My Private Marvel System

So now Natasha and Natasha are already ordinary humans. Apart from Natasha's good guns, there is basically nothing special.

In contrast, Dole still has a chance to become stronger again.

After exploring the meeting place and scale of the Holy Light, the three of them quietly left.

"Although that pastor is very annoying, and he still shines. But I can feel that he has not weak strength, at least better than we are now." Natasha stroked little Tifa's head, said in a low voice.

"I don't like the smell of horse dung, especially the smell of fresh horse dung." Ben frowned and stood at the door of the stable, murmuring at the next meeting place.

Dole raised his eyebrows and gave a more loyal suggestion: "If you don't want to turn into horse dung-like excrement, you'd better get back your stone helmet quickly."

Ben suddenly became entangled, his always dream was to take off his cumbersome stone clothes. But when he really got a new life, he found that everything was not as beautiful as he thought.

The wife is married, and the children don’t know herself well. No income, not even a serious job. He can only hide from Tibet every day like a field mouse. This is not the life he wants.

"I like your stone bumps better than you are now bald."

Dole led Tifa out of the stable and began to clean her hot horse manure and urine. I didn't like the smell, so I went out to get some air.

It was Natasha who looked like she was familiar with the road, and got busy.

"How are you going to deal with that energy-saving light bulb? Assassination or sneak attack?" Natasha talked about these conspiracies lightly, just like discussing afternoon tea in a sunny garden.

"You don't need to kill, as long as you can find something." Dole doesn't know what the combat component looks like, and can only be reformatted and reorganized by the system after a certain distance.

"A big adventure? The one who undresses if you lose?"

Natasha lost her spy and agent status, she seemed to become active all at once, and her words became a lot humorous.

Did not wait for any results to be discussed. I heard a shrill siren from the door of Patty's house.

Natasha and Natasha hid in the haystack deep in the stables like criminals whose deeds were revealed. Ben whispered about the terrible smell in the stable, while Natasha motioned Dole to leave here.

Dole straightened his clothes. Walking out of the stable, I saw the dusty black police car.

The sheriff is of medium build with a round head. Hood, known as the "violent sheriff". The deputy police chief next to him is a long-haired, capable, veteran police officer who has worked in the Jewish parish for many years.

Sheriff Hood behaved casually, nothing like what a policeman should be. Pursing his lips, he checked the scene of the crime and asked the deputy police chief to start recording.

"This is a homicide case, not a child's play." Dole walked up to the two with a calm face, expressing dissatisfaction with their perfunctory behavior. Patty and his father stood there quietly, just like their ancient traditions, following the constraints of laws and morals.

"Hi! Young man. Did you see what this is?" Hood fingered the police badge on his chest and glanced at him sideways: "This is a piece of metal, but as long as I own this piece of metal, I will Can throw you into an iron cage in the name of assaulting a policeman."

"Okay, Hood, he's just a child." The deputy sheriff next to him smiled apologetically at Dole, and pulled the hot-tempered sergeant hurriedly to evacuate.

Sitting in the police car, Hood rolled down the window, revealing his round head and shouted: "Boy, the police station still lacks a gorilla for viewing, if you want. You can come here for a cameo!" Hood was a gangster. , Staring straight at Dole until he left his sight.

"Although Sergeant Hood is a bit nasty. But he really cares about our lives, but he can't express it." The silent Patty spoke suddenly, looking at the leaving Sergeant slightly in a daze.

Dole nodded, expressing understanding. After comforting Patty and his daughter a few words, they returned to their room.

Spreading his hands, his soul power surging, the flesh and bones made a sound of tightening like leather. Practice is always the best teacher, and when he truly applies the highland physical skills to actual combat, Dole understands how powerful this alien physical skills is.

In addition to spirit power, it can temper * and spirit in peacetime. It can also explode several times the value of combat power during the battle.

"Ding! The host uses his own soul power, please name it!"

"Critical Strike!"

"Ding! The crit was successfully named!"

1st level crit: gather the spirit power in the body. Detonate soul power with points as support. Increases 2 points of strength and 1 point of agility. Reduces spirit by 1.5 points for 2 seconds.

As he was tempering his soul power, there was a shallow and deep "beep" sound from the door.

Dole opened the door, and Natasha and Ben were outside.

"Did we go to the wrong place? Are you sure this is not a baby room?" It is small and shabby, with a lot of debris piled up in the corner. I was sitting on a pile of debris.

Natasha was nothing unusual, and took a look at Dole's new room: "It's a very nice decoration style. It would be better if there was less dust."

