Friendly neighbors are villains

Amy lay sleepily on the bed. She habitually groped for her phone and glanced at the time. It was 11:12 noon, and she had slept for [-] hours from yesterday to now.

Paid time off is simply not fun.

The Spider-Man doll at the head of the bed got stuck next to the pillow in an upside-down posture, waiting for the owner's rescue.

Amy still remembers that dream, the seemingly real and unreal scene and the people in the dream have not been forgotten from her brain. She dreamed of Zhan Yimei, who was trying to play Professor X to chat with herself, and told her that she was Magneto child.

It was a sweet dream, and Amy had to wonder, if Magneto was the father, would the mother be Professor X?

After washing, the content of the dream and the handsome face gradually became blurred, and finally completely disappeared in Amy's consciousness.

The phone rang for four syllables in a row. Amy looked at the lit screen. She knew it was the notification that all the game missions were completed even though she hadn't unlocked it.The computer is bound to the mobile phone, as long as the player does not log out of the game account, whether it is an event or an advertisement in the game, real-time information will be sent to the player on time.

If you haven't logged into the game for three days, all the tasks in progress should be over.

Amy put on the VR glasses again and entered the game.

The picture in front of her is no longer the Avengers Building, although the last time she exited the game from the medical room of the building, all the plots were pushed out at that time, and the game was already in an empty state, so entering again, the system will not end the plot from one where to start.

Unless the file is read from the previous node again.

Where Amy is located is her villain's base camp. Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows is a magnificent night view of the city. At this time, she automatically put on dark-colored equipment, and the conference hall is empty.She clicked on the board and looked at the attributes of the villains. All the data showed that their loyalty had increased.

The evil value has been lengthened again.

Amy walked to the window and stared into the distance to enjoy the night view. It is now 9 pm in the game, and the neon lights outside the window were flickering. Amy couldn't help feeling that this is an extremely real world, and she can survive if she stays here Going on, there must be many players who don't want to wake up.

Almost subconsciously, she suddenly thought, what is Peter doing at this time, sleeping at home obediently, or wandering around the city punishing evil and promoting good?

The phone vibrated, and Amy saw Peter's message through the panel.

【Amy, I’m sorry, I’m not in New York these days. I’m going for an internship. It’s the kind of internship you know. When you come back the day after tomorrow, you must go home before 8 pm. It’s not safe outside. 】

[If you don't apologize at all, you will break up the relationship. ] Amy replied.

[NO! ! ! 】Peter replied with a few mournful emojis.

Amy doesn't plan to "go home" for the time being. Her appearance here must have an important plot unfolding. The villains have completed their missions, and they must still want to continue to sabotage.

She skillfully saved a file. Due to limited space, the new file squeezed out the oldest one, and every new file starting from today will slowly replace the old ones.

Amy found a dagger in the props column. She didn't know where the props fell, and it was automatically stored in the background. She took off the glove on her left hand, exposing the original skin, and picked up the dagger and tapped it on the back of her hand. slip.

The blade was quite sharp, and with Amy's movements, blood beads gradually flowed out of the wound.

Naturally, she didn't feel any pain. Amy immediately quit the game, took off her glasses, and stared at her injured hand in the game for a long time.There was no pain or discomfort, at least Amy didn't feel it, the back of her hand was intact, not even a slight tingle.

This is a good sign, which means that Mr. Borg really took the emails sent by Amy very seriously, and made repairs and adjustments to them.

Amy logged into the game again and chose the dagger again. She planned to use a little more force this time and give herself a few more just in case.

Dark red blood dripped down from her palm and the back of her hand, and the marble floor was already stained with blood like splashed ink. Zoom in on the game.

Amy is sure that she is seriously injured. For an ordinary person, the muscle texture of the wound can be seen with the naked eye, and she has to be sent to the hospital for stitches. Her panel is constantly reminding the player of the warning of the blood bar dropping.

For this test, Amy bought several medical kits, and she was not worried that she would gameover due to skin trauma.

