Chapter 51: The mark v has spikes on its butt?
Monaco Grand Prix circuit.
The previously deafening roar of engines had now been completely replaced by terrified screams and explosions.
In the center of the track, Tony's blue and white F1 race car had been split in two; the metal edges were charred black and still emitting wisps of smoke.
A rugged man, bare-chested with a miniature reactor glowing on his chest, was brandishing two deep-blue high-voltage electric whips and approaching step by step.
"Stark, your family stole everything from my father. Today, I will make you pay in blood," Ivan Vanko roared, his electric whips carving a charred trench into the ground as gravel flew everywhere.
Tony, his face covered in blood, scrambled and crawled to hide behind a pile of discarded tires, looking incredibly disheveled.
"Happy, where is my briefcase!" Tony shouted into his comms.
Boom!
A Rolls-Royce drove against traffic onto the track. Happyyanked the steering wheel, slamming Ivan Vanko hard against the wire fence, while Pepper, sitting in the back seat, let out a terrified scream.
Ivan Vanko let out a sinister laugh and swung his electric whips violently, instantly slicing through the front of the Rolls-Royce, sending the hood flying into the sky.
Just as Tony was in despair, preparing to fight bare-handed,
a roar came from the sky.
A heavily armored suit sped over, making a stylish entrance!
Boom!
The Iron Monger landed head-first, smashing a huge hole into the ground.
"Motherf*cker, this Iron Monger is too hard to control!"
The Iron Monger wobbled to its feet. The suit's iron head was wearing that iconic center-parted chicken mask—it was none other than Lin Zhen himself.
Since obtaining the Winter Soldier's arm, Lin Zhen had spent some system points to repair the Iron Monger armor and integrated the Winter Soldier's arm into it.
However, this thing was too difficult to control; the stylish entrance he had planned instantly turned into a disaster.
But as the saying goes:
If you aren't embarrassed, then the embarrassment belongs to others.
Lin Zhen cleared his throat, flipped his hand, and produced a megaphone.
"Listen up, you metal turtle in front! You have been unilaterally surrounded by me. I'm now offering a limited-time mercenary service package: one hundred thousand for a single rescue, two hundred thousand for a package deal including cremation. I accept Swiss bank cashier's checks and cash. Prices are fair and honest!"
The massive broadcast voice drowned out the chaos of the racecourse, echoing over the empty track.
Tony looked up, seeing that incredibly punchable figure and the iconic chicken head, and naturally guessed that this Iron Monger was Lin Zhen.
"Why are you only just now showing up, you bastard? I'll give you three hundred thousand, hurry up and shove that ugly guy's whip up his ass!" Tony said.
"You're a generous boss!" Lin Zhen was instantly excited upon hearing this.
In the center of the track, the shirtless Ivan Vanko looked at this behemoth that had descended from the sky, his eyes full of crazed fury.
"Stark's lackey, die together!"
Ivan Vanko roared and swung his right hand violently. The long metal whip, glowing with a deep blue light and carrying terrifying high-voltage current, carved a dazzling arc in the air, heading straight for the Iron Monger's cockpit.
"Motherf*cker, you've got quite a temper."
Lin Zhen didn't panic in the slightest; he manipulated the control levers, and the Iron Monger clumsily raised its left arm.
It was a mechanical arm that looked completely out of place with the Iron Monger's rough armor, gleaming with a cold silver luster and bearing a red five-pointed star—it was the very mechanical arm Lin Zhen had forcibly removed from the Winter Soldier not long ago.
"Crack!"
With an ear-piercing explosion, the electric whip lashed fiercely against the mechanical arm.
However, the electric whip, which could easily slice through F1 cars and Rolls-Royces, didn't leave even the slightest white mark on the Vibranium, and the current was channeled through the metal arm into the ground, dissipating instantly.
"Old man, are you exfoliating me? Did you not eat breakfast!" Lin Zhen mocked crazily through the megaphone.
Just then, Happy, not far away, finally crawled out of the wrecked Rolls-Royce. He was clutching a red and silver briefcase tightly and threw it hard toward Tony.
"Tony, catch!"
Tony rolled on the ground, caught the briefcase steadily, and yanked both sides of it open with his hands.
"Click, click, click, click, click!"
A crisp and dense sound of mechanical interlocking echoed across the track.
The red and silver metal armor plates rapidly extended, folded, and flipped out from the briefcase, covering Tony's arms, chest, and legs.
The entire process was full of mechanical aesthetic beauty. Tony's gaze gradually became cold and confident as the armor covered him; he was ready to welcome the cheers and screams of the crowd.
"Motherf*cker, your transformation cooldown is way too long. It's only because I'm a professional mercenary who doesn't kill-steal that you're still standing. If it were any other player, they would've kicked you in the crotch to interrupt your spell-casting ages ago. This waiting time must be added to the service fee!"
Lin Zhen, sitting inside the Iron Monger, shouted through the loudspeaker, ruining the atmosphere completely.
Tony had just closed his mask and was so angered by that sentence he nearly spat out a mouthful of blood onto his display.
"Shut up, watch how I take care of him!"
On the track, Tony had just closed his mask, his chest reactor lit up, and he struck an incredibly classic superhero landing pose, his palm repulsors already beginning to charge.
"Jarvis, lock onto the target, blast the sh*t out of this dirty Russian."
"No problem, sir."
Tony was just about to fire.
"Boss, move aside! Go chase your girl, don't steal my DPS!" Lin Zhen roared quickly.
Kidding, if Tony stole the damage, how would he complete this boss battle quest?
The next moment, the Iron Monger, controlled by Lin Zhen, swung its thick left arm and mercilessly slapped the mark von its butt.
The mark v automatically triggered its defensive protocol, and a row of spikes popped out from its butt.
Lin Zhen:???
"Wait, no, Boss, don't tell me this is to defend against me?!"
Wasn't it just that he'd slapped Tony's butt once before?
Did he really need to install spikes on the armor for that?!
Fortunately, he was using the Winter Soldier's mechanical arm this time, so the spikes landed on the mechanical arm without causing any damage.
But with a loud "clang,"
Tony, along with the armor, was slapped flying dozens of meters away by the terrifying force.
The screaming crowd in the stands instantly went silent.
Happy and Pepper, who were hiding behind the wreckage of the Rolls-Royce with their heads in their hands, had their eyes nearly popping out of their sockets.
Even Ivan Vanko, who was standing in the middle of the track, brandishing his two high-voltage whips with a vicious expression, preparing to fight to the death, was completely stunned.
Ivan Vanko looked at Tony, who was lying in the distance, his fate unknown, and then back at the giant mecha in front of him with the funny chicken mask on its head; his brain couldn't quite process what was happening.
Whose side is this kid on, anyway?
Could it be a secret weapon sent by Hammer Industries to assassinate Stark?
"Well done, friend! Stark deserves to die!" Ivan Vankogrinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth, and gave the Iron Monger a thumbs up.
"Who the hell is your friend? You poor loser, don't try to associate with me!"
Lin Zhen's voice, full of extreme disdain, came out of the Iron Monger's head megaphone.
"I'm here to grind for mobs, you red-named monster, hurry up and kneel down and sing 'Conquer'!"
Chapter 52 guarantees it with the personhood of God, but I am not God.
I swear on God's honor, but I'm not God...
"What did you call me?" Ivan Vanko gritted his teeth.
"I called you a poor bastard, and you're not happy about it? You can't even afford a shirt, so you're out here showing off your body?" Lin Zhen pursed his lips from inside the cockpit. "Hurry up, don't waste my time on this mission; I charge by the second."
Ivan Vanko was thoroughly enraged; he let out a roar and swung both hands violently.
Two high-voltage electric whips glowing with a deep blue light crisscrossed in the air, creating crackling sounds of electrical discharge as they tightly coiled around Iron Monger's arms from both sides.
"Die!" The miniature reactor on Ivan Vanko's chest erupted with blinding light, and a terrifying current of tens of thousands of volts surged madly along the metal whips toward Iron Monger.
He wanted to roast this arrogant bastard and his bulky mech into charcoal.
