Chapter 11 The simulator truly does not deceive me
Wen Bo stomped his foot on the floor tiles, and his body instantly transformed into a residual figure.
His master-level combat skills erupted instantly. He suppressed his thirty-ton divine strength to one percent, but it was still completely overwhelming.
Crack!
Accompanied by a continuous sound of cracking bones, a shrill scream pierced the dusk sky.
Blood Water and broken teeth splattered wildly in mid-air.
...
In fact, Wen Bo had already restrained the strength in his body to the limit, only using the strength of an ordinary stalwart man.
If he had really used his thirty tons of monstrous strength, this gang of hoodlums would have been blown into a pile of minced meat on the spot.
Even so, relying on his grandmaster-level close-combat dismantling moves, it only took him three seconds to deal with this mob of rabble.
Seven or eight thugs were all rolling on the damp, cold floor tiles, clutching their broken bones and wailing miserably like slaughtered pigs, unable even to stand up.
The fight subsided far too quickly, so fast that the wind around them seemed to have stagnated.
With her back against the red brick wall, Gwen stood frozen on the spot.
Initially, she only hoped that a classmate could help shout for patrollers or quickly dial the police emergency number.
She never expected that Wen Bo, bare-handed, would knock down all the armed guys in the blink of an eye.
Even if her father, who served as the police Director, went out in person without a gun, it would be impossible to win so cleanly.
The seemingly gentle and weak desk-mate in front of her possessed martial skills that had reached an unimaginable level.
Wen Bo shook the floating dust off his wrists, strode over to Gwen, and wore a gentle smile on his face: "Done, classmate Gwen, the trouble on the ground has been cleaned up."
Gwen snapped out of her daze, hurriedly tidied her blonde hair that had been blown messy by the wind, and repeatedly thanked him: "Tha... Thank you, classmate Wen Bo!"
The coldness on the young girl's face vanished like smoke in thin air, and her gaze towards Wen Bo was filled with sincere gratitude.
Looking at Wen Bo's sunny and delicate face, Gweninexplicably felt a bit more closeness in her heart.
Upholding the principle of striking while the iron is hot, Wen Bo naturally reached out and grabbed Gwen's soft, tender, and slender palm: "Let's go, this scum on the ground is sickening to look at, don't ruin your good mood."
Gwen's little hand was soft, and holding it in his palm felt delicate to the touch.
If one wanted to narrow the distance between two people, proper physical contact was always the most direct method.
Of course, the premise was that the other party was in a state of having just been rescued and full of trust.
Holding hands at this moment was completely Water arriving and the channel being formed.
Held by Wen Bo's warm palm, White Gwen's earlobes instantly flushed with a faint layer of pink.
Her heart felt like a little deer running around wildly.
Growing up this big, this was the first time she had been pulled along like this by a boy of the same age.
Wen Bo's straight and upright figure walking in front gave her an unprecedented sense of security.
This feeling of being sheltered made the budding high school girl somewhat fascinated.
The two walked out of the dim and cramped alley and came to the wide main street bustling with traffic.
Under the dusk, passing pedestrians and vehicles were endless.
Citizens passing by saw this pair of young men and women walking side-by-side, casting amazed glances one after another, and couldn't help whispering praises that they were a match made in heaven.
Floating into her ears were the passerby's praises, making the blush on Gwen's cheeks even thicker as she lowered her head slightly, shy like a freshly blossomed flower.
As soon as they stepped onto the spacious sidewalk, Wen Bo very naturally let go of Gwen's hand.
Pursuing girls required a sense of proportion; knowing when to advance and retreat was the mark of an expert.
If one pestered blindly like a starved ghost, it would only arouse disgust.
Being a bootlicker was even a dead end, and the pure-love war gods often collapsed on the spot.
Things that were too easy to obtain were often the least cherished.
Only an unservile and unarrogant posture, moving forward and backward freely, could truly attract a girl's attention.
Wen Bo stopped, smiled, and waved at Gwen: "It's safe once we're on the avenue. My home is on the way in another direction, so I'll head out first, see you at school tomorrow."
After speaking, Wen Bo turned and walked away, his steps brisk.
Gwen was directly stunned on the roadside.
She completely didn't expect Wen Bo to leave so cleanly and neatly.
Normally, if a boy at school spoke a single sentence to her, he could be excited for half a day.
If someone helped her with such a big favor, they would definitely seize the opportunity to climb up, inviting her for coffee or escorting her home.
There had never been anyone like Wen Bo who turned around and left right after saving someone, without even a single sentence of redundant nonsense.
This style of not playing according to routine completely aroused Gwen's curiosity.
Mysterious, powerful, calm.
This Asian desk-mate seemed different from all the ordinary boys around.
Gwen recovered her wits and stammered a shout toward the receding back figure: "See... See you tomorrow!"
Gazing at Wen Bo's figure disappearing around the street corner, Gwen stood in place and muttered to herself: "What a weird fellow..."
Wen Bo leaving in such a hurry wasn't because he was deliberately playing hard to get.
It was because he was really in a hurry.
Under the crooked-neck tree in the abandoned construction site next door, there were a full one hundred thousand US dollars waiting for him to harvest!
Wen Bo took a shortcut and returned to his cheap rental apartment first.
He changed out of his school uniform, put on an inconspicuous dark black hoodie, and fastened a mask tightly over his face.
Blending his whole person into the night, he quickened his pace toward the abandoned industrial park in the suburbs.
The so-called neighboring factory was actually nearly three kilometers away from his residence.
This area was an old heavy industry factory district left over from the last century, located in a remote and desolate suburb, filled everywhere with rusted factories and overgrown weeds.
After nightfall, there wasn't even a street lamp here, and normally not even half a living figure could be seen.
The park covered a large area, with large patches of miscellaneous trees planted inside and outside.
If he rummaged around blindly like a headless fly, he wouldn't find the money bag even by dawn.
Wen Bo didn't wander around blindly.
According to the information in the deduction, his simulated self had gone out for a walk at nine o'clock at night and picked it up.
The original body had a withdrawn personality, and his usual fixed walking route was just the path beside two abandoned railway tracks.
Wen Bo checked along the daily stroll route in his memory step by step.
Hard work pays off.
Before 8:40 PM, Wen Bo discovered an old, withered maple tree leaning in a pile of broken bricks beside a collapsed workshop wall.
And at the corner between the rough tree roots, there unexpectedly lay a bulging black moisture-proof plastic bag!
Wen Bo dashed forward in a few strides and reached out to lift the heavy package.
Pulling open the plastic zipper to take a look.
Inside, bundles of green US banknotes were neatly stacked, exuding an enticing ink fragrance!
Wen Bo chuckled aloud: "Pies falling from the sky, I will unceremoniously accept this money with a smile."
He smoothly zipped it up, tucked it under his arm, displayed his extraordinary martial skills, and disappeared silently into the weeds in a few leaps.
Less than five minutes after Wen Bo left.
A low car engine sound rang out in the dark night.
A dilapidated pickup truck quietly stopped on the periphery of the abandoned factory area.
The car door pushed open, and three sturdy, fierce-looking gang members stepped down.
The leading stalwart man was similarly carrying an identical black waterproof bag in his hand, which was filled with high-grade contraband flour of extremely high purity.
They were desperados who specialized in dead-drop transactions here.
The buyer first placed the cash at a secret marked location, the seller left the goods after confirming the money had arrived, and the buyer came back to pick up the goods.
Both parties did not meet throughout the entire process, thereby avoiding police undercover agents and being caught red-handed.
This set of underground unwritten rules had been running for a long time and had always been foolproof.
The three gang thugs turned on a weak flashlight beam and crept stealthily to the bottom of the withered tree.
However, in the crevice of the tree roots where the huge amount of cash should have been placed, it was completely empty at this moment, not even a hair was left.
The expression of the leading gang boss instantly sank.
"Damn it, where is the money?!"
"Big brother, could it be that the buyer stood us up and intends to get our goods for nothing with empty hands?" The henchman beside him tightened his grip on the short gun at his waist.
