Marvel: Fusion

Jude stared blankly at the news being broadcast on TV. At this moment, he realized that he did not come to the beautiful country in the real world, but the beautiful country in the American comics, and it is also the American comic that combines DC and Marvel. world.

Compared with the real world, it goes without saying how dangerous the comic book world is. Not to mention all kinds of superheroes and super villains, there are countless powerful existences in the vast universe, the depths of the starry sky, and the multiverse.

For example, the two most famous super villains, DC's Darkseid, and Marvel's imitation of Darkseid's creation of the purple sweet potato spirit Thanos, both of these guys have a strong desire to conquer and destroy.

Not to mention that there are God-level villains such as Dormammu, Sangongmo, Celestial Group, Anti-Monitor, Brainiac, Black Death Emperor, Primal Transcendence, Cytorak, etc. These people love the earth if they have nothing to do Strolling around and making trouble, casually making a move will cause the world to shatter and cause countless casualties.

But in such a world, the first thing to do is to protect yourself, so as not to be affected by the aftermath of the battle, and you don't even know how you died.

"No wonder I merged with Grandpa Rick. It turns out that after traveling to such a dangerous world, ordinary people can't survive the fusion."

But thinking about his perverted brain now, his fear dissipated a lot. What is so great about a superhero? As a scientist, if I am not satisfied, I will change it. If I can’t change it, I will destroy it. Those who dare to stop me, Even gods will kill for you!

Touching the corner of his mouth and dropping twenty dollars, Jude got up and walked out of the restaurant. Just as he was about to go out, the voice of the boss Serres sounded.

"Herbert, let me remind you. The Bigfoot gang came to dinner yesterday. They chatted and said that you owed them a lot of money. It will be due in a few days. If you can't pay back the money, they will Take your 1957 Chevrolet away."

"What? That's my most valuable possession, more important than my life!"

"That's why I said, don't borrow money from them, their goal is your car."

"Thanks, Serres."

Jude frowned and left the restaurant. That classic Chevrolet car was considered an antique, the kind of treasure that could be put in a car museum. It was a dream to drive away for $3,000!

I don't know what the original host was thinking, knowing that the Bigfoot gang was greedy for his car, but they still chose to borrow money.

I went back to the apartment to get the car repair tools, and then found my classic car in the parking lot next to the apartment according to my memory. Among the cars, it really stands out from the crowd and is unique.

Jude patted the hood and said, "Your original owner has an obsession. He doesn't want others to spoil you, but I'm not a car lover, so you might be spoiled by others, so let me spoil you first."

As he spoke, he picked up the wrench and pliers to remove the engine, followed by the tires, chassis, and body. In less than half an hour, under Jude's super hands-on ability, an antique car turned into a pile of scrap iron.

After that, Jude picked and picked among the parts, packed up what he needed, and returned to the apartment with a bag on his shoulders.

Gears, distributors, spark plugs, transmissions...

"Very good, it happens to be a small and simple laser weapon rack."

Jude took a sip of beer and quickly assembled and disassembled it with both hands. Grandpa Rick's invincible technological talent and hands-on ability were manifested at this moment.

First take out the remaining gasoline in the Chevrolet, then neutralize a quarter of the water, then dilute it with a filter and sanitary pads, add one-sixteenth of Coke in the middle, and finally add three drops of cod liver oil, when everything is blended, the original Gasoline has also become barely usable liquefied gas.

Then use a rubber tube to connect the oil pump drive and the ventilation valve, and a simple spray gun is manufactured.

Gudong Gudong...

After finishing the beer in one gulp, Jude said to himself, "It's time to work!"

He took out the lighter in his pocket and lit it,

The liquefied gas spewed out, instantly forming a pillar of fire, and the originally irrelevant car parts began to melt and connect under the high temperature. In less than an hour, a palm-sized laser transmitter frame was made.

"Now I also need a power battery."

As Jude spoke, he began to look at the layout of the room, and finally fixed his gaze on the TV set by the wall.

Five minutes later, the TV was dismantled into pieces amid the unwilling creaking sound. Jude picked up the picture tube, power board and standby power supply. After some disassembly and assembly, a black battery two fingers wide appeared.

As long as the battery is placed in the sun for two hours, it can be fully charged. Although the reserve is not large, it should not be a problem to support 20 or 30 launches.

After doing this, Jude was relieved. There was nothing he could do with this small laser launcher. Although Grandpa Rick was super capable in melee combat, the problem was that his body was too weak. Even with his grandpa's combat memory, his The small arms and body can't be used. If you really use this body to fight with people, the biggest result is that you will break or dislocate your bones first.

But with the laser launcher, everything is different. If the members of the Bigfoot gang dare to find fault, they can completely make them come and go.

After doing this, Jude began to explore the memory of this body. Due to the fusion with Grandpa Rick's powerful spiritual power, the original owner's memory was squeezed to the point of being scattered, and it has become fragmented. A lot of energy.

It took a full hour for Jude to figure it out. It turned out that the place where he is now is Gotham City, which is known as the most dangerous and the highest crime rate in the United States.

Regarding Gotham City, even Superman once said that compared with his enemies, Gotham's criminals are more terrifying.

It is easy to understand this sentence, because the prisoners in Gotham are either mentally ill or psychopathic, and there are almost no healthy personalities. Although these criminals do not have super destructive power, their criminal methods are even more heinous and challenge people's bottom line.

I also found some information about the Bigfoot Gang. This gang is one of the gangs that have risen recently. There is nothing special about it. Maybe there