However, ten seconds passed.
Iron Monger not only didn't smoke, but it didn't even spark.
"Is that it?" Lin Zhen yawned and manipulated the control lever. "Motherfucker, is this electrotherapy supposed to be a massage for me? I don't even feel a tingle. Can you not afford the electricity bill?"
Ivan Vanko's pupils shook, his face full of disbelief.
His electric whips could easily cut through bulletproof armor; how could they have absolutely no effect on this piece-of-junk mech?
"Since you're out of tricks, it's my turn."
Lin Zhen slammed the control lever down.
Iron Monger's thick left arm jerked violently.
Ivan Vanko felt an irresistible, terrifying force coming from the other end of the whips, and his whole body was yanked uncontrollably off the ground toward Iron Monger.
"Witness my Great Vajra Dragon!"
Iron Monger's massive right fist was raised high, and with a dull whistling sound, it smashed into Ivan Vanko's face with extreme brutality.
Bang!
Ivan Vanko didn't even have time to scream; his nasal bone instantly collapsed, blood sprayed wildly, and his entire body was smashed like a cannonball into the tire wall beside the track, sending a shower of rubber debris into the air.
"This health bar is pretty thick." Lin Zhen looked at Ivan Vanko's health bar on the system panel, which had only dropped by half, and shook his head with a click of his tongue.
He maneuvered Iron Monger to walk over, extended the mechanical arm, grabbed Ivan Vanko by the neck, and lifted him out of the pile of tires.
Just as Lin Zhen was preparing to land the final blow and completely empty the elite mob's health bar,
"Let him go! Let me handle this!"
A flamboyant roar came from mid-air.
Tony Stark, wearing the red and silver mark v portable armor, flew over from dozens of meters away with thrusters firing from his feet.
He had just been slapped away by Lin Zhen, which was an absolute humiliation.
Now, he had to personally blast this Russian to dust and get his payback.
Tony landed steadily, the repulsors in his palms glowing with blinding white light, aimed at Ivan Vanko, who was being held in mid-air by Lin Zhen.
"Stark..." Ivan Vanko, covered in blood, opened his eyes weakly, his gaze filled with hatred.
"Save your last words for hell." Tony sneered and prepared to fire.
"Hey, hey, hey, what are you doing!" Lin Zhen maneuvered Iron Monger to turn around, directly blocking Ivan Vankobehind him, and looked at Tony with extreme dissatisfaction. "Boss, do you understand the rules? I beat this mob down to low health; are you trying to kill-steal?"
"Add a hundred thousand, get lost and watch the show!" Tony said coldly.
"Alright, Boss!"
Lin Zhen slammed the control lever, and the bulky Iron Monger retreated twenty meters with surprising agility, conveniently turning on the two high-intensity spotlights on its shoulders, shining two Stark white beams of light directly onto Tony and Ivan Vanko.
"Boss, feel free to attack. I guarantee on God's honor that I won't steal the kill!" Lin Zhen shouted from inside the cockpit, very cooperatively.
Tony snorted coldly, thrusters firing from his feet, and he transformed into a red and silver blur, charging straight at Ivan Vanko.
As a portable armor, mark v sacrificed a significant amount of armor thickness in pursuit of portability.
Ivan Vanko roared and swung his double whips, the deep blue high-voltage current crackling in the air.
Snap!
A vicious whip strike lashed onto Tony's chest, sparks flying everywhere. The surface armor of mark v was instantly torn open, leaving a charred gash, and Tony was knocked back three steps.
Just as Tony was preparing to steady himself and counterattack, a piercing screech of electrical feedback suddenly rang out over the track.
Lin Zhen opened Iron Monger's chest armor plate, leaned out half his body, holding a megaphone he didn't know where he'd swiped from, and produced a handful of sunflower seeds with his other hand.
"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the Monaco Street Championship. I am your live commentator. The red contestant on the field is the famous playboy Stark. He is wearing a flamboyant red and silver bodysuit today, but it looks like the quality of this suit isn't very good; it's losing paint from being whipped."
Tony stumbled, almost face-planting onto the ground.
"The blue contestant is an unknown tough guy from Russia. Although he's too poor to even afford a vest, his whip technique is clearly well-practiced. Oh my, the Boss got whipped in the thigh. That footwork is terrible. Boss, are you even capable? If not, I'll refund you fifty thousand, and I'll play the second half for you?"
Lin Zhen cracked sunflower seeds and shouted into the megaphone in an incredibly punchable way.
"Shut up!" Tony's eyes were burning with rage as he roared into the communicator, "Jarvis, hack his megaphone for me, immediately!"
"Sir, he is using the most primitive dry-cell physical megaphone. It is not connected to any network; I cannot hack it." Jarvis's voice carried a hint of helplessness.
Tony felt a tightness in his chest from anger and could only vent his fury on Ivan Vanko in front of him.
He risked taking a whip hit, thrust his hands out, and grabbed the electric whip Ivan Vanko was swinging. The current surged wildly along the armor, and mark v's system kept blaring warnings.
"Go down!" Tony roared, his arm muscles tensed, and using the armor's power, he gave a violent yank.
Ivan Vanko lost his footing and was dragged directly in front of Tony, who seized the opportunity to kick him viciously in the abdomen.
Bang!
Ivan Vanko flew backward, slamming heavily into the guardrail at the edge of the track. The shoddy miniature reactor on his chest flickered violently twice and then went completely dark.
Tony panted heavily, raised his right hand, and the repulsor glowed with blinding white light, aimed at the fallen Ivan Vanko.
"It's over!"
Just at this critical moment, Lin Zhen, sitting in Iron Monger, glanced at the system panel, his eyes widening instantly.
In his field of vision, Ivan Vanko's health bar had only one percent left.
If Tony blasted him to death now, the experience and loot from this elite mob would all go down the drain!
"Boss, spare him!"
Accompanied by Lin Zhen's roar, a dark frying pan crossed the twenty-meter distance, whistling through the air, and smashed with extreme precision onto Ivan Vanko's forehead.
"Clang!"
An incredibly crisp sound echoed across the track.
Ivan Vanko didn't even grunt; his eyes rolled back, he passed out completely, and the sliver of health on his head instantly cleared to zero.
[Ding! Assisted in defeating elite BOSS 'Whiplash', damage contribution 45%, obtained EXP +2500, Points +15, Dropped Items: Shoddy Miniature Reactor Blueprint × 1, High-Voltage Electric Whip Component × 2.]
Listening to the incredibly pleasant notification sound in his mind, Lin Zhen happily reached out to catch the rebounding frying pan and casually stuffed the blueprint and components dropped by the system into his crotch.
Tony froze in place, the light of his repulsor slowly fading. He whipped his head around, his mask popped open, and he glared angrily at Lin Zhen.
"What the hell are you doing, you bastard? Didn't I give you a hundred thousand to get lost and watch the show?"
"And didn't you say you swore on God's honor that you wouldn't interfere again?!"
Lin Zhen shouldered the frying pan and replied righteously.
"Yeah, I swore on God's honor, but I'm not God..."
Chapter 53: Reactor, Mjolnir, and Original Panties!!! (4000 words)
New York, Times Square.
It was a weekend afternoon, and the crowds were surging.
In the center of Times Square, in a very conspicuous open space, a three-meter-tall giant wooden turntable had appeared out of nowhere. The turntable was divided into dozens of fan-shaped areas of various sizes, with the names of various prizes written on them in extremely sloppy red paint.
Beside the turntable stood a three-meter-tall giant mecha, exuding a cold metallic luster. Its left arm was a silver mechanical arm with a red star printed on it.
Lin Zhen was wearing an extremely flashy Hawaiian floral shirt, with that iconic chicken mask on his head, and he swaggered over to pull a chair in front of the turntable.
"Step right up, don't miss out! Ten dollars for one spin, thirty dollars for four spins, one hundred dollars guarantees you'll have a blast! Come and take a look!"
The extremely arrogant and penetrating voice instantly drowned out the hustle and bustle of the square.
