Marvel Nephalem

six years ago

Qin Han, who disembarked from the New York Harbor, casually threw the stowaway's remaining knives at him and left the port without looking back.

Using the blind spot of the searchlight, the middle-aged Asian man jumped over the wall vigorously, stamping on the asphalt to create radial cracks.

"Host, I can understand that you don't want to kill yourself in the parallel world, but there is no need for you to give up on yourself. There are countless good things in this world. It doesn't matter to me whether you are a superhero or a criminal, but you can't help but go to Sanctuary. I collect energy."

The system kept chattering in Qin Han's mind, but Qin Han kept walking in the dark alley without any purpose. His purpose was simple.

Waiting for someone who dares to threaten him to become a target.

"Handsome, charming, wise and mighty host, you haven't spoken to me for a long time, and you haven't responded to me. I admit that I shouldn't have told you to kill yourself in another world, but I did it for your own good. Ah, but I am here to sincerely admit my mistake to you, and I promise never to say anything that goes against your three views again, okay?"

Qin Han ignored him and walked in the alley, walking through the darkness until he suddenly stopped.

Because several sickly tattooed young men were squatting on the ground taking turns smoking a large pipe. When they saw Qin Han standing in the shadows, they all stood up and pulled out pistols and knives from their waists.

"Another idiot comes to give you money."

A young man pulled out a silver-white Smith & Wesson 9. The sweat-discolored handle and the shiny silver gun body were in sharp contrast. This large-caliber revolver, used by hunters to hunt ferocious beasts, had obviously been well maintained by the young man. good.

Qin Han walked out of the shadows. He looked directly at the young man's hand and said in an inaudible voice: "The gun is not bad."

The system quickly answered: "9 is indeed good. We can snatch him and burn their heads into rotten watermelons one by one. It is wonderful to think about it. It is really exciting to enjoy the beauty of violence and blood while delivering justice. happiness."

The tattooed young man only saw Qin Han's mouth move, but did not hear what he said clearly. He blew a sharp whistle and smiled at his companion: "It turns out he is a yellow-skinned monkey. I like yellow-skinned monkeys. Although they are weak, they are always Very..."

"Billy kill him"

Amidst the continuous gunfire, Qin Han used his precise sideways to avoid the bullets flying past his body, and then pinched the tattooed young man's neck one after another with thunderous movements.

No matter how the young man tried to dodge, he always felt like he was taking the initiative to hit those hands of death. No matter how he aimed, the yellow-skinned monkey could always dodge with foresight.

"No, don't kill me, I don't dare to do it anymore."

Seeing the four companions with sunken necks collapse to the ground, the last survivor tremblingly dropped his empty pistol, turned around and ran away.

The system's wild laughter echoed in his mind: "Don't let him go, make his life worse than death, let fear spread freely in his heart, play with him, torture him, you can do it, Qin Han"

Qin Han snorted disdainfully. He picked up the 9-caliber revolver that the tattooed young man dropped on the ground, shot each of them in the heart, raised his hand, turned his head, and aimed at the tattooed young man who fled in a hurry.

"boom"

The young man fell to the ground.

Six rounds, no more, no less.

Qin Han looked at the six miserable corpses and suddenly said, "Give me a different face."

"what why"

The system sensed something was wrong.

Qin Han crushed the 9 in his hand into a ball of scrap metal, pressed it into the wall fiercely, and dropped rubble on the ground. He said indifferently: "There is only one Qin Han in this world. He is in Zhongzhou. There are no natural disasters and no parting between life and death."

The system pondered for a while and suddenly said: "Qin...Host, I have helped you find your family and fulfilled the promise I made. There are many people in the multiverse who need this kind of power. I can help you change your face, but you Can you promise me that after changing your face, I will fulfill your long-cherished wish and let me leave?"

