Beauty comics

Chapter 6 Uncle Punishment and the Bald Head

It's just that when Link opened the file in the USB flash drive, he was completely confused.

It was a series of codes, densely packed, in Link's eyes, it was like a bunch of '********' symbols, he knew them separately, but when they were connected together, he could only see black.

"What the hell is this?"

"It turns out that I'm not even as good as a scumbag!"

"Am I pretty..."

Originally, Link was still thinking about seeing if he could find some materials to synthesize Spider-Man cards, but now, he realized that he had overestimated himself a bit.

He could only put away the USB flash drive, and sat helplessly in front of the computer.

Spider-Man cards must at least contain spiders and some special materials. Otherwise, even if a lot of Fame Points are spent, the result is probably some very low-level white cards.

Materials have a vital impact on the quality of a card.

In other words, the background setting determines the upper limit of the card, while the material affects the lower limit of the card.

You must know that Spider-Man's power is five tons at the lowest, and it can reach forty or fifty tons at the highest.

I remember the Spider-Man in a certain version of the previous life, but he could stop a high-speed subway.

"Hey! It seems that we can only wait until we meet a little spider and get some hair and blood!"

Link was helpless, but at the same time thought of the Hulk Hulk.

"Tattoo..."

Fingers danced on the keyboard, and information about Hulk appeared on the computer in an instant.

"Three years ago? The green giant appeared in San Francisco, causing panic and fighting the army?"

"It seems that the first part of the Hulk Hulk has already happened!"

"Should I register as Mr. Blue and lure Bruce Banner into the bait?"

"No, no! I remember that General Ross said in the second part that it was a mutation that occurred five years ago, that is..."

After calculating the time, Link was a little dazed. If General Ross said earlier, the Hulk vs. Abomination should have happened around 2010, more than a year before Avengers One.

It is now March 2008, which is two years away, and it is impossible to find traces of the Hulk.

"If you can get the materials on Hulk..."

In Link's mind, the big man who smashed things at the slightest disagreement, with such strength that Thor could throw his feet up, if he made a Hulk card, he would definitely be able to roam around.

"Oh... there are so many good things, but with my current strength, I can't get them at all!"

"There are also reputation points..."

Link is a little annoyed. If he wants to be famous, he must either act as a criminal hero or become a savior hero. But in this way, he will definitely be noticed by many forces, and even hate him.

Before he had no strength, he really didn't dare to wave.

……

three days later.

Early in the morning, Link opened the door of the detective agency.

Not long after, the aged figure of Uncle Long appeared in the detective agency.

Seeing Uncle Long, Link hesitated to speak, but still handed Uncle Long the information he had investigated.

"The Center family?"

Uncle Long took a cursory glance at the information, then carefully put it in his pocket, then took out another stack of dollars, and said to Link, "Don't refuse, I know that old Jack has been in New York for decades, and I will definitely leave it for you. Go down some paths, I need weapons!"

"Uncle Bob, don't think about it, it's a giant..."

Before Lin Ke finished speaking, Uncle Long shook his head, his eyes were unusually firm: "In this capitalist world, the law cannot give justice, and I am old..."

Uncle Long didn't finish his words, but Link already understood the meaning.

This is revenge!

To avenge his loved ones, even if he dies, he will have no regrets.

"Come with me!"

Nodding his head, Link accepted the dollar without any further dissuasion.

Walking out the door, Link saw an old van. This was Uncle Long's car. Without hesitation, he sat in the driver's seat and drove out.

His father, Old Jack, did leave him with many crooked paths.

Among them are those who sell arms and intelligence. As a detective who has been in New York for decades, these things are clear.

The car continued to drive along the avenue towards Hell's Kitchen. Along the way, he watched all directions and listened to all directions.

It was his first time to find an arms dealer in the black market, and he was afraid of attracting attention.

"Doo...doo..."

Just as he turned a street, the sound of police cars and ambulances filled his ears, and the road ahead was blocked.

Link saw police officers carrying out several corpses from the park next to the avenue, two of them turned out to be half-grown children.

Several doctors carried a stretcher, put a man covered in blood on it, and performed first aid.

"It's another gang fight, this unlucky family!"

"Who said it wasn't? But that man's life is serious, he was shot three times, but he didn't die!"

"..."

Listening to the discussions of the people around him, Link involuntarily looked at the man on the stretcher.

"Huh... looks familiar? Nicholas Zhao Si? No, no!"

In a blink of an eye, Link seemed to see the face of the person being rescued. It was somewhat similar to a certain Nicholas in the previous life, but different, which made Link a little familiar.

"Uncle Punishment?"

After a few glances, Link was taken aback, remembering the familiar appearance. The only difference was that the wounded man in front of him didn't have the thick beard on his face, and he looked very energetic.

Link also suddenly remembered the words he heard in the center family villa.

"At most three days, those miscellaneous fish will be dealt with!"

"Treat it cleanly, don't leave a hand tail, let people catch the handle!"

"..."

"So, Uncle Ping's family was robbed because of this!"

Seeing Uncle Punishment being pushed into the ambulance and the blood left behind, Link suddenly had an urge to go down and get some Uncle Punishment's blood to make Uncle Punishment cards.

After clicking on the system, Link had to shake his head regretfully.

Host: Linktras
Level: lv0
Cards: 1/3
Card making (click to view)
Fame Points: 21
Owned cards: 2
"Fame points are not enough to make cards!"

Turning his head to look at Uncle Long who was also silent, Link stepped on the gas pedal and passed through the scattered crowd.

After driving for an hour and a half, Link came to Hell's Kitchen again.

Only this time, it was on the edge of Hell's Kitchen, strictly speaking, two blocks away from Hell's Kitchen.

This is a small arms dealer.

Link is not worried about those powerful black businessmen, who may be blacked out if they are not careful.

"It's here! Uncle Bob!"

Link parked the car, led Uncle Long along the alley on the edge of the road, and came to a dilapidated small bar.

There is no sign for the bar, because it is daytime, and it is not open.

But there were still five or six strong men among them, laughing and drinking.

From time to time, his eyes continued to look at the door.

Seeing someone coming in, everyone paused in unison, with their hands faintly touching their waists.

At this moment, a strong man with a beard and a slightly sloping leg came out and said, "Private place, did you two go the wrong way?"

Link looked around and said in a low voice, "I'm looking for..."

However, before Link finished speaking, a bald head with a glowing forehead came out from the inner door.

(End of this chapter)