People Are in Marvel, and the System is Working As a Worker

boom!

Hearing the gunshot, Mike muttered irritably: "It's noon, let people sleep well!"

Not realizing that there was something wrong in his words, he turned over and hugged the soft body beside him.

"Mike! Mike!"

Jennifer shook Mike's shoulders vigorously, a little flustered.

"Who is this?"

A delicate but unfamiliar face.

Mike froze for a moment, showed a charming smile, and asked softly: "What's the matter, baby?"

Last night, the bar, the ninety-ninety beauties, strike up a conversation, have sex——Mike tried hard to remember, but couldn't remember the beauties' names after all.

It doesn't matter if you don't remember.

Don't panic!

As a playboy, Mike is not the first to experience such a scene.

Practice makes perfect.

"Honey", "baby", "biscuit", "little strawberry"... are all "correct answers".

Two lives as a human being, this skill Mike uses with ease.

Of course, the key is to look good.

Jennifer was heartbroken, two big white rabbits were pressed against Mike's chest, her waterfall-like blond hair was scattered, and she said, "There are gunshots downstairs."

"Oh, gunshots..." Mike said, "This is Hell's Kitchen, it's normal."

Free Millican, shootouts every day - not just talking.

What's more, Hell's Kitchen, known as the "Criminal's Amusement Park", consumes enough ammunition every day to feed an arms dealer.

"Forget it, I'll go down and have a look."

It feels like the gunshots are downstairs, and downstairs is a small supermarket - Mike's, which specializes in groceries from China.

Go downstairs.

The glass door of the supermarket was open, and Mike didn't see anyone

A few seconds later, Old Earl came in from the door angrily, holding a loaded Remington shotgun in his hand.

Old Earl, the only employee in the supermarket, a black old man with white hair.

"Robbery?" Mike frowned.

"No, a few bigfoot bastards, I can't help but see them..."

After the anger passed, Old Earl felt uneasy and ashamed.

Clearly, his approach got Mike into trouble.

"Bigfoot? The one who's been in the limelight recently?" Mike asked.

"Yes." Old Earl nodded.

"Okay, tell me the reason for shooting." Mike lit a cigarette, "Old Earl, I'm not afraid of trouble, but I like unexplained trouble. If you can't convince me, I'm afraid I can't keep you, Do you understand?"

You have stories, I have smoke.

"Understood." Old Earl said, "There are father and daughter in the community where I live. Father Benjamin, a damn addict and DU dealer. Daughter's name is Chloe, she is simply a little angel."

"Benjamin helped the Bigfoot gang bulk up, but swallowed the Bigfoot gang's goods. He overdosed and died, leaving only his daughter Chloe. The Bigfoot gang took Chloe away. Chloe was so young, so Smart, so sensible..."

As he spoke, Old Earl choked up.

Mike was silent.

Gangs like the Bigfoot Gang are inhumane. No matter what the end is, Chloe will undoubtedly be miserable.

Taking out a small bag from his pocket, Elder Earl peeled off the layers of waterproof packaging, revealing a stack of colorful old banknotes.

Put the bill on the table and push it in front of Mike.

Elder Earle had worked in the supermarket for nearly a year, but no one received protection money, except for the first few thefts and robberies.The next day, the boss of the thief and robber came to the door to apologize and compensate for the loss in person, as docile as a harmless rabbit.

"Is this Hell's Kitchen? Why do you want to comment on the civilized community?" Old Earl couldn't help but be dumbfounded.

"Everyone is actually quite reasonable." Mike smiled.

What this said... Old Earl would have believed it if those big guys hadn't been in plaster casts, crutches and bruised noses.

From then on, Old Earle knew that the supermarket was just a cover, and the boss was not an ordinary person.

"Boss, save Chloe, please, she is still a child. This is my savings, all. I don't know enough, but..." Old Earl choked up and asked for help.

There seemed to be a lot of banknotes, but in fact they were all small bills, a thick stack of which did not exceed $[-].

"Has this money been saved for a long time?"

"Yes."

"worth?"

"value!"

Old Earl didn't waver, and a ball of white light floated above his head.

At this time, lines of text were generated in Mike's mind——

[Old Earl's Commission: Rescue the Orphan Chloe]

[Commission: 20000 U.S. dollars (the system takes 90% after deducting fees)]

[Mission Description: Rescue the orphan Chloe from the Bigfoot Gang and hand it over to Old Earl. 】

After the commission was drawn by the system, the maximum amount in Mike's hands was only two thousand dollars.

In other words, this list will lose money.

Mike sighed, "Okay, I'll take this order."

After the words fell, the ball of white luminous energy floated in front of Mike, sinking between his eyebrows.

System prompt: [Soul Energy +1]

So far, stop pretending, showdown!

Mike, the time traveler, has been reincarnated for 22 years. When he found out that he was in Marvel, he was completely stunned.

"If it comes, let it be at ease. No matter how bad it is, it will be snapped away by a snap of your fingers."

Mike obediently studied step by step until he received the admission letter from Princeton University, and Goldfinger arrived unexpectedly.

On the surface, Goldfinger is a mercenary system, but it is actually a [Fantasy Manifestation].

Ten parts of [soul energy] are synthesized into one [soul fruit].

In addition, soul energy has the effect of strengthening the body.

At present, Mike's physical fitness is not weaker than that of the US team injected with super soldier serum.

"Boss, boss..." Seeing that Mike was distracted, Old Earl said, "Is this commission difficult?"

"Oh, no."

Mike recovered and said, "I just remembered something. By the way, do I need to sign a contract or issue a receipt?"

Old Earle waved his hands again and again: "No, no."

Mike added: "Also, let me explain in advance: no matter whether the entrustment is successful or not, the entrustment fee will not be refunded."

Old Earle said: "I understand the rules...I trust the boss."

Mike took out the encrypted mobile phone, did not shy away from old Earl, and dialed the number [Fat Jerry].

connected.

"Mike, I haven't contacted you for a long time. I thought you forgot Fat Jerry. I'm so sad."

A greasy voice came from the phone.

Mike: "Speak human."

Jerry: "You're still the same, I..."

Mike hung up the phone blankly.

After a few seconds.

The phone rang, and Mike pressed the connect button, and Fat Jerry's helpless voice came from the opposite side: "Okay, okay, let's say, someone is going to be unlucky."

"Does Bigfoot know?"

"I know, I've been dancing a lot lately, I don't know if I don't know."

"Old rules, send the information and expenses to my mailbox."

"Okay, [-]% off the fee." Fat Jerry had a heartache on his face.

"Oh, it's actually discounted... the Lifetime series." Mike sneered.

"Those scumbags have no bottom line, it's too cheap for them to go to hell!" Fat Jerry said angrily.

If Fat Jerry, who is known as "the reincarnation of Grandet", can be discounted, the Bigfoot Gang will definitely die.

After hanging up the phone, Mike explained: "Fat Jerry is an intelligence businessman, greedy for money, but has always had a good reputation."

After reassuring Old Earl, Mike went upstairs.

Jennifer lay on her side, the silk quilt slid aside, revealing her amazing curves.

Mike swallowed, looking away with great determination.He turned on the computer and clicked on the mailbox.

Fat Jerry's efficiency was as high as ever, and the information came.

After carefully reading the information, Mike has a basic understanding of Bigfoot, just two words: beasts.No wonder even Fat Jerry can't stand it.

The Bigfoot Gang was originally just a small gang, and they remained unknown in Hell's Kitchen until they got involved with the Elland criminal group.

"Magenta?"