"Your power can only bring chaos, fear and disaster." Qin Han's brown face that had been weathered by the sun showed a strong sarcasm: "I know very well what you are. Now that you are here, don't even think about leaving. "

The system suddenly laughed, and he asked in disbelief: "How is it possible? I am the Stone of the World. I once created a world that sheltered countless creatures. How could I bring disasters? My power can help people who are suffering. The redemptive power of getting out of pain. Regarding your malicious slander, I hope that you, the host, can maintain a calm and objective attitude. Think about what I have brought to you. Is it your own choice that caused today's consequences? The cause and effect are all yours. Your choice, not mine.”

Qin Han did not answer, but took out his mobile phone, pressed three numbers 1 1 9, and sneered in the busy tone: "I want to bet that you are symbiotically living in my body. As long as I don't agree, you have to live with me." Live and die together.”

"..."

"This is NYPD, how can I help you?"

There was silence for a long time, until the moment the call was connected, Qin Han's face suddenly dripped with blood. At the same time, the system's hysterical roar sounded in his mind: "Damn human being, you have discovered it a long time ago, you have discovered it a long time ago. You are fighting against me, right? I want blood, so you kill people without blood. I want fear, so you end fear. You said you are not Qin Han, you can't face the blood on your hands, okay? , I changed your face, but I want to tell you, you angered me, you changed your face but your heart is still there, the memory is still there, except Qin Han, the murderous maniac with hands full of blood, who are you and who else can you be? "

"You are Clark Kent."

Anne Hathaway held the photo in front of Qin Han's eyes and continued with tears in her eyes: "He is also my father."

Qin Han took the trouble to inhale a lungful of anger and turned his head to the side expressionlessly. However, when he saw the black male reporter outside the window with a motherly look on his face, and the blinding flashlights surrounding the male reporter, he turned his head to the side again. Another direction.

The system teased in his mind: "What a miracle. By a coincidence in another time and space, the desperate father regained his family and picked up a daughter for nothing. It is really a touching story of a man silently crying and a daughter crying."

Anne was not discouraged when she saw Qin Han's reaction. She took out an old leather-bound diary and shook a table full of photos, including photos of Clark Kent and Liv Hathaway, as well as photos of herself as a child.

Annie held the diary, her black and silky hair scattered on the yellowed pages, and kept comparing the photos to tell the love story about Clark and Liv.

"On December 1989, 12, I had confirmed that I was pregnant, but Clark was still missing. For a week, the search and rescue team had not found any trace of him. There was an X-shaped scar on the back of Clark's right shoulder. I still remember that. I lost my temper and accidentally pushed him onto the kitchen knife holder. I shouldn't have lost my temper. I wanted to wait for him to come back and apologize."

"But I have a bad feeling that maybe that conflict will be our last memory."

After reading this, Anne Hathaway stood up and looked playfully at the back of Qin Han's right shoulder. There was an X-shaped scar.

Qin Han didn't care on the surface, but he was furious in his heart: "This is your trick, what you planned, isn't it?"

The system seemed to be stunned by the roar, and suddenly there was a thunderous thunder, which made Qin Han dizzy: "How dare you question... I am a damn mortal, don't throw your crazy thoughts on my head, you... I modeled my old face after Reinhardt from Blizzard’s Universe Watch, and the scars were also copied from me. I have been struggling to survive for six years, and you are crazier than me. Do I dare to provoke you with this kind of thing?"

Qin Han, who was frightened and angry inside, suddenly turned around, reached out to grab the diary from Annie's hand, threw it against the wall, and said coldly: "I am not your father, and my name is not Clark Kent. My name is..."

The system, which regained its composure, sneered: "Your name is Qin Han, let me get rid of everything you desire. Oh, it seems that this girl's nickname is also Nini. Don't put all the blame on me. How are you better than me now?" go"

Anne Hathaway stared at Qin Han with tears in her eyes, her big and smart eyes full of grievance and despair.

The system's ridicules continued: "You are afraid that you will go crazy and hurt her when she farts. You are just looking for a reason to escape from reality. I am using my last life seal to deceive people into becoming crazy demons. You are lying to yourself. You have seen a handful of them. Will the sword float up on its own and strike at the enemy?"

"Qin Han, you are a born guardian. You must make a choice. This may be the last choice."