"For nothing? In your dreams!"
The boss spat a mouthful of saliva, cursed fiercely, grabbed the goods in his hand, turned his head and drilled back into the pickup truck, stepped on the gas pedal, and roared away.
They took the goods away.
The unlucky buyer waiting in secret at another location for the handover was full of question marks at this moment, having no idea what mishap had occurred.
On the other side.
Wen Bo had long carried the spoils of war back to his cozy and narrow cheap rental apartment.
Locking the door tightly and drawing the curtains firmly.
Wen Bo dumped all the US banknotes in the black package onto the small wooden table in one go and carefully counted them again.
Exactly ten bundles, ten thousand per bundle, totaling one hundred thousand US dollars in cash, not a single cent missing!
The simulator truly does not deceive me!
Wen Bo flicked the brand-new banknotes casually, his mood incomparably cheerful.
With this huge sum of one hundred thousand US dollars as a living guarantee, the problem of food expenses was completely and readily solved.
After awakening spider superpowers, his body consumed calories at high intensity every moment.
Tomorrow morning, he could go to the high-end supermarket to make a massive purchase of top-grade Angus beef and fresh deep-sea fish, supplementing the highest-quality nutrients for this body possessing thirty tons of potential.
Tucking the money properly into the secret compartment under the bed to hide it well.
Wen Bo washed up, leaned cozily against the head of the bed, and cast his attention back to the countdown panel at the edge of his vision.
The long cooling-off time of eleven hours had unconsciously come to an end.
The numbers in his vision jumped and returned to zero.
A cold yet affectionate mechanical prompt rang out in his mind at the appropriate time.
[ Cooling-off time has ended. Would you like to conduct a new simulation? ]
Chapter 12: Ambushing Ice Man, Hand-crafting Bulletproof Battle Suit
Looking at the light blue system handwriting jumping out in his field of vision, a trace of a smile appeared at the corner of Wen Bo's mouth.
Without the slightest hesitation, he clearly issued an instruction in his mind: "Confirm activation."
[Instruction received. Please select three simulation talents from the following options, and the deduction is about to begin.]
Rows of brand-new talent entries spread out before his eyes like bamboo shoots after a spring rain.
[Child of Destiny] (Gold - Reserved)
[Optimist] (White)
[Short-lived Ghost] (White)
[Fast Gunslinger] (Green)
...
A total of twenty random entries were neatly arranged.
Wen Bo's gaze swept across quickly, examining the attribute effects of each entry one by one.
Except for the already locked gold ceiling [Child of Destiny], this time no purple ones were refreshed in the card pool; instead, two blue talents and three green talents were refreshed, and the rest were all a bunch of mediocre white boards.
[Raging Outlaw (Green): You have a violent temper and are easily provoked by the enemy's verbal provocations. After falling into a state of rage, your destructive power will receive a certain increase.]
Wen Bo shook his head slightly; isn't this just a classic low-tier Berserker?
Trading IQ and sanity for a weak bit of melee lethality, easily getting hot-headed and doing stupid things, and possibly directly sending one's head, the disadvantages outweigh the advantages, so decisively abandon it.
[Inherently Aloof (Green): You are naturally emotionally indifferent, indifferent to people and things in the outside world, and at the same time, you cannot perceive the emotion of fear.]
Stripping away emotions while immunizing against the negative status of fear can be considered a passive skill to defend against mental confusion.
Choosing this in reality might turn one into a cold-blooded monster, but loading it onto the tool-person clone in the simulator can act as a status-immunity pendant, though the priority is not very high.
[Double Happiness (Green): Your future spouse will definitely give birth to a healthy pair of fraternal twins for you.]
Seeing this option, Wen Bo couldn't help but twitch the corners of his eyes twice.
Good heavens, even child-bearing talents have popped out.
He isn't going over to act as a delivery child boy; with a formidable enemy right in front, instead of raising his martial power value, should he give birth to twins for Kingpin to capture as hostages? It's purely a useless piece of trash meant for laughs, skip directly.
Afterwards, his gaze fell on two entries emitting a lustrous blue light.
[Ascetic (Blue): You have a nearly paranoid desire for tyrannical power. You will continuously break through physical limits through high-intensity self-polishing, greatly accelerating the realization speed of physical potential.]
Suitable for the current development rhythm.
Right now, there is a treasure trove of spider genes exceeding thirty tons hidden within his body, and he urgently needs this tireless Ascetic madman attribute to deeply mine it.
[Scholar (Blue): You possess excellent scientific research literacy and sharp thinking for exploring things and principles, and you are good at discovering the hidden mechanisms and microscopic structures of your own abilities.]
This belongs to a research and development type of entry.
Aside from brute force, the spider bloodline also has multiple attributes like spider silk, gecko adhesion, and biological force fields. Coupled with the Scholar's research ability, it might just produce unexpected surprises.
After a round of weighing options, the train of thought became clear and distinct.
The green entries were all just a bunch of add-ons with large side effects or completely irrelevant.
To steadily impact the S-Rank evaluation, the two blue entries were the best answer.
Wen Bo immediately chanted silently in his heart: "Select [Child of Destiny], [Ascetic], [Scholar]!"
[Initial talents loaded! Life deduction officially sets sail!]
[Day 1: Driven by the two auxiliary talents, you initiated rigorous physical training, tirelessly tempering your physique.]
[Simultaneously, you attempted to analyze the ejection structure of the spider silk within your body from biochemical and mechanical angles. On the way home from school, you continued to walk side by side with Gwen, getting along more and more harmoniously, and your tacit understanding deepened.]
...
[Day 4: Based on past intelligence, you clearly knew that today a super criminal codenamed Ice Man would sneak into the school to create a bloody tragedy.]
[Without waiting for the opponent to approach the teaching building, you carried a heavy piece of steel reinforcement in advance and squatted in the dark green belt outside the school gate.]
[As soon as Ice Man sneaked into the corner, you decisively launched a sneak attack from behind, knocking him out on the spot with a single strike and shattering his jaw. You casually dragged this trophy into the nearby Queens branch office, successfully claiming the public security reward bonus of thirty thousand US dollars.]
Seeing the log of Day 4, Wen Bo couldn't help laughing out loud.
With thirty tons of divine power on his body, coupled with grandmaster-level combat skills, he actually still went into the bushes to camp and hit a sap.
This wave of operation truly brought the essence of a veteran lurker to its peak.
No matter what kind of ice superpower you have, in front of a frontal strike with thirty tons of force, you can't even make a spell-casting motion.
Moreover, after knocking him out, turning around to send him to the police station in exchange for thirty thousand US banknotes, squeezing the villain's remaining value clean and dry—capitalists would have to stand up and applaud upon seeing this.
[Day 11: Under the deep analysis of the [Scholar] talent, your mastery of the spider silk gland achieved a breakthrough.]
[You learned to manipulate microscopic protein fibers to instantly intertwine and form on the surface of your skin, condensing out of thin air a pure white spider silk battle suit that closely adheres to your body. This battle suit can completely shield your facial features and fingerprint characteristics, perfectly hiding your true identity.]
Wen Bo nodded repeatedly with satisfaction.
The effect of the scientific research talent was manifested.
In the past, mutated heroes had to buy spandex suits themselves or wear pull-over masks when going out to cause trouble, and if they were slightly careless, their flaws would be caught on camera.
Now carrying a built-in wardrobe feature, with just a thought, you could put on a fully covered combat uniform, pulling stealthiness directly to the maximum.
[Month 2: You were intoxicated by the infinite development of your physical body, sweating profusely every day. Under the blessing of the Ascetic, your limit output steadily climbed to thirty-two tons.]
[Month 4: Without a shred of laxity, your full-power burst value smoothly broke through to the thirty-four-ton mark!]
[This month, Spider-Woman wearing a black and white hooded spandex suit officially made her debut on the front pages of major newspapers; you knew very well in your heart that the person under the mask was Gwen.]