Amy pointed the tip of the dagger at the blood vessels in her wrist, and the panel showed the location of the arteries. She planned to give herself a final ruthless blow. As long as she was sure that quitting the game would not affect her body at all, Amy would be willing to put the game on. continue.

A strong hand held Amy's hand holding the knife tightly, preventing her from moving forward.

Amy paused, and suddenly saw Hannibal was close at hand, and he was holding her little arm tightly, with no intention of letting go.

"Your Excellency, you are injured." Hannibal's voice was flat, soft, and polite, "You are hurting yourself, why?"

Hannibal appeared very suddenly, Amy was completely unprepared, but yes, this place is the villain's stronghold, as the Duke, she is the master of the whole building, no one can hurt her, no one dares, or wants to do so Do, so the panel will not give the player any hints.

Amy was a little nervous, but she quickly calmed down and shook off Hannibal who was holding her. Amy put the bleeding arm that was exposed outside the glove behind her back.

"What's the matter?" She said indifferently, completely ignoring her injuries.

Hannibal stood straight on the spot, his eyes swept over the blood dripping from Amy's feet, and the one behind her was still bleeding continuously: "I can treat you, if you don't dislike it."

"No need." Amy said, "What do you want from me, I don't want to repeat it a third time."

Hannibal's gaze was still difficult to focus on Amy, those glaring drops of blood seemed to summon the bloodthirsty beast in his body: "Sorry, sir, I can't tolerate you being hurt, no matter who brought it to you Yes, so please let me treat you."

His tone was sincere: "If you are afraid that I will reveal your secret, you don't have to worry so much. It has always been my honor to serve you."

Amy didn't realize for a moment what Hannibal's so-called secret was.

"Perhaps you will allow me to call you Miss or Madam when no one is around." Hannibal continued, with a smug look in his eyes, which was caused by his excitement after solving a puzzle , "My bold guess is that you should be less than 20 years old, well-born, but not too rich. You have delicate skin and don't look like a Caucasian, but it doesn't matter, I don't care about your race." Hannibal's words Su was as slow and low as ever, counting his discoveries one by one like chatting.

Amy thought that she would be terrified by the other party's debunking, but no, maybe the helmet gave her the courage and confidence to face the ogre, Amy did not plan to reload the file, but spread her blood-stained palm , and handed it to Hannibal.

"This is really..." Hannibal held Amy's wrist in his hands, his greedy eyes fixed on those cuts, "A work of art."

"If you let me know that you have regarded me as a dish, I will kill you." Amy did not deny the analysis of the other party. She knew that Hannibal did have such an ability, and he could see through her hands. Send out a lot of information, "You can try to see if I can do what I say."

The cold voice is half truth and half interpretation. Amy has always been merciless towards these villains. Judging by her current evil figure, even if she ordered Hannibal to eat his own internal organs immediately, he would not Will do so without hesitation.

"I'm afraid I don't dare to think so." Hannibal's face showed a rare horror. A man who has always been calm will also feel uncomfortable due to coercion. After all, he witnessed how the "Duke" used a dagger a few minutes ago. The weird picture of hurting yourself.

He had reasons to believe that the Duke could do even crazier things, even though he didn't seem to have killed anyone so far.

Amy's wound healed quickly under Hannibal's treatment. She withdrew her hand and put on the gloves again: "You didn't see anything, and you don't know anything."

"Yes, sir, I'm here to report to you." Hannibal said, "Magneto's condition is not very good."

"What happened to him." Amy said.

"A few days ago, when I was treating him, I accidentally discovered that Magneto's body was installed with a liquid inhibitor." Hannibal said, and he regained his calm posture, no longer the excitement after revealing other people's secrets .

"Liquid inhibitor, what is it?" Amy asked.

"A mutant suppressor that can exist in the blood." Hannibal explained, "He must have been forced to undergo body modification in Cube Prison. The suppressor is still in the semi-finished stage. I think it is more likely to be a failed product. , but still played a suppressive role, Magneto's current strength is less than one-third of his original."

That makes sense.

Based on what Amy knows about Eric, he can easily destroy a city, unless the place is all made of plastic and foam, or only cement.Obviously impossible, any city is made of steel, including their current base camp.