Many tourists and citizens of New York stopped and gathered around.
Seeing the crowd growing, Lin Zhen stood up, banged the edge of the turntable with a frying pan, and started shouting with a megaphone with all his might.
"Come check out today's grand prize, this unreleased prototype Iron Monger armor from Stark Industries, complete with smart locks and a Gatling gun. If you win, you can drive it straight home!"
"First prize, a Stark-style miniature arc reactor. Take it home, plug it in, and your family won't have to pay electricity bills for three generations!"
"Second prize, Thor's Mjolnir. This is a divine artifact, win it and take it away!"
"Third prize, Hulk's original underwear, highly collectible!"
"Consolation prize: S.H.I.E.L.D. Director's coffee mug, all you can take!"
"Besides that, there are Mercedes, BMWs, and gold watches, first come, first served!"
Lin Zhen reeled off the list of prizes with extreme proficiency, the megaphone in his hand almost shoved into the face of a young black man in the front row.
"Brother, I see you have amazing bone structure. Do you want to try your luck for ten dollars? If you win the reactor, you won't have to go to Brooklyn to steal batteries for the rest of your life."
The young black man was somewhat tempted by Lin Zhen's highly seductive words. He looked at the extremely domineering Iron Monger armor next to him, and then at the "Grand Prize" area on the turntable, which occupied only a very narrow slit.
"Is this mecha real? It's not a plastic model, is it?" The young black man took out a ten-dollar bill and handed it over, half-believing.
"What do you know? This is the real deal. If you don't believe me, go up and knock on it." Lin Zhen snatched the bill, stuffed it into his crotch with lightning speed, and then pointed at the turntable, "Come on, spin it hard!"
The young black man rubbed his hands, walked to the turntable, grabbed the edge with both hands, and pulled down hard.
The turntable made an extremely harsh bearing friction sound and began to spin crazily.
Everyone's eyes were glued to the red plastic pointer.
The speed of the turntable gradually slowed down.
The pointer passed the "Consolation Prize," passed the "Third Prize," and moved extremely slowly toward that narrow "Grand Prize" slit.
Watching the pointer about to stop in the "Iron MongerExperience Card" area, the young black man clenched his fists in excitement, ready to cheer.
Lin Zhen, expressionless, quietly took out a magnet.
The red pointer slid extremely smoothly past the "Grand Prize" and stopped steadily in the "Consolation Prize" area, which occupied the largest area next to it.
Lin Zhen immediately picked up the megaphone and slapped his thigh hard.
"Oh my!"
"Why are you slapping my thigh!" The black man yelled in anger, feeling the pain.
"Ahem, just a habit." Lin Zhen laughed it off, and then his voice was filled with extremely hypocritical regret.
"Oh my, didn't win!"
The onlookers let out a very uniform sigh.
The smile on the young black man's face froze instantly, and he pointed at the turntable in disbelief.
"Are you cheating? I clearly saw it stop on the grand prize, why did the pointer move again!"
"You can eat whatever you want, but you can't say whatever you want. Which eye saw me cheating?" Lin Zhen took a coffee mug out of his backpack and shoved it into the young black man's arms extremely roughly.
The young black man was holding the black coffee mug in his hand, completely stunned.
"You cheated, give me my money back, I was clearly going to win that mecha!" The young black man angrily threw the coffee mug on the table and protested loudly.
"You can eat whatever you want, but you can't say whatever you want. This is a legitimate prize draw activity." Lin Zhen stuffed the magnet in his hand back into his crotch very naturally and pointed to the cup in the young black man's hand, "Do you know what this is? This is the original coffee mug of S.H.I.E.L.D. Director Nick Fury. It might even have his lip prints on it. If you take it to the black market, you can trade it for at least three used Fords. You've made a huge profit, okay?"
The onlookers burst into laughter.
"Liar, this mecha of yours is definitely fake. How could a prototype from Stark Industries be placed on the street for a prize draw!" A white fat man with gold-rimmed glasses in the crowd shouted, his face full of disdain.
"Exactly, and what about that miniature reactor? Do you really think everyone is a fool? This is something that can change the world's energy landscape!"
Facing the crowd's questioning, Lin Zhen was not panicked at all. He cleared his throat and picked up the broken megaphone.
"It seems that if I don't give you some hard evidence, you won't know what real strength is!" Lin Zhen sneered, and took out a high-definition enlarged color photo, half a meter wide, from his System Inventory, and slapped it on the small table next to the turntable with a "pop."
The crowd curiously leaned in to look.
In the photo, the background was the smoke-filled Monaco racetrack. Tony Stark was wearing a battle-damaged mark v armor, his face covered in dust, and he was sitting on the ground panting in extreme embarrassment.
Beside him, Lin Zhen, wearing the chicken mask, was making a V-sign very arrogantly, with one foot naturally stepping on the leg of Tony's armor.
"Open your eyes and take a good look, what is this? This is an intimate photo of Stark Industries Chairman Tony Starkand me!" Lin Zhen pointed to the photo, talking nonsense without blushing or panting, "I am the only designated private strategic partner of Stark Industries. This Iron Monger was entrusted to me by the boss of Stark to give back to society as a benefit. This is the only one in New York, ten times compensation for fakes!"
The onlookers gasped.
This photo was too real! They would recognize Tony Stark's face even if it turned to ashes, and the racetrack ruins and armor details in the background couldn't possibly be Photoshopped!
"My God, could this mecha be real?"
"Is the miniature reactor real too? Wouldn't winning one mean instant financial freedom!"
Lin Zhen watched the greed gradually ignite in the crowd, and the corners of his mouth rose wildly.
He grabbed the white fat man who had just shouted and shoved the megaphone into his face.
"Boss, I see your forehead is white, you must have great luck today. Do you want to try one? Ten dollars won't make you lose, ten dollars won't make you get fooled. If you win the reactor, you won't have to pay electricity bills for the rest of your life!"
The white fat man swallowed, looked at the giant mecha exuding cold metallic luster next to him, and then looked at the extremely attractive prize area on the turntable. Finally, he couldn't resist, took a hundred-dollar bill from his wallet, and slapped it on the table.
"Give me ten spins!" The fat man said through gritted teeth.
"The boss is generous!" Lin Zhen stuffed the money into his crotch very skillfully, and then grabbed the edge of the turntable and spun it hard.
"Come on, everyone, watch closely. The winning probability is super high, and the prizes are super good. We have the Stark miniature reactor, Thor's Mjolnir, and even original underwear!!!"
Lin Zhen spoke extremely fast, his hands gesturing wildly in the air to the rhythm of the turntable.
The turntable turned slower and slower, and the red pointer slowly passed over the grand prize area.
"Look, look, it's going to win, it's going to win, Iron Mongerarmor, reactor..." Lin Zhen's voice rose an octave instantly.
Just 0.1 seconds before the pointer was about to stop on the miniature reactor, Lin Zhen very covertly tapped the bottom of the turntable with the handle of his frying pan.
"Click."
The pointer slid extremely smoothly past the reactor and stopped steadily in the "Consolation Prize" area, which occupied the largest area next to it.
"Oh my, didn't win!" Lin Zhen slapped his thigh hard, with an extremely exaggerated expression of regret on his face.
"Fuck!" The white fat man stomped his feet in anger.
"Don't be discouraged, boss. You still have nine chances. Failure is the mother of success, come again!" Lin Zhenspun the turntable again.
"Watch closely, what's here? Mercedes, BMW, gold watch, reactor, mecha, Mjolnir, the grand prize is coming soon..."
"Oh my, didn't win!" Lin Zhen slapped his thigh again.
"Oh my, didn't win again!"
"Oh my, just missed it!"
Ten times in a row, every time the pointer was about to stop on the big prize, it slipped weirdly into the "Consolation Prize" area.
The white fat man looked at the ten identical "S.H.I.E.L.D.Director's original coffee mugs" on the table in front of him, and he was about to collapse.
"There's definitely something wrong with your turntable. How can you win the consolation prize ten times in a row!" The fat man roared, and the surrounding crowd began to boo.