[Because you buried your head in seclusion day after day to polish your strength, the number of times you went out alone with Gwen decreased by more than half. Gwen, who had nowhere to consume her excess physical energy, could only wander and patrol at night every day, venting all her energy on street criminals. The mighty name of Spider-Woman spread across Brooklyn for a time.]
For four whole months, pure strength was once again forcefully raised by four tons.
The willpower of the Ascetic was truly fierce and ruthless; facing a stunning siren like Gwen lingering around, he could actually restrain his instincts and become wholeheartedly obsessed with fitness unable to extricate himself.
But this was also quite good; the harder oneself in the simulation worked, the more astonishing the pure physical gains obtained in reality during settlement would be.
Wen Bo held his breath and concentrated, continuing to browse downwards.
[Month 6: By reviewing massive amounts of polymer material literature, you optimized the molecular chain arrangement of the spider silk protein, successfully knitting a 2.0 upgraded version of the bulletproof battle suit.]
[The new battle suit incorporated a complex shock-absorbing honeycomb structure, which could not only prevent sharp blade cutting and direct hits from assault rifle bullets, but also vastly disperse and unload the impact kinetic energy of heavy bullets.]
[The only shortcoming lay in the complicated microscopic weaving process, making it impossible to form garments instantly; each time it condenses and forms, it requires more than ten minutes.]
Chapter 13: Picking Up Vibranium, Peter Acknowledges an Older Brother
Although this upgraded suit took a bit of time to condense and form, Wen Bo's heart was still filled with joy.
The benefits brought by the [Scholar] talent were truly astonishing.
Relying on in-depth analysis of microstructures, he directly hand-crafted a high-specification bulletproof combat suit.
Conventional bulletproof armor sold on the market, although capable of stopping the penetration of ordinary bullets, found it difficult to dissipate the incoming kinetic impact.
Many people, even when hit while wearing heavy body armor, easily had their ribs shattered by the shock, and their internal organs would also suffer significant blunt trauma.
This second-generation pure white suit was completely different.
Inside the spider silk protein fibers, there was a dense honeycomb energy-absorbing structure distributed, which could decompose and digest the impact force layer by layer, eliminating the risk of internal injuries.
More crucially, the entire suit provided full-coverage protection, with no joint weaknesses exposed to the outside.
Wen Bo felt somewhat tempted looking at it, wishing he could quickly get a set in reality as well.
The deduction text in his field of vision continued to refresh.
[Month 7: You cultivated diligently day and night, constantly tempering your physique and tapping into your genetic potential. Your limit explosive force climbed to thirty-seven tons.]
[Month 11: Amidst uninterrupted arduous cultivation, your limit strength broke through to a full forty tons. At the same time, you noticed that the momentum of your strength growth began to slow down, and your physical potential seemed to have touched its first layer bottleneck.]
Wen Bo supported his chin with one hand, looking thoughtful.
In the previous few months, he could steadily increase his strength by one ton basically every month.
In the later stage, after four whole months of hard training, his strength only increased by three tons, and the growth rate slowed down visibly to the naked eye.
Wen Bo had been mentally prepared for this long ago.
Although spider genes were excellent, after all, they were not like a Kryptonian, a bottomless pit that grew stronger by endlessly basking in the sun.
When a mortal body fused with mutant factors, it would sooner or later hit a physiological ceiling.
As for what tonnage the limit of spider abilities truly lay at, it still required further testing.
[Month 12: On your way wandering after school, you passed by downstairs of the Notting Apartment on Queen Street. The police were organizing personnel to round up the Ten Rings thugs who had sneaked in here.]
[Both sides exchanged intense gunfire, and two felony suspects took advantage of the chaos to escape through the window. You quietly followed behind, knocked the fugitives unconscious in two strokes, and confiscated a Vibranium short blade from their portable suitcase.]
[Afterwards, you sent the two thugs back to the police station entrance and collected a bounty of thirty thousand US dollars. In the same month, you successfully passed the assessment and were admitted to Empire State Universityin New York.]
Seeing this log entry, Wen Bo's eyes suddenly lit up.
Going out for a stroll, he actually managed to pick up a piece of Vibranium cold weapon while pocketing it along the way.
Vibranium was one of the top-tier hardcore energy-absorbing metals in the Marvel Universe.
Black Panther's battle suit claws and Captain America's round shield had this thing as their core material.
Taking a sharp blade forged from Vibranium as a close-combat weapon, its defense-breaking ability would instantly soar by several tiers.
Going out and picking up divine gear was clearly the golden talent [Child of Destiny] exerting force in secret once again.
Wen Bo silently noted down this address in his heart: Notting Apartment on Queen Street.
The Ten Rings was a group of mercenary armed forces that kidnapped Tony Stark in the desert back then.
Although they were heavily cleansed by Stark driving his battle suit, there were still some desperate remnant members fleeing to New York.
Since these guys were lurking in Notting Apartment in the twelfth month, it meant they most likely had already moved in right now.
Once this round of simulation deduction ended, Wen Bocould completely take advantage of the night to conduct an on-site investigation of this apartment.
If he was lucky, he could also claim this rare weapon as his own in reality ahead of time.
As for the operation of knocking out criminals and stopping by the police station to collect thirty thousand dollars in bounty money, the corners of Wen Bo's mouth raised slightly.
Pocketing things along the way while not forgetting to be frugal, this completely conformed to his consistent pragmatic principle.
Fulfilling his wallet while combating evil, it was the best of both worlds.
What made Wen Bo feel even more at ease in his heart was the timeline.
He successfully crossed the ghost gate of the eleventh month.
Unlike the last deduction where he was flown over from mid-air by Homelander and wiped out on the spot.
Facts proved that his speculation was completely accurate.
The reason why the previous round brought about a fatal disaster was purely because the small note passed over by Queen Maeve stimulated Homelander's perverted and distorted possessiveness.
In this round, he deliberately stayed away from all celebrity meet-and-greets, completely cutting off intersection. Homelander naturally had no reason to cross regions to cause trouble for him.
Eliminating the threat of this psychiatric giant baby, Wen Bo let out a long sigh of relief, feeling extremely comfortable in his mood.
[Month 13: A masked vigilante named Spider-Manappeared on the streets of New York.]
[During a patrol, a misunderstanding arose. Peter Parkermistook you, clad in a white battle suit, for a criminal and jumped out from the dark to launch a surprise attack. You blocked with one hand and counter-shocked, and the terrifying freakish strength you displayed sent Peter flying back several meters.]
[After the misunderstanding was clarified, Peter was awestruck by your strength, regarded you as his guiding idol, and frequently came to your door to seek advice on combat skills.]
[Because Peter spun around you all day long, coupled with the fact that you usually devoted your heart and soul to arduous cultivation and rarely accompanied Gwen, Gwen grew jealous in her heart and began a unilateral cold war with you.]
Wen Bo couldn't help but chuckle.
Only thirteen months in, and high school student Peter Parker had officially debuted.
The fledgling Little Spider had at most seven or eight tons of pure wrist strength.
Running into an old hand like him with a forty-ton output, being subdued in a single move was purely within reason.
As for Little Spider being too clingy, causing Gwen to get jealous, Wen Bo shook his head with a wry smile.
Concentrating solely on becoming stronger and shunning women truly required paying a family price.
[Month 15: Under continuous arduous cultivation and tempering, your limit strength steadily climbed to forty-three tons.]
[You tried to study the traits of spider silk through the [Scholar] talent, attempting to make the protein spider silk you spat out instantly harden into crystal spikes as hard as steel. Unfortunately, limited by your current biochemical knowledge reserves, the hardening molecular formula failed to be successfully deduced, and the research was temporarily shelved.]
Wen Bo touched his chin and pondered.
Spider silk hardening could be considered a high-order form.
Once this method was mastered, not only could he casually condense sharp and tough weapons, but he could also fling the hardened spider silk at high speed as a silent hidden weapon.
Killing without a trace, impossible to guard against.
Unfortunately, he was currently stuck on scientific knowledge; it seemed he would have to find opportunities in the future to supplement more high-order scientific research-type talents.
