People are in Marvel, and the system is working as a worker

When he first crossed over, Mike ran into a busy street and shouted, "I'm a pig."

As a result, half of the sparkle was not given.

After some exploration, Mike finally figured out that the highlights need to be related to the main plot of Marvel, and the highlights need to be related to the side plots.

"The Ingram family... I have no impression at all. But I remember that the young master of the Ingram family lived in Caesar's Palace. If you say you will visit in person, you must visit in person. You must be trustworthy."

Definitely not because it can trigger the [Protagonist Effect] and gain shining points and basic attributes.

"It will take more than twenty hours for Porusalino's skin to cool down, so use Hisoka."

The green-haired clown...let's forget it.

【Hisoka】

Sex: Male

Age: 27 years old

Occupation: Hunter, killer, member of the Phantom Troupe

Status: A person with the ability to change minds.He has a volatile personality, loves to cheat, and is perverted, but he is definitely not the kind of person who kills innocent people indiscriminately without any reason.A combat player who possesses both strength and speed when fighting, superb telekinesis ability, meticulous thinking, and excellent instincts.

Ability: [Nan "Four Elements": Entang (unlocked), Jue (unlocked), Nian (unlocked), Fa (unlocked)], [Stretchy Love (unlocked)], [Thin and Thin Illusion (unlocked) 】.

Limitations: 60 minutes duration, 12 hours cooldown.

Note: "Nothing is impossible for a magician" - Hisoka's quotation, showing absolute confidence.

Mike focused his thoughts on [frivolous illusion], and a line of words appeared: [Unlocking conditions: ★★Flash Point 2 points. 】

"Unlocked." Mike muttered silently.

System prompt: [Unlocked successfully. 】

the next day.

Mike got up late and exercised a little too hard last night.

There is no data to compare the four-dimensional basic attributes of the system. According to inference, the average healthy adult has a value of about 10, and a 22-point constitution is already quite capable.

The snake-like body under the quilt squirmed and made a murmuring sound: "Are you getting up?"

"Yes, how about you?"

"Sleep a little longer. I'm so exhausted last night. It was too much."

This...is a five-star review.

There's something wrong with Pimples and his companions.Not only limited edition bags, but also other physical hardware issues, so the spring breeze once turned into a night of joy.

Ordered room service for Jennifer.

After taking a shower, Mike went to the gym and entered the iron lifting mode.

In addition to triggering the protagonist effect, daily exercise can also improve basic attributes, but it is slower.

Withered vines, old trees and crows, bench press, squats and deadlifts.

at this time.

When Mike increased his bench press to 200 kilograms, everyone around him gathered around.

200 kilograms is not bad for a normal person.

It's just not bad either.

After all, the power limit of this world is relatively high.In this gym alone, at least ten can reach 200 kilograms.It is said that there are masters who can reach more than 300 kilograms without equipment.

The key is that Mike is not a muscular figure. Compared with the big guy here, he can be called "thin".

"How do you practice, brother?"

"Wow, exaggerated pink skin proportions!"

Hey, hey, I’m going to ask, what’s going on with your hands?

Oh, beauty...that's okay.

A set of 8x8 exercises.

"Keep it up, don't be a coward, brother."

Seeing that Mike was out of breath, others could tell that 200 kilograms was far from his limit.

Mike smiled politely and pushed his way through the crowd.

Can't you trigger the protagonist effect and seek death in a high profile?

An hour and a half later, Mike left the gym. There was a stack of small notes in his pocket, stuffed by women and a few men, with contact information and room numbers directly on them.

Thinking of Muscle Brother Gui's shy expression when he stuffed the note, Mike's expression became solemn, and then he shuddered.

"Damn, the note got mixed in, which one?"

Mike: "..."

I had to reluctantly throw away all the notes.

When she returned to the room, Jennifer was gone, leaving only a tissue with flaming red lips printed on it.

Sure enough, it's just a kidney transplant, so...it's good.

Nine p.m.

Sin City has just begun to unravel a piece of its mystery.

Caesars Palace Hotel, a four-star hotel, is less than five kilometers away from the Luxor Hotel and takes about 10 minutes by taxi.

The Victory of Samothrace, Caesar Augustus, the Trojan Horse... you can see ancient Roman elements everywhere, which can be called the epitome of the ancient Roman city, full of luxury and fantasy.

According to public information found on the Internet, there are several well-known Ingrams: Martha Ingram, Carl Ingram, and several other stars - these are excluded.The former is the chairwoman of Ingram Industries, with assets of around US$40 billion.The latter owns a beverage company called "Tweek".