"You can insult my personality, but you absolutely cannot insult my turntable!" Lin Zhen patted his chest righteously, "This is called probability theory, understand? It just means you don't have good luck today. How about you top up another thousand dollars, and I'll give you a guaranteed mechanism?"
"Get lost, I'm not playing anymore!" The fat man hugged the ten coffee mugs and squeezed out of the crowd while cursing.
[Ding, NPC emotional fluctuation detected, Justice Value -1]
Lin Zhen curled his lips. If it's deducted, so be it. Anyway, my Justice Value is already positive.
Although the fat man didn't win, the extremely attractive prizes on the turntable still stimulated the nerves of the onlookers.
After all, it was ten dollars a spin. If you happened to win that Iron Monger, selling it would be a profit of tens of millions of dollars!
"Give me one spin!"
"I'll take five!"
"Don't squeeze, don't squeeze, I was here first, give me a hundred dollars worth!"
The crowd was completely boiling. Green bills flew toward Lin Zhen like snowflakes. Lin Zhen was so happy that he couldn't close his mouth, and his hands turned into afterimages between his crotch and the turntable.
Just when Lin Zhen was making a fortune, a thin high school student in a plaid shirt and carrying a backpack squeezed into the crowd.
Peter Parker was just passing by. When he saw such a lively scene, he came over. When he saw Lin Zhen behind the turntable, his eyes lit up instantly.
"Brother Chicken! It's really you!" Peter waved his hand excitedly.
Lin Zhen paused, looking at this rare NPC with high potential, a very malicious smile hooked on the corner of his mouth.
"Yo, isn't this little brother Peter? Why, are you here to support your brother's business too?" Lin Zhen pulled Peter to the front of the table, "Come on, come on, for the sake of us having gone through life and death together, others pay ten dollars a spin, I'll give you a discount, nine point nine dollars a spin, how about that, is that fair enough."
Peter looked at the extremely outrageous prizes on the turntable and swallowed.
"That... Uncle Master, is this Iron Monger really the grand prize? Such a big mecha, how is it possible..." Peteranalyzed.
"Shut up, don't talk to me about any laws. In front of my turntable, I am the law!" Lin Zhen interrupted him directly and waved his hand. The Iron Monger suddenly raised its hand cannon and fired a shot into the sky, causing a commotion among the crowd.
Hearing is believing, seeing is believing. If they had any doubts before, this time they really believed it.
This was the real deal that could actually fire shells!!
"Just say whether you're spinning or not. If not, don't block the boss behind you from making money."
Peter touched the pitiful dozens of dollars of pocket money in his pocket and gritted his teeth.
"Then... I... I'll spin once!" Peter took out a crumpled ten-dollar bill.
Lin Zhen took the bill with extreme disgust and stuffed it into his crotch.
"Okay, watch closely, Mercedes, BMW, gold watch, reactor, mecha, Mjolnir, the grand prize is coming soon..." Lin Zhenspun the turntable hard.
The pointer spun rapidly. Peter was so nervous that he clenched his fists, eyes glued to the red arrow.
"Oh my, didn't win!" Lin Zhen slapped his thigh very skillfully and shoved a coffee mug into Peter's arms.
"That... that's it?" Peter looked at the coffee mug in his hand, full of disbelief, "But Uncle Master, I clearly saw you use the frying pan to knock on the bottom just now, and that's why the pointer changed direction!"
"Knock on your head, you just have good eyesight, right? Do you think you're Spider-Man or Iron Man? There are so many people around watching, and no one else said anything." Lin Zhen started talking nonsense without blushing or panting.
"Alright, alright, don't look so miserable, hurry to school, don't delay your brother from making big money!" Lin Zhenvery generously picked out a slightly cleaner coffee mug from the pile of "Consolation Prizes" and shoved it into Peter's hand, "I'll give you an extra one. Give the rest to your little sweetheart, make a couple's cup, it's not a loss, just ten dollars for two S.H.I.E.L.D. Director-style cups."
Peter, holding the coffee mugs, was pushed out of the crowd by Lin Zhen, unable to cry or laugh.
After sending the Spider-Man away, Lin Zhen continued to harvest crazily.
For a full half hour, Times Square was filled with the sound of Lin Zhen slapping his thigh and his extremely demonic "Oh my, didn't win."
Hundreds of people took turns, and not a single one had won even a third prize.
Made a killing, this is even more profitable than robbing Hydra!
Lin Zhen touched his bulging crotch very comfortably, feeling that he had reached the pinnacle of his life.
Just like that, in a moment of distraction, without noticing, someone actually won the grand prize.
"Oh, my God! I won the second prize!!!!!" A black man said excitedly.
Lin Zhen only then discovered that the pointer of the turntable had landed on the second prize, the Mjolnir.
"Oh, fortunately it's the Mjolnir, anyway, if the Justice Value isn't enough, you can't take it away."
Lin Zhen let out a sigh of relief. This thing has a system permission lock, and you can't move it at all without one thousand Justice Value.
Lin Zhen picked up the Mjolnir and handed it to the black man.
The black man reached out to take it, and his hand sank. He was almost smashed to the ground.
"WTF, what is this, so heavy?!" The black man didn't believe it, held the hammer handle with both hands, the veins on his forehead burst out, and he lifted it with all his might.
The hammer didn't move at all.
Lin Zhen was just about to mock him a few times, when suddenly, his smile froze on his face.
Just in that second, the Mjolnir, which was tightly gripped by the black man, actually... trembled slightly on the spot.
The gravel on the ground jumped gently with that slight tremor.
"Huh?"
Lin Zhen's pupils shrank.
"What kind of international joke is this... These days, you just grab a black NPC on the street, and their Justice Value is over a thousand?!"
Chapter 54: Say hello to Gwen for me, and tell her I'm going over to fix her pipes tonight.
The black man gripped the hammer handle tightly, his arm muscles bulging.
The gravel on the ground began to jump.
Seeing the hammer move, the black man let out an excited roar, stomped his feet hard against the ground, and used his waist strength, attempting to pull the hammer straight up.
Just at the moment he thought he was about to become the Chosen One.
Whoosh.
Mjolnir suddenly broke free from the black man's hands, shooting straight into the sky with a burst of violent kinetic energy.
The black man's hands grabbed at nothing, he lost his balance, fell face-first onto the ground, and knocked his front teeth against the stone slab, filling his mouth with blood.
The hammer traced a sharp arc in mid-air, landing with extreme precision behind the crowd.
The crowd was frightened by this sudden turn of events and scattered.
A tall, burly man caught the hammer steadily. He was wearing an extremely ordinary red and black plaid shirt, with long golden hair draped over his shoulders.
Thor gripped his recovered Mjolnir, looked up at the glaring "Second Prize: Mjolnir" characters on the prize wheel, and the muscles on his face twitched wildly.
"Lin Zhen, you shameless swindler, you actually used an artifact from Asgard to sell at a street stall!"
Thor strode over, each step causing the ground to thump, his rage almost erupting from his eyes.
The onlookers watched the golden-haired giant who had suddenly appeared, then looked at the hammer in his hand, and immediately realized they had been played.
Lin Zhen was not flustered at all; he patted his bulging crotch area quite naturally.
"Little brother, you can eat anything, but you can't just say anything! Didn't the Mjolnir not get stolen?" Lin Zhen said, spouting nonsense with a straight face from behind his chicken mask.
Thor was so angry that smoke was coming out of his seven orifices, and he raised the hammer, intending to smash the broken prize wheel.
Woo!
An extremely piercing siren instantly tore through the hustle and bustle of Times Square.
A dozen New York Police Department patrol cars sped in from all directions, their tires rubbing against the asphalt to create a pungent burnt smell, surrounding Lin Zhen's prize stall.
The car doors opened, and dozens of fully armed policeraised riot shields and Glock pistols, their muzzles aimed squarely at the center.
Captain George Stacy pushed open the car door with a livid expression.
He held a high-power megaphone, staring fixedly at that center-parted chicken mask that had given him nightmares for three consecutive days.