Chapter 14: Blood-Stained Chitauri, Rampaging Sixty Tons!
Wen Bo knew very well that relying solely on a blue-quality [Scholar] talent, it was indeed difficult to cross the technical barriers of top-tier biochemical science.
Being able to hand-craft a second-generation bulletproof suit was already a very good gain, so he shouldn't be too greedy.
The text on the panel jumped happily again.
[Sixteenth Month: In order to completely capture your heart, Gwen actively packed her luggage and moved into your residence, and the two of you began cohabiting.]
[You originally intended to focus wholeheartedly on bitter training, but facing the blonde beauty day and night, your mind eventually wavered, and you failed to resist this wave of gentle offensive.]
[Seventeenth Month: In your daily interactions of sharing weal and woe, Gwen keenly perceived your extraordinary physique and endurance, concluding that you were also a superhuman.]
[You no longer concealed it, directly revealing a pure physical strength of up to more than forty tons, leaving Gwen's jaw dropping in shock. The two completely laid bare their identities, knowing that both of them were spider-powered individuals.]
[Gwen's current limit wrist strength was only thirteen tons. Facing you, a humanoid behemoth, she developed a deep reliance on your terrifying strength.]
Wen Bo nodded slightly.
In seventeen months, Gwen grew to an output of thirteen tons, which could be considered the development curve of a standard Spider-Woman.
However, compared to his freakish strength of over forty tons, she was indeed not in the same tier.
[Nineteenth Month: Your combat moves encountered a bottleneck, and ordinary sparring with experts could not bring new insights. You chose to pour all your energy back into the excavation of pure strength, starting hellish bitter training.]
[Twentieth Month: Under non-stop crazy weight-bearing day and night, your ultimate explosive power climbed to forty-six tons. You perceived once again that the momentum of strength growth slowed down further.]
Wen Bo pondered inwardly.
It took a full five months to increase three tons of strength; the further back it went, the harder it was to chew through.
Moreover, fist and foot techniques were also stuck at a barrier, urgently needing a fierce battle to break the ceiling.
[Twenty-first Month: The Evil God Loki led a massive alien fleet to descend on Manhattan, the Avengersassembled, and the Battle of New York broke out in an all-around way.]
[In order to save your life in the ruins, you put on the second-generation pure White battle suit and charged into the battlefield. Relying on superb strength and extraordinary moves, you fought back and forth through the alien army.]
[The fierce battle was long and cruel. You were covered in injuries, and the pure White spider-silk battle suit was completely soaked with alien foul blood and your own blood, turning into deep red. Your fierce and sharp killing style and blood-colored figure spread across the worldthrough helicopter live broadcasts.]
[You became famous throughout the city and were privately called the bloody Grim Reaper by citizens. Under the baptism of the fierce battle, your move standard broke through the shackles and officially entered the grandmaster realm.]
Wen Bo couldn't help praising.
The Chitauri army invading New York happened to become a perfect training ground for farming experience.
The grandmaster-level close-combat realm could completely walk sideways in the mortal combat world, and fighting giants like Kingpin relied precisely on this skill.
[Twenty-fourth Month: The Spider Queen Soria secretly descended on New York, casting evil magic to erode Peter Parker into a giant eight-legged spider that lost its reason.]
[You decisively took action to suppress and subdue the mutated Peter raw, raising your prestige to a higher level. Peter subsequently molted and shed its skin, turning back into a human appearance.]
[Twenty-fifth Month: You persevered in honing your physique, pushing your ultimate explosive power to forty-nine tons. The insidious Spider Queen utilized Peter's shed mutated biological tissue to develop a large-scale spreading spider virus.]
[Twenty-sixth Month: The Spider Queen drove tens of thousands of sources of infection to sweep across New York, countless citizens throughout the city were infected, and alienated into brutal semi-spider monsters.]
[After absorbing the endless life source force of the monsters, the Spider Queen's combat power skyrocketed crazily. In an encounter battle, the Queen captured you alive and forcibly injected deadly toxins into your body.]
[You lost your sanity and alienated into a rampaging spider monster, wreaking havoc on the streets. Due to your peerless combat power, the Queen valued you exceptionally and appointed you as the legion leader of the spider kingdom.]
[Under the protection of the golden god-level talent [Child of Destiny], your genes underwent a miraculous resistance mutation, stubbornly shaking off the virus erosion, molting, shedding skin, and gaining a new lease on life.]
[At the same time as your sanity completely recovered, your physical pure strength directly skyrocketed to sixty tons, and your potential upper limit was greatly broadened.]
[The Queen found that you had recovered your sobriety and pounced over again wanting to infect you a second time, only to find that permanent antibodies had already been generated in your body. The exasperated Queen killed you on the spot.]
...
[This life simulation has ended! Survival time is twenty-six months, cooldown countdown: twenty-six hours!]
[The final rating for this simulation is: S-Rank!]
[The rating has reached S-Rank, you can permanently solidify a talent of golden or below into your reality body!]
[Please select a talent to retain, and it will definitely be refreshed in the next deduction!]
[Extracting the results of this simulation and synchronizing them to the reality host body!]
The handwriting flashed past.
A massive amount of strengthening energy instantly poured into Wen Bo's meridians and bone marrow!
Sixty tons of ultimate giant strength!
The spider gene potential with a broadened upper limit!
The manufacturing blueprint of the second-generation bulletproof spider-silk battle suit!
Grandmaster-level close-combat master skills!
Wen Bo's joints all over his body emitted continuous crisp cracks like popping beans, and every cell was baptized and reorganized by robust vitality.
In just a few seconds, his physique acquired sixty tons of pure physical explosive power, capable of tearing a heavy armored vehicle into iron sheet waste paper with a single hand.
A true humanoid tyrannosaurus.
More crucially, the genetic locks inside his body were completely shattered, and his future strength growth space became even broader.
Massive and exquisite grandmaster-level fighting moves and force-exerting techniques were deeply engraved into his brain, turning into physical instincts.
Going to face top thugs again, even with just an ordinary person's strength, he could calmly dismantle the other party's joint defense line.
At the same time, microscopic weaving knowledge of the spider-silk battle suit appeared in his mind.
His palms could spit out tough threads like flowing water, condensing sturdy close-fitting armor around his body anytime and anywhere.
This ability to spit silk from ten fingers was quite similar to the heroine Cindy Moon in Marvel, sparing him the tediousness of external launchers.
Clenching his fists and feeling the abundant, majestic vitality within his body, a reassuring smile appeared at the corner of Wen Bo's mouth.
Chapter 15: Invulnerable to Blades and Guns, Solidify Golden Talent!
Wen Bo flexed his ten fingers, a subtle, dense warmth faintly rippling across the surface of his body.
The profound mystery behind the second qualitative change in the use of spider silk lay entirely within the skin, flesh, bones, and blood of his entire body.
At this moment, it was not just his palms and wrists that could eject silk threads; the hundreds of millions of pore cells all over his body could obey his mental commands to secrete a special, tough protein.
The protein silk threads ejected from his palms possessed the most fierce momentum, suitable for flying and swinging through the air for travel and long-distance binding of powerful enemies.
The delicate substance oozed from the surface cells of his torso and limbs, although lacking strong catapult kinetic energy, was the best material for constructing close-fitting body armor.
Not only could it form a tight defense wrapping around his entire body in the blink of an eye, but it was also seamlessly integrated with his limb movements without any sluggishness.
Looking across all awakened ones with the spider bloodline, being able to develop microscopic regulation to this level, Wen Bo was definitely one of a kind.
According to normal mutation development, a mortal physical body would simply find it impossible to figure out cell-level biochemical weaving methods.
This was entirely the [Scholar] Talent exerting force in secret, relying on rigorous microscopic analytical logic to forcibly elevate the secretion mechanism by a full technological dimension.
The talent traits gifted by the system were indeed quite useful.
Having completed this layer of deep development, condensing the first-generation 1.0 simple battle suit could already be achieved as the mind desired.
With a slight movement of his thoughts.