Caesars Palace is owned by VICI Real Estate, which is operated by Caesars Entertainment, and is ostensibly unrelated to either Ingram family.

No relevant information about Ingram was found in the customer registration information.

"Don't he live at Caesars Palace?" Mike guessed.

There is no rule that you have to stay at Caesars Palace to play cards at Caesars Palace, so Mike lives in the Luxor.

"It's troublesome." Mike scratched his head.

There are more than a dozen well-known hotels nearby: Venetian, Treasure Island, MGM, Mirage... Luxor is also one of them.

Mike can't put too much experience into Ingram's body.

"Try your luck." Mike thought silently in his mind: "Turn on the [Lucky Halo]."

A circle of orange light that is invisible to ordinary people lights up under the feet, which means that the lucky halo is officially in effect.

Skill: [Lucky Halo LV1]

Type: Active, upgradeable.

Effect: Luck +20%.

Restrictions: 1 hour aging, 24 hours cool down.

Note: Upgrading requires 1 flash point.

Mike felt that he should be an African chief, otherwise how could he have inexplicably traveled to such a dangerous world.

Think about it, he was in the original world: no house, no car, single... Well, it's really a sad story.

No longer entangled with luck and misfortune, I exchanged [-] US dollars in chips.

I don’t know if the lucky halo took effect, but at 9:55, the fair young master of the Ingram family arrived belatedly with his arms around a thick-lipped blonde beauty, followed by two bodyguards.

At this time, Mike had more than 3 chips in his hand.

Perhaps because he saw that the bunny dealer had very little money, Ingram managed to throw a hundred thousand US dollars in chips on the card table in half an hour.

At ten o'clock in the evening, the dealers at some card tables will be replaced by bunny girls, which is a major feature of Caesars Palace and is dedicated to the welfare of the majority of LSPs.

Obviously, young Master Ingram's mind is not on the card table, but on the thick-lipped blonde, who looks impatient.

"This woman looks familiar, is she a little star?"

Mike watched Young Master Ingram enter the luxurious suite, and two bodyguards stood like pillars at the door.

"Do you want to give him 10 minutes to finish the matter?" Mike was quite humanitarian, and then he thought, "Is he overestimating him? He looks pretty vain."

"3 minutes... no, 5 minutes, no more."

Four minutes to take a shower, half a minute to aim, and half a minute to shoot. The arrangements are clear.

conscience!Give a thumbs up.

"Use the skin, Hisoka."

Mike said silently.

immediately--

Her hair color becomes red, her eyes are elongated, her lips become thinner, and there are yellow stars and purple teardrop makeup on each cheek.

Unspeakably strange.

Using the skin is not simply putting on the skin, it is more like the fusion of the host and the skin, seven parts skin, three parts user.Otherwise, Kizaru is 3 meters tall...

and so.

The clothes and figure remain unchanged.

"Who! Stop!"

The two bodyguards were alert.When Mike emerged from around the corner, the two of them shouted warnings, their hands on their holsters.

Mike kept going.

One of the bodyguards immediately drew his gun, without hesitation, pointed it at Mike, and shouted a warning:

"If you take one more step forward, I will kill you immediately!"

Another gun is pointed at Mike's back in case someone uses Mike to divert attention.

specialized!

To show respect, Mike gave a French military salute.

How do you call this military salute? At first glance, it looks like raising your hands in surrender, but if you look closely... it looks more like it.So much so that the two bodyguards relaxed for a moment.

However, Hisoka's appearance was very "punishing", and with Mike's smiling face, he didn't want to surrender at all.

The two of them suddenly became more vigilant.

The problem is, it's too late.Mike used stretchable love on the two of them, and the chewing gum-like elastic thread stuck to their hands.

Pull hard.

The two bodyguards suddenly lost their balance, and Mike quickly stepped forward.

Uppercut.

hand knife.

The two bodyguards fainted happily.

Mike found the room key card from the bodyguard and successfully opened the door with a beep.

"Uh……"

After entering the house, Mike did not see any scenes inappropriate for children. Only the young master of the Ingram family was tied up and thrown on the bed. He was tied in the reverse bow method. He was an expert.

"Uh huh..." The young master of the Ingram family had a ball of cloth stuffed in his mouth, which he judged to be his own... Strawberry Fatty.

"It's such a big deal." Mike looked around.

Whips, candles... none of them.

The blonde who entered the house with young Master Ingram was not there either.

However, the house is so big and there are not many places to hide people.

"Uuuuuuu..."

"Uuuuuuu..."