"New York Police Department, everyone get down with your hands on your heads! The one wearing the chicken mask, take your hands off the table immediately!" Georgepressed the megaphone switch, his voice echoing over the square.
George strode to the cordon line and pointed at Lin Zhen's nose, cursing loudly.
"You are suspected of illegal fundraising, street fraud, as well as breaking and entering for indecent assault and severe indecent exposure. Surrender immediately, or we have the right to shoot you on the spot!" George's voice was filled with gnashing hatred.
The crowd crouching on the ground instantly exploded, their eyes shifting from anger to extreme contempt as they looked at Lin Zhen.
Lin Zhen felt his face burning even behind the mask.
"Father-in-law... no, Chief George, this is pure slander! What I did was protecting the public granary, how is that indecent exposure? Besides, I was just going to fix the pipes!" Lin Zhen raised the megaphone and argued loudly in front of hundreds of people.
Hearing this extremely shameless remark, George's mind once again flashed with the image of that bastard kicking down his front door while naked that day, and his blood pressure instantly soared to the peak.
"Fire! Turn this pervert into a sieve!" George waved his hand fiercely, issuing an extremely decisive order.
Bang, bang, bang!
Dense gunfire instantly rang out through Times Square.
Lin Zhen reacted extremely quickly. He waved his left hand fiercely in the air. The three-meter-tall Iron Monger armor beside him instantly vanished into thin air, having been shoved crudely into his System Inventory.
"Little brother, you've been training for a thousand days for a moment like this, hold the line for me!"
Lin Zhen grabbed Thor's shoulder, pushed him forward with extreme smoothness, and then shrank behind Thor's broad back in an extremely sleazy manner.
Thor hadn't reacted at all; he was pushed, staggered a step, and stood straight into the hail of bullets.
The golden bullets hit Thor's Asgardian divine body, sparking a dense shower of sparks, then clattered to the ground, not even grazing a single hair on him.
"Lin Zhen, you're using me as a shield again!" Thor turned his head and let out an extremely angry roar.
"What's wrong with helping your big brother block some bullets?" Lin Zhen poked half his head out, using his frying pan to swat away a few stray bullets. "Besides, your skin is thick, you won't die, hurry up and use your hammer to electrocute them."
Thor gritted his teeth. As Thor, naturally, he couldn't possibly kill these ordinary mortal police.
He raised Mjolnir, preparing to smash the empty ground nearby as a deterrent.
Just the moment Thor raised the hammer.
Lin Zhen extremely quickly opened the inventory on his System panel and began frantically clicking repeatedly on the grey Mjolnir icon.
[System Prompt: Player initiated pickup request, current frequency 100 times/second, high-frequency priority determined.]
Whoosh.
The hammer in Thor's hand once again transmitted an extremely irresistible pulling force.
He didn't even have time to grip it tightly before the hammer flew out of his hand, spun half a circle in the air, and landed with extreme precision in Lin Zhen's right hand.
Thor stood frozen in place, looking at his empty hands, his brain completely crashing.
"Motherf*cker, the firepower is too heavy, I'll borrow the hammer for a bit." Lin Zhen gripped the hammer handle with both hands, swung it towards the sky, and flew into the sky, disappearing from sight.
The wind howled in his ears, and the police cars and Thoron the ground quickly shrank into small black dots.
"Woohoo! Takeoff!" Lin Zhen shouted excitedly in mid-air, even finding time to give Chief George below the middle finger.
"Motherf*cker, this broken hammer has quite a strong acceleration, it's much more exciting than that purple-tier skateboard!" Lin Zhen shouted arrogantly in mid-air.
Below, Times Square had completely descended into chaos.
"Fire! Shoot him down for me!" Captain George Stacywatched the chicken head in the sky getting smaller and smaller, so angry his eyes were about to pop out. He grabbed the walkie-talkie from a nearby officer and roared frantically, "Call for air support, send a helicopter over! Even if we have to tear down Times Square, I'm going to capture this pervert alive!"
Bang, bang, bang!
Dense bullets chased after Lin Zhen's butt.
Lin Zhen hovered a hundred meters in the air, looking down at the police who looked as small as ants, and raised the megaphone in his hand in an extremely annoying manner.
"Father-in-law, your marksmanship is terrible, you can't even hit my chicken feathers. Why don't you go back and practice for another two years? By the way, say hello to Gwen for me, and tell her I'm going over to fix her pipes tonight!"
Hearing this, Chief George almost spat out a mouthful of old blood, his blood pressure exploding on the spot.
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Chapter 55: I haven't even touched a single police officer, and this damn thing is already at three stars?
Swish! Swish! Swish!
Three blinding, high-intensity spotlights instantly converged from three directions, locking Lin Zhen firmly in mid-air.
"You are surrounded! Land and surrender immediately!"
At the same time, a series of urgent system prompts rang out in Lin Zhen's mind.
[Ding! Warning: Detected that the player is currently under large-scale pursuit by the New York Police Department.]
[Current area wanted level increased: ★★★ (Three Stars)]
Lin Zhen looked at the three eye-catching red stars in the upper right corner of his vision and nearly spat out a mouthful of old blood.
"Motherf*cker, I haven't even touched a single policeofficer, and this damn thing is already at three stars?" Lin Zhen shouted through a megaphone at the helicopters, "This is pure slander! I want to see my lawyer!"
"Don't waste words on him, open fire directly, take him down for me!" Chief George, down below, completely lost his reason and waved his arm violently, ordering them to open fire.
Rat-tat-tat-tat-tat!
The SWAT officers at the doors of the three helicopters immediately pulled the triggers of their heavy machine guns.
"Holy sh*t, they're playing for real!"
Lin Zhen had no time to dodge in mid-air and could only clumsily hold his frying pan in front of him.
Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!
The dense sound of metal impacts exploded in mid-air, with sparks flying everywhere.
The frying pan's abnormal 100% physical defense mechanism took effect once again, deflecting all the incoming large-caliber bullets.
The ricocheting stray bullets flew everywhere, smashing the giant LED billboards on the outer walls of several buildings around Times Square, and shards of glass fell like rain.
Although the frying pan blocked the damage, the terrifying kinetic energy carried by the heavy machine gun bullets was real.
Lin Zhen only felt waves of immense thrust coming from the base of the pan, numbing his arms from the vibration.
Meanwhile, on the other side, four riot police officers nervously held up their riot shields, pinning the blond, burly man firmly onto the hood of a police car.
"Stay still, don't move, put your hands behind your back!" A police officer roughly pulled out silver steel handcuffs and, with a click, cuffed them onto Thor's wrists.
They naturally assumed that this guy, who had been standing with Lin Zhen just a moment ago and even blocked bullets for him, was an accomplice.
Thor frowned slightly. As the dignified Thor of Asgard, when had he ever suffered such humiliation from mortals? If it weren't for the fact that he didn't want to harm mortals, he wouldn't have even taken this level of police force seriously. He tensed the muscles in his arms slightly.
Snap!
The handcuffs were like paper, instantly snapping into two pieces.
The four police officers were shocked and scrambled to pull out their handguns, aiming them at Thor's head.
"Mortals, put down your iron pipes; I do not wish to harm you." Thor calmly raised his hands to show he had no hostile intent.
He pushed aside the riot shields in front of him and strode up to Chief George.
"Stop right there! Take another step and I'll open fire!" George vigilantly tightened his grip on his Glock, the muzzle pointed firmly at Thor's chest.
"I am the Thor of Asgard. That guy in the sky wearing the ridiculous mask is a shameless liar. He used despicable means to steal my Mjolnir." Thor pointed at Lin Zhen, who was scurrying about in the sky while being shot at. "Your pieces of junk won't be able to take him down, but I have a way."
Chief George was stunned for a moment. Looking at the serious expression on the blond, burly man, and then looking at Lin Zhen in the sky, who was maxing out his taunt level, he gritted his teeth and asked, "What way do you have?"
"Hmph, just watch." Thor snorted coldly.
At this moment, Lin Zhen in mid-air had been completely enraged by the heavy machine gun fire.