The pores all over Wen Bo's body instantly oozed thousands of white fine threads, crisscrossing on the body surface like flowing water.
In less than half a second, a plain white close-fitting outfit wrapped him tightly from head to toe.
Entirely snow-white, with distinct layers of silk-wrapped traces appearing on the exterior, from a distance it looked like a walking mummy, and even his facial features and eyebrows were completely covered.
Although this basic version had simple workmanship and could not be considered very exquisite, its advantage lay in being formed in the blink of an eye, allowing him to instantly put it on to keep his identity confidential when encountering sudden conflicts.
Wen Bo's thoughts shifted, and the white threads attached to his body all fell off and broke.
The fine broken threads that fell on the floor, upon contacting the air for just a short moment, silently turned into transparent gas and evaporated completely, leaving not even a trace behind.
Immediately after, Wen Bo began to test the 2.0 version battle suit with better defensive performance.
The spider silk secreted from his body surface became increasingly thick and tough, like a group of agile white butterflies circling and flying around his body.
The internal complex honeycomb-like energy-absorbing grids were stacked layer upon layer, precisely interlocking.
Due to the complicated microscopic structure, the entire weaving process lasted a full fifteen minutes.
Accompanied by the last section of fiber falling into place and closing, a fully enclosed high-tier battle armor appeared in front of the dressing mirror.
The surface of the entire armor was flat and smooth, with almost no trace of manual weaving visible at all, and its texture was completely comparable to military-grade polymer composite bulletproof combat uniforms.
A light gray spider totem faintly emerged at the center of his chest, pure white all over, exuding a stern aura of keeping strangers at a distance.
Wen Bo stretched his limb joints; it was lightweight, close-fitting, and allowed free movement.
The appearance was handsome and cool, and the protective effect was even more astonishing.
To verify the actual damage-bearing upper limit of the battle armor, Wen Bo casually picked up the sharp meat-cutting knife on the kitchen chopping board, his arm suddenly exerted force, and he fiercely slashed it toward his left forearm.
A grim and cold glint flashed through the air.
Crack!
Accompanied by a crisp snapping sound.
The hard alloy steel knife shattered into two pieces on the spot, and the splashing broken blade fragments spun and stabbed into the thick wooden tabletop, emitting a violent humming vibration.
Wen Bo lowered his head to check the stressed forearm.
The surface of the pure white armor was as smooth as before, without leaving even a trace of a faint white mark.
Wen Bo nodded with satisfaction.
The two sets of outfits each had their own duties and wonderful uses.
The 1.0 simple version was ready at a call, suitable for hiding facial features and running away in emergencies.
The 2.0 reinforced version was as solid as a rock, suitable for pre-deploying defenses before confronting heavily armed enemies head-on.
Wen Bo pondered inwardly, wondering what kind of astonishing qualitative change the spider physique and close-fitting battle armor would welcome in the future if he could roll higher-level scientific research traits, or even golden divine-level scientific research talents.
The harvest of this simulation was bountiful beyond imagination.
His pure physical output skyrocketed to sixty tons, the upper limit of his potential was completely shattered, close-quarters combat stepped into the grandmaster hall, and he even unlocked cell-level silk-spinning methods and bulletproof combat uniforms.
Not only that, but the deduction also unexpectedly locked onto a rare Vibranium short weapon left behind by the Ten Rings hidden inside Notting Apartment on Queen Street.
These were all solid trump cards for saving his life.
Wen Bo cast aside distracting thoughts and reviewed the tragic encounters in the second half of the deduction.
After the Chitauri army invaded New York, Spider Queen Soria, who burst out of nowhere, became the primary culprit that ended this deduction.
Especially with her outrageous act of forcibly detaining him and conferring him as the Spider King, Wen Bo was full of helplessness.
Looking too likable really made it easy to attract trouble.
First Queen Maeve stuffed a small note, and later the Spider Queen snatched a bridegroom in the street.
However, in this upheaval, he could also be considered to have turned a misfortune into a blessing.
Although he was carelessly tricked for a moment, under the protection of the fortune of the [Child of Destiny], he managed to survive the virus erosion with his astonishing self-healing foundation, completing a rebirth by shedding his shell.
This operation of breaking out of the cocoon into a butterfly not only earned him permanent virus antibodies, but also boosted his pure output by eleven tons from forty-nine tons in one breath, directly charging to the peak of sixty tons.
It was a pity that the Spider Queen was a complete yandere madwoman.
Seeing that the king she had her eyes on regained sobriety and broke out of control, she instantly turned love into hatred and dealt a fatal blow.
When Peter Parker restored his human form, the queen didn't brutally kill him, but when it came to his own turn, she went straight for physical destruction, double-standard to the extreme.
Wen Bo rubbed his temples.
What made the Spider Queen tricky was her unsolvable snowballing mechanism.
The more spider monsters that were transformed, the more massive the life source energy that could be fed back to the queen would be.
After the entire city fell, the queen's combat power had long been elevated to an unimaginable realm, and a punch force of sixty tons was still not enough in front of her.
The water in the Marvel World was indeed unfathomably deep.
Fortunately, this round of deduction directly elevated his strength by thirty tons, equivalent to three times that of Spider-Man in ordinary times.
If the next simulation progressed to the twenty-fourth month again, Wen Bo made up his mind to buy a ticket in advance to evacuate New York.
Anyway, antibodies had already been generated in his body, and staying behind had no room for improvement; it was better to go to other coastal cities for a vacation to avoid the limelight.
Waiting until the Avengers or other celestial-level combat powers cleaned up this big spider, it wouldn't be too late to return to the city to harvest the fruits of victory.
Having calculated and cleared up the subsequent planning, next was the highly anticipated grand finale.
This deduction unprecedentedly won the highest S-Rankevaluation!
Wen Bo possessed a precious authority to permanently solidify a golden divine-level talent onto his real-world body.
The target was without suspense, exactly the golden talent [Child of Destiny]!
Wen Bo's breathing grew slightly hurried.
Once this divine-level trait was solidified, he in real life would also officially become the Child of the Plane.
What was even more critical was that the system had clearly given a reply: although the solidified talent could not directly interfere with the deduction process, it could exercise behind-the-scenes manipulation during the random card pool drawing phase before each deduction started.
Limited by the high-order rules of the simulator, although the fortune bonus would be moderately suppressed, it was still enough to significantly raise the refresh probability of high-tier traits.
With this confidence, when starting simulations from now on, he would no longer have to worry about facing a full screen of white and gray inferior options.
Wen Bo reined in his focus and said in a deep voice in his mind:
"Solidify the golden talent [Child of Destiny]!"
Chapter 16 God-Tier Entry with Maximum Style
[The golden talent [Child of Destiny] has finished solidifying! This talent has permanently integrated into the physical body in reality, and will subsequently be added to the simulation card pool in a random form.]
The moment the system prompt faded.
A wisp of pure golden light fell from the void, plunging straight into Wen Bo's heart.
A faint golden glow flowed endlessly across his body surface, with drifting clouds faintly rising, exuding a somewhat transcendental charm.
The anomaly came quickly and went just as fast.
A few seconds later, the halo completely receded into his body, and Wen Bo entirely returned to his usual appearance.
Wen Bo looked at his reflection in the mirror with some surprise.
As expected of the highest-tier god-tier entry, it even came with its own visual effects upon binding.
Previously, when solidifying the purple combat talent, there was not such a big commotion.
However, from a physical sensory perspective, there was no drastic, soul-transforming swelling pain, and his physique data did not skyrocket. This change in luck was reflected more in a subtle, destined fortune.
After handling the solidification permission, the next step was the routine talent retention.
Right now, two support entries remained in the card pool: [Scholar] and [Ascetic].
Choose one out of two.
If purely discussing the results of this deduction round, [Scholar] developed the second-generation bulletproof combat suit, and its tactical value was far higher than [Ascetic], who simply buried himself in hard training.
However, in the late stage of the deduction, [Scholar], limited by its blue quality, had hit a technical bottleneck in biochemical analysis and could not continue to elevate the physical attributes of spider silk.
