Marvel's Chinese Superhero System

&ep;&ep;Qin Shou took a deep breath and exhaled it slowly. After calming down for a while, Qin Shou decided to skip this question about whether he was a small person or not.

&ep;&ep; "So, I admit that although you do have skills that I can't compare with, why should I trust you?" Qin Shoudao

&ep;&ep; Gao Han looked at the counter that was cracked by Qin Shou with his mouth open, and he only reacted after hearing Qin Shou's words.

&ep;&ep; "Well, uh, what am I going to say? Oh yes, I think with your style, you will only have two choices in your mind now, either kill me, or agree to let me join you, but Based on my observations of you, I don’t think you want to kill me.” Gao Han thought for a while and said

&ep;&ep; "Are you so sure that I won't kill you?" Qin Shou said with some doubts. Gao Han's self-feeling was a little too good.

&ep;&ep; "No, I'm not sure." Although Gao Han still kept a smile on his face, cold sweat was already flowing down his neck. In this store, Gao Han was % sure to survive under Qin Shou, but if something went wrong Gao Han is only % sure about this store.

&ep;&ep;The two sides remained in a stalemate in silence.

&ep;&ep; "Okay, you guessed it right. I really don't want to kill you. You can take your hands out of the table now." Qin Shou finally said.

&ep;&ep;On the one hand, Qin Shou really doesn't want to kill Gao Han. After all, the two parties have some friendship, and for Qin Shou, Gao Han is likely to be an effective assistant to him.

&ep;&ep;On the other hand, Qin Shou's heart has been ringing with alarm ever since Gao Han reached his hand under the table.

&ep;&ep; "Huh, hahaha, I knew I could succeed!" Gao Han breathed a sigh of relief and shouted excitedly.

&ep;&ep;“What’s under the table, a gun?” Qin Shou asked

&ep;&ep; "No, I don't think I can shoot faster than you." Gao Han took his hand out from under the table, spread it out and said, "Actually, it's just a button. There are two buttons under the wooden board under your feet. Hundred grams of directional blasting tnt.”

&ep;&ep; Hearing Gao Han's words, Qin Shou was so frightened that he jumped away from the wooden board under his feet, squatted down and lifted up the wooden board he was standing on just now, and sure enough, he found a small explosive device from inside!

&ep;&ep; "Let me strangle you, you are too cruel, aren't you afraid of blowing yourself up too!?" Qin Shou held the explosive in his hand and asked Gao Han with some horror.

&ep;&ep; "This is a directional blasting device, and with only two hundred grams, at this distance I will be seriously injured at most and I won't die, but you don't have to be sure, hehehe." Gao Han said with a bad smile.

&ep;&ep; "Scheming dog!" Qin Shou couldn't help but cursed Gao Han and then threw the explosives to Gao Han and continued, "Now should we talk about guns?"

&ep;&ep; "Hey, be careful, this is explosive!" Gao Han took the explosive and said in horror

&ep;&ep; "I don't have a gun here now, please wait a moment." As he said this, Gao Han took out a pen, wrote something on a notebook, then tore it off and handed it to Qin Shou and said, "Go to this place tomorrow morning. , I’ll wait for you there.”

&ep;&ep;“What place is this?” Qin Shou took the paper and asked

&ep;&ep; "You will know when you come tomorrow." Gao Han said

&ep;&ep; "Okay, see you tomorrow." Qin Shou shrugged, then turned and walked out the door.

&ep;&ep;……

&ep;&ep;After returning home, Qin Shou took off his shirt and the bandage on his arm in his room. In less than a week, the gunshot wound on his arm had healed, leaving only a relatively shallow wound. of scars.

&ep;&ep;Although this kind of resilience cannot be compared with some perverts in Marvel, for ordinary people, it is definitely harmful!

&ep;&ep;Now Qin Shou, it can be said that unless his vital parts are seriously injured, he will basically not die. Even the two hundred grams of TNT in Gao Han's store today actually only has a % chance of killing Qin Shou. The greater possibility is that it will shorten Qin Shou's legs and leave Qin Shou disabled for life.

