Marvel Nephalem

"The cold icy rain patted my face randomly."

"Warm tears mixed with cold rain"

"The colors in front of me were suddenly covered up"

"Your shadow lingers relentlessly around me"

Even though the system had no voice, his broken gong-like singing voice rang over and over in his mind, which made Clark, who was lying on the ground pretending to be dead, a little annoyed.

After being basked in the sun for a day, a sudden rainstorm hit New York City, which brought not only a gentle breeze, but also the heat rising from the ground.

The hot and humid ground made the wounds on his back hurt and itch, but he had no choice but to dare to move.

The heavy rain severely affected his vision and hearing, which greatly weakened his powerful reflexes.

For four medium-caliber assault rifles, if he didn't lie down and pretend to be dead until they approached, then Clark would have lived in New York for six years in vain, and he would be a complete fool.

Feeling the clear perception of the mercenaries gradually approaching under the cover of the rain, Clark held his breath and adjusted his condition.

"Host, they are already very close. If this doesn't kill them, then we can reincarnate and become human beings again."

Under the constant chatter of the system, Clark, who could clearly perceive the mercenaries' movements with his mind, suddenly opened his eyes, put one hand on the ground and swept his legs 180 degrees to disarm them all.

He picked up the keltec rfb assault rifle on the ground and called them one by one. He made a neck-wiping gesture at the miniature camera that was constantly twisting under the window sill on the second floor, and shot it to pieces.

Yes, he noticed that if it weren't for the threat of death this time, he still wouldn't invest in his spiritual perception and would just use it to scare people.

He couldn't notice the tiny details yet, and it proved once again that details can determine success or failure.

Clark took off the dead mercenary's night vision goggles and put them on his face. Looking at the fake Winnie, whose face was stained by the rain, convulsing due to severe pain, and foaming at the mouth, he pulled her up from the ground. Asked: "Where is Winnie?"

The fake Winnie was so strong that she spat on Clark's face. She had the bloodiness of a mercenary, but Clark was not a good person for a long time. He concentrated his will and stared into the eyes of the female mercenary, and the system laughed wildly in his mind: " Fear lives on”

The extremely terrifying vision instantly made the female mercenary twitch all over, and even made her wake up from the severe pain of a broken back that almost made her faint. She whispered in English: "Please, kill me..."

The system continued to laugh wildly: "Fear will spread at your feet."

Clark raised the collar of the female mercenary. He would not have mercy on such a woman: "Tell me where she is, otherwise you will find that death is really luxurious."

The female mercenary trembled and looked towards the alley she walked out of. Clark stood up without hesitation and shot her with his backhand.

System: "Even death can't save you."

The words of the system made Clark couldn't help but look back at the female mercenary. She was already dead. He thought he had missed it.

He hurriedly ran to the alley, and with her senses fully open, she heard a sound like a bellows inside the trash can.

Opening the lid of the trash can, the scene in front of him made Clark's hands tremble.

Winnie was lying in a dirty garbage bin. She was shivering and stuffing a black garbage bag into the hole in her chest. Apparently she had not given up on saving herself.

The moment she saw Clark, this little girl who was usually very inconspicuous, even rebellious and annoying, cried. She opened her mouth to say something, but she only coughed up a large mouthful of blood.

"How to save systemic pulmonary hemorrhage."

System: "You will have nowhere to hide in hell"

Clark immediately growled angrily: "Stop acting, you know I will always have a way to deal with you."

"Oh..."

The system immediately responded: "She's doing the right thing, quickly use a plastic bag to block the wound on her back."

Clark picked up Winnie, who was only wearing underwear. Her breathing seemed to be stuck in phlegm, and it became shorter and shorter. She suddenly seemed to be suffocated when Clark used a plastic bag to block the wound on her back.

The system continued: "When you see the straw on the ground, insert it along the torn plastic bag on her chest. There is congestion in her lungs. Suction it out."

After a brief frantic first aid, Winnie's breathing gradually stabilized, although she still coughed violently from time to time, and her body gradually became cold. She smiled at Clark and whispered softly: "Thank you..."

Clark breathed a sigh of relief, took off his shirt and put it on the little girl, picked her up and took a deep look at Block 41 behind him, just as he was about to go to the hospital.

At this moment, the system suddenly said: "Congratulations, let her live a little longer and live to witness you avenge her."

Clark's movement suddenly froze. He looked at the girl Winnie in his arms and said in the girl's gradually dimming eyes: "Do you want to see how dad kills those bad guys?"

Winnie's eyes flashed with excitement, she nodded slightly and said, "I think."

Clark first put Winnie down with her back on the ground, then used a loose shirt and Kevlar from the dead mercenary to fix the girl on his back. He held up one of the girl's legs with his left hand to prevent her from slipping due to the bumps, and picked up the rfb assault with his right hand. Rifle, go straight from the main road to the direction of the electronics store.

"No. 3, No. 3, can you hear me?"

The sniper who had just fainted due to mental stress was woken up by the rain. He was holding the sniper rifle leaning on the roof and leaned out with willpower to aim at Clark Kent, who was walking directly below and carrying the girl on his back.

Clark, who was downstairs, raised the muzzle of his gun and suddenly said to the girl: "It seems we can change the gun."

"Um..."

Winnie leaned drowsily on Clark's shoulder, and a thunderbolt flashed across the sky.

The deafening thunder masked the sound of silenced gunfire.

Clark threw away the assault rifle in his hand. After hearing the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground behind him, he raised his hand to catch the falling Berta 95-caliber short-barreled sniper rifle and called softly: "Winnie"

Winnie didn't answer.

......

Thunder rolled and gunshots were fired.

"Fire suppression team No. 1 turned the muzzle of the gun to the southwest corner, the target..."

In the electronics store, the Spanish orders sounded like demonic hell. The mercenary leader, whose emotions could not be seen through the mask, suddenly stopped speaking.

In the eyes of the two black brothers Bruce and Alfred, the hands of the mercenary leader who had just been arrogant were trembling.

Watching Alfred constantly stitching his wounds with fishing thread, Bruce, a tall black man biting a rag, suddenly felt that the silence here was strange. He reluctantly raised his head and directly saw the dark muzzle of the mercenary leader's gun. Fainted.

But the next second, the gun in the mercenary leader's hand suddenly exploded into parts with the sound of the floor-to-ceiling glass window shattering, and his hand was suddenly missing 4 fingers.

The mercenary leader knelt down and kowtowed, crying.

Alfred was trembling with disbelief.

With Winnie's hands hanging down on his back, Clark Kent, whose murderous intent and mental pressure almost made the air freeze, held a large-caliber short-barreled sniper rifle flat with one hand, broke through the rain and stepped in through the floor-to-ceiling windows that were littered with glass fragments. , directly opened a hole in the mercenary leader's chest.

Until Clark Kent relieved his mental pressure, he untied Winnie in despair, knelt on one knee and lifted her back to the ground.

After the short black guy cut the fishing line with electrician's pliers, Alfred tried to say: "Mr. Kent, this hot girl won't die for a while, why don't you send her to the hospital as soon as possible?"