My years as a superhero in Marvel

At 11:30 pm, after making sure that everyone in the family was asleep, Jason gently opened the window and jumped down from his room on the second floor. After landing, he rolled forward to perfectly relieve the impact of the fall without making any sound.

Today, Harry invited Peter to intern at the Osborn Group. Jason knew that Spider-Man would soon appear. New York City, which had been peaceful for decades, might no longer be peaceful in a few months, and heroes and villains would all appear.

Thinking of this, Jason felt the urgency of time. He needed to increase his strength faster so that he could protect his family in the coming era of heroes and villains.

Jason plans to complete the novice hero's mission as soon as possible so that he can get the reward from the system to improve his abilities.

Jason was heading to the sixth block. He chose to run instead of driving because he was afraid of waking up his family. Although he did not gain any ability or skills to increase his speed, Jason was still running very fast because he possessed the "Internal Energy" of the minor success level. The speed was close to 30 kilometers per hour.

You should know that the champion of the human 100-meter race also runs at about 30 kilometers per hour in the sprint stage.

And any 100-meter sprinter cannot use this explosive sprinting power for long-distance running. Fortunately, it was close to midnight, and there were few pedestrians on the road, and no one noticed Jason's abnormal running ability.

Jason ran about ten kilometers and arrived at the sixth block. After running such a long distance and fast speed, Jason still felt a little tired even with the support of his inner strength.

"Next time, it would be best if I could acquire some speed abilities or some scape skills, so that I can at least run away from the guys I can't beat. If I rely on running, it's not only tiring but also very slow." Jason said to himself while panting.

After resting for about five minutes, Jason felt that his physical strength had recovered with the help of his inner strength. Jason used one-click to change his clothes and directly put on the hero suit provided by the system, which was the gray hooded suit, and then walked towards the depths of the sixth block.

"Dude, hurry up. This is the best stuff. If you want it, hurry up." A low voice urged from an empty room that no one lived in. There were two groups of people standing in the room, one black and the other looked like Mexicans or Latinos. What the two groups were trading in the room was marijuana.

Haze is a common substance in the United States. Some places allow it to be smoked, but others completely prohibit it. And no matter which state it is, it cannot be sold publicly on a large scale.

New York is one of the areas where haze is banned, so many gangs secretly do haze business. Although the profit is not as good as cocaine, the advantage is that the risk is low.

Even if you are caught, you can get away by paying a bail and doing community service for a period of time.

This is Queens, and it is difficult to do cocaine business here, because George Stacy, the chief of the Queens police force, is a man who can't tolerate any sand in his eyes. So the main business of the gangs in Queens is selling weed.

In fact, the addictiveness of marijuana is not low, and it is easy to have various hallucinations after taking it.

Jason once saw a neighbor in his neighborhood who had hallucinations because of taking marijuana, and finally killed his wife and daughter with a pistol. When the hallucinations passed, he realized the mistakes he had made and committed suicide out of guilt.

Jason secretly watched the transaction going on inside from the window, and wondered whether to go in and stop it. This crime was obviously a serious crime, after all, it was also drug trafficking. If he stopped it, his reputation would increase a lot, and stopping three serious crimes would complete one task.

But based on Jason's life experience in the United States, generally when this kind of transaction takes place, both gangs will carry guns. This time it seems that the black gang and the Mexican gang are doing the transaction. There are three people on each side, so there are six people on both sides, which means there may be six pistols, which is really a bit risky.

Jason was about to leave here first, to separate and defeat these guys, which was the safest way. However, what Jason did not expect was that the terrace floor of this house had been rotten due to years of disrepair. Jason, who was standing outside the window and eavesdropping, had just stepped back two steps to leave when he stepped on a piece of wood and broke it, making a cracking sound. In the quiet midnight, this sound seemed unusually harsh.

The two gangs in the house immediately became alert.

Jason hid in the corner and cursed inwardly. Through the corner of his eye, he could see two gang members walking towards him. It seemed that he could not hide, so Jason pulled out two alloy short sticks that he had just bought at the sporting goods store today and prepared for the battle.

When two armed gangsters were about to approach the window where Jason was hiding, Jason suddenly appeared at the window.

One gangster was closer to the window, and Jason took advantage of the other's moment of distraction to attack him left and right.

He hit him on the head several times with two short sticks quickly, but because he was a little nervous, Jason didn't hold back. Every time the metal short stick hit the other party, there was a crisp sound of bone breaking.