"How did you get in? I didn't seem to hear a polite knock on the door." Dole's eyes left from himself and fell on Natasha. This former Soviet agent lady always surprises people.

"The superpower is gone, but it doesn't mean we should go to the nursing home." Natasha sat in a lame chair, her leather jacket stretched out in a very attractive arc.

"Okay, I think we need a little explanation. Why do you care about Pastor Gehr?" Natasha didn't think that Dole had a leisurely time to take care of the Jewish affairs. It must have discovered something.

"I'm looking for something. After months of investigation and search, this so-called'Holy Light Society' has the greatest suspicion..." During this period of time, Dole has been tracing the news of the combat component. Without clues, You can only look for unusual things in the entire Jewish district for analysis.

It turned out that the Holy Light Society actually had a so-called ‘miracle’, which immediately attracted Dole’s attention.

Although it is not possible to determine the specific location of the combat component, the entire Jewish Diocese, only the Holy Light is most suspected.

.......

The deep night comes, and the still bushes are like plastic decorations that have lost their vitality.

In the woods on the edge of the Jewish district, a few simple tents and podiums swayed slightly under the firelight.

This is the gathering place of the Holy Light, and also the place where Pastor Gehr preached miracles and doctrines. Don't look at this place now is very crude, because Pastor Gehr does not want to attract the attention of the orthodox Jewish see, so he can only try to make it simple.

"May the Lord bless, it looks like you had a nice evening!"

Pastor Geer was dressed in a white robe, with eagle-like eyes looking down at the basement. This is the base of the Holy Light Society that the real core members can reach. It is located a few kilometers away from that small forest, underground of an abandoned barn.

A middle-aged man whose face was covered with blood and one eye was dug out was tied to the iron chair poured in cement.

Behind the middle-aged man, stood silently a young man with glasses and indifferent expression. He was an ordinary citizen who left the Jewish diocese a few years ago. After seeing the world of Huahua, he did not want to return to the boring Jewish diocese.

I don't know how Pastor Geer found him, but in a few years, he actually trained him to become a full-time killer.

"Sorry, it seems that Jabo is not very good at taking care of others. You must be sitting uncomfortably?"

Pastor Geer's voice buzzed in the basement, like a devil with fangs, at least the middle-aged man tied to an iron chair thought so.

"Um~! Um!!!"

The middle-aged man struggled violently, and only one eye was left looking at Pastor Geer pleadingly.

Pastor Geer nodded to Jiabo, and the other party indifferently took off the cloth from the middle-aged man's mouth.

"Pastor Ge... Please forgive my behavior, I'm just a..." The middle-aged man breathed the air, leaning forward to explain something.

"Wow!"

A cold light suddenly shot out from the man's mouth, Geer's eyes drenched, and a white halo blocked him.

"puff!"

Halo didn't actually block the opponent's attack. Seeing Pastor Geer was about to be killed by the opponent's attack, a gloved hand suddenly stretched out and caught the cold light.

"Bringing!!"

The gloves shimmering with white lines burst into blue smoke, like a charcoal fire.

"Hearts! You will be judged! The glory of the Lord is everywhere..."

White flames suddenly appeared in the middle-aged man's eyes, and those white flames even poured out of his mouth. It was like lighting a pile of firewood ~www.ltnovel.com~ The man was burnt to ashes by the white flame in a moment.

"It's another hard bone. Fortunately, our teeth are healthy enough."

Pastor Geer glanced at Jiabo who was in front of him in shock, and the other party immediately opened his hands, revealing his true face of cold light.

"Sacred curse? It's really a weak thing."

The sacred curse engraved with concentrated holy water has a strong offensive against all alien energies. This is a half-finger-long alloy steel needle with a lot of Hebrew seal engraved with micro-engraving technology. It is the perfect product of the combination of current technology and sacred spells.

It's a pity that for Pastor Gehr, it's still so short.

As he was about to step out of the gloomy basement, Pastor Geer suddenly paused.

"Hehe, a few small bugs were attracted by the nectar, Jiabo, please entertain our'new friends'." Pastor Geer squinted his eyes and told Jiabo next to him.

Jia Bo is like a machine without emotions, stretched out his fingers, tightened the pair of white gloves, and walked out.

It is hard to imagine that Jabo was an ordinary Jewish citizen a few years ago, and he had not even touched a gun. Now Jiabo is indifferent and ruthless, and his life is as worthless as toilet paper.

..........(To be continued)