[Comprehensive British and American] Hero part-time super villain

In Gotham, the temperature is 37°C.

"Today, the temperature in the city has reached the highest temperature in history. Citizens are requested to pay attention to sun protection to avoid burns when going out.." The blond host with a slightly distorted smile on the big screen in the square spoke sweetly.

The scorching sun scorched the ground, and the heat wave caused by the waves disrupted the streetscape, and the plants were also slumped on the dry and cracked land.

Bright dust floats in the air, perhaps because of the lack of popularity, they are more free, and they are enjoying the city that finally belongs to them at this moment.

No one can notice the dust floating in the air on weekdays, and when they can finally turn into golden particles, no one stops for them.

The streets were almost empty, and most of the occasional passers-by just held black umbrellas or covered their heads with their hands and ran quickly across the unshaded sidewalks.

Who would have imagined that the temperature yesterday, which was only in the early 20s, has soared to a completely outrageous weather today, just like those girls who can get sex for a few dollars, the mood is cloudy and uncertain.

Pedestrians who looked different but had the same face frowned and spit out the dirtiest words to curse the sudden heat up and God, but no one dared to fight against the damned weather in the sun.

They fled, ran into the shadow cast by the building, and slowed down their pace, as if they were not the one who insulted the weather just now, deceiving themselves and others.

If someone asked, they would just make excuses for themselves with peace of mind.

Just ordinary people.

This is like most impressions of the city.

The minions hidden in the darkness stretch out wantonly, and actually dare to walk out of the darkness. There are always a few who stand out. Since the part that stands out eventually becomes a victim——

Smart people choose to be in the dark.

A good reason and excuse.

Even if the whole city is now under the light, the holy sunlight gilded this old Gothic city, making it look elegant and mysterious, but it still cannot conceal the darkness and corruption that is the city itself.

Injustice is the price of civilization.

That's the essence.

The black-haired young man in a white T-shirt and carrying a backpack squatted on tiptoe with his legs bent in the boundary between shadow and sunlight. He stretched out one arm and stretched his slender white fingers, allowing them to soak in the sun.

Under the overly fair skin are clearly visible tendons, and on the arms are thin but tiny white down, coated with a layer of golden light, and the delicate flesh is red and stinging under the scorching sun in less than a minute.

However, the young man continued to let his arms be exposed to the sun as if he couldn't feel the pain. He rested his chin on the other hand, and he didn't pretend to be anything in his beautiful green eyes. He seemed to be distracted.

The young man's slightly long forehead hair was pulled behind his ears, and in his ears were the influx of laughter, soft cries and the sound of blows. An evil incident happened near him, and behind him not far away alley.

At this time, the young man was talking to the guy who called himself the system in his head, and the noise in his ears overlapped with the cold voice of the system in his head, which made the young man feel a little irritated.

very noisy.

The young man withdrew his arm and yawned. He stood up and looked for the sound. He passed the beverage machine. The young man stopped for a while. A coin protruded from his fingers and shot into the coin slot. The orange juice can rubbed against the iron and fell to the exit , the young man leaned over to pick it up.

Opening the mouth of the can, he raised his head, his Adam's apple rolled quickly, he finished drinking the orange juice, licked his wet lips, crushed the can and threw it into the trash can, his beautiful green eyes reflecting the light were annoying.

The sudden sound of footsteps caught the attention of the social youths who were beating others. The leading man spat out a puddle of saliva, and he looked back viciously, trying to see which guy with no eyesight was interrupting their work.

When he turned around, he could only see his two little brothers lying on the ground in a state of embarrassment.

The next moment, his face was grabbed and slammed into the uneven wall. The severe pain made him scream. The young man frowned, and dragged the man's head viciously against the wall again. Grind it up.

"Don't you know you guys are noisy?"

This social youth who dared to rob a thin middle and high school student had never seen such a scene before, and was immediately frightened and fainted.The young man let go of the man, twisted his wrist, and tapped the air with his fingers.

This scene was imprinted in the eyes of the bullied high school student.

The shadows covered both sides, only the young man with white light behind him, wearing a white T-shirt and black jeans, looked like an ordinary college student against the light, so ordinary, but like a savior, he was easily rescued from hell .

This reminded Tom of a night like this when he was a few years old. The hero against the light saved him from bullying, hugged him tenderly, and sent him home.

During the countless nights when Tom was abused by his father, he just looked at the superhero posters used to cover the wall spots in vain, hoping that the hero would appear again and break through the wall to save him from fire and water. Appeared.

Not long after that, the hero ended.

