Leziren’s happy life in Marvel

Leziren’s happy life in Marvel

Author: Guo Sansui who is very sleepy

Summary:

　Good news, I traveled through time, and with the buff of my parents' boundless magic power, I went from being a 996 office worker to a rich second-generation who runs a business that he could only dream about in his previous life and receives a large fund every month.

Bad news, this is the fucking Marvel world where humans are worse than dogs!!

The good news in the bad news is that at least there are no super dark people like those in DC here!

This is a record of a fun-loving person's happy life after traveling to Marvel.

It's more everyday, and the main purpose is to be relaxing and enjoyable, so everyone can just watch it for fun.

Chapter 1 The unspeakable way of time travel

Traveled through...

This was Sherlock's most direct thought when he was standing in front of the mirror, but thinking about the way he traveled through time, Sherlock still felt a little incredible. He even felt as if his mother had opened the door for him and that he was home.

As a 996 social animal, after a week of being squeezed by capital, Sherlock finally ushered in the vacation he had longed for, although he only had one day of freedom.

As a standard social animal, Sherlock's thoughts are all about sleeping until the sky is dark and living a life of waking up, sleeping and eating hungry all day long.

In fact, Sherlock did the same thing. Others slept until they woke up naturally, but Sherlock was woken up by the living habits he had developed for a long time. Yes, Sherlock was woken up by hunger.

After ordering a takeout at random in a daze, Sherlock fell asleep again without even looking at what he ordered. When he woke up again, he was woken up by the knock on the door of the takeaway.

Bewilderedly, he took the takeaway he ordered from the delivery man. He didn't even forget to politely say thank you to the hardworking delivery boy. Sherlock opened a short video website and began to fill himself with electronic mustard. belly.

Sherlock didn't even know what he ate, he just mechanically stuffed the food into his mouth, focusing on the long-legged ladies in unusually cool clothes who were swaying to the dynamic music on his mobile phone.

After mechanically eating the food, which he didn't know whether it should be regarded as breakfast or lunch, Sherlock lay on his bed again. Sherlock, who was thinking about the long-legged lady, successfully communicated in his dream with those who had just watched The young ladies gathered together.

Seeing a large group of long-legged ladies wearing stockings that almost made up the entire color palette, Sherlock in his dream just wanted to shout loudly, transform into a wolf and enjoy the pleasure of wine and meat.

A sharp pain came from Sherlock's abdomen, which immediately woke him up. Feeling that the young ladies were leaving him, Sherlock could only curse the unclean takeaway and took it casually. A cigarette rushed towards the throne in the toilet of his rental house.

Everything up to this point was so normal, just the daily rest of an ordinary LSP social worker. However, everything has a but, and what was outrageous was what happened next.

Sherlock, who was sitting on the throne with a cigarette in his mouth, seemed to have a premonition of the tragedy that would follow. After taking a deep breath, he started his ejaculation journey with one force.

Just as Sherlock was feeling the indescribable feeling of Kikube, he just blinked and the dark and dark toilet in the rental house in front of him turned into a luxurious toilet about the same size as his own bedroom.

At that moment, Sherlock's mind was filled with ideas such as quantum entanglement and cohabitation across time and space. He did not notice the fact that he seemed to have traveled through time. He even thought about commenting on the decoration style of this luxurious toilet.

After all, for Sherlock, time travel has only been seen in novels. It is impossible for such a thing to happen in reality. Compared to time travel, Sherlock would rather believe that this is some hallucination caused by his food poisoning.

Sherlock even hesitated whether he should call 120 or something for first aid. After all, so far, apart from the hallucination of this luxurious toilet, Sherlock only had one symptom: running out.

The cigarette in my hand is still a short holder with a long handle, Marlboro, the best value for money among social animals. The only difference is that my hands seem to be a little whiter and a little hairier...

etc! A little hairier? A little whiter? ? ? ?

He hurriedly threw the cigarette butt into the toilet, hurriedly grabbed toilet paper and wiped his butt. Sherlock left his throne and came to the mirror in three steps at a time.

At first glance, he saw a white young man who looked a bit more handsome than Leonardo, the earthly ball grass, and even his figure was extremely perfect.

With streamlined muscles, eight pack abs, and a handsome face, Sherlock admits that even if he is a man, he still feels like he's swearing at the little guy in the mirror for a while. saliva.

