American Comics: I! Abnormal Superman Really Want to Be a Good God

If you like a piece of clothing, buy it; if you like a pair of shoes, buy them.

However, after passing by a shop with a special ambiance, she started picking and choosing and bought a lot of unique little clothes.

She glanced shyly at Chen Hao, and only felt relieved after receiving his reassuring gaze...

"Did we spend too much? We've already spent several thousand yuan."

Tornado asked somewhat timidly, "Shopping is so exciting, I can buy whatever I like right away, but the small supermarket's income isn't high."

"Don't worry, we still have money."

Chen Hao said gently, telling her not to worry.

As a homebody, he actually saved up quite a bit of money, and he didn't have many places to spend it.

"Uh-huh."

Tornado then obediently nodded, afraid that she had spent too much money.

The two of them carried large and small bags back, which made Chen Hao very unhappy. This was too cumbersome!

"Other protagonists all have a portable space as standard, shouldn't I, the overpowered protagonist, get one too? What do you say, System Master?"

Chen Hao thought to himself with a smile, "Can't we extort the system just this once?"

"The system believes that such a low-end item as the host's personal space is completely unnecessary. This system will show the host a clear path."

"Go to S.H.I.E.L.D. now and steal the Tesseract. Use it to modify your personal cosmos."

Chen Hao asked the system to give him his entire personal space, but the system instead told him to steal the Cosmic Cube?

Chen Hao thought the system was probably dreaming. With his current strength, it wasn't impossible for him to steal the Cosmic Cube.

But after you steal it, you'll face too many dangers.

Too many people covet Marvel artifacts like the Tesseract.

The Ancient One is currently protecting Earth, maintaining a delicate balance among various forces. She wouldn't be foolish enough to steal the Tesseract before she has the power to do so.

This damn system is truly malicious; it actually wants to harm me!

Hmph! Forget it, it's better to rely on yourself than others!

Chen Hao immediately started editing. "Can't I just pay for it myself?"

Chen Hao, a transmigrator from the real world, carries an ancient and imposing storage ring with an internal space measuring 10*10*10 meters.

Then submit it aggressively!!

[Ding, the edit information submitted by the host requires 500 anomaly points. Do you wish to modify it?]

"Need not."

Chen Hao shook his head slightly. It wasn't too much to ask him to spend his own money to enjoy himself, was it?

[Ding, editing successful. Congratulations, host, you have obtained a low-grade storage ring.]

cut!

That's so low-class! Having such a murderous and thieving treasure is already a blessing; what more could you ask for?

I'm going to snatch the Cosmic Cube myself next year; a miniature universe sounds incredibly promising.

Chapter 13 Revenge? Opportunity! Making Money and Having Ideas

As he held the exhausted Tornado in his arms at night, Chen Hao's lips curled into a smug smile.

This little girl is really bad at the game but has a huge addiction to it. Even though her throat was practically burning, she still wouldn't admit defeat. She's so stubborn and arrogant.

If it weren't for her pitiful appearance, no one would have slept tonight.

Gently picking up the sleeping Tornado, Chen Hao had no choice but to change the sheets again with fresh, dry ones. Otherwise, how could the baby sleep?

Awakened, Tornado looked at her masterpiece and blushed deeply, burying her face in the blankets like an ostrich.

"Oh my god, is that really me...?"

"But I really couldn't resist, it's all because my master has so many tricks up his sleeve."

Tornado muttered shyly to herself, as if the storm that had just struck her was none other than herself.

Chen Hao didn't expose the thin-skinned Long Juan, otherwise this girl would definitely strangle him.

The next day, as the sun shone, Chen Hao couldn't sleep because of the noise from the street construction. The technology in the Marvel world is truly amazing.

Even though it's only mid-2007 now, the level of technology far surpasses that of the real world ten or twenty years from now.

The level of infrastructure alone is remarkable; the streets destroyed by the battle between the two, Hulk and Abomination, are almost completely restored.

"I'm worrying for nothing. Look at the Battle of New York. The ruins Loki created were repaired in just a few months, weren't they?"

Chen Hao chuckled to himself before getting up, washing up, and making a delicious breakfast for Longjuan. After all, the early bird catches the worm, and she was tired too.

When Chen Hao finished everything and was ready to open for business...

A few minutes later, several thugs with a rough and unsavory look stood at the door.

"So your name is Chen Hao?"

"You're incredibly arrogant!"

"Kid, you're in trouble now, you know? How dare you cripple one of our New York Mafia members?"

The bald thug leading the group launched into an arrogant and domineering opening speech; anyone who didn't know better would have thought he was Kingpin.

Chen Hao was speechless; he was completely baffled.

Then he suddenly realized and slapped his forehead, realizing that he had crippled a few thugs last night.

So they've come to our door seeking revenge?

He glanced at the people in front of him casually.

"So you've come here seeking revenge? But aren't you a bit too few weaklings?"

Such an arrogant attitude instantly enraged the thugs.

You're about to die and you're still being stubborn?

They've seen stubborn people before, but in the end, they still manage to beat them down until they're howling like dead dogs.

"Get him!!"

"kill him!!"

"Fuck!! This is so damn infuriating!!"

The thugs were in a frenzy, shouting that they were going to teach Chen Hao, this nasty guy, a lesson.

"Wait!! Don't be impulsive!!"

The bald man quickly shouted to stop his underlings, knowing that these few scoundrels were no match for him.

He was just relaying messages to the boss; there's no need for him to be crippled again, right? Unless he's an idiot...

"Chen Hao, our boss said you're going to Hell's Kitchen alone tonight. You don't want your little supermarket to go out of business, do you?"

The bald man coldly threatened, "The saying 'You can run away from the monk, but you can't run away from the temple' applies all over the world."

"That's it? Fine, fine, get out of here!"

Chen Hao rolled his eyes and waved them away as if they were beggars, his arrogant attitude infuriating the thugs.

That's outrageous! Damn it!

The bald man, furious but unable to utter a word, quickly pulled his henchman, who was about to attack, away.

Staying any longer is too dangerous. The fighting principle of these thugs is to fight in groups rather than one-on-one, and they never fight a battle they are not sure they can win.

Watching the thugs leave cursing and swearing, Chen Hao blinked thoughtfully. It seemed he needed to change his plans!

Kingpin!!

Kingpin is considered a classic villain in Marvel, and his real name is Wilson Fisk.

Kingpin was just his nickname, meaning the mastermind.

Kingpin wields immense power, being the head of America's underworld. It is said that 40% of criminal activity can be traced back to Kingpin.

Therefore, King is not only Spider-Man's nemesis, but also Daredevil, the Punisher, and the X-Men.

After all, whenever these superheroes crack down on crime, it inevitably touches on Kingpin's interests, thus leading to a struggle.

As for Kingpin's wealth, at its peak, it was described to be around 30 billion US dollars, a veritable black gold empire!

So now it must be at least tens of billions, right?

"I doubt he can spend all that money, so I'll help him spend it. That would be doing a good deed."

"Kingpin's son is dead, and he's killed his women. How much money could a lonely man like him possibly have?"

Chen Hao stroked his chin and muttered to himself, "Shameless! They want to seize other people's assets and they do it so brazenly."

Furthermore, robbing him was considered acting on behalf of Heaven; he was a man of great chivalry, so who else could do such a thing?

Kingpin, who was exercising in the Fisk Tower, suddenly shivered violently!

"Fuck!! Why is the air conditioner set so low?"