Marvel's Chinese Superhero System

Soon after, a team of police appeared at the alley and pulled away all the corpses and weapons.

After running all the way, Qin Shou soon arrived at the eleventh building, which was also one of the many public housing buildings.

Qin Shou put Lina on the window of her house: "Go back quickly. Your family must be worried about you now. Remember, no matter what noise you hear outside tonight, don't come out." After that, he opened the door for her. window.

Lina took a few breaths, held her chest to calm down, and said, "Okay, can you wait a moment? I'm going to ask my mother for the phone. I agreed to take a group photo, and I'm not allowed to go back on it."

"Heh, use mine. Tell me your number and I'll send it to you later."

Qin Shou said, taking out his mobile phone, putting his head next to Lina, and took a selfie. He wasn't worried about being exposed by sending him photos, after all, Gao Han was there.

Then Qin Shou stopped staying any longer and jumped out of Lina's sight. She obviously still had a lot to say, but she had no chance and entered the window with a little frustration on her face.

"Oh my gosh, I'm worried about where you are, Lina."

"I'm sorry, Mom, but you can never imagine what happened just now. Those gangsters from the Dead Gang took away my wallet, and then"

Qin Shou, who was hiding in the dark, couldn't help but reveal a happy smile on his face when he listened to the sounds coming from the room, but it only stayed on his face for a moment, and his expression became gloomy again.

The map shows that this is a drug trading point, and the densely moving red dots indicate that there are hundreds of gang members patrolling the corridors.

In fact, this is not only the case here, but also in almost every public building. After the press conference during the day, all these gang members have been mobilized and entered a state of war.

For them, it may take reaction time to gather everyone and launch a large-scale battle, but it is very easy to just arrange defenses in their own territory.

This is where they were born and raised, and they already have considerable combat experience in years of battles with gangs and police. In comparison, the gangs in New York are simply flowers in a greenhouse.

As long as they are given enough high-quality equipment, coupled with certain training and discipline, they can immediately become a qualified army, with combat effectiveness even higher than that of most regular recruits.

In a sense, this is the perfect source of troops.

Of course, the low cultural literacy and the over % drug absorption rate also make them destined to be cannon fodder.

For Qin Shou, it was easy to deal with these people. He didn't bother to use any tactics and swaggered to the main gate, preparing to attack them layer by layer.

"Go left first, or right." Qin Shou stood there a little confused, then stretched out a finger: "Who does the little rooster click on?"

Halfway through the click, a black man suddenly appeared from the corner on the right, holding a Winchester shotgun with a sawn-off stock in his hand. Qin Shou couldn't help but be startled as he looked at the door.

"No need to choose."

Qin Shou raised his hand and fired without looking back. The powerful kinetic energy of the .50-caliber pistol bullet directly hit his head completely, and the pieces of flesh and brains were scattered everywhere.

The sound of gunshots instantly echoed throughout the building, alerting all the gang members.

Qin Shou still walked forward calmly, came to the headless body, and took the shotgun into his hand with a hook of his foot.

At this time, four gunmen ran down from the entrance of the building, and there was a sound of footsteps behind them.

While walking forward, he put the shotgun on his waist, squeezed the trigger directly, held the pump-action wooden stock with his left hand, and loaded the gun quickly and continuously.

This unique shooting method requires the gun to be pulled and fired. Every time it is loaded, there is no need to pull the trigger. The primer of the bullet will directly hit the thimble and launch the projectile. This method of playing is actually feasible, but it requires a lot of hand strength. It will be easier to play like this after the wooden support is replaced with a grip.

bang bang

Under Qin Shou's abnormal hand speed, a semi-automatic shotgun was directly fired at a fully automatic rate of fire.

The projectiles immediately poured out like rain, filling the entire space, leaving the four people with nowhere to escape.

Five rounds of No. shotguns and thirty-five small projectiles passed through their bodies in an instant, leaving thousands of holes.

There were four more corpses in the narrow corridor, and blood spurted out from the holes in their bodies, forming a pool of blood on the ground.

And this old shotgun also ended its mission under such high-intensity shooting.

Above the building, a black child who looked to be in his teens was holding a pistol tremblingly in his hand, and his legs were shaking uncontrollably.

Qin Shou glanced at him indifferently and ignored him. He threw away the gun and picked up an AK from the ground with the wooden support cut off. He held the gun with one hand and pointed it at the corner behind him, listening to the rapidly approaching footsteps. Sound, counting silently in your mouth.

"Three, two, one."

As the words fell, gunshots started, and with the flickering of fire, lives were reaped by death.

Throwing away the gun, Qin Shou looked back at the child. The boy was so frightened that he sat on the ground, but he still did not put down the gun in his hand. Even though his eyes were full of fear, he still kept his eyes open and stared at Qin Shou. .

"Don't come here. If you come here again, I'll shoot you."

Qin Shou looked at him with an expressionless face and slowly walked towards him.

"I told you, don't come over here. I really shot you."

The boy shouted, pressing the trigger in his hand with trembling fingers.

bang bang

Qin Shou shook his body a few times, and the bullets passed by him. When he came to the boy, he blocked the muzzle of the gun with his palm.

The fire flashed twice again in his hand, and the boy kept pulling the trigger, but there was only a clicking sound from the gun chamber.

The bullet is empty

The boy stared blankly at Qin Shou, only to see two deformed bullets fall from his palm and hit the ground with a crisp sound.

Qin Shou stretched out his hand towards the boy.

"Don't kill me, please, don't kill me."

The boy immediately shrank his neck tightly and closed his eyes for the first time out of fear.

But the next moment, the imagined pain did not come. I only felt a big hand touching my head very gently.

The boy opened his eyes, with doubts in his clear eyes.

"Why are you"

"Go home, kid, this is not the place you should stay." After saying that, he turned and walked upstairs.

"I don't have a home."

Qin Shou paused, and the sound of footsteps came from upstairs again. He took out his pistol, was silent for a while, and said: "Then work hard to live, and then try to be a good person, otherwise, maybe one day I will kill about you."

After saying that, Qin Shou walked straight upstairs without looking back at the child.

A moment later, gunshots and screams came from upstairs. The boy sat there and slowly hugged his legs.

"Thank you."

To be continued