Just when Sherlock felt that he should call 120 or something for rescue, a wave of vague memories hit Sherlock's mind.

After a while, Sherlock finally saw the fact that he had traveled through time. This young man's name was Sherlock Felix, and he was considered a middle-aged rich man.

Just like the usual setting in time-travel novels, this kid, like Sherlock himself, is an orphan who enjoys the buff of his parents' sacrifice to heaven.

But unlike Sherlock, his buff loading seemed to be successful. He was born in New York. After graduating from high school, he opened a gun shop with the help of his parents.

Later, with the help of a group of uncles who liked cos141 that my parents found somewhere, I successfully turned the gun shop in the suburbs into a well-known firearms training center across the country, and even some active soldiers and celebrities will From time to time, I come to the gun shop for training.

The young man's parents were also very interesting. After their death, they even left a fund for the young man that he could never use up in his lifetime. To put it simply, as long as the young man did not commit suicide to start a business and invest in something, he could receive a fixed amount of 100,000 yuan every month. dollar fund.

Even the car the young man drives is Sherlock's dream car that he could never afford as a social worker, a Ford Raptor.

Apart from these general memories, Sherlock didn't have any useful memories. It seemed that this young man was also a social terror and rarely went out on weekdays.

Sherlock was extremely appreciative of the fact that he had transformed himself from a 996 social creature into a rich second-generation man with a carefree life just by jumping around.

After all, he was an orphan in his previous life, and Sherlock, who was used to being alone, had nothing to let go of. If anything, it would just be his longing for his motherland.

The only thing Sherlock can't understand is his outrageous way of time travel, especially compared to the way of time travel of his various predecessors.

Who would have thought that Yianxi could travel through time? Just travel through time. The body that traveled through time was also disappearing. Sherlock was even sure that he just blinked his eyes during the process of ejection and traveled here. There was not even a process of ejection. Inexplicably traveled through time after stopping?

Sherlock gave himself a six with one hand, then excitedly arranged his clothes, and decided to go downstairs to have a look. After all, according to the memory inherited by Sherlock, downstairs was his own gun shop, and behind it was A very wide shooting range and training ground.

As an old gun fan, Sherlock, who was born and raised here, has been coveting those beautiful firearms for a long time. Now that he has traveled through time and space, he still has the conditions, so why don't he go downstairs and grab his favorite to have fun?

Thinking of this, Sherlock could no longer hold back his emotions and rushed downstairs quickly, "Hey, hey, ak baby, ar baby, big spray, little pistol, wait for my love!" ! !

Chapter 2 Bad News and Goldfinger

After the proud Sherlock opened the door of his gun shop, what he saw was a dazzling array of firearms hanging on the wall, from AK series to AR series.

From firearms to accessories, there is a dazzling array of items. The most exaggerated thing is that there is an Italian gun of the same model as Li Yunlong placed in the middle of the entire venue.

Although there was a not-for-sale sign placed next to the cannon, Sherlock couldn't help but sigh. It was indeed a free America, a lighthouse country where gunfights were fought every day.

This damn cannon can be put in the store as a display, what else can't it be used for?

Of course, in addition to these firearms, which can be called a treasure trove for military fans, what naturally surprised Sherlock was his English proficiency.

The densely packed English letters on the display board did not look much different from Chinese to Sherlock. Even Sherlock even tried it out, and his words were seamlessly switched between Chinese and English.

This made Sherlock almost shed tears of excitement. You must know that for four years in college, Sherlock was among the top in the class in all majors, except for English.

It's like he has a grudge against Sherlock. He fails every year, makes up for exams every year, and retakes them every year.

If it hadn't been for the following year, when the English teacher saw that Sherlock was really pitiful and took a lot of money from him, it would have been a problem for Sherlock to get his diploma.

A wave of time travel solved the two major problems in his life-poverty and English. Sherlock felt that his life seemed to be reaching its peak.

I happily picked up a fully modified AK105 rifle from the wall and held it in my arms. While enjoying the pleasure of pulling the bolt with my backhand, I found a big chair on my sales table and turned on the TV with satisfaction.

The Sherlock who owns the world with a gun in hand wants to see what interesting TV programs are on the TV on the other side of the ocean.

