I'm really not a superman in Marvel

Lynch swung out a fist and hit the hatred on the forehead.

Hate was hammered and groaned, and his body fell back weakly.

Its heavy body shook the ground, tears and blood flowed across its face.

In front of Lynch's eyes, a light curtain that only he could see lit up.

"Superman system

Current template: Superman 100% in childhood, Superman in youth 20%
Template redemption list: Youth Superman, Superman, Magic Superman, Gold Superman, Supreme Superboy, Silver Superman...

Justice value: 185. "

Just now Lynch turned on the system in an instant and exchanged 10% of the "Youth Superman" template, and suddenly his strength increased greatly, and he completed the counterattack.

Originally, Lynch had 5% of the progress of the template, and after experiencing a riot at the military base, he exchanged for 5%. After Tony's press conference was exposed, and after adding small actions one after another, Lynch exchanged 10% of the template at once, leaving nearly [-].

After the battle with the abomination, the justice value finally increased to more than [-].

But before directly exchanging for the 10% template, Lynch wanted to seize this to exercise his fighting ability.

Therefore, after finding out the strength of the abomination, he did not exchange it immediately.

Then Lynch was seized by the sudden outburst of hatred. He lost the ability to fight back after a set of combos, so he had to turn on the system and exchange at the speed of light.

"Is it my turn now?"

Lynch accelerated and dived from the air, clasped his hands together, and slammed on the chest of Abomination.

Dizzy in front of his eyes, the inarticulate hate raised his head, his eyes protruded like dead fish, and blood spurted from his mouth.

Then Lynch dragged the abomination and swung it like a spinning top, let go gently, and the abomination was fired like a cannonball, breaking through several walls in a row and disappearing.

Lynch followed the trace left by the hatred, and found that it seemed to have changed again.

Hate grinned, saliva dripped down continuously, his throat continued to growl, his eyes were blood red, his pupils were so chaotic that he couldn't see his pupils clearly, his body lay on the ground and moved slightly...

This is, animalized?

Seeing Lynch approaching, it stomped its limbs on the ground, shot towards Lynch in an instant, and slapped it.

Much faster again...

After catching the palm, Lynch became vigilant, knowing that he couldn't drag it any longer.

Lynch no longer kept his hands, his fists reached the limit, and quickly bombarded the whole body of Abomination.

Then he locked the hatred that he could not resist with both hands, and soared into the sky!
In the air, he threw the hatred into the sky forcefully, and two thick and terrifying rays between his eyes directly penetrated the body of the hatred.

"I... the strongest!..."

Hate, who was struggling in pain under the hot gaze, suddenly became serious, his falling body stopped abruptly, and two hot gazes also shot out from his eyes.

The hot gaze from the hatred collided with Lynch's, and the sudden intense light made the entire night sky look like day!
For a moment, people in a radius of several kilometers looked up at the two of them as if they were gods.

"No, you're a poor copy."

Lynch mocked coldly.

"Go to hell, Bronski."

In an instant, Lynch's eyes widened a third, and a long-supplied energy surged out of his eyes, and the two hot eyes became thicker and more intense, engulfing the hateful hot eyes together with its body.

After a long time, Lynch put away his hot gaze, and the figure of hatred was no longer in the air.

He closed his scalding eyes and waited for the improvement, the overloaded heat vision would burn his eyes.

After staying quietly in the air for a while, Lynch identified the direction through the sound and flew towards the original battlefield.

The place has been surrounded by police, medical staff, and reporters. People are being carried away under white cloths, and the noisy and chaotic voices are heard in Lynch's ears, making him inexplicably irritated.

He landed slowly from the air, and the people here had already noticed his figure, and when they saw him land, the reporters swarmed up for a while.

"Superboy, did you kill that monster?"

"What do you think of this incident?"

"Why did you come here so late?"

"say something!"

……

"To shut up!"

Lin Qi clenched his teeth and raised his brows as he roared angrily, and everyone was stunned into silence.

Lynch pushed away the crowd in front of him, walked up to the unconscious Banner, picked it up and left.

"Hey, you can't do this..."

A policeman dissuaded in a low voice.

Lynch glanced at him coldly, without speaking.

"What are you going to do?"

Betty also came from the ambulance on the side and stopped him with a little hostility.

"I have no malice, I just want to give him a chance to choose, otherwise he may lose his freedom."

Betty fell silent after hearing this.

"Ok."

Lynch nodded, turned around and was about to leave.

"Superboy!"

It was the voice of a child.

Lynch looked back, and saw a five or six-year-old boy running over without his mother's hand.

"This is for you, thank you for saving us!"

He took out a small "s" badge representing Superman from his arms and handed it to Lynch.

Lynch smiled and patted the little boy's head.

"Thanks, but I'm not Superman!"

"I know, you're a super kid!" The little boy had an "I understand" expression on his face.

"Well, good boy, go back quickly."

"it is good!"

The little boy was overjoyed and ran back to his mother bouncing up and down.

Lynch grabbed Banner and took off.

"Superboy, will you show up next time?"

……

"Dong dong dong."

"come in."

Natasha pushed open the door of the roof and walked in.

Lynch was lying on a chair, resting his head on his hands, staring at the stars in the night sky.

"Can't sleep again?"

Natasha sat beside her and whispered softly.

"A little."

Lynch moved his butt.

Natasha glanced at the starry sky, and asked a little curiously:
"Do you see any difference from ordinary people?"

Lynch blinked his eyes twice, and replied: "It's about the same as ordinary people using binoculars."

"That's right." Natasha's expression changed, "Do you have the ability to see through?"

Lynch was stunned, the super brain was running wildly, "I..."

Natasha chuckled and said jokingly, "OK, I understand..."

Lynch's face flushed slightly.

Heaven and earth conscience!
See no evil, as a Chinese man who understands etiquette, how could he do such indecent and shameless things?

Unless of course you ask...

Lynch's line of sight was slightly deflected...

"Tired?" Natasha suddenly changed the subject.

Lynch looked away, and the things he experienced last night seemed to keep appearing in the night sky.

Blood, howling, death.

The point is that it seems like they're saying it's okay, if I showed up earlier, these seem to be avoidable?

Lynch found himself in a strange circle.

Subconsciously, he is avoiding participating in the original plot, not only because he is not sure about his ability, but also because he is afraid of affecting the development of the original plot.

Because the original plot is one link after another, and each link has its corresponding meaning.

But suddenly appearing in this world with superhuman strength, how can he completely avoid participating in the plot?
His existence itself affected the original plot.

Without him, the Abomination would just be killed by the Hulk, not so powerful that it would cause such a tragedy.

So what should he do is the right thing to do?

Lynch was confused by this.

"It's okay, just a little confused, don't know what to do."

"Sometimes, if you can't figure it out, stop thinking about it and follow your inner voice."

Natasha's eyes were shining like stars in the sky.

"Some things, you don't know until you do it, don't you?"

"yes?"

Lynch silently glanced at her chest and smiled.

"That's not it!"

Natasha pouted, got up and left.

"Good night!"

Follow my inner voice?
Lynch recalled the cold bodies, the mournful cries of his family, and the little boy's words.

Do you want to be a superhero next time?

Maybe.