Marvel's Chinese Superhero System

Xiaoshu's book club was created. The group number is 915950358. Everyone is welcome to join. It's best to add a few more. There are a little few people now, and one of them has withdrawn today. Oh my God, I feel so sad. Ahhhhhhh.

Qin Shou sat on the sofa in the rest area, drinking coffee while silently observing the SHIELD agents who were also resting.

At the same time, they were observing Qin Shou with curious eyes, not because of new faces, after all, it is normal for such a big S.H.I.E.L.D. to meet some strangers, mainly because Qin Shou looks too young.

These agents are different from the shrewd and capable ones that Qin Shou wanted to be in. First of all, these people are basically old men over thirty years old, and except for some pure combatants, most of them don't look like agents. It really looks like a group of ordinary office workers, at least on the surface it looks that way.

It has to be said that these people are indeed elites.

"Hey, newcomer, would you like to play billiards with us?" A middle-aged agent with a small belly walked up and talked.

"No, my sleeve hurts today." Qin Shou said with a very cold look and looked at his watch. There were less than twenty minutes left before Barton finished practicing.

It’s quite boring to stay here anyway, and as a rest area, there is no wifi here.

So Qin Shou decided to just walk over now, and bought a box of egg pain when passing by the counter, and walked while eating.

"Wow, the egg tarts are pretty good." Qin Shou exclaimed, he should have bought an extra box just now.

Soon, Qin Shou came to the door of the practice room located underground. After entering the last six digits of his secret agent ID number and fingerprints, Qin Shou walked in.

"Hi Crow, long time no see."

As soon as he entered the door, Qin Shou saw Barton who had just finished a round of archery practice.

"Hey Barton, you can call me Qin. You don't have to call me Crow all the time. I mean, am I disturbing your training?" Qin Shou said while taking in the environment of this practice room.

Although it is said to be a room, the area is really not small, about a few hundred square meters, divided into various areas, such as shooting area, fighting area and so on.

"It's nothing to disturb. For people like us, the training effect here is not great. The more important thing is to prevent ourselves from getting rusty." Barton shrugged, and then casually ejaculated. Two arrows, and then his hand dishonestly reached towards Qin Shou's egg tart.

Qin Shou opened Barton's hand and said, "If you want to eat it, buy it yourself. This is my egg tart."

"Eating too many sweets is bad for your health." Barton looked at his opened hand. Although he had already understood Qin Shou's strength, he was still a little surprised that Qin Shou's speed made him unable to dodge. open.

"Hey, sweets are God's favor to mankind. They are mankind's first recognition of delicious food. Do you understand?" Qin Shou retorted.

Barton ignored Qin Shou's words, but suddenly looked at Qin Shou with bright eyes and said, "Hey, why don't we try our skills and don't tell me nonsense like your shoes hurt today."

"You can't beat me." Qin Shou said directly.

"I know, I've seen your battle videos, and your strength is definitely better than mine, but that's why it makes sense, right? Always fighting easily will only make your strength deteriorate." Barton said very openly, He is still self-aware of his own strength.

If he really let go of his hands and feet, Barton will definitely not be Qin Shou's opponent. This is no longer a simple question of skills and tactics, but an absolute crushing of abilities.

Qin Shou finally understood that Barton just wanted to be his training partner, but it was nothing, it was just an exchange of feelings, after all, it is estimated that they will work together for a long time in the future.

"Okay then, I'll go warm up first. By the way, is there a suitable combat uniform here? I can't fight in a suit." Qin Shou didn't plan to change into the crow combat uniform, because it was unnecessary, Qin Shou just wanted to give him Do sparring, not abuse.

"There are training uniforms in the locker room over there. Find something that fits you. Also, I remind you, don't touch Natasha's locker, otherwise." After saying this, the expression on Barton's face became a little strange, as if he remembered something. What bad memories.

After a while, Qin Shou put on a well-fitting training uniform, and then came to the fighting room here under Barton's introduction.

This is a room of about to square meters. Except for the side next to the wall, the other three sides are divided by transparent glass. There are six black pillars of special material that are about one person tall and thick.

According to Patton, these pillars are not only anti-slash, stab-proof and bullet-proof, but also can withstand up to ten tons of force, and the cost of each is more than US dollars. No one can use the current S.H.I.E.L.D.

Of course, except for Qin Shou, a pervert with a power of seven or eight tons,

"So, that's it." Qin Shou felt a little surprised. Although these pillars were quite high-tech, it was a bit too simple to have just a few pillars in one room. The same goes for fifty thousand US dollars pillars.

"Hehehe, I'm going out first." Barton said with a mean smile, then turned and left the fighting room.

Barton was seen standing outside the glass with a sinister smile on his face, holding a smartphone-type remote control in his hand.

After Barton clicked on the remote control a few times, a round hole was opened on the top of those pillars, and then six small balls the size of eggs flew out of these holes, and then bounced around the room quickly. .

I see, reaction training?

I saw Qin Shou standing where he was, dodging among these small balls with ease.

"Hey, is that all? Give me some more." Qin Shou shouted to the door.

"Don't worry, there can be up to thirty. Be careful, it hurts to be hit by these balls." Barton was not surprised by this. After all, even he could easily deal with six, let alone his strength. Qin Shou on top.

So Button continued to add more balls. At the beginning, he could maintain his composure, but when the number of balls increased to , Button couldn't help feeling a little surprised.

I saw Qin Shou shuttle between these small balls flexibly and quickly, with a few arcs of electricity coming out of his body from time to time. Every time he hit those columns, a loud sound would be made, and according to the data displayed on the remote control, Qin Shou The average force of each blow is more than five tons.

Qin Shou silently felt the flow of true qi in his body. Although the true qi was running smoothly and the lightning in his body was always providing sufficient energy for his cells, whenever Qin Shou wanted to mobilize these abilities to do some tricky operations Sometimes, but there is always no way.

Sure enough, if you want to use these energies in your body more perfectly, do you still need the assistance of martial arts?

Just when Barton was about to add the ball again, Qin Shou reached out his hand to signal to stop.

After turning off the system, the speed of these small balls slowed down rapidly in the air, and they all stopped after a short while and fell to the ground.

"Why did you stop suddenly? You seem to have more than enough. You're tired of playing." Barton walked in and asked. It's only been about ten minutes since the beginning. This time is not enough to really warm up.

"No, I just thought of something suddenly, I'll practice for a while first, don't disturb me."

Speaking of which, Qin Shou sat down cross-legged on the spot, then opened the system mall in his mind, and turned to the martial arts page.

Martial skills, which only appeared when Qin Shou's kung fu entered the blue rank, are a brand-new way of using power. It has broken away from pure physical skills, but is a way to use the true energy in the body.

Although Barton didn't quite understand Qin Shou's practice method of sitting cross-legged like this, he didn't bother any more, silently picked up the ball on the ground and stuffed it into the cylinder, and then left the fighting room.

He picked up Qin Shou's remaining egg tarts and ate them. He was prepared to wait a little longer. If Qin Shou's practice time was too long, he would leave. Anyway, he had nothing to do recently, so he would not be short of this.

To be continued