If it were just to keep grinding spider abilities, choosing [Ascetic] to increase the speed of strength accumulation seemed safer.
Wen Bo pondered for a moment and did not choose [Ascetic].
The reason was very simple.
The potential of the spider bloodline ultimately had a physiological limit; no matter how desperately one trained, it was impossible to break through infinitely.
Moreover, the spider physique was not flawless.
Regarding striking resistance and severed limb regeneration, spider abilities would still break skin and bleed when facing swords and axes, and their self-healing speed could not be compared with those self-healing maniacs who could regenerate severed arms.
For example, the lizard serum developed by Dr. Connorspossessed the powerful characteristic of regenerating severed limbs, but the downside was that it would mutate people into mindless giant lizards.
If he could subsequently utilize the scientific research and analysis capability of [Scholar] to weed out those fatal flaws, the benefits would undoubtedly be immeasurable.
In the future, if he wanted to dabble in mechanical armor, enhanced serums, or even magic items, research entries were indispensable cornerstones.
Having made up his mind, Wen Bo silently chanted in his heart: "Retain [Scholar]."
[Blue talent [Scholar] retention complete, it will definitely refresh in the next deduction.]
After properly dealing with it, Wen Bo glanced at the system panel in the corner of his vision.
A full twenty-six months of deduction lifespan; converted down, the simulator needed a cooldown of twenty-six hours.
The next deduction round would have to wait until late tomorrow night to start.
Wen Bo walked to the window and pulled open the curtains.
The Sky Screen was deep and dark, and a bright moon hung high above the buildings.
The cool moonlight spilled onto his shoulders, outlining an upright and sharp silhouette.
In a mere two days' time.
He leaped from a skinny, hand-to-mouth high school student into an extraordinary being with sixty tons of pure physical explosive force.
Tearing apart tank armor with his bare hands was already a piece of cake.
Wen Bo clenched his fists, feeling the majestic, volcano-like condensed might beneath his skin and flesh, and the unease in his heart was finally diluted a lot.
But this was still far from enough.
In this fused world of Marvel and The Boys, where gods descended at every turn and alien warships pressed upon the borders, sixty tons of strength was merely getting a ticket to the front-row audience seats.
If he wanted to completely grasp his own safety in his palms, he had to rely on the simulator to continue climbing upward.
Tomorrow just happened to be a good time to make a trip to Notting Apartment on Queen Street.
If the remnants of the Ten Rings were already lurking here, that extremely pure Vibranium short blade was naturally something he had to pocket in advance.
Retracting his gaze, Wen Bo turned over onto the bed and quickly fell into a deep sleep.
...
Early the next morning.
Wen Bo left the house for class according to his usual rhythm.
The senior high school classroom was still somewhat noisy. Wen Bo sat by the window and casually sketched the terrain around Notting Apartment in his notebook.
At this moment, a crisp and pleasant voice came from beside his ear.
"Wen, good morning."
Wen Bo looked up.
Gwen was standing prettily beside the desk, her blonde hair draped softly over her shoulders, carrying a faint smile on her bright and lovely face.
Her body curves were exquisite and distinctive.
He had to admit that Gwen was indeed a girl with great magnanimity.
Sensing Wen Bo's scrutinizing gaze, Gwen's cheeks blushed slightly, and she cleared her throat with a hint of coquettishness.
Wen Bo calmly withdrew his gaze, his face full of openness.
Everyone loves beauty, and appreciating beautiful things was only human nature.
Gwen brushed the loose hair beside her ear, took out a bottle of iced sports drink from her shoulder bag, and generously placed it on Wen Bo's desk.
"This is for you, as a thank-you gift for what happened at the intersection yesterday. Thank you so much for yesterday."
Wen Bo didn't put on false courtesy and reached out to accept the drink.
Human interactions required give and take so that relationships could get closer. Excessive modesty would instead make one appear petty.
The male classmates around saw this scene, and the ballpoint pens in their hands were almost crushed.
"Oh my god, it's only the second day of transferring schools, and the goddess is already proactively giving out drinks?!"
"Who said yesterday that the Asian kid didn't stand a chance? Step out and get beaten!"
Quite a few white girls who usually thought highly of themselves couldn't help but feel sour in low voices, their eyes constantly glancing at Wen Bo's face.
Wen Bo unscrewed the bottle cap, took a sip, and smiled, "It was just a small effort. Being able to bail out classmate Gwen is my honor."
The full-EQ polite remarks sounded exceptionally comforting to the ear.
Gwen pursed her lips and chuckled, revealing neat and dense pearly whites, "In the future, if you encounter trouble with homework or other things, look for me anytime. I will definitely try my best to help you."
"No problem, with a top student like you shielding me, I can rest assured."
The two chatted and laughed for a few sentences, their actions familiar and natural.
A chorus of heartbroken sighs suddenly sounded in the classroom.
After school in the afternoon.
Wen Bo packed up his schoolbag, headed straight to the subway station, and set off for Queen Street.
To keep a low profile, he did not choose to leap through the air across the roofs of buildings, but instead spent two dollars throwing coins into the slot to board an old subway car.
New York's subway swayed back and forth, lingering for more than an hour before finally arriving at its destination.
Wen Bo walked out of the platform, wove through the street for hundreds of meters, and finally saw the Notting Apartment mentioned in the deduction.
This was an old red-brick apartment building with slightly mottled exterior walls, totaling six stories high, appearing completely unremarkable among the surrounding cluster of buildings.
Wen Bo did not rashly break into the stairwell.
The desperate villains of the Ten Rings carried heavy firepower and rare metals with them. Directly knocking on doors door-to-door to investigate was not only inefficient, but also extremely easy to alert the enemy.
Wen Bo circled to the bottom of an abandoned water tower across the street and selected a high point with a broad view and good concealment.
He took out a high-magnification monocular telescope from his bosom and, overlooking from above, carefully investigated the movements of each room window by window.
Time quietly passed.
Having observed for a full hour or more, Wen Bo relied on his extraordinary vision and sharp intuition to successfully lock onto three rooms that exuded oddness.
These three suites still tightly drew their heavy curtains in broad daylight.
Between the curtain gaps of two of those rooms, an obscure gaze would occasionally flash, vigilantly prying into the passing pedestrians on the street downstairs.
Chapter 17: The Water Pipe in the Mature Woman's House Is Leaking
After locking onto the suspicious target, Wen Bo put away his monocular telescope and prepared to take action.
Barging in by directly showing off his true skills was definitely inappropriate.
There were quite a few ordinary citizens living in this building; if he caused a commotion and scared away the prey, it would be much harder to figure out the details later.
Wen Bo turned and slipped into the hardware store at the corner.
He spent dozens of dollars to buy a set of blue maintenance worker overalls to wear over his clothes, carrying a heavy metal toolbox in his hand, lowered the brim of his hat, and stepped into the old, dim hallway of Notting Apartment.
His goal was very clear: to investigate three abnormal residents one by one.
Following the creaking wooden stairs to the east side of the third floor, Wen Bo stood in front of the first suspicious door.
"Thump, thump, thump."
The iron door panel was knocked with a muffled sound.
In less than half a minute, the door clicked and opened a crack.
Standing behind the door was a plump and curvaceous young woman with brown big wavy curly hair and brightly painted red lips.
The woman was only wearing a thin, lightweight light-pink nightgown, and the fabric was faintly translucent.
Seeing a tall, straight young worker with handsome and rugged facial features standing outside the door, the young woman's eyes immediately lit up.
She took the opportunity to push the door wider, greeting him in a soft, tingling tone: "Little brother, is there something urgent about knocking so eagerly?"
Wen Bo expressionlessly raised the toolbox in his hand.
"The tenant downstairs complained that the bathroom ceiling is leaking, suspecting that the water pipe joint upstairs is loose. I am representing the tap water maintenance team to investigate."
The excuse came right to his lips without any flaws.
Hearing this, the young woman covered her mouth and chuckled softly, leaning her body softly against the door frame: "Oh, what a coincidence. Please come in quickly and help me check it carefully."
