Marvel's Chinese Superhero System

A chapter of words

The afterglow of the setting sun shines on the rows of bookshelves full of old books through the fenced windows. The old speakers play classical music with a slight noise. Noisy voices filtered through the windows, blending into the music just right.

A man with dark brown skin was sitting on the table by the window, concentrating on flipping through the book in his hand, and the coffee in his hand was still steaming slightly.

If it weren't for the tight prison uniform he was wearing, you might think he was in his study instead of a felon prison in Chicago.

His figure was unusually burly. If he stood up, he would be more than two meters tall. The bulging muscles on his body were like solid stones. The coffee cup in his huge palm was like a slightly larger oral liquid.

But on the face of such a burly man like a giant ape, he wore a pair of glasses in a funny way.

"Hoover."

The door of the study room was opened, and a stooped, white-haired old man walked in. Although he looked old, his bow-legged steps were steady.

The old man walked up to Hoover with a kind smile, took out two cold burgers from his clothes, and handed them to him: "You must be hungry again, take it and eat, hehe."

"Thank you, Dad." Hoover took off his eyes, nodded politely, took the burger from his hand, and said with a smile: "I got it from Blake."

His tone was flat, and there was a bit of gentleness and bookishness in his simple words.

"Hahaha, Dad, I exchanged it with a pack of cigarettes, eat it quickly, you, you are always hungry, I know you should be hungry."

Hoover suffered from hypertrophy syndrome, an extremely rare condition with fewer than ten recorded cases.

This disease is actually a genetic defect. It will make the muscles grow continuously and the bone density far exceeds that of ordinary people. After adulthood, the strength can reach about one ton, and they are almost tireless.

It has almost no side effects, and it will not put a burden on the cardiovascular and cerebrovascular vessels due to excessive muscles. It may even live longer than the average person. The only problem is that it will increase people's demand for food. Whether this disease exists in reality is still controversial, and I personally think it is largely fabricated.

Although Hoover, who is over thirty years old, has stopped muscle growth, he still feels hungry frequently. Although the cafeteria will give him several times more food than others every time, it will be digested by him in a short time .

He responded lightly, and then tore open the wrapping paper. The burger was like a steamed bun in his hand, and he ate it with his mouth open.

The old man smiled in satisfaction, looked at him as if he were his own child, pulled a chair beside him, turned on the TV on the wall, and sighed:

"Hey, you spent so much effort to renovate the library, but in the end, apart from yourself, not many people came to see it."

Everyone knows that Hoover is the leader of gd, with tens of thousands of gang members and billions of assets in his hands, but they don't know that he is also the librarian in the prison.

When he remodeled the library, he was even more attentive than managing the gangs, and he used his connections to install televisions here. There are not many prisons in the United States. Although the only channel he can watch is the Chicago News Channel, every night People in the prison will still fill the place.

"Isn't it time for the event? At night, there are still many people willing to read a book."

"I think they come here to watch TV in the name of reading."

Dad waved his hand dismissively.

At this time, today's press conference was replayed on TV. At first, my father didn't pay much attention, but as the content progressed, he couldn't help showing a worried look, and turned to look at Hoover with a questioning look.

Hoover nodded, took out a smartphone from his pocket and shook it: "Powell has already told me."

Powell was his contact with the outside world and the second leader of gd. Officially relying on this smartphone, Hoover was in prison and spent less than ten years building one of the largest criminal empires in the United States. .

Dad looked at Hoover and said nothing. He never asked about this matter.

There was a silence in the air, and after a while, Hoover suddenly laughed, laughing with sadness and self-deprecating, looking at those glamorous superheroes on TV, and said:

"Did you know, Dad, I actually dreamed of being a superhero when I was a child. I had a sister who was older than me. She was about twelve years old, and her name was Leia. I was only ten years old at that time.

She had a set of Batman comic books. I remember it very clearly. There should be twelve complete comic books in the set, but she only had eleven.

Although it was a bit broken, it was very beautiful. When I couldn't understand it at first, he taught me how to read. I was very stupid and it took me a week to recognize all twenty-six letters.

Later, I was finally able to read smoothly. I read it so many times that I could remember every line clearly. I couldn't eat enough, so she would share her food with me, just like a family member.

Gradually, I no longer want to be a superhero. I just want to leave that place with her. I don’t know what to do in a big city. I just feel that I should be able to live better in a big city. Starving and still being able to read the twelfth comic book I’ve always wanted and I wanted to read it with her.”

He closed his eyes, slightly raised the corners of his mouth, recalling those very simple happiness.

"What happened to Leia later?"

The old man asked curiously, but as soon as the words fell, Harvard's smile disappeared from his face. He didn't reply and fell silent.