Tom didn't want to recall the bloody history of Gotham heroes anymore. He knew that his heart should be ridiculed. For the behavior of this person in front of him, people with good intentions in Gotham were only speeding up their own death. However, he still endured I couldn't help but my heart was surging.

Will he be a hero?

Fast didn't look at Tom on the ground. He turned his back to Tom and walked out of the alley. His indifferent and arrogant back was imprinted in Tom's heart, but he was not the hero who saved Tom.

Fast didn't pay attention to what the man said. He just returned to the position just now and bought another can of orange juice. He crouched in the shadows, with the can of orange juice pressed against his face. He pursed his lips and squinted his eyes. The vicious sun in the sky.

It's hot.

Fast has scouted Gotham these days.

Gotham is a completely chaotic city with rampant criminals, incompetent police, and polarization between rich and poor. The only justice is Batman, who can carry the entire Gotham by himself. How long can he resist?

Fast adapts unexpectedly to this city, maybe he is born rebellious.

Fast looked at his watch. He had been in this world for 3 days, 7 hours and 49 minutes. Why did he say that? Well, maybe he should start from the beginning.

Fast is not from this world.

At least in his memory, he is definitely not an ordinary and young college student who can wear a white T-shirt, a rucksack, and sneakers.

three days ago.

...

...

Fast is a mercenary on a mission from his boss to infiltrate a Russian gang boss's residence to steal information.

Fast is an excellent mercenary, his ability level is the top in the industry, he quietly sneaked into the house and found the safe that hides the information.

When Fast touched the safe, there was a slight beep, and the Access Denial Device (EDD) blew Fast along with the safe.

The pain of being torn apart and the fear of death still reverberated in Faster's heart, but he opened his eyes.

Is it a dream?

No.

The first thing you see is the strange and old ceiling, the curtains are half opened to reveal the sun that is about to sink, and the sun that gradually sinks under the building makes Fast feel the joy of surviving the disaster and the confusion of reality.

Where is he?

You are in new world.

Faster paused, narrowed his eyes, and first scanned the clean and empty room vigilantly. His good visual dynamics and domain awareness made him sure that there was no one in the room.

This is a bit strange, the voice comes from the head, as if I split another self, it feels really strange.

who are you?

System 9341 is at your service.

System: Hello, host.You have been confirmed dead.

Fast was speechless for a moment.

Of course he knew that he was dead, and the pain and powerlessness of the passing of life and the strong hope for life still remained in his heart. He would bet that they would still tremble now that he stretched out his hand.

But why did he live again? There is no free lunch in the world. What he cares more about is the price of his resurrection.

Fast: What's the price?

The system froze for a moment, and then said in its still cold and emotionless mechanical tone: You died in the original world, we chose you and let you come here——

As you humans say, there is no free lunch in the world.

In this world, only good and evil can renew your life. You can renew your life for one month for every good deed you do, but you have to pay for one bad deed. Similarly, if you do a bad deed, you can renew your life. Life for a month, but you have to pay for a good thing.

Of course, it does not mean helping the elderly to cross the road, or stealing a piece of chewing gum. It must be something that has enough impact on society to offset your karma.

Hear this.

Fast frowned with velvety eyebrows, and a green eye exposed to the afterglow turned golden, together with the skin that was dyed red by the afterglow, this made Fast look like an elf in a fairy tale Beautiful and impeccable.

What does that mean, making him both a hero and a villain?

Seeing that Fast did not reply, the system continued: In this city, you have to play the villain who has been missing for almost 2 months. As for the hero, since there is no superhero who suddenly disappeared in this world, you can play as you like. Just play.

System: According to my system analysis, please try not to become a hero and a villain in the same city. If someone discovers your identity and my existence, it will bring you a lot of trouble.

Fast squinted his eyes, and he got a message from the system's words.

This world is different from his previous world. This is a world full of superheroes. Correspondingly, making superheroes famous means that this place is not safe.

more importantly.

He hates being controlled.

It's the first time he's heard of such a thing called 'system', but it's really strange isn't it?

Resurrection, different worlds, come on, this is far beyond the world that Fast understands, and Fast wants to control the system more than get rid of the system.

Let the system work for itself.

but now--

Fast's green eyes narrowed, and a dark light flowed through.

You must not expose your own weaknesses before finding the weaknesses of your prey. This is the mercenary's principle.

Fast first asked calmly: What if I refuse or break the agreement?

System: According to the agreement, recover the life of the host.

So a smile appeared on Fast's face, a delicate face and a sincere smile, with the joy of surviving the disaster in his eyes, it really seemed to be the case.

System: So, what about your choice as a host?

Fast: I agree.

System: Welcome to the world of superheroes.

Joker.