Wen Bo stepped into the living room, his gaze nonchalantly sweeping across every corner of the room.
The room was exquisitely decorated, and the air was filled with a thick, pungent scent of women's perfume.
The door was casually closed behind him with a bang.
Wen Bo walked into the kitchen and bathroom, looking around, but did not see any contraband items, nor even the slightest trace of a struggle.
This was just the residence of an ordinary single woman.
The young woman stepped in slippers, following closely behind him step by step, gently moistening the corners of her mouth with the tip of her tongue: "Little master, did you find out what's wrong at all?"
"Let's look at the sink first."
Since he was acting, he had to do it completely. Wen Bocrouched down, unscrewed the flashlight, and shone it toward the bottom of the cabinet.
Looking closely, water droplets were actually sizzling and bubbling out at the iron pipe valve.
Wen Bo didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
By a fluke, he actually ran into a water leak point.
Since he was caught in the act, he definitely couldn't get away without fixing it.
Wen Bo took out a wrench and polytetrafluoroethylene tape from the toolbox, skillfully loosened the joint, wrapped it with tape, and locked it again.
The young woman bent over and leaned close to him. The collar was empty, and a large expanse of fair skin was close at hand.
Wen Bo didn't even lift his eyelids, concentrating fully on tightening the screws.
The young woman looked resentful, breathing into his ear in a coquettish voice: "Little brother, do you want me to lend a hand? My craftsmanship is very good."
"No need."
Wen Bo dexterously restored the valve, stood up, and put away the wrench.
"The pipe blockage is fixed, and downstairs will no longer seep water. Sincere thanks, labor plus accessories, two hundred dollars in total."
Even brothers must settle accounts clearly; it was only natural to collect money for working for others.
The young woman was stunned on the spot, blinking incredulously: "Little handsome guy, why are you in such a hurry to leave? Won't you sit down for a cup of coffee and check other places more?"
Wen Bo looked cold and indifferent, his eyes as clear as a carpenter who had just entered the city: "No discount, cash only."
The young woman's face stiffened for a moment, and she gritted her teeth to pull out two crumpled hundred-dollar bills and threw them on the table.
Wen Bo collected the money, put it into his pocket, pulled open the door and left without looking back.
From behind came the young woman's vague, angry curse: "What a stubborn piece of elm wood!"
The first household completely eliminated suspicion.
Drawing the curtains in broad daylight was purely because she was taking a beauty sleep.
Wen Bo walked up the hallway and stopped in front of the doorplate of the middle household on the fourth floor.
"Thump, thump, thump."
The door handle turned gently.
The door panel retracted inward, and the blonde muscular man appearing before his eyes made Wen Bo's heart skip a beat.
Standing one meter eighty-five tall, with meticulously combed blond hair, a sturdy and robust build, his brows carried a sense of righteousness and battle-hardened composure.
Steve Rogers!
Captain America actually lived in this apartment!
Steve was wearing a simple short-sleeved undershirt. Seeing the dusty young repairman outside the door, he smiled friendly: "Young man, it's pretty hot outside, right? Look at all the sweat on your forehead."
Wen Bo looked as usual and pointed to the iron wrench in his hand.
"Just now I helped a neighbor downstairs replace a sewage pipe and worked up a sweat. The tenant downstairs complained about water seeping from the ceiling, so I came to check your water inlet valve."
Steve stepped aside and generously made a gesture of invitation.
The furnishings in the room were extremely crude, even carrying a bit of nostalgic style from seventy years ago.
Scattered in the corners of the floor were several unopened cardboard boxes printed with the S.H.I.E.L.D. logo, obviously having just moved here a few days ago.
Wen Bo instantly understood in his heart.
This veteran superhero had just thawed and awakened from the Arctic ice sheet not long ago, and had not yet fully integrated into modern information society.
Keeping the doors and windows tightly closed on weekdays and secretly observing outside from time to time was purely a reconnaissance habit and anti-espionage alertness developed during World War II.
Wen Bo feignedly knocked on the water meter pipe, exchanged a couple of polite words, and bid farewell to leave.
The second family was also a misunderstanding.
There was only one last target left —— Suite 504 at the end of the fifth floor.
Wen Bo sorted out his emotions and walked to the iron door at the deepest part of the corridor.
"Thump, thump, thump."
The room was silent for a full seven or eight seconds, followed by a rough and fierce roar: "Who is it? What are you knocking for!"
Wen Bo calmly repeated the previous excuse about checking for water leaks.
The person inside the door had no intention of opening it at all, and ruthlessly refused through the iron sheet: "Stop talking nonsense here! The water pipes in my house are very good; I just had someone look at them all this afternoon, get lost!"
The guilty party protesting their innocence too much.
When normal residents encounter a water pipe check, it is absolutely impossible for them to have such a tense and irritable reaction.
Wen Bo did not move away, applied slight force to his palm, and pounded the door panel thumping loud again.
"Click!"
The security door was yanked open, revealing the face of a brawny Middle Eastern man with a fierce, flesh-bound face and stubble.
The brawny man glared with bloodshot eyes and irritably raised his fist: "Are you deaf? I said there's no problem! Get lost and go make trouble somewhere else!"
Wen Bo used the dim hallway lighting to quickly sweep his gaze across the brawny man's right arm.
Below the edge of the rolled-up short sleeves of the other party, a dark special totem faintly appeared —— right in the center of ten interlocking chain rings, two sharp scimitars crossed!
The organizational mark of the Ten Rings!
A trace of a smile flashed across the depths of Wen Bo's eyes.
Found it!
The remnants of the Ten Rings recorded in the deduction log were indeed honestly holed up in this room.
These guys were hiding here, and that Vibranium weapon forged with top energy-absorbing materials must be stuffed in a leather suitcase inside the house.
Vibranium's defense and armor-piercing characteristics were unparalleled. Back then, the veteran Captain Americarelied solely on a semi-finished Vibranium round shield to run amok in modern warfare.
Wen Bo originally planned to retreat for the time being, wait until midnight to put on the White battle suit and sneak back, unnoticeably steal the rare divine equipment, and incidentally call the police to claim the 30,000-dollar bonus.
Wen Bo put on an honest look on his face, just as he was about to open his mouth to cope with a sentence.
But the irritable fellow inside the door wouldn't let it go, and spat a mouthful of thick phlegm on the floor by Wen Bo's feet.
"Yellow monkey, still dare to stand here and watch? If you don't get lost, I'll throw you downstairs to feed the dogs!"
"Bang!"
The iron door was brutally slammed shut with a backhand, stirring up a choking wave of dust that hit Wen Bo's face.
The gentle expression on Wen Bo's face gradually converged and cleared away.
Since you don't know what's good for you.
He originally planned to make a move later, but you insisted on bringing trouble upon yourself right now.
Chapter 18: That Bad Habit of Forcing a Draw Must Be Cured Today
Wen Bo put down the toolbox in his hand, unbuttoned his blue work clothes, dropped them at his feet, and cracked his knuckles.
Inside the room.
The Middle Eastern brute stormed through the entryway and returned to the spacious living room.
Military sleeping bags were scattered across the living room floor, and seven or eight fierce-looking, scarred ruffians sat or stood, their eyes as vigilant as wolves.
Quite a few of them were toying with cold, gleaming daggers in their hands, with loaded pistols tucked at their waists.
A bearded leader raised his eyelids and asked in a deep voice, "Who is outside?"
The Middle Eastern brute scoffed, "Just some dim-witted little handyman claiming to be checking the water pipes. I cursed him right back."
Before his voice faded away.
Knock, knock, knock!
The even rhythm of knocking sounded outside the door once again.
The brute's footsteps froze instantly in place.
A surge of fury rushed straight to his head, and the brute cursed vehemently as he drew the short blade from his waist, "Damn it! You shameless, humble piece of trash, I'm going to bleed you dry today!"
Enraged, the brute strode up to the entryway and reached out, his hand just touching the metal handle.
Boom!
