People are in Marvel, and the system is working as a worker

Focus your thoughts on the black seeds, and the system displays: Seeds of Chaos - Chaos breeds order, order gives birth to life, and life creates miracles.

Well, this means that there is no difference between it and Mike. Anyway, Mike has no clue.Then leave it alone for now, it’s in the conscious space anyway.

Mike packed a bunch of things into the system space, including food, supplies, tools, weapons... If the space wasn't too small, he wanted to stuff a motorcycle or a car into it.

"How to upgrade the system space? It's only one cubic meter in total, which is really inconvenient."

In fact, what Mike really wants is not to install some transportation, although this is indeed convenient.However, rather than convenience, he wanted to "swipe" out a nuclear bomb from the system space when negotiations with others did not go well in the future.

"Well, come to think of it, we have to find a way to get a nuclear bomb."

That picture... I can't help but drool just thinking about it.

At this time, it had been several hours since Xuanhong was released, and no killer had launched an attack yet.It's not that there are no killers nearby, but that there are too many, and they are restraining each other - in order to kill Mike, they have to prevent others from killing Mike first, forming a delicate balance.

Mike was about to go out. If this was regarded as a battlefield, Skye would only see ruins when he came back.

Mike opened the door and threw an old piece of clothing out.

boom……

Several gunshots were fired, and the clothes were fluttered left and right, and they stayed in the air for a long time.

Several blood flowers suddenly burst out from nearby rooftops and apartments.It wasn't Mike who took action, but the shot that exposed their location, and those who were slow to react left and were killed by other killers.

The street fell into an eerie silence.

The killers who were lying in ambush fell into thinking: "If the target runs out, should I shoot? If I hit the target, I will probably be killed. If I have money, I will lose my life..."

At this time, the door of the supermarket opened, and Mike walked out generously.For a while no one fired.

Of course, Mike used Sauron's possession card, and he was fully alert and on guard.

S.H.I.E.L.D. Operations Command Center.

Nick Fury, Maria Hill, Coulson, Natasha, Clinton and other core members of S.H.I.E.L.D. gathered together.

Simmons and Fitz excitedly peeked at these SHIELD legends while operating the equipment.

"Little Curly, if you peek again, I will pluck out your eyes and stuff them into your vagina, do you understand?" Nick was not in a good mood. He was under great pressure at work. He was bald but did not become stronger.

"Okay, okay..." Fitz was so shocked by Nick's "dominance" that he became incoherent.

"I mean, not only can you read it openly, but if you have a small book, you can also bring it over for us to sign."

"Really?" Fitz's eyes widened.

Nick slapped his forehead: "Can't you hear it? My tone of voice is not sarcastic enough? Do you need me to hold up a sign and write the word 'sarcasm' on it?"

Good old Coulson: "Director, please don't bully the cute new graduates from SHIELD Academy?"

Nick glared: "You actually brought a newcomer to such an important occasion?"

Coulson said: "Regarding Mike's analysis, Fitz and Simmons did a good job." He added in his mind, "They are just too nerdy to be out in the field."

Coulson leaned closer to Black Widow and asked in a low voice: "What's wrong with Nick? He's so grumpy?"

Black Widow pouted: "I don't know, I must be under a lot of pressure lately."

The satellite images processed by computers are very clear, and blackheads and acne are clearly visible after magnification.

"Why hasn't it started yet?" Nick asked, "Will the killers still stand in line and be humble, or should they have dinner first since it's dinner time?"

Clint analyzed: "The stakes are too high, Mike's public information is too little, and the killers are very cautious."

As soon as he finished speaking, Mike threw the clothes, and then there was a scene of the killers shooting each other's heads.

Clint said: "Look, this is what happens if you act rashly."

Next, Mike took to the streets carelessly.

Nick rubbed his eyes: "Is he crazy, exposed like this in the open space?"

"Nick..." Colson: "I mentioned in my report that Mike can block bullets from heavy sniper rifles. Ordinary bullets probably won't work."

"Ahem..." Nick blushed. He had indeed seen it in the report, but he was in such a bad mood... Fortunately, his face was dark, and the blush could not be seen with a magnifying glass.

"Report!" Fitz said suddenly.

"what's the situation?"

"Just now, the target sent a signal, which was the real-time location information of the target itself."

Nick and Colson looked at each other and had the same doubt: "What does Mike want to do?"

"Could he be asking for help? No, he refused SHIELD's help... Maybe Mike belongs to a mysterious organization, and the mysterious organization has many people like Mike. No, maybe Mike is just a super humanoid weapon produced by the assembly line. , the purpose of the mysterious organization is..." Coulson imagined a history of the destruction of the earth, scaring himself into a cold sweat.

Fitz raised his hand.

Nick said impatiently: "You don't have to raise your hands like a student..."

"Yes, yes." Fitz said: "The tracking showed that the location where the information was sent showed that it was an intelligence businessman who was listed as an observation target by SHIELD. The intelligence businessman had just sent real-time information to several people, and at the same time, there were several more accounts. A transfer. So I thought...did the target sell his real-time location information? Haha...it's so ridiculous, it's impossible, right?"

Nick: "..."

Colson: "..."

Black Widow: "..."

Clint: "..."

Although it sounds ridiculous, the four people recalled Mike's occasionally crazy style of doing things and felt that this might be the truth.

Only Hill looked serious from beginning to end, and was out of tune with the others.

Mike walked forward and waved, as if he was asking the killers to follow him.

There was a pregnant woman with a big belly who had difficulty moving. She walked a little slowly and stopped from time to time to hold on to the railing.

A student couple was talking and laughing.

Young mother scolding son wearing baseball cap.

A professional man wearing a shirt and tie, holding a briefcase in one hand, was talking on the phone seriously.

A decadent middle-aged beggar sat on the roadside, with a hat containing money and a playing card in front of him. The playing card read: "Veteran with lower limb disability."

In the middle of the road was a gangster wearing a gold chain. He had his hands in his pockets, his expression was tense, and sweat was pouring from his forehead.

"It's finally here." Mike smiled slightly, and Senbonzakura, who had no clue, drew a big arc with his knife.

A knife.

The pregnant woman clutched her belly, cut her clothes open, and the camouflage cotton fell out. The cotton was gradually stained red with blood.

The student couple hugged each other, the gun under their clothes was only half pulled out, and blood was pouring from their throats.

The professional elite's briefcase was broken, and a submachine gun fell out. His mobile phone was pointed at Mike. This was a tool disguised as a mobile phone that could shoot bows and arrows.The tip of Mike's knife pierced his heart.

The gangster pulled out his pistol and pointed it at Mike.

"You are just a fool hired by the killers to distract me. Believe me...if you shoot, you will be the one who dies. Die or escape, the choice is yours."

"Ahhh!"

The gangster suddenly threw away his pistol and ran back.

Mike tilted his head and smiled at the beggar: "What about you, how do you choose?"

"I..." The beggar, who seemed to be frightened by the killing, returned to normal, "I think beggars have fixed working hours, and many kind-hearted fools earn well. This is a promising career, much better than being a killer."

The "lower limb disabled veteran" stood up smoothly, walked back a certain distance, then turned around and bowed, thanking Mike for not killing him.

Mike didn't kill him, it had nothing to do with mercy, just because he didn't take action.

The above ones, except for gangsters, are all professional killers.