But the TV had just turned on, and Sherlock's originally happy and satisfied mood was like riding a roller coaster, falling to the bottom quickly.

The reason is also very simple. The person who appeared on TV can be said to be extremely familiar to Sherlock, Iron Man - Tony Stark! ! !

Seeing this man who looked exactly like Robert Downey Jr. coquettishly hugging two ridiculously beautiful models and looking at the camera, Sherlock felt that his three views were shattered.

Ignoring the big baby AK in his arms, he casually threw the precious AK-105 on the bar. Sherlock picked up the computer at hand and started to google like crazy.

After a long time, Sherlock stopped typing on the keyboard with tears streaming down his face. There was only one thought in his mind, I want to go home! ! ! !

The reason is also very simple. After going through a large search on the Internet, Sherlock realized one thing very clearly. He seemed to have traveled into the world of Marvel.

That's right, it's the Marvel world of Wakanda, which is constantly invaded by aliens, has Purple Potato Spirits from the Universal Family Planning Commission, and has technology that is hundreds of years ahead of the rest of the world, but likes to fight with cold weapons.

But the good news is that after Sherlock's search, he didn't find any genius school founded by the bald Charles who could read minds, nor any weird cities like Gotham City or Metropolis.

It can't be said that there is none at all. I don't know why, but these things all appear in the comics of the same company, and these things do not exist in reality.

This actually made Sherlock breathe a sigh of relief. Fortunately, it was not a comic book setting that was a fusion of DC and Marvel. Otherwise, with the dark style of DC, Sherlock felt that it would be better to commit suicide as soon as possible.

Although through a simple search, Sherlock roughly confirmed that he might be in the so-called movie world and not those weird comic settings, Sherlock still felt cold all over.

After all, before time travel, he was born under the red flag, grew up in the spring breeze, and was well protected by the country. The most evil thing Sherlock had ever seen was the level of gangsters fighting.

Now traveling to this Marvel world where human lives are worse than dogs, or in the troubled New York City, Sherlock feels deep despair. Sherlock, who is an orphan himself, has never felt a strong sense of security since he was a child.

Now that he knows that he has traveled to the Marvel world, Sherlock has fallen into anxiety about his sense of security. In such a chaotic environment, Sherlock can't find anything that can protect him.

Is it just relying on the firearms around me? This idea just came up and was directly rejected by Sherlock.

Don't be kidding, if you really have to face those super villains, let alone guns, even if you hold the Italian cannon in your hand and use it as a gun, Sherlock feels that his firepower is insufficient.

Just as Sherlock was holding his head and thinking about whether he could snatch the opportunity of one of the so-called "protagonists", a pleasant tinkling sound suddenly appeared in Sherlock's ear.

The voice was so clear and sweet. Based on Sherlock's previous routine of reading novels, Sherlock guessed that his golden finger must have arrived.

"System?? System father?? System mother?? Ancestors??? You are here after finishing your business!!!!"

Sherlock cursed and kept making strange postures, trying to prove that he was not hallucinating just now, and frantically trying to summon the system that had just been triggered.

Not to mention, Sherlock actually succeeded. The moment he made a strange pose, Sherlock was cursing, but he found that he seemed to have arrived in a place that looked like a library in an instant.

The huge bookshelves are lined up in rows with no end in sight, and the books on them all look extremely old, as if they can already be called antiques.

Next to Sherlock were two unusually tall things that looked like vending machines. After studying for a while, Sherlock didn't find out what these two vending machines were selling.

After Sherlock finished studying the two vending machines, Sherlock's attention was immediately attracted by a long box on a table not far in front.

After eagerly stepping forward to open the box, Sherlock was immediately stunned by the contents inside.

The thing inside was extremely familiar to Sherlock. It was the Elder Wand in Harry Potter! And it is an extremely well-made Elder Wand that looks just like the real thing.

"What the hell?"

Sherlock was a little surprised and picked up the Elder Wand in the box. In an instant, a stream of memories flooded into Sherlock's head. It's not quite right to call it a memory, but rather a feeling.

The moment he picked up the Elder Wand, Sherlock was almost certain of one thing, that is, this Elder Wand was absolutely loyal to him, and he could indeed use the magic in Harry Potter with this Elder Wand!