"Motherf*cker, do you really take me for a living target? If I don't drop a few pieces of equipment from you today, this flight would have been a waste!"
Lin Zhen manipulated Mjolnir and flew toward the helicopter on the left that was flying the lowest.
"He's charging over! Pull up, pull up quickly!" The SWAT officer at the helicopter door was terrified and frantically banged on the partition of the cockpit.
The pilot was covered in sweat and yanked the control stick.
But Lin Zhen's speed was simply too fast; the speed of the Mjolnir was something this piece-of-junk helicopter couldn't compare to.
Bang!
Lin Zhen landed precisely on the metal landing gear on the right side of the helicopter. The immense impact caused the entire helicopter to shake violently in mid-air, nearly losing control and crashing.
The pilot turned his head and, through the bulletproof glass, came face-to-face with a chicken head.
"Hi, buddy?" Lin Zhen waved casually.
The pilot was scared out of his wits and subconsciously reached for the sidearm at his waist.
"Hey, hey, hey, don't get rough." Lin Zhen skillfully hung Mjolnir on his belt at his lower back, then his hands did a quick search inside his crotch.
Swish!
A Phillips screwdriver and a large adjustable wrench instantly appeared in his hands.
"Other games let you press F to enter a vehicle, but I have to pull out tools to do it myself. I despise the trashy developers for a hundred years!"
Lin Zhen shouted at the top of his lungs, and the wrench in his hand started unscrewing every nut it could find.
Soon, the helicopter door was removed. In their shocked gaze, Lin Zhen stuffed the door toward his crotch, then smoothly slipped through the window into the cockpit, kicked the terrified pilot into the co-pilot's seat, and plopped himself down into the pilot's seat.
"You... what are you doing!" the pilot screamed in despair.
"What am I doing? Unboxing a blind box, of course!" Lin Zhen's eyes lit up as he stared at the helicopter's complex electronic dashboard and radar display. "This is a New York Police Department helicopter. This radar module looks like purple-tier gear, and this control stick could sell for at least a few thousand U.S. dollars if I dismantle it. I'm rich, I'm rich!"
As he spoke, the screwdriver in Lin Zhen's hand had already brutally stabbed into the gaps of the dashboard, ready to go to town.
Just as Lin Zhen's mind was filled with thoughts of purple-tier materials and he was preparing to dismantle this helicopter into a pile of scrap metal,
down on the ground in Times Square,
Thor took a deep breath, proudly lifted his chin, and slowly extended his thick, muscular arm—clearly, he had been training in private, frequently having "super-friendly" relations with the Mjolnir...
Ahem, off-topic.
He held his palm upward and shouted violently in Lin Zhen's direction.
"Come to Daddy!"
Lin Zhen, who was sitting in the cockpit and excitedly unscrewing the dashboard screws, suddenly felt a tightness at his waist.
Mjolnir, which was hanging on his belt, suddenly erupted with blinding, azure lightning.
The hammer let out a joyful hum, abruptly changed direction, and flew straight toward Thor on the ground.
"Holy sh*t? What's going on?!"
Lin Zhen only felt a terrifying, irresistible pulling force coming from his waist.
He didn't even have time to reach out and undo his belt buckle before his whole body was violently dragged out of the helicopter cockpit.
"Motherf*cker!!!!!"
Don't ask why there are so many exclamation marks; it's because I was a few characters short of 2000. Ahem, just kidding.
Chapter 56: Should I Go Fix a Water Pipe?
"Motherf*cker, Thor, you sabotaging jerk, I haven't finished dismantling the purple gear yet!"
Lin Zhen cursed loudly in mid-air, his hands clutching tightly onto a helicopter radar screen he had just dismantled.
The wind howled in his ears.
In a free fall from a hundred meters high, the scenery on the ground rapidly magnified in his field of vision.
Boom!
Lin Zhen, along with the radar screen, smashed with extreme precision onto a police car in the center of Times Square.
The roof of the police car instantly caved in, and the massive impact kicked up a sky full of dust and smoke.
Chief George was pushed back several steps by the air blast. Seeing the police car destroyed, not only was he not angry, but he excitedly grabbed a walkie-talkie and shouted: "Surround the scene! Everyone tighten the defensive line! Absolutely no opening fire! I want to capture him alive! I want to chop off his Chicken Brother head and see how he fixes sewers then!"
Dozens of riot police raised their tactical bulletproof shields, approaching the center of the dust in a tight formation.
Thor strode at the very front, his arm muscles tense, his golden hair dancing in the air blast. He was also prepared to take revenge on this good 'Big Brother' who frequently snatched his Mjolnir.
The dust gradually dissipated in the breeze.
Everyone's gaze was fixed intently on the dented command car that had been smashed flat.
Chief George had even taken out his handcuffs, preparing to go up and handcuff Lin Zhen himself.
However, the pit was empty.
There was no pervert wearing a chicken mask, only that heavy hammer; not even a drop of blood was left behind.
Only a shattered helicopter radar screen lay quietly on the scrap metal.
The excitement on Chief George's face instantly froze.
Thor was also stunned where he stood. He reached out his right hand to try and sense the Mjolnir, only to find that the hammer seemed to have had its connection severed, completely disappearing from this dimension.
"Damn it, this situation again!"
He didn't know what kind of dark magic Lin Zhen had used to repeatedly sever his connection with the Mjolnir.
"Where is he? Search! He fell from that high up, he definitely can't have run far!" Chief George completely snapped, pointing at the ruins and roaring frantically.
The special police looked at each other and immediately scattered to search the ruins.
Just then, a special police Sir wearing a police helmet walked quickly to Chief George's side.
He stood at attention, saluted, and handed over a black walkie-talkie. "Director, target's abandoned item found."
Chief George subconsciously took the walkie-talkie, looked down at it, and his expression changed drastically.
This wasn't an abandoned item at all; this damn thing was the police walkie-talkie from his own belt!
He frantically felt his waist; his sidearm, handcuffs, and wallet were all gone.
Before Chief George could react, that special police Sir had already pressed the microphone on his shoulder.
"All units, attention. The target possesses advanced shapeshifting abilities and has disguised himself as the blonde muscular man on the scene. Repeat, the target has disguised himself as the blonde muscular man. Lethal force authorized. Open fire!"
Thor:???
Chief George was horrified. "Who gave that order? Stop..."
Before he could finish, the special police Sir executed a silky-smooth sweep kick, tripping Chief George. He then picked up Chief George's fallen police cap, put it on his own head, and naturally blended into the chaotic special police team nearby.
The surrounding police were already in a state of high tension. Hearing the order on the channel, combined with Thor's superhuman performance of breaking free from steel handcuffs earlier, they hesitated almost not at all.
Dozens of pistols and submachine guns instantly turned their muzzles, locking onto Thor.
Bang bang bang bang bang!
Dense tongues of fire erupted instantly, and bullets hit Thor like raindrops.
Thor roared in anger: "You foolish mortals! I am Thor, not that Chicken Brother! How dare you open fire on the Thorof Asgard!"
But he couldn't harm mortals, so he could only raise his thick arms to protect his face, retreating step by step against the hail of bullets. The bullets sparked as they hit his divine body.
The scene was a complete mess.
The special police covered each other, firing continuously, attempting to subdue this "disguised target."
And in the chaotic crowd, that special police Sir who had blended in was weaving through with extremely high efficiency.
"Brother, the button on your bulletproof vest is loose, let me tighten it for you." He patted the shoulder of a special police Sir next to him who was nervously changing magazines, flipped his wrist, and swiped two stun grenades and a multi-purpose combat knife from the other's tactical vest.
"Sir, this car's tire was hit. I'm dismantling the car radio to preserve evidence." He crawled into an overturned policecar, pulled a wrench from his crotch, and in a few quick moves, dismantled the blue-grade quality car radio and stuffed it into his clothes.
No one suspected him.
Because the police uniform, badge number, and even the accent of his speech were exactly the same as a veteran Sirof the New York Police Department.
He even thoughtfully handed a bottle of mineral water to a sergeant who was hiding behind cover calling for backup.