Even if a nuke/bomb flies towards Eric accurately, he can use his power to drop it anywhere.

The strength of Magneto has made many people suffer, but the fighting power he showed in Thompson Villa is unsatisfactory. Of course, there are also elements of nanotechnology in it.

Amy has only one question, why he didn't say this thing that obviously bothered him. If Amy knew in advance, she would definitely find a way to solve it for Eric.

Then she quickly realized that it was because of mistrust. Unlike all the villains, Eric didn't trust people here, including "Duke", but he could only stay in this place, so he couldn't let others find himself power is weakened.

"Can you treat it?" Amy asked.

"Unfortunately, that's not a disease." Hannibal said, "Removing the inhibitor is a complicated operation that requires sophisticated instruments, just like the human experiments they did on him at the beginning."

"Who can do it?" Amy asked straightforwardly.

"Based on the current information, the only thing I can think of reaching is Dr. Strange." Hannibal said.

Magneto, whose power is weakened, will definitely be greatly reduced in usefulness. Amy must solve it, and this will become a hidden danger in future wars.

She also counted on Magneto to contain Professor X.

Strange will definitely help Eric remove this inhuman implant inhibitor. At the cost of Magneto being re-arrested in prison, Amy must take a long-term view.

"Where is Eric now?" Amy said.

"Medical room, however, the situation is not good," Hannibal said.

Amy came to the medical room. Everything here was devastated, and all the metal objects were scattered on the floor, as if they had experienced a catastrophe.

"Every few days, the inhibitor will cause a force backlash in the implanter's body. Magneto is in extreme pain now. I have just injected him with morphine, which can relieve it for a period of time." Hannibal said to Amy Further explaining, "I guess the original intention of the researcher was to completely make his superpower disappear, but after all, it is just a failure, and it has no effect except to bring pain to the user."

Eric's face was pale, he didn't fall asleep, and his whole body kept twitching.

Amy remembered that Norman Osborn in Cube Prison should have been tortured to death by the same thing, and the Red Skull was lucky, he didn't have that kind of inhibitor in his body, maybe he didn't have time to experiment with him, or He nearly died in the previous experiment, and the researchers haven't gotten to the step of getting him an inhibitor yet.

A few huge pieces of iron flew towards Amy. It was Eric's unconscious attack. Amy opened a barrier between herself and Hannibal to block the attack.

"Except for Strange, is there any unscrupulous doctor with such abilities?" Amy murmured to herself as she searched for the villain who was a doctor by profession in the panel.

"Maybe." Hannibal said, "You can ask Dr. Zola. He is an expert in genetics and a genetic engineer. He has successfully cloned/cloned many things, such as people."

He paused: "If Dr. Zola can clone/clone a brand new Magneto, the one on the hospital bed, it's useless."

Eric heard the conversation between the two of them, but couldn't respond.

Working with villains will never be a real pleasure, but it will definitely be very comfortable. Players can wantonly trample on human nature and be an out-and-out devil.

Hannibal's suggestion made Amy waver for a moment, but then she dismissed the idea, not to mention how likely K/Lon is, how long it will take, and even if it succeeds, whether the strength and ideas are still the same That one is also unknown.

Unless it is absolutely necessary, she will not consider this plan for the time being.

"If the person lying there was you, would you be willing to be replaced by K/Lon?" Amy clicked on another page, which contained information on Arkham Asylum, and she was searching for useful information.

"If it can bring you the greatest benefit, of course I would." Hannibal said without hesitation.

"I won't ignore that you want to get rid of Magneto just because you said something like this." Amy locked on Arkham's position, which will be her next target.

Hannibal smiled noncommittally.

"Be united." Amy said, "Otherwise you will lose badly."

The author has something to say: a new map will be opened soon.

I originally wanted to write a million words, but I really can’t. I hope that each chapter will be a simplified text without a single word of nonsense. I’m sorry everyone!

small theater----

Amy: Do you want to eat me?

Uncle Ba: I don’t want to.