An earth-shattering explosion shook the entire hallway!
The entire sturdy and heavy iron security door was hit head-on as if by a high-speed train; the hinges snapped instantly, and the shattered iron door collapsed inward, carrying a roaring gale!
"Ah!"
The brute barely managed to emit half a scream before his chest was violently struck by the flying door panel. The aftermath of the sixty tons of divine strength smashed him flying out like a cannonball!
He crossed a living room space of a full dozen meters, tracing a straight line of blood in mid-air, and with a loud thud, he smashed deeply into the load-bearing brick wall on the opposite side of the living room!
Brick and stone debris fell rustling down, and the brute slumped in the corner, coughing up blood frantically, most of his ribs broken all over his body.
The seven or eight vigilant thugs in the living room were all scared out of their wits.
Just how much brute force would this take?!
To kick an adult man weighing over two hundred jin, door and all, flying a dozen meters?
Footsteps stepped on the wood fragments, making a crisp sound.
Facing the dust in the room, Wen Bo leisurely strolled in, wearing a harmless and refreshing smile on his face, a mouthful of white teeth flashing under the light.
"Sorry, the wind through the door crack was too strong just now, I couldn't hold back my temper."
The roomful of desperate criminals felt a chill shooting straight up their spines.
Kicking someone to the brink of life and death with a single kick, yet still able to smile so brightly on the face—how was this a high school student? Clearly, it was a monster wearing human skin!
The bearded leader was the first to react, drawing his gun with eyes split and roaring, "Open fire! Tear him apart!"
Those drawing blades drew blades, and those pulling guns pulled guns.
Three or four pitch-black pistols instantly aimed at the doorway.
The fraction of a second before the muzzles were raised, Wen Bo's figure directly vanished out of thin air on the spot.
Master-level footwork paired with Spider-Sense!
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Muzzle flashes flickered violently in the dim living room, and bullets sprayed wildly like splashing water.
However, Wen Bo's figure, like a trace of elusive white smoke, swiftly wove through the narrow gaps between the furniture in unbelievable zigzag lines.
The bullets crackled and tore apart the coffee table, television, and glass windows beside him, ricocheting sparks flying everywhere, yet they didn't even graze a shred of Wen Bo's clothing.
Within a few blinks, Wen Bo had already slipped right up to the face of the gunman firing straight ahead.
Wen Bo raised his palm with a smile, "You haven't even used your basic attacks yet, and you're already in such a rush to unleash your ultimate moves. Is that reasonable?"
The gunman's eyes were filled with terror as he just wanted to pivot his muzzle.
"Stop! Nobody move!"
A roar full of vigor came howling from the hallway outside the door.
Steve Rogers, who rushed over upon hearing the sound, leaped across the threshold and happened to see the palm about to descend.
Wen Bo couldn't even be bothered to pay attention to the shout behind him.
Slap!
A down-to-earth slap landed solidly on the gunman's side face.
Blood and seven or eight broken teeth drew a parabola in mid-air.
Boom!
This armed ruffian didn't even manage to emit a single groan; spinning, he crashed into and collapsed the mahogany wine cabinet behind him, passing out cold on the spot in the shards of broken glass.
Stop?
Who the hell do you think you are?
Wood chips and broken glass were still clattering down.
The entire room was dead silent.
The remaining six or seven Ten Rings thugs froze in place, cold sweat breaking out straight from the backs of their necks.
The previously arrogant Middle Eastern man was currently plastered into the wall crack like a painting, vomiting blood incessantly.
The thugs holding automatic pistols had wrists shaking like a sieve.
This was simply not a commotion that a normal human could pull off.
They had emptied an entire magazine of bullets without grazing even the edge of the opponent's clothes.
With a casual backhand slap, he directly batted a two-hundred-jin brute flying across half the living room, smashing an entire wall's worth of mahogany cabinets.
"Damn it... What on earth is this kid?"
"Which water company's maintenance worker can dismantle a house with one hand?!"
"Could he be a super Agent sent by Tony Stark to clean house?!"
The Ten Rings desperados completely panicked.
Steve Rogers, who had just rushed in from outside the door, likewise drew a sharp breath of cold air.
Footwork this fast, almost impossible for the naked eye to catch, coupled with terrifying explosive power—he was definitely a superhuman.
Wen Bo patted the dust off his palms.
These guys had no idea that Wen Bo hadn't even used half of his strength just now.
If he had truly maxed out his sixty tons of punching power, the entire old apartment building would have turned into a pile of ruins within three seconds.
Wen Bo kicked off with his feet, instantly cracking the red bricks on the ground.
His figure turned into an afterimage, charging straight into the crowd.
Slaps, straight punches, and sidekicks greeted them in turn.
Screams merged into one continuous sound.
These desperados, who usually killed without blinking, had now become moving human punching bags.
Those swept by the fists spat blood and flew backward on the spot, their tendons and bones broken.
Steve had completely failed to figure out the rights and wrongs of the grievances inside the room.
But the sense of justice deep in his bones did not allow anyone to slaughter wantonly before his eyes.
Steve shouted loudly, "Stop all of you!"
Wielding his circular shield, he lunged into the living room and raised his hand to knock a drawing Ten Rings member crashing to the ground.
Wen Bo raised an eyebrow, the smile on his face slowly fading.
These people had cursed him up and down just now, and Wen Bo was settling accounts with them one by one to vent his anger.
Steve indiscriminately thrust himself into the middle and knocked away the punching bag Wen Bo had locked onto first—what was the meaning of that?
Standing on the high ground of morality at every turn to shout commands, did he really take himself for the commander-in-chief of the whole scene?
Wen Bo never coddled this kind of unreasonable, holier-than-thou act.
Wen Bo exerted force from his waist and hips, sending out a fierce, howling side whip kick.
A harsh sound of wind rippled through the air.
Wen Bo said coldly, "Is it your turn to touch the people I'm going to deal with?"
Steve's heart shook; he never expected the opponent to suddenly turn his spearhead and attack him.
Too fast!
Steve didn't even have time to pull the shield back to his chest before his entire body was swept in the side ribs by the immense kick.
With a muffled thud.
Steve's tall body flew across the air for five or six meters, smashing the thick fabric sofa in the center of the living room into pieces.
Wen Bo didn't even spare him another glance, as if he had casually kicked away a buzzing fly.
He turned around and continued cleaning up the remaining Ten Rings members.
Slap!
Another slap, and a brute holding a short blade spun as he smashed into the corner, teeth dropping all over the floor.
Steve, sprawled amidst the sofa ruins, was full of fury.
He rolled over, quickly climbed to his feet, raised his shield, and charged in a large stride, heading straight to slam into Wen Bo's back.
Steve sternly rebuked, "I told you to stop, didn't you hear me?!"
Sensing the circular shield approaching from behind, Wen Bo's patience was completely exhausted.
That bad habit of forcing a draw must be cured for you today.
Wen Bo sneered, "Shameless, are you? You really think you're somebody."
This time, Wen Bo held nothing back.
He withdrew his palm, curled his five fingers into a fist, and the physical might of sixty tons raced at full speed through his meridians and bones!
Rumble!
His fist smashed through the sound barrier, bringing up a harsh screech.
The air pressure in the entire room dropped abruptly.
Steve's pupils shrank to the size of needle tips, the hairs all over his body stood on end, and a sense of fatal danger instantly swept through his entire body.
The next instant.
Wen Bo's heavy punch hit squarely in the center of the five-pointed star on the Vibranium shield!
Clang——!
A lingering high-frequency oscillating sound wave swept across all directions, and the living room's chandelier and window glass shattered in response.
The Vibranium material truly possessed the miraculous property of absorbing kinetic energy.
But everything has a limit.
The brutal output of sixty tons exceeded the bearing limit of ordinary physical rules.
The shield absorbed a portion of the impact, and the remaining vast thrust instantly reacted along the shield onto Steve's arms.
Boom!
Steve's entire body flew backward like a cannonball out of a barrel.
The hard brick wall was forcibly crashed by him into a half-meter-deep concave pit.