Young Master Ingram shows his presence.

"You said, if I save your dog's life, I'll be rewarded with 500 million US dollars?" Mike translated.

Mike's translation was obviously inaccurate, but Young Master Ingram's eyes lit up and he nodded desperately.

Look at the way he didn't blink when he lost money just now, 500 million is not unacceptable.Isn't it a bit insulting to say "a dog's life"?Considering the current situation, young Master Ingram decided to endure the humiliation.

Ingram nodded desperately.

Mike touched his chin, "It seems you agree. Very good. Those who know the current affairs are heroes. I, Sisuo, would like to praise you. Then the transfer should be in cash... Oh, transfer it, it is convenient."

Ingram: "..."

What a bullshit translation, you are clearly talking to yourself.

"Okay, I have a few serious questions to ask you next. Of course, you don't have to answer them. I'm quite a rude person."

With that said, Mike took out two guns, courtesy of the bodyguard at the door.

Not only was the Ingram fleur-de-lis emblem on the handle of the gun, but it was also the deterrent of the gun itself. Ingram was immediately as quiet as a quail in a thunderstorm.

Mike reached out and was about to remove the ball of cloth from Ingram's mouth, but suddenly paused, turned around and picked up the ball of cloth with the fruit knife on the table.

I almost forgot the nature of the cloth and almost got contaminated.

"Name." Mike asked.

The young master was stunned.

"What, is this an inappropriate question, or is it because the name is too ugly and you are embarrassed to show it to others?"

"No." The young master sneered, "I just didn't expect that there would be someone at Caesars Palace who didn't know my name."

"I didn't know it before, but now it does. Repeat, name."

"Douglas Ingram."

"Carl Ingram?"

"My grandpa!"

"Oh, the next question is very important. Think carefully before answering. Otherwise, you may be in the newspaper."

"newspaper?"

"Yes, the title is "Douglas Ingram, a rich man from a rich family, was shot eight times and died on the spot." The picture shows the lower body of a vacuum with a strawberry fat next to it."

Douglas: "..."

Sudden.

Mike raised his hand and gave Douglas a slap in the face, "I asked you to wear strawberry fat pants. How will I face the young lady wearing strawberry fat pants in the future? Should this slap be given?!"

"..." Douglas felt his cheeks burning with pain, and tears remained unsatisfied.

Even my dad never hit me.

"By the way, just because I attacked you, you're like hacking my 1000 million, right?" Mike's eyes flickered, giving off a dangerous light.Of course, the main thing was that he raised the muzzle of the previously hanging gun.

"No, no, absolutely not."

Grief and anger, grief and anger, did not affect Douglas's will to survive at all.

"It's best not, otherwise Brother Ye won't be able to save you, I said so."

"Tell me, why did you send someone to arrest me?"

"Brother! Did you find the wrong person? I don't recognize you, I have no impression at all."

The truth.

Hisoka's red hair, enchanting facial features, and perverted killer temperament make it hard to forget after seeing him once.Those who are timid may have nightmares.

Douglas cried like a child.

A song called "Too Wrongful".

"Sorry, mine."

Mike pulled out a tissue.

A frivolous illusion!

The tissue covered his face, and it suddenly turned into [Chadu Taihu] (ps).

Well, you may not believe it, but the young Kizaru is at least [-]% similar to the Sadatana.

How did he end up turning into a miserable salted fish?

"It's you!" Douglas's eyes widened, shocked by Mike's ability.

"It's me. Answer the question." Mike took off the tissue and restored his face.

"My luck is not very good. I keep losing more than I win. Then I discovered that you have particularly good luck. I wanted to ask you to come back and ask if you have any tips..."

"Please" is just a word.Think about it, if two strangers who look like "Xing" ask you to go with them, would you obediently obey them, or would you run away?

The answer is self-evident.

Mike stared at Douglas, judging whether he was lying through his microexpressions.

It seems...the truth.

Deceiving the lie detector and controlling micro-expressions are compulsory courses for agents, but Douglas does not seem to have received strict training.

Of course, it might be talent. After all, some people are born to be liars.

and so.

A professional torture expert will definitely torture the subject until he or she becomes humanoid, regardless of whether the person being tortured speaks or not.

"Huh~ After all, I didn't suffer any real harm. I can't torture you just because of this." Mike sighed.

Douglas nodded desperately, seriously agreeing with Mike's point of view.

"But the death penalty can't be spared and the living crime cannot be spared. How about this, together with the previous life-saving expenses, how about rounding it to 1000 million US dollars?"

"Yes, yes."