" Maintain world peace!"
When Millson opened his eyes again and saw the words he had typed, he couldn't help but laugh, even though he knew it wasn't very reliable.
As expected, when he was in school, although he did not master some skills that were useful in this situation.
But at the very least, he was very successful in cultivating his spiritual civilization. He could type a few words with his eyes closed and express his lofty ideal of maintaining world peace.
After the message " Maintain world peace " was sent, the other party was silent again. After about five to six minutes, the chat avatar finally flashed again.
"You have to pay the price for betraying the organization!”Unknown chat partner.
"Haha!"
Millson sneered.
Then, he closed the chat interface.
To be honest, he felt like he had given up.
Even though he knew that he had transmigrated to the Marvel World, he had neither a golden finger nor a powerful person to rely on.
Although he could use some of his memories from his previous life to know what was going to happen in advance, without enough strength to help, what could he do even if he knew some of the plot in advance?
When those superheroes and supercriminals fought, the aftershocks of the battle alone could crush them into pieces.
Not to mention taking advantage of the chaos.
After being reborn as a human, Millson understood one thing.
Only with sufficient strength was the foundation of a person's survival.
Strength was just a general term here. It could be power, money, or anything else.
However, in the Marvel World, strength represented strength!
In this world, whether it was money or power, they were like paper tigers in the face of absolute power.
Now that he was about to welcome a new round of assassinations, what was the point of complaining?
He was indifferent to life and death. If he was not convinced, he would fight!
Now that I'm very unhappy, who will still indulge your stinky habit!
Who didn't have a bad temper?
"I'll pay you a hammer. Do you believe that I'll call the police now?”
Opening the chat interface again, Millson retorted directly on the keyboard.
After typing, Millson opened the drawer of the computer desk to see if he could find some information about the original.
After opening a cabinet, Millson was stunned again.
"What's going on? Why are there so many passport in the drawer?”
Millson took out all the passport from the drawer. He had indeed found more information, but it was a little different from what he had imagined.
With the help of the light from the computer screen, Millson opened all the passport.
Kobe Bryant!
Shaquille O'Neal!
Michael Jordan!
LeBlanc James!
"Are you asking me to play in the NBA?”
After reading the information on the passport, Millson couldn't help but complain.
However, although the names on these passport made people complain, they all had one thing in common. The photos on the passport were all of his current face.
"Could it be that the passport I found in my pocket is also fake?”
Millson's mind was in a mess again.
He was now thinking about a few more meaningful questions.
"Who am I?"
"Where am I?"
"What am I doing?"
It was a classic life question!
"Ding dong!"
"The organization has confirmed your current location. You are about to receive the punishment of the organization!”
"I can give you a chance now!”
"As long as you hand over that thing, we can let you live on account of your previous service to the organization!”
The chat partner on the other side of the computer immediately became a terrorist.
However, Millson was not in the mood to continue chatting with him. Instead, he asked directly on the computer.
"Who am I?"
。。。。。。
However, the other party did not reply.
It seemed that the other party was also stunned by Millson's strange question.
Then, just as Millson was about to continue asking for some information from the person he was chatting with.
"Crackle!"
A black object smashed through the glass of the room and flew in.
Millson was shocked, and then he looked at the black thing that flew in.
"F * ck!"
Although the light in the room was very dim, Millson still saw what the black thing was at a glance.
It was an MKII grenade!
Although Millson had never encountered such an emergency in his life before he transmigrated.
However, if he had never eaten pork before, how could he not have seen a pig run?
Therefore, the moment he saw what was thrown in.
Millson decisively threw himself on the other side of the bed.
"Boom!"
The moment Millson fell down, the bomb exploded. The power of the explosion was so great that it directly blew up everything nearby. The aftermath of the explosion mixed with the debris of the explosion was like bullets shooting everywhere in the room.
A few seconds later, after the explosion subsided, Millson carefully raised his head. Because of the bed, he was not hurt.
Moreover, the attack just now was not simple. It was a combination of his many years of experience in his previous life.
Whether it was the strength or angle, it was just right. A little more was too much, and a little less was too little.
"Da! Da! Da!"
Just as Millson scored a 9.9 for his fall, a series of hurried footsteps came from the corridor outside the house. The messy footsteps also told Millson that there were many people coming.
The group of people who came did not seem to have any intention of hiding their tracks. The dense footsteps were very clear in the quiet night, directly ringing in Millson's ears.
"Could these people be sent by the organization to punish me as the computer said?”
Millson stood up from the ground again, then hurriedly put his wallet and a few passport into his pocket, ready to escape.
If you want to do a good job, you must first sharpen your tools. Even if you were to escape, you had to bring some necessary things, right? If you didn't bring anything, how could you escape?
Just as Millson was packing up the necessary items.
Suddenly, he found a black object reflecting light in a cabinet.
"A pistol?"
Seeing the pistol that suddenly appeared, Millson quickly took the pistol in his hand. Although he didn't know how to use it yet, it was better to have a weapon in his hand than to fight with his bare hands.
After tidying up his things, Millson carefully walked along the wall toward the door.
Suddenly, there was a thud.
The door was opened from the outside.
As the door opened, a palm-sized object fell from the door. It was a bar of soap.
At this moment, a black man in a black suit walked in from the door and stepped on the bar of soap. With a bang, he fell on his face!
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