Marvel Road to Survival

He has been at Smith's house for five days. These days, he has been thinking about whether he should sneak out at night to do something righteous and try to increase the system points.

The Marvel world has always brought a sense of urgency to Qiao Qi. There are dangers here, planets exploding and life being extinguished are easy to come by, not to mention the weird timeline and strange characters in this world. He didn't want to waste time.

"Knitted hat, mask, hoodie, sneakers." Qiao Qi sighed, not daring to expect the various high-tech tights that come standard with heroes. He couldn't even get a body armor or stab-proof suit.

Mr. and Mrs. Smith's attitude towards Jozy was very covert, and they were usually very caring, but when Jozy asked to go out for a walk alone, the wariness in their eyes was obvious.

Renwu day.

Go towards the rat and evil north.

It is suitable to travel, collect goods, and offer sacrifices.

At the top of the moon, a dark figure squatted at the window on the second floor. He looked back at the room, gently lowered the window, and jumped...

puff-

"Ouch……"

Qiao Qi fell on his butt, stood up, leaned against the wall and listened carefully. There was no movement upstairs, then turned around and walked into the moonlight.

Upstairs, Jane Smith lowered her voice: "At 8 o'clock, the security team is spreading out."

"The target is running, Will, you go around 16th Street."

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Queens after ten o'clock at night is full of dangers and surprises, just like no one wants to go out alone in Brooklyn at night.

Target, Hell's Kitchen!

Qiao Qi got into a taxi, and he paid double the price to convince the driver to take him to Hell's Kitchen at night. The driver only sent him a block away and drove without moving forward.

Reluctantly, I got out of the car, put on the mask and hood, buckled the hood, and knotted the straps. Move forward at a trot.

Qiao Qi was very nervous. He had never been here before. He had heard about what Hell's Kitchen was like at night. The Irish, the Russians, the Hand... This was a paradise for gangsters, and a hell for good citizens. This was A place where heroes show off their talents.

Qiao Qi had wandered for several blocks when he heard a burst of firecracker-like gunfire in the distance. After much hesitation, he did not dare to go over to check. He just helped call 911, hoping that the injured could get help as soon as possible.

"Hey, buddy, do you want something exciting? This is Big Luther's stuff!"

Ignoring Brother Hei who was chatting with him, Qiao Qi walked away quickly.

"Turns out he's a softie, little dwarf."

Ignoring the endless taunts from the black guys behind him, Qiao Qi looked for the target he needed.

The moonlight shines gold on a dim alley.

"You fat pig, how dare you go out with just a few hundred yuan?"

"Please...please don't hurt me, my Mastercard can be used to pay money."

Powers is a big man born and raised in Hell's Kitchen. He has the local tradition of being unruly. He is fierce and aggressive but unwilling to join a gang. He advocates freedom and is unwilling to follow anyone's orders. Everyone calls him Skinned Power. .

At this time, Bowers just wanted to squeeze out the fat man in front of him and quickly go to Big Luther to have some comfortable fun.

The jackknife tore his shirt, and Powers decided to give the other guy a little color first to make sure he didn't dare to play tricks. The folding knife cut through the flesh on his chest, creating a small gash. The blood stained his shirt, and the fat blond young man's face turned pale.

"Hey, man. You want money? You want more?"

A thin black figure appeared, holding a stack of art schools in his hand and patting it loudly. He was wearing a mask hood and tied a silly bow with the hood straps.

Qiao Qi had tried his best to control his skeletal muscles to pull himself up, but his young body was too small to create the deterrent effect he wanted.

Bowles looked back and saw that the little man behind him had green dollars in his hand. He was sure that there were at least several thousand dollars.

"Boy, put the money on the ground, get out of here and mind your own business." Bowers planned to continue to make the fat man in his hand.

"No, no, no, I mean, I still have it!" Qiao Qi took out another handful of bills from his pocket and waved them.

Qiao Qi raised her hand high, and green dollars flew in the moonlight.

"Hell, that's my dollar, look at the good stuff you do."

This provocation aroused Boss Bowers, who was so angry that he decided to cut off the dwarf's fingers and stuff them into his buttocks.

Staring at the big man charging towards him brandishing a folding knife, Qiao Qi took a deep breath. All he could see was the half-foot-long blade.

Nearly.

closer.

Step back, use your waist to lean back, straighten your feet and kick your legs hard.

Using his back and legs to twist to the side, Qiao Qi dodged the big man who rushed towards him due to his inertia.

"Tick your vaginal feet."

"The world's martial arts originated from Shaolin."

Qiaoqi's strength is no weaker than his opponent's, or even a little stronger, but his wingspan and height limit his performance. The genes from Mystique allow him to better control his body posture, but both sides are moving quickly. Unable to hit the target accurately, this requires a wealth of fighting experience, and Qiao Qi has only fought a few times in his two lives combined.

"Damn it, I'm going to kill you." Bowers covered his thigh in pain. Although the kick was crooked, the fierce force made him suffer terribly.

Qiao Qi took out the belt and clasped it with both hands, lowered his body weight, said nothing, and still stared at the knife.

