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 not many people nowadays. I’m sorry.

Within a week, Qin Shou helped George destroy three drug manufacturing and trafficking dens several times. Although they were all small dens, nearly kilograms of drugs were seized.

If it were in China, this would already be considered a major national case. Even in the United States, this would be a fairly outstanding political achievement for George, at least enough to make the local news.

Qin Shou's reputation value has naturally risen with the tide. It has exceeded a thousand points and reached more than reputation points.

However, Qin Shou is not in a hurry to buy advanced martial arts, because according to the improvement of the system, since his current level of Feng Lei Jue is too low, it is just for beginners, so now Qin Shou cannot control too advanced martial arts at all, even if he can barely use it , Qin Shou's body will never feel better, and in severe cases it may even cause backlash.

Therefore, Qin Shou decided that it would be safer to upgrade his skills first. Anyway, Qin Shou's current combat power is basically enough, so there is no need to rush it.

However, when Qin Shou saw that the -point prestige of upgrading the cultivation technique was worth it, his eyes immediately went dark.

"How about forget it, after all, a weakling like Barton can make it to the finale, with my current strength."

Qin Shou muttered in his heart, but his hand was no longer in control and he poked at the upgrade confirmation. This feeling was like playing a game to earn money. He was obviously telling himself in his heart, no more money, no more money, no more money on tonight's ham sausage. The money is gone, but my hands have unknowingly completed the great cause of contributing to Painxun.

As for the pleasure after krypton, it was really cool. With a trembling of his body, Qin Shou's strength was strengthened again, and the zhenqi and lightning in his body became more vigorous and powerful. Those electric currents also became thicker.

At the same time, Qin Shou's strength officially exceeded ten tons, reaching eleven tons, and his speed reached one hundred and thirty kilometers per hour. His other physical qualities also increased accordingly.

Sure enough, krypton gold is fun.

Fortunately, as Qin Shou's strength increases, the system's restrictions on his reputation acquisition are gradually relaxed. Otherwise, with Qin Shou's early reputation acquisition speed, he would have to wait until the Year of the Monkey to reach the level of Wind and Thunder.

After rising to the level of Fengling Jue, Qin Shou used the remaining reputation points to first buy the martial arts Chidori Blade, and then used the last reputation points to buy a new sword with thunder attributes.

Looking at the Tang Dao surrounded by thunder and lightning in his hand, Qin Shou sighed in his heart: "Sure enough, a poor guy only deserves to play piracy?"

But it doesn't matter, my Chinese copycat has always been fake and not shoddy. Even if it is a pirated version of ninjutsu from an island country, its power has definitely increased.

Moreover, the power of martial arts is not static and will increase with one's strength. Just like Chidori, it is used to the extreme in the original work and is even powerful enough to split meteorites.

Anyway, how Qin Shou comforted himself.

However, the way Qin Shou stared at the first person in the first row of the martial arts mall still betrayed him. Those were the martial arts and sword skills he dreamed of.

Just take a look at that name. How domineering, powerful, and powerful is just one word.

Of course, it would be even more perfect if there was no line of small words in the lower right corner of the incomplete volume. But just this incomplete volume can buy a thousand reputation points, so you can imagine how powerful it is.

Looking at his reputation balance, it was a perfect zero. Looking at the round font, Qin Shou knew it was time for him to go out.

Get up, brush your teeth, wash your face, get dressed, all in one go.

Alas, it's a little unaccustomed to live alone all of a sudden, even the clothes are put on last in a nonchalant way, which gives Qin Shou the illusion that he's back to the life of a bachelor again.

So, Qin Shou ushered in another day, earning four hundred easily during the day, and beating the little gangsters violently at night, which was boring, boring, and boring.

In the afternoon of the next day, the warehouse in the suburbs.

Gao Han slapped a thick stack of information on the table in front of Qin Shou and said:

"That's the whole story of the Brooklyn criminal network, and while we can't make Brooklyn look like Manhattan, we can take out some of the major crime groups and crime bosses in Brooklyn.

This will allow the crime situation in Brooklyn to be greatly controlled, at least in nature."

"Wait a minute, Gao Han, you can put these things aside for now. Now I have a more urgent matter, which can be said to be urgent." Qin Shou crossed his hands. As for his nose, there was even cold sweat on his forehead.

"What's up"

Seeing this, Gao Han's expression became serious.

Qin Shou took a deep breath and said: "There are less than three days left before I start school, but I haven't touched a word of my homework."

Qin Shou's eyes were full of fear, and his face turned pale. For the whole summer vacation, he was busy selling cars to find a partner, saving the world and fighting monsters.

I completely forgot about homework. You heard me right. American high schools also have homework during the summer vacation. Although not as many as in China, there are still quite a few.

I don’t know how some domestic media spread the rumors, saying that there is no homework during the summer vacation in the United States. Please, that’s just a different form of homework, but it does not mean that there are seven required courses and two elective courses. None of them can be passed.

Although there are no papers, there are still a bunch of papers, notes, and practice waiting for you. Even practice requires various relevant records, and you can't do a little fake.

And without homework, those who study easily are just some public high schools for the poor.

But for a key school like Midtown High School, the pressure is at least similar to that of the third year of junior high school in China.

"Hey, how did you spend your high school summer vacation?" Qin Shou tried to learn some useful experience from Gao Han, an old senior.

"Me, how can I survive? I never did any homework in high school, but my grades were always A's, so the teacher ignored me. I hacked the Pentagon during the summer vacation of my sophomore year, and then ran away to China to escape the limelight. I didn't do anything during my senior year. I was dawdling around in Tsinghua University when I was bored and took the exam. When I got my doctorate, my former classmates had just graduated from college." Gao Han pinched his nostrils, looking like a natural bastard.

Qin Shou on the side had a look of despair. Damn it, he felt that he had nothing in common with such a super genius and winner in life.

"Actually, let me tell you, isn't it just some homework? For a man like you who grew up in an exam-oriented education, you are still afraid of this. I think you have been accustomed to American education for too long.

Furthermore, if you come from a family where you only need to pass the academic qualifications, then going to New York University will not provide you with an easy and quality education. Isn’t that the case all the time?”

Gao Han's series of rhetorical questions immediately woke up Qin Shou, the man in his dream.

That's right, isn't it just about twenty papers? Can I, a man who has experienced the terrifying question-sea tactics?

As for social practice, it is actually summer work. The money we earn in one summer vacation is more than some teachers in school earn in a year. I am afraid of this

When he understood, Qin Shou suddenly smiled and put his hands on Gao Han's shoulders and said, "Thank you for the advice, brother. I'll go back and catch up on my homework first. I'll come to you as soon as possible about the Brooklyn matter, and it won't be more than a week after school starts. I’ll take my leave first.”

With that said, Qin Shou strode out of the warehouse and drove back to the apartment in his pickup truck.

That night, a computer, a pen, a notebook, a miracle.

To be continued