Dad also realized at this time that he had said the wrong thing and said quickly: "If you don't want to say it, you don't have to say it."

Before he finished speaking, Harvard opened his eyes and said only two words: "Dead"

"I'm sorry, I" Dad rubbed his face with his hands, showing a look of regret.

He should have thought a long time ago that in such an environment, how fragile a child's dream should be, even if it is simple and outrageous.

No one said yes. Once again, after a long silence, the father looked at Hoover, sighed deeply, and said slowly: "Have you ever thought about going out and taking a look?"

Hoover turned his head to look at him, and the old man continued: "I know, you are different from other people here, it is easy for you to get out from here."

"Humph, what are you doing out there?"

"I mean, maybe, maybe you can change something." Dad paused and said, "I know that you can't let go of that place or the public housing area, but you don't know how to face it, so you hid here.

Dad is not you, not so capable, but Dad knows that people have to face it, you may be able to hide here for a lifetime, but Dad doesn't want you to die with remorse and regret in your heart. "

The bell rang outside the window for the end of the wind time, and Hoover looked at the distant sky and wondered what he was thinking.

"Leave me alone and ask them and the guards not to disturb me."

"Understood." The old man nodded, took one last look at him, got up and walked out.

Hoover sat alone in the library and closed his eyes, as if he had returned to the night of his twelfth birthday twenty-six years ago.

Watching his family members being beaten to death in front of him, but unable to do anything, the miserable screams still echo in his mind.

half an hour ago.

Three black youths were surrounding the corner of the street, punching and kicking a bloody man on the ground.

A Hispanic girl about or years old stood at the intersection, looking like she was going somewhere, and this was the only way she had to pass, but the scene in front of her made her hesitate and dare not move forward.

After hesitating for a while, she still decided to go forward. When passing by a few people, one of the black men turned to him and said, "Hey, Lena, where are you going girl." The man obviously knew the girl, probably are in the same neighborhood.

Although these people are not kind, the neighborhood naturally has its own rules, and they don't do anything excessive to the acquaintances, but it's still necessary to play tricks on them.

The girl trembled visibly when she heard this, "No, I'm not going anywhere."

"Haha, don't go anywhere, come here Lena." The black youth put his arms around the girl's shoulders, pulled her over, pointed to the man on the ground and said, "Look, it's this bastard who dares to treat us The gang of the dead is disrespectful."

The black young man said and kicked the man in the abdomen again, then took a baseball bat from his classmate and handed it to the girl: "Do you want to give him a stick too, hahahaha."

"This, this is not good, I have to go." The girl looked at the man on the ground, the blood on her face made her bat hand tremble a little.

"Come on." The black young man seemed a little impatient and suddenly shouted: "Hurry up!"

The girl shrank her neck suddenly: "I, I have to go to the store to buy something, otherwise the store will be closed, and my mother will say me."

"Oh, is it so"

The black man winked at the tall and thin companion, and then he saw the tall and thin companion tear off the girl's wallet from her waist.

"Oh hoo, it's okay to buy things without money, little girl."

Thin tall lifted the money out of the reach of the girl, and Lina became anxious when she saw this. It was the money her mother gave him to buy vegetables. If she lost it at home, she would only be able to live on bread until next week .

"Stop making trouble"

However, how could they listen to her and toss the wallet in the hands of the three of them, playing around with the girl.

beep beep

A pickup truck appeared at the intersection with loud rock music. The driver honked the horn twice and shouted to several people: "Hey, you guys, hurry up and get in the car and go do your work."

The three heard that they stopped teasing Lena, and ran over to get into the car with his wallet.

"You are going to take my money"

The girl stomped her feet angrily, but the car had already driven away, and she was even more anxious. After hesitating for a moment, she turned and ran into an alley beside her, preparing to take a small path to chase them to the place where they usually gather, naively thinking to say With some kind words, maybe they can get their past back to themselves.

The distance was not short. The girl ran for a long time, and the sky gradually became dark. At this time, there was a buzzing sound in the air. She looked up and saw an unidentified aircraft passing through the sky, then flying farther and farther, higher and higher.

The girl was stunned for a moment, and when she recovered, she remembered her wallet and continued to run away.

At the same time, on the building not far away, Qin Shou stood on the edge of the roof, invisible in the darkness, looking at the girl running on the ground with confusion, and couldn't help but frown: "Why are you running around outside so late?"

"The drone has been deployed in the first area of ​​the public housing, and the system is online, please confirm." Gao Han's voice came from the earphone.

The so-called public housing district is just a general concept with an extremely wide range. For the convenience of combat, Qin Shou and others divided it into twelve districts and cleaned them up one by one. District one is the target of their battle tonight, and the four of them have already Deployed separately and everywhere in the first area, now for them, only decentralized operations can maximize their efficiency.

To be continued