&ep;&ep;After collecting the bandages and hiding them, he planned to secretly take them out and throw them away tomorrow. After washing himself, Qin Shou went to bed to rest. Qin Shou planned to wait for his parents to fall asleep, then put on his 'crow' costume and sneak out.

&ep;&ep;……

&ep;&ep;At around eight o'clock in the morning the next day, Qin Shou followed the address given by Gao Han and rode to somewhere in the suburbs of New York.

&ep;&ep;Taking off his helmet, Qin Shou looked at the closed door in front of him. It looked like a warehouse building. No, this seemed to be a warehouse.

&ep;&ep; After turning off the car, Qin Shou got out of the car and came to a small door in the warehouse that allowed people to pass through. He knocked on the door, but there was no response. He knocked on the door again, but there was still no response.

&ep;&ep;Just when Qin Shou wondered if he had come to the wrong place and was about to turn around and leave, the door suddenly opened from the inside. Then he saw a head with sleepy eyes and messy hair emerge from the door.

&ep;&ep; "Brother, what time is it? Why are you here so early?" Gao Han looked at Qin Shou outside the door and said with some dissatisfaction.

&ep;&ep; "It's almost nine o'clock now, okay!" Qin Shou pointed to his watch and said.

&ep;&ep; "It's not nine o'clock yet!? I haven't gotten up before 11 o'clock in almost two years, brother!" Gao Han covered his forehead and said

&ep;&ep; "That's no wonder you are so thin. You just have bad living habits." Qin Shou took out a plastic bag with food from his backpack and handed it to Gao Han. "Hey, I brought it to you when I came here." Have some breakfast.”

&ep;&ep; "I'm thin because... Oh, breakfast, thank you. I haven't had breakfast in many years." As Gao Han said, he took the plastic bag

&ep;&ep; "Hey, steamed buns!? Oh, they taste so good! I'm telling you, brother, American steamed buns taste like shit." Gao Han opened the plastic bag, picked up the steamed buns inside and took a few bites.

&ep;&ep; "Oh, there is soy milk! I have been thinking about this for a long time. Brother, why are you still standing outside the door? Come in quickly. The car is also pushed in. Come on, come on, I will help you push it. ." Just like that, Gao Han was conquered by the breakfast brought by Qin Shou.

&ep;&ep; "You live here normally...I'll choke you!" As soon as he walked into the warehouse while pushing the cart, before he finished speaking, Qin Shou was stunned by the sight in front of him.

&ep;&ep;I saw that the warehouse was filled with weapon racks and hundreds of various firearms and tactical equipment, from World War II weapons to modern firearms. This is simply an arsenal!

&ep;&ep; "I don't usually live here. I usually live in the city, but there is a lounge on the second floor here. As for these, they are some of my private hobbies." Gao Han said with some pride in his tone.

&ep;&ep;"Brother, dear brother! How much does your 'little hobby' cost!?" Qin Shou asked with a shocked look on his face

&ep;&ep;“It’s not bad, it’s just over one million US dollars.” Gao Han said with an indifferent expression.

&ep;&ep;"One, more than one million, and it's U.S. dollars!? Brother, how rich is your family!?" Qin Shou knew that Gao Han's family was rich, but not to the point of being rich!

&ep;&ep;“Nonono, although my family is rich, the money to buy these things is basically my own. Don’t look at your brother and I, but we are also network security consultants for six listed companies. , the total annual salary is probably more than one million US dollars." Gao Han shook a finger in the depths of Gao Han and said a little bit.

&ep;&ep; Qin Shou suddenly regretted the last time he told Gao Han that he was also the second generation of rich people. His annual salary was more than one million US dollars, and he, if he remembered correctly, his father's annual salary seemed to be the same. With only seven or eight hundred thousand US dollars, compared with others, I am considered a second-generation rich man. At best, I am just a middle-class person, okay?