This was the first time that Qiao Qi faced such an opponent. This close-to-hand combat was thrilling and exciting. His adrenaline surged and his body trembled slightly.

During military training in a previous life, the instructor taught me how to seize a knife with one hand. At that time, an armed belt was used. But now that the situation is pressing, I can only use a soft leather belt instead.

Soon after, Powers turned around and pounced on the opponent. He found that the opponent had no weapons, so he was ready to hug him closely and use the guy in his hand to crush the opponent's intestines.

Qiao Qi kept moving, retreating and sliding to dodge.

After several attempts without success, Bowles became impatient, shouting and waving his folding knife. He wanted to change from stabbing to slashing, using his wingspan advantage to make the opponent see red.

"This is what I've been waiting for!"

Qiao Qi turned sideways on one leg to avoid the slashing attack, raised his hands at the same time, and quickly crossed his arms, and the belt tightly wrapped the opponent's knife-wielding wrist.

"Come here you-"

Qiao Qi shouted loudly, pushed hard on the right side of his body, lunged forward, aiming at his opponent's lower body.

The sudden heavy blow shook Bowles' fat body, followed by a series of rapid and violent knee strikes.

"Ouch - ouch, ouch, ouch..."

Bowers' face was distorted in pain, and the folding knife in his hand had long been removed. His fat body could no longer stand, and he was half-lying on Qiao Qi's shoulder.

"Knee bump!"

"Knee bump!"

"Continuous knee strikes!"

It wasn't until he noticed that his opponent had no resistance that Qiao Qi stopped and threw the big man to the ground. The man's eyes turned white, saliva flowed from his mouth, and he had fainted.

"It's the first time. It's a bit too rough. Should I call him an ambulance..." Qiao Qi gasped and looked at the unlucky guy lying on the ground with dark red blood oozing from his crotch.

He was covered in sweat. The brief confrontation just now was dangerous and fast. Only now did he realize that his clothes were sticking to his body, sticky and breathless, and very uncomfortable.

"Stop a vicious crime, complete!"

"Completion is 90%."

"Difficulty rating level 1: Close combat requires sufficient courage, and those with bare hands need the belief that they will win."

"Points 90."

Hearing the system prompts, Qiao Qi finally felt at ease. He probably also made a judgment in his mind. The full score for level 1 difficulty evaluation is one hundred, and the score is based on the degree of completion. Regarding the degree of completion of the event, Qiao Qi also speculated that the more serious the injury to innocent people, or the greater the damage caused, the lower the degree of completion.

Jozy came to his senses and remembered that there was another victim from whom he could profit.

"Hey, are you okay?" Qiao Qi walked towards the fat man who fell on the ground, stretched out his hand and released a wave of kindness, trying to pull him up.

"No, don't come here, stay away from me, Mom!" The blond little fat man kept kicking his feet on the ground, making him move back. He tried his best to stay away from this terrible person, God! He aimed at that spot and hit it a dozen times. He was so terrifying...

Qiao Qi scratched his head, a little embarrassed, not knowing what to say to comfort the frightened chubby little blond guy.

After waiting for a long time, there was no prompt for points 1. Qiao Qi sighed and fine-tuned the muscles of his vocal cords to make his voice richer: "Dude, don't be afraid. I have defeated the bad guy. Go home quickly. Maybe you need Go to the hospital and have a look at your breasts. I know a very professional nurse..."

"No, no need, I will handle it myself. Don't come over. I'm sorry, I have to leave." The fat man panicked and crawled away.

Qiao Qi got a little angry and offered points without even saying thank you. The American people are really unreasonable.

After rubbing his hands, Qiao Qi began to pick up the money, one after another. He was sure that throwing away the money was a wrong decision. I accidentally picked up a wallet with an ID card in it.

"Fudge Nelson", Jozy decided to find an opportunity to return the wallet to him.

He found several hundred yuan from the unconscious big man on the ground and stuffed it into his wallet. After careful consideration, he helped the robber call 911 before leaving.

"He went to Hell's Kitchen? He rescued a civilian who was robbed? And rescued a girl whose body was picked up? And a bastard who instigated a minor to fly grass was broken by him?" Natasha Romano The husband repeatedly confirmed the report from Mr. Smith.

"Why didn't you report George Garcia's movements immediately?" Natasha asked.

"He has been acting normal these days. Apart from being overly enthusiastic and polite, he is no different from a middle school student. So we decided to observe first..."

"No, Smith, you don't have the authority to handle it. You are responsible for this incident. Your authority has been downgraded and you have been taken back the right to fire." Natasha Romanov hung up the phone.

Tri-Wing Building, Minister Pierce's communications request access.

"My people tell me your Asian guy went to Hell's Kitchen in the middle of the night and illegally assaulted four New York City citizens?"

"No, Pierce, you know, they are all criminals." Nick Fury replied expressionlessly.

"Fury, you should control him, or hand him over to the NYPD, or send him to one of your secret bases, instead of wasting precious resources on irrelevant people."

"There is a special reason for my decision, and his behavior has proven that this is a person with special abilities. Pierce, this requires sufficient authority to know, you know."

"The World Security Council has set its sights on these matters, so we can take care of ourselves, Fury..." Minister Pierce cut off the communication.

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