Marvel's Chinese Superhero System

"That's right, I'm a crow. Is there any problem?" Qin Shou nodded, picked up the milk and took a sip. Well, it tasted pretty good.

"Are you really only seventeen years old?" Stark stood holding his chin with his hand, looking at Qin Shou in disbelief. He wondered whether Qin Shou was an old monster who had actually lived for hundreds of years. He was just 17 years old. His disguise is shocking.

"It's 91. It's guaranteed to be fake. By the way, my birthday is May 5th. I'll be eighteen in a few months." Qin Shou spread his hands and licked the milk on his lips as he spoke. There are stains, but they don't seem to be clean.

"Then you are not old enough to drink." Stark stared at Qin Shou for a while, "Gade, you are really only seventeen years old. I always thought you must be twenty-seven years old."

"Do I look that old?"

"Don't interrupt. You are only seventeen years old and have killed more than two hundred people."

"Are there so many? Sorry, I didn't count them. They're so sparse~"

Stark continued: "How many identities do you have, street hero, school student, food truck owner, and, by the way, that agent with the name Ghost Chang Ghost Chang? Aren't you tired of living? And you are only ten You're seven years old, but look at yourself, you're dressed like a well-dressed old beast in his thirties or forties, and you're still riding a Harley. That's how people from the last century did it, okay?" Stark walked back, turning his head to look from time to time. Xiang Qin Shou suddenly complained about his outfit as he spoke.

"Hey, hey, don't question my dressing style. I just like retro. By the way, you have Harleys here, and there are several of them." Qin Shou stretched out a finger, pointed at Stark and shook it.

"I just bought it and put it somewhere because it looks really good."

Qin Shou couldn't help but be stunned when he heard this, and said full of resentment: "You are simply a devil."

It's so abominable. I bought a Harley just to display it somewhere. This is simply a devastation to motorcycles. The most important thing is that the Harley that labor and management worked so hard to earn is actually bought and displayed for fun. It’s so enviable and jealous

"That's not the point. I'm just curious, why do you want to become a crow? What's your motivation for doing this? I mean, what supports you to get up every morning?" Stark stood opposite Qin Shou and looked at him asked with serious eyes.

Why do these words sound familiar? Qin Shou thought for a while, "Breakfast?"

Qin Shou felt that there was nothing wrong with him. It was indeed breakfast that would support him in getting up tomorrow. However, he saw that Stark's expression was a bit wrong, so he coughed twice and said seriously: "Actually, there is no complicated reason. When a kind person is trapped in darkness, , we need people who can fight against demons to save them. I can, so I go.”

Stark looked at Qin Shou and was silent for a moment and said: "I like this paragraph to be true. Have you ever tried to write it down, such as a limerick or something?"

"It's enough to keep it in your heart." Qin Shou pretended to be 13 silently, then lifted Erlang's legs and took out a cigar from his inner pocket, and was about to put it in his mouth.

But Stark suddenly opened his eyes and pointed at Qin Shou: "Ah ha, ah ha, don't do that, you are not old enough to smoke yet."

"This is a cigar. It is fundamentally different from cigarettes, okay?" Qin Shou explained, but the movements in his hands slowed down.

"But legally there is no difference"

After hesitating for a moment, Qin Shou looked at the cigar in his hand, and suddenly a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "I heard that you have mysophobia and don't like taking things from other people's hands, right?"

A bad premonition arose in Stark's heart. He seemed to have expected what Qin Shou was going to do, and said word by word: "Don't, do this, do you, what a little soul. Stop, stop." "

I saw the hand holding the cigar stretched out in front of Stark, and from time to time he took it back and put it in his mouth. At the same time, he said coquettishly: "Come and get it, come and get it, hehehe~"

"I'm busy with the exam." Stark finally couldn't help it anymore. He stopped dodging and rushed directly towards Qin Shou, then grabbed his cigar.

The two people play together like children. Although Stark is already in his thirties, at least so far, the mental age of the two people is not much different.

After dodging Stark's grabs several times in a row, Qin Shou got tired of it. Although he reacted, he did not dodge, allowing Stark to finally snatch away his cigar.

The two stopped playing around.

Stark sat on the sofa panting slightly, "God, what have I experienced?"

He looked at Qin Shou opposite who was still smiling evilly, and he couldn't believe that this was the cold and solemn killing crow. Sure enough, he was still a child in his heart. Stark couldn't help but sigh.

"By the way, did you bring the crow suit? I'm a little curious about how you put it on?" Stark suddenly asked curiously.

"What's there to be curious about?" Qin Shou slumped on the sofa and looked at the ceiling. With a thought in his mind, the battle clothes instantly covered his whole body, "How are you? Are you handsome?"

"Oh, what kind of nanotechnology is this?" Stark looked at the whole process of the crow suit covering Qin Shou in surprise. He subconsciously thought that the effect could only be achieved by nanotechnology, but after a closer look, it didn't look like it.

Qin Shou basically kept his posture still, moved the Tang Dao behind him with his hand, and said, "I actually don't understand the principle. This is actually a magic weapon I got by chance."

Qin Shou was making up things for a while, and his words were a bit vague, and he was obviously unwilling to reveal the reasons.

"Okay," Stark had no choice but to say, and then looked at Qin Shou's equipment and said, "But the two hundred Glocks on your legs are really ugly, why not replace them with two Sand Eagle black ones? You should like black.”

"Please, no one will actually take the sand eagle"

Qin Shou was about to start his theory, but was interrupted by Stark: "With your ability, you shouldn't usually need a gun, anyway, it's used to hold 13, why not use a more handsome one, and The recoil and weight of the Deagle will not be a problem for you either."

Stark is indeed a genius and arms master. Although he no longer plays with firearms, who has never been younger? He revealed Qin Shou's inner thoughts with one sentence.

"But the reliability of Shaying" Qin Shou said that he still wanted to make a final struggle.

"I have a private production line here. I can redesign it for you. The appearance of the Sand Eagle, the reliability of the Glock, the caliber of .50, no code, no ballistic record, and can be customized according to your hand shape, no need to use That kind of standardized assembly line crop." Stark's seductive voice tore apart the last line of defense in Qin Shou's heart bit by bit.

Well, Qin Shou admitted that he had been conquered, not convinced.

Qin Shou stared blankly at the ceiling and said in silence for a moment, "I want matte black."

To be continued