But when Link opened the file in the U disk, he was stunned.

It was a series of codes, densely packed, and in Link's eyes it was like a bunch of '******' symbols. He knew each other when they were separated, and when they were connected, he could only see the darkness.

"What the hell is this?"

"So I'm not even as good as a poor student!"

"Am I pretty..."

Originally, Link was thinking about seeing if he could make some materials to synthesize Spider-Man cards, but now, he found that he was a little overestimating himself.

I could only put the USB flash drive in my arms and sat in front of the computer helplessly.

Spider-Man cards must at least have spiders and some special materials. Otherwise, even if they consume a lot of reputation, the combined ones will probably be some very low-level white cards.

Materials have a crucial impact on the quality of the card.

Or the background setting determines the upper limit of the card, while the material affects the lower limit of the card.

You should know that Spider-Man's power is five tons at the lowest point, and the maximum can reach forty or fifty tons. This is just power. If it is replaced with impact force or something, it will be even more awesome.

I remember that Spider-Man in a certain version of his previous life could stop a high-speed subway.

"Hey! It seems that I can only wait until when will I meet the little spider and get some hair, blood and other things!"

Link was helpless, and at the same time he thought of the Hulk Hulk.

"Dadada..."

As my fingers danced on the keyboard, information about Hulk appeared on the computer instantly.

"Three years ago? The Green Giant appeared in San Francisco, causing panic and fighting the army?"

"It seems that the first part of the Hulk Hulk has happened!"

"Do you want me to register as Mr. Blue and lure Bruce Banner into the bait?"

"No, right! I remember General Ross said in the second part that it was a mutation that occurred five years ago, that is..."

After calculating the time, Link was a little confused. If it were as General Ross said, then the Hulk War hatred should have happened around 2010, more than a year before the Avengers.

It is March 2008, and this is two years apart, so it is impossible to find Hulk's traces.

"If I could get the materials on Hulk..."

The big guy who smashed something with a disagreement came to Link's mind. The power of Thor could even throw his feet. If he made a Hulk card, he would definitely be able to wander around.

"Oh... so many good things, but with my current strength, I can't get them at all!"

"And also reputation..."

Link was a little worried. If he wanted to become famous, he would either play a criminal hero or become a savior hero. However, this would definitely be noticed by many forces and even jealous.

He really dared not be stubborn until he had no strength.

...

Three days later.

Early in the morning, Link opened the door to the detective office.

Not long after, Uncle Long's old figure appeared in the detective office.

Seeing Uncle Long, Link wanted to speak but stopped, but still handed the information he had investigated to Uncle Long.

"Sent family?"

Uncle Long took a rough look at the information, then put it carefully in his arms, then took out a stack of dollars and said to Link: "Don't refuse, I know that Old Jack has been in New York for decades, and he will definitely leave some ways for you. I need weapons!"

"Uncle Bob, you're not thinking about it, that's a huge monster..."

Before Link finished speaking, Uncle Long shook his head, his eyes extremely firm: "In this capitalist world, the law cannot give justice, and I am old too..."

Uncle Long didn't finish his words, but Link already understood the meaning.

This is called revenge!

Revenge for your loved ones, even if you die, you will have no regrets.

"Come with me!"

Nodded, Link did not dissuade him and accepted the US dollar.

When he walked out the door, Link saw an old van, which was Uncle Long's car. He did not hesitate and took the driver's seat and drove out.

His father, Old Jack, did leave him with many twists and turns.

Among them are those who sell arms and intelligence. As a detective who has been in New York for decades, these things are Men Qing.

The car continued to drive along the avenue towards Hell's Kitchen. Along the way, he watched all directions and listened.

It was the first time he went to the black market to find an arms dealer, afraid of attracting others' attention.

"Drip...drip..."

Just as I turned a street, there were waves of police cars and ambulances filled my ears, and the road ahead was blocked.

Link saw police officers lifting several bodies from the park next to the avenue, two of which turned out to be half-old children.

Several doctors carried stretchers and put a man covered in blood on it, showing emergency assistance.

"It's the gangsters again, this unlucky family!"

"Who said no? But the man was lucky and was shot three times, but he didn't die!"

“…”

Listening to the discussions of the people around him, Link couldn't help but look at the man on the stretcher.

"Huh... it looks a little familiar? Nicholas Zhao Si? No, no!"

With a glance, Link seemed to see the appearance of the person being first aided. It was somewhat similar to Nicholas in his previous life, but also different, but it made Link a little familiar.

"Uncle Punishment?"

After a few glances, Link was stunned and remembered his familiar appearance. The only difference was the injured person in front of him. He did not have the thick beard on his face and looked very energetic.

Link also suddenly remembered the words he heard in the Cent family villa.

"At most three days, those related fish will be solved!"

"Treat it cleanly, don't leave any tricks and let others grasp the handle!"

“…”

"So, Uncle Fei's family was also robbed because of this!"

Looking at Uncle Fighting who was pushed into the ambulance and the remaining blood, Link suddenly had the urge to go down and get some Uncle Fighting Blood and make Uncle Fighting Cards.

Clicking on the system, Link had to shake his head regretfully.

Host: Linklass

Level: lv0

Cards: 1/3

Card making (click to view)

Fame value: 21

Have cards: 2

"Famous value is not enough to make cards!"

Turning his head to look at Uncle Long, who was also silent, Link stepped on the accelerator and passed through the crowd dispersed on the side.

After driving for an hour and a half, Link came to Hell's Kitchen again.

But this time, it was on the edge of Hell's Kitchen, which is strictly speaking, two blocks away from Hell's Kitchen.

This is a small arms dealer.

Link was not relieved that those powerful black merchants might be beaten by the evil ones if they were not careful.

"Here! Uncle Long!"

Link parked the car and took Uncle Long down the alley on the edge of the road to a dilapidated small bar.

The bar does not have a brand because it is daytime and it has not opened.

But there were still five or six strong men among them, laughing and drinking.

From time to time, my eyes kept looking at the door.

When everyone saw someone coming in, they paused and their hands faintly touched their waists.

At this moment, a strong man with a sloping legs and a bearded face walked out and said, "Private place, have you gone the wrong way?"

Link looked around and said in a low voice: "I'll look for..."
Chapter completed!