Sherlock, who had been calming down for a while, seemed to have thought of something. The corner of his mouth twitched as he looked at the endless rows of bookshelves not far away.

If Sherlock guessed correctly and he can now use magic with a wand, then the rows of bookshelves should be the so-called magic books in Harry Potter, right?

Putting the wand on his ear, Sherlock went to the bookshelf and began to verify his conjecture. With just one book, Sherlock shed tears of pain.

I never expected that I would have to start my study journey all over again after I graduated a long time ago, and it was totally self-study! !

Think about the protagonists in the novels I read before traveling through time. They either had a sign-in system or a lay-down system, all kinds of things that got something for nothing.

Looking at his endless row of bookshelves, Sherlock couldn't help feeling sad and shed tears of humiliation.

Fortunately, it was not like he had never experienced something like this in his previous life. Coupled with the training of 996, Sherlock sorted out his mood in just a short while.

Damn it, isn’t it just a roll? To be honest, is there any nation in the world that can outdo Great China? For the sake of his own life, Sherlock picked up the "Basics of Magic - From Entry to Burial" in his hand with a look of grief and anger and began to study it.

Chapter 3: Those who like cosplay

Just when Sherlock was about to be immersed in the ocean of magic, a crisp doorbell rang in Sherlock's ears, which immediately woke him up.

After coming back to his senses, Sherlock found that he was still in the same position as he was in the library just now, holding an ancient-looking magic book in one hand and his own Elder Wand in the other. Sitting at the checkout counter in a posture that looks silly to outsiders.

And the doorbell that woke up Sherlock was the sound of the so-called cosplay-loving uncles in Sherlock's memory pushing open the door.

Shaking around, Sherlock hurriedly tried to adjust his posture and hide the magic book and wand in his hand.

Sherlock's thoughts just came up when he was surprised to find that the magic book and wand in his hand disappeared without a trace. However, Sherlock could still feel that the magic book and wand he had just read were quiet. Lying on the library table.

This feeling is very magical. Although what I see with my eyes is a gun store that is so real in reality, I can still clearly perceive the huge library and everything in it.

Seeing Sherlock standing there in a posture that seemed silly to outsiders, the tough men who walked in aggressively couldn't help but smile. Some even took out their mobile phones to take a picture of Sherlock. open.

The older man in the lead, who looked like Price, slapped Sherlock's head hard in annoyance, which allowed Sherlock's short-circuited brain to reconnect.

Looking at the five peerless hunks standing in front of him, Sherlock swallowed hard. Not to mention, the looks of these five were really not much different from the five hunks from the sky in Call of Duty.

Looking at those arms that were as thick as a girl's waist, Sherlock was even more envious. The excitement he had about his figure when he just traveled through time suddenly disappeared without a trace.

According to the memories of the few original owners that Sherlock inherited, these five tough men not only look like the five protagonists in Call of Duty.

These five are veterans who are really similar to Task Force 141 in Call of Duty. Before Iron Man came out, these five people can definitely be said to be the ceiling level of force that ordinary humans can achieve.

When Sherlock told his parents that he wanted to open a gun shop, his parents had to drag a lot of trouble to get them to join Sherlock's gun shop, and they gave 40% of the shares to five people.

Facts have proved how correct the decision made by Sherlock's parents who have ascended to heaven is. In less than two years, with the help of these five names, Sherlock's gun shop has become almost the entire New York and even It is a famous training base throughout the United States.

As for the five protagonists in cosplay Call of Duty, it is purely because these five old men miss their battlefield experiences in this way, although there are rumors that Call of Duty is based on these five people.

Thinking about the few memories in his mind, Sherlock could only show a slightly twitching smile to the five people in embarrassment, especially the leader who was holding a cigar and looked similar to Price. Say hello to similar people.

"Uncle Price, you came very early today."

Yes, you heard it right. Until now, Sherlock has called these uncles by their names in the game. They also accepted this title happily. In their words, this way they can hide themselves very well. Identity, enemies will not come looking for you.

In this regard, Sherlock could only follow these people. After all, he really couldn't beat him. If any of these five people were taken out at random, they would deal with Sherlock like he was dealing with chickens.

Even under the supervision of these five uncles, Sherlock did not get into any bad habits that he shouldn't have like other young people in the Lighthouse Country, and even vaguely looked like a new recruit.