The other gang member was far away from Jason, so Jason did not hesitate. After beating the gang member in front of him, he threw a short stick and hit the other man's forehead.

The man lost his balance and fell down. The muzzle of the gun that was aimed at Jason also shifted its position, and the bullet shot from the muzzle hit the ceiling directly.

Jason didn't want to fight and immediately left the window sill. The moment Jason left, the other four gangsters opened fire at the window sill where Jason had been. They fired countless rounds, and when the pistol stopped firing, Jason hid in another window and saw the four of them changing magazines.

Jason felt a toothache. These gangs were too unprofessional.

All four of them had used up all their bullets in one go. After all, those who bought and sold drugs were small gangs. The real big gangs were all big businesses in cocaine.

How many elites could a small gang have?

Especially African-American gangs. They never aimed when they picked up the gun. They relied on faith to hit the target. Mexican-American gangs were a little better, but only to a limited extent.

If it was a well-trained Italian family gang, or a daring Asian gang, Jason would probably not have escaped alive today.

Jason would not miss such a good opportunity for the other party to change the magazine. He jumped from another window sill and rushed directly to the four people. If it was a close combat, Jason was not afraid of these guys at all. These two gangs seemed to be far less powerful than the bald man he met two days ago.

The result was exactly as Jason expected. None of the four were tough guys. Jason flew close to the black man on his left and hit him on the cheek with a stick. With a wow, the black man vomited blood and fell to the ground, and half of his teeth were broken.

Jason took advantage of the opportunity when the other party fell and kicked him in the temple. The kick knocked the black man unconscious, and it was unknown whether he was dead or alive.

These guys just wanted to kill him, Jason would not be polite to them. The Mexican behind Jason took out a short knife and prepared to hit Jason hard from behind. However, the Mexican's short knife skills were far inferior to the bald man that day.

Not only was his speed not fast enough and his accuracy was not good, but he also made a lot of noise during the action. Jason easily avoided the Mexican's assassination when he heard the sound, and instead went around behind him.

Jason raised the metal short stick and hit the opponent's neck directly. With a click, the poor Mexican's neck was broken by the short stick, and he fell straight to the ground without a sound. While Jason was fighting with the two men, the other two gang members had already loaded the magazines and were ready to shoot at Jason.

Jason used the same trick again, and smashed the only short stick in his hand directly at the gangster who was far away from him, and the short stick directly hit the palm of the other party's gun. The abundant force not only broke two bones in the other party's hand, but also knocked the gun in his hand far away, and no one knew where it went.

Jason took a step to the gang member who was closer to him, and used his right elbow as a blade to attack with his elbow. Jason's elbow directly hit the opponent's heart, and the opponent was hit by Jason before he could react.

The gang member's sternum was obviously broken, and some broken bones may have even been inserted into the heart. He was spitting out large mouthfuls of blood.

The last gang member still standing was the black man whose hand bone was broken by the short stick.

He saw how fierce Jason was and was ready to run away after knocking down the five people on both sides. But it had come to this point, would Jason let him get away? Jason estimated that he must have killed someone today, but in this life-and-death situation, killing was not a big deal. Although he didn't like the smell of blood, Jason had no guilt for killing people.

Since they were gang members, they should have expected the possibility of being killed, but it was just a matter of who would kill them.

And these gangsters are not good guys. Real gangsters are not as elegant as the ones played by Marlon Brando in the movie "The Godfather". The real American gangsters are a bunch of scum who kill people without blinking an eye and eat people without spitting out bones.

In the end, this old black man could not escape Jason's pursuit. Jason caught up with him and punched him directly from the back. A punch with internal force hitting an ordinary person is completely unstoppable. Old Black fell to the ground without even a grunt. Jason went back to check on the two people who went to the window sill to look for him at the beginning, and found that both of them were shot into a hornet's nest.

These gangsters can be so cruel even to their own people, not to mention outsiders. Jason retrieved his two short sticks and found two large brown paper bags, which probably contained the items for this transaction. Finally, after thinking about it, Jason took two Colt M1911 pistols and six magazines from the gangsters.

After doing all this, Jason left immediately and disappeared into the night. Fifteen minutes after Jason left, the police who received the report arrived here. At this time, Jason had wandered around the city and was already ten kilometers away from the scene of the incident.