Marvel's Chinese Superhero System

As a god, Loki's perception ability is far superior to that of ordinary people, not to mention that under the effect of medicine, he is extremely hungry, and the temptation of barbecue invades his brain from the senses of taste, hearing and vision at the same time. He can't stop, it's hard to resist.

He could even see the suet dripping from the meat skewers when they were turned over, making a sizzling sound when it fell on the charcoal fire, and the lines of broken meat when the chicken wings were cut open.

Under Qin Shou's superb skills, the fragrance contained in the mutton is perfectly released, and then blended with the taste of spices, stimulating everyone's appetite.

Not to mention the drugged Loki, even Stark and the others felt that they were in torment, poking their necks and enjoying the beautiful fragrance.

Barton closed his eyes and sighed from the bottom of his heart: "I didn't expect it. I've heard that your cooking skills are very good. I didn't expect that you are so good at cooking. Oh my God."

"It's not okay yet. I can't stand it anymore. In fact, it's okay if you're seven or eight years old."

Looking at Natasha who looked impatient, Qin Shou smiled and said: "Do you think this is steak? Don't worry, it will be ready soon, you can eat it right away, but there is an even worse one over there. "

Qin Shou's ruthless last knife stimulated Loki's nerves again, but under Sol's hands, no matter how much he struggled, it would not have the slightest effect.

"Okay, here are the mutton skewers."

Qin Shou yelled, and after saving ten skewers for himself, he put the remaining forty skewers on the table. The people who had endured for a long time immediately started eating, and Stark also brought a few bottles of wine from the bar to make lining.

Qin Shou also ordered a bottle of cold beer, a mouthful of meat and a mouthful of wine, which was very refreshing.

The burnt skin of the mutton is roasted just right, and it is crispy with a slight flame smell. After one bite, the inside is smooth and chewy. The aroma of cumin pepper and lamb is perfectly blended together. The cool beer, the fragrance of malt, is like a paradise on earth for a while.

Thor picked up a skewer of mutton and passed it under Loki's nose. Then he picked up half of the skewer in one gulp, brought it to his ear and chewed it non-stop.

Barbecue is a feast of fire, and mutton is naturally the protagonist, but it also has vegetables and other accompaniments. Put the whole eggplant on the grill and grill it. After a while, find the right time, cut it open with a knife, and the tender eggplant meat will instantly appear. It blooms, then tops it with homemade garlic sauce, and the garlic eggplant is complete. It’s better to eat it with the skin on.

Potato slices, enoki mushrooms, and beans all come together. Under the influence of flames and cumin chili, they each burst out their own flavors without losing coordination.

For Stark and others, this is undoubtedly a heavenly enjoyment, but it is also Loki's hell.

Heaven and hell are all in this world.

And this is just the beginning, and there is still an extremely long torment waiting for him. After all, it takes one or two hours to start eating barbecue, not to mention that with Qin Shou's blessing, it is impossible to end without two or three hours.

Early the next morning, after Thor had a brief handover with SHIELD, he took Loki and the Rubik's Cube and prepared to set off back to Asgard.

After everyone tortured him last night, he still couldn't help trembling his legs, his face was pale and weak.

Qin Shou and others also came to take care of him, but by this time they had all changed into casual clothes.

"Goodbye everyone, Qin, I will miss you and your food."

After a simple farewell, the two of Sol disappeared on the earth in a bright light.

Then everyone took their salutes and returned to their normal lives. Qin Shou rode a motorcycle, paralleled Rogers for a certain distance, and drove towards Queens. Manhattan is now in chaos. Qin Shou's apartment there Not destroyed, but obviously better off living in Queens for the time being.

With the end of the incident, S.H.I.E.L.D. and the Avengers have gradually surfaced, and they are no longer secret organizations. They have appeared in the public eye, and turning on the TV is almost all related reports.

Although generally the direction is preferred, there will inevitably be some debates.

"These so-called heroes should be responsible for the destruction that this city has suffered. They caused it, but what about them?"

"Despite the flood of problems with the Avengers, they seem to have evaporated and disappeared without a trace."

"Why, is this all their fault? Captain America saved my life. No matter where he is, no matter where they are, I just want to say, thank you."

In the conference room of the space aircraft carrier, a group of council members on the screen looked at Fury standing in front of them and asked questions.

"Where are the Avengers?"

"Now that I'm not tracking where they're going, I think they have every reason to take a break."

"Where's the Cosmic Cube?"

"It went where it was supposed to go, far away from us."

"You have no right to decide that."

"I didn't make a decision, I just followed God's will."

"So, you just let him take it and the war criminal Loki, he needs to pay for his crimes."

"Oh, I'm sure he will."

"I don't think you understand what you did. You formed the Avengers. They are dangerous."

"They are dangerous. The whole world knows it, and even the entire universe knows it. Isn't this our original intention, to show our strength."

After saying that, Fury turned off the screen, turned around and walked out of the conference room and came to the bridge. Hill came over and asked: "What should we do now, sir? They all went their separate ways, and some of them walked quite far away.

If we encounter this situation again, how should we deal with it?”

"They will come back because we need them."

Fury looked at the sky outside the bridge, wondering what he was thinking.

After Qin Shou came to Queens, he didn't go home directly, but first went to Li Kui, and preached without hesitation.

"You still dare to quibble, can you be the same as me? I can't die even if I take a shot. A bullet hitting me will just scratch my body, but hitting you will kill me directly. How do you want me to explain to Fran?"

"I know I'm wrong, but it's okay. You think I'm doing it for you. I'm doing it for my daughter. Besides, aren't I hurt too?"

"Let me ask you, the gun you got, especially the grenade launcher, is not something you can buy in a gun store in New York."

"Well, I bought it on the black market. It was very expensive. It cost me more than ten thousand US dollars. In the end, it was confiscated by that bastard George. It's his fault." Li Kui said angrily, with a look of dissatisfaction on his face.

"Black market" Qin Shou was shocked when he heard this: "Didn't I kill all those gangsters? Now there are still routes for smuggling arms?"

"You've only been in New York for a few years. I've been buying these things since ten years ago. It's just a hobby of mine, and most of them are legal." Li Kui explained.

Qin Shou didn't care so much, and continued to preach for a while. After all, there are not many opportunities to educate his old father-in-law. There will never be a second time after leaving this school. How can he not seize the opportunity.

To be continued