyes were slack

Goodbye, little Peter!

Peter stood dumbfounded, watching the belated doctor announce that Uncle Ben had only minor abrasions and his best friend was confirmed dead.

Uncle is fine, it's great...

Ian is dead, so sad...

The heart seems to be ripped open,

He seems to have lost someone very important.

The voice of the police came over the intercom

"The suspect fled south toward Fifth Avenue, and three police cars have been arranged to pursue, with two police cars blocking ahead."

It's time to take responsibility, little spider!With the wish of a best friend.

Peter rushed out of the crowd, let the cold evening wind blow down his face with tears, and ran towards Fifth Avenue at high speed.