"Sir, have some water to moisten your throat. Don't let the target get away."
The sergeant took the water, took one sip, and discovered that all the spare magazines on his waist were gone.
Chief George climbed up from the ground, snatched the megaphone from a nearby Sir, and shouted at the top of his lungs, "Cease fire! Cease fire, everyone! Check each other's identities and verify badge numbers!"
The gunfire gradually thinned out.
The police held their guns, looking at their companions with wary expressions. The scene fell into an extremely bizarre stalemate.
The special police Sir saw the situation wasn't right, decisively turned, and walked to the edge of the outer perimeter. He tilted his chin at the patrol Sir responsible for sealing off the scene, his tone extremely serious. "Director's orders: the target may have fled toward the subway station. I'm going to pursue the suspect. You all hold this position."
The patrol Sir saw he was fully armed, his police badge shining in the sunlight, and immediately lifted the policetape to let him pass.
He walked out of the perimeter and looked back at Thor, who was surrounded by police and so angry he almost summoned lightning, and Chief George, who was furious and checking every Sir's identity one by one.
He reached up and took off his tactical helmet, ripping off the extremely realistic skin mask along with it, revealing that mocking chicken mask.
He gave a very arrogant middle finger in the direction of Chief George, then swaggered to the side to take stock of his recent gains.
Eight stun grenades, three car radios, two Glock pistols, over a dozen spare magazines, and Chief George's leather wallet.
Lin Zhen opened the wallet. Inside, there were only a pitiful few hundred U.S. dollars in cash and a key.
( ˉ ▽ ￣ ～ ) Tsk~~, the father-in-law is so stingy. He only carries this much cash when going out, not even a Swiss bank cashier's check.
Lin Zhen stuffed the cash into his crotch with extreme disdain and tossed the wallet into a trash can.
Then, he cast his gaze onto the key, his eyes lighting up.
"This should be Chief George's house key, right?"
"Should I go fix a water pipe? I wonder if Gwen is home today..."
Chapter 57: Professional Plumber
"This father-in-law is truly carefree, carrying his keys around like that without fearing a thief might steal them."
Lin Zhen stood in front of the Stacy family's two-story house, tossing the brass key in his hand, a smile curling the corners of his mouth.
"Oh, wait, I am that thief."
He inserted the key into the lock with practiced ease and gave it a gentle turn.
With a soft "click," the door opened, and the sound of rushing water drifted from the direction of the bathroom.
Lin Zhen's eyes lit up instantly. He kicked off his shoes, hunched over, and crept up to the second floor, taking three steps at a time.
He had just reached the bathroom door when it was pushed open from the inside.
A wave of warm steam, mingled with the fragrance of body wash, rushed toward him, followed immediately by a long, blindingly white, and flawless leg stepping out.
Gwen had just finished showering, wrapped only in a short white towel that barely covered her vital parts.
Her short golden hair clung damply to her cheeks, and crystal-clear water droplets slid down her long, swan-like neck, flowed over her delicate collarbones, and finally disappeared into the impressive cleavage at the edge of her towel.
Because she had just taken a hot shower, her fair skin glowed with an incredibly alluring shade of pink, like a ripe peach waiting to be plucked.
Below her slender, willow-like waist, the hem of the towel barely reached the top of her thighs, and as she moved, the perky, rounded curves were tantalizingly visible.
"Motherfucker, the physics engine and skin textures in this game are top-tier. The lighting, the texture—the damn developers finally did something right. This definitely deserves a big reward!"
Lin Zhen whistled wildly in his mind, his eyes glued to Gwen, unwilling to blink even once.
Gwen was drying her hair with a towel, and when she looked up, she locked eyes with Lin Zhen, who was wearing a parted-hair chicken mask and looking incredibly lecherous.
"Ah!"
Before the scream could escape her throat, Lin Zhenperformed a silky-smooth slide, rushing forward and clamping his rough hand over her mouth.
"Don't scream, don't scream, it's me, your dear New York Ji Ba!"
Lin Zhen took the opportunity to scoop her up, wrapping his arm around Gwen's slender waist. The feel of her skin was smooth and warm, and the astonishing elasticity and texture made him unable to resist giving it a very subtle squeeze.
Gwen's eyes widened, her body, which had been struggling violently, instantly went limp, and she swatted Lin Zhen's hand away with annoyance.
"Are you crazy? The whole city is looking for you right now, and you still dare to run to my house? Aren't you afraid my dad will bring people here and turn you into a sieve?"
Gwen lowered her voice, grabbed Lin Zhen by the collar, pulled him into her bedroom, and quickly locked the door.
"What's there to be afraid of? Your dad's wallet and keys are resting in my crotch. He's probably still at Times Square checking the officers' IDs, his head about to explode."
Lin Zhen strutted over and flopped onto Gwen's pink, girlish bed, casually grabbing a Spider-Man patterned throw pillow to prop up his head, his eyes scanning Gwen's graceful figure without restraint.
"You still have the nerve to say that!"
Gwen stomped her foot in anger, causing the two extremely full, snow-white mounds on her chest to jiggle violently, making Lin Zhen dizzy just looking at them. "What bad things did you do at Times Square? Even armed helicopters were deployed! You didn't attack the civilians or the police, did you?"
"Speaking of which, it makes me angry. I didn't do anything, but your dad was different—he was all over me the moment he saw me!"
Lin Zhen complained.
Hearing this, Gwen breathed a sigh of relief.
As Ghost Spider-Man, she hated criminals the most. If Lin Zhen had actually attacked civilians or police, even if she liked him, she wouldn't protect him.
Soon, she burst into a giggle.
"What are you saying? 'My dad was all over you'—that sounds so dirty!"
Gwen said with a smile, "By the way, are you okay?"
"How could I be okay? With your dad's 'human-outline' shooting skills, he could practice for another hundred years and still wouldn't hit a single feather of mine."
Lin Zhen chuckled and patted the bed beside him. "Forget about those insignificant NPCs. I braved a hail of bullets to keep our appointment. What about the plumbing repair you promised? I've brought all the tools."
A blush instantly flew to Gwen's cheeks, and she bit her luscious lower lip.
She had always been fond of Lin Zhen, this eccentric, mysterious, and powerful guy. Combined with that "in-depth exchange" in the Oscorp office earlier, she had tasted the sweetness and her body had long since developed a deep attachment to this man.
"You're annoying, you only know how to bully me."
Gwen pouted playfully and walked slowly to the bedside.
She reached out with her fair, slender fingers, pinched the edge of the towel, and gave it a gentle tug.
The obstructive white towel instantly slid off and dropped onto the wool carpet at her feet.
Lin Zhen's breathing instantly grew heavy, as if a fire were raging violently in his lower abdomen.
This figure, these proportions, this modeling—it was simply a work of art sculpted by God's own hands!
The slender waist that could be encircled by a hand, the flat abdomen without a trace of excess fat, and those straight, long jade legs radiated a fatal temptation under the dim, ambiguous light of the bedroom wall lamp.
Especially that pair of sky-high snow-white peaks, tipped with two extremely alluring cherry-red spots, rising and falling slightly with her rapid breathing, exuding a charming aura that intertwined youth and maturity.
"Motherfucker, who could resist this? I'm going all out today!"
Lin Zhen ripped off the chicken mask, pounced like a starving tiger, and pinned Gwen heavily beneath him.
"Mm..."
Gwen let out an incredibly sweet nasal sound, her arms wrapping around Lin Zhen's neck, responding passionately.
The two rolled on the soft pink sheets. Lin Zhen's hands seemed to have some kind of magic, wandering constantly over Gwen's smooth back and perky buttocks, every touch causing her body to tremble.
"Be gentle, don't leave any marks. I have to go to school tomorrow."
Gwen said, panting, her large, watery eyes filled with an inescapable desire.
"Don't worry, I'm a veteran plumber with ten years of experience. I guarantee the service will be thorough, and you'll be satisfied."
Lin Zhen smirked, lowered his head, and kissed those two soft red lips with overwhelming dominance.
As their lips and teeth intertwined, Lin Zhen's hand had already expertly traced down her flat abdomen, exploring that mysterious, already muddy, and wet territory.
The temperature in the room climbed rapidly, the ambiguous atmosphere so thick it could almost drip water.
Just as Lin Zhen unbuckled his belt, ready to mount his horse and go all out.
Suddenly, a loud "bang" came from downstairs—the sound of the front door being violently pushed open and slamming against the wall.
Immediately after, the exasperated roar of Director Captain George Stacy, sounding as if he wanted to eat someone alive, exploded in the living room downstairs.
"Damn bastard! Don't let me catch you! You actually dared to steal my wallet and keys? I'm going to chop you into pieces and feed you to the rats in the New York sewers!"
The two, who were getting heated in the bedroom, froze instantly, their movements coming to an abrupt halt in mid-air.
Gwen turned pale with fright, shoved Lin Zhen off her, and scrambled to grab the quilt nearby, covering herself tightly.
"Why is my dad back! Wasn't he commanding at the scene? How could he suddenly come back!"
"Holy crap, this old guy doesn't play by the rules! What kind of boss stops halfway through a fight to go home for supplies!"
Lin Zhen pulled up his pants, so angry he nearly cursed out loud.
"Gwen, are you upstairs?"
George's heavy leather shoes stepped on the wooden stairs, making a "thump, thump, thump" sound. Every step felt like it was treading on Gwen's heart, and the footsteps were getting closer and closer...
Chapter 58: House Call Plumbing Service Fee
"Hide quickly!"
Gwen was so anxious that tears were almost falling; she pushed hard with both hands against Lin Zhen, who was pressing down on her.
"Motherfucker, can't this old guy play fair? He can't win, so he goes home to call for backup?"
Lin Zhen grumbled and cursed while nimbly pulling up his pants.
The footsteps outside had reached the second-floor hallway, and George's heavy breathing could be heard clearly through the wooden door.
"Where do I hide? Your room doesn't even have a wardrobe!"
Lin Zhen scanned his surroundings, his gaze finally landing under that big pink bed.
"Get under the bed!"
Gwen pushed Lin Zhen off the bed, grabbed the clothes, shoes, and that extremely conspicuous chicken mask from the floor, shoved them all into Lin Zhen's arms, and then lifted her long, fair right leg, kicking him under the bed.
Just as Lin Zhen got settled under the bed and shoved the pile of miscellaneous items into his System Inventory, there was a "click" sound as the bedroom doorknob was turned.
Gwen was so scared that she quickly dived under the covers, pulling the pink quilt up to her chin, revealing only a pale, shaken pretty face, her short blonde hair still somewhat messy.
"Gwen, are you okay?"
Captain George Stacy strode into the room. His senior police inspector uniform was covered in dust and smelled of gunpowder smoke, the holster at his waist was empty, and he seemed quite irritable.
"I... I just finished showering and was getting ready to rest. Dad, what happened? Why did you come back so suddenly?"
Gwen forced herself to appear calm, though her voice was still trembling slightly.
Under the bed.
Lin Zhen lay on the cold floor. Less than half a meter in front of him were George's dust-covered black uniform leather shoes; he could even smell the burnt rubber coming from the soles.
"Don't ask!"
George plopped down on the edge of the bed.
Creak!
The mattress sagged violently, pressing directly onto the back of Lin Zhen's head.
"Damn it, this old guy is at least 180 pounds; he's crushing me to death!"
Lin Zhen cursed wildly in his heart, his hands subconsciously reaching toward his crotch to pull out a pitch-black frying pan.
He stared at George's ankles, his mind frantically calculating how much critical damage one pan strike would deal.
But considering Gwen was still there, Lin Zhen forcibly resisted the urge to swing the pan.
"The New York Police Department has completely lost face today!"
George covered his face with both hands, his voice filled with extreme exhaustion and anger. "That pervert wearing the chicken mask not only openly resisted arrest in Times Square, but he also dismantled one of our helicopters!"
"Dismantled... dismantled a helicopter?"
Gwen swallowed hard and subconsciously glanced toward the direction of the bed.
"Not only that, he can shapeshift!"
George suddenly raised his head, gritting his teeth. "He disguised himself as a SWAT officer and hid right under my nose, stealing my wallet, spare magazines, and even my house keys!"
Hearing this, Gwen stared blankly at Lin Zhen.
Worthy of being her man; he really is fierce!
Lin Zhen under the bed, however, was not idle at all.
He stared at George's leather shoes and noticed the laces had come undone due to the previous intense activity.
A smile curled on Lin Zhen's lips. He extended his fingers, extremely slowly and gently pinching the laces of both of George's shoes, and began tying them into a knot.
"Dad, did you catch him then?"
Gwen tried to change the subject, her heart beating like a drum.
"No, he vanished into thin air."
George took a deep breath, a fierce glint flashing in his eyes. "But I've already found out his background. I got a call from S.H.I.E.L.D., and that one-eyed Nick Fury actually wants to protect him, saying he's a senior consultant for S.H.I.E.L.D.!"
"S.H.I.E.L.D.?"
Gwen was stunned.
"Hmph, I don't care what kind of senior consultant he is. Even if he were the President's consultant, I'd still arrest him!"
George punched the mattress, shaking Lin Zhen under the bed until he was dizzy again. "I've already issued a city-wide arrest warrant. As long as he dares to show his face, I swear I'll twist his chicken head off and stuff it into the sewer to fix the pipes!"
Lin Zhen rolled his eyes under the bed.
"With your 'human-contour' shooting accuracy, you couldn't even catch my exhaust."
Lin Zhen didn't stop moving, having already tied George's laces tightly together, even adding a very secure bow for good measure.
After tying the knot, Lin Zhen felt it wasn't satisfying enough; this old guy ruined his fun, so he had to collect some interest.
His gaze shifted, landing on George's trouser leg hanging by the bed. There was a tactical pocket with the zipper half-open, revealing a glimpse of silver metallic luster inside.
Lin Zhen immediately activated the System scan.
[Item: Special Armor-Piercing Magazine (Fully Loaded)]
[Quality: Green]
[Note: New York Police Department exclusive, can penetrate five-millimeter steel plates; selling it on the black market can buy a few meals at McDonald's.]
"Even mosquito legs are meat."
Lin Zhen reached out without hesitation, pinched the magazine between two fingers, slid it out smoothly, and stuffed it into his crotch.
George was completely unaware, standing up to leave the room so his daughter could rest.
"Get some sleep early. New York hasn't been peaceful lately; don't go out if you don't have to."
George turned around and just took his left step.
Splat!
The two leather shoes tied together tripped him instantly. George didn't even have time to cry out before he fell forward in an extremely pathetic manner.
With a loud "bang," George's chin slammed hard onto the solid wood floor.
"Dad!"
Gwen screamed in fright, throwing off the quilt and jumping out of bed, not even caring that she was only wearing very thin pajamas.
"Damn it! What happened?!"
George clutched his chin, tears almost coming out from the pain. He looked down and was shocked to discover that his left and right shoelaces had been tied into an extremely intricate bow!
His mind exploded with a bang.
A thief had broken into the house! And they were right in this room!
George reacted instantly. Ignoring the intense pain in his chin, he pushed Gwen aside and drew a small spare Glock pistol from his waist, pointing the muzzle directly under the bed.
"Get out here!"
George roared.
The space under the bed was empty; there wasn't even a ghost of a shadow.
George was stunned. He lay on the floor, using a flashlight to shine under the bed again and again, but there was nothing there except a thin layer of dust.
"Where is he?"
George looked completely disbelieving.
Just then, his gaze landed on the floor right in the center under the bed.
A white note was lying there quietly.
George reached out and picked up the note. After seeing the handwriting on it, his already skyrocketing blood pressure instantly broke through the critical point.
On the note, written in extremely arrogant black marker, was a line of large characters:
[House Call Plumbing Service Fee: 200 USD (deducted from wallet). Father-in-law, the quality of your leather shoes is not great; next time, get a non-slip pair. — Your dear New York Ji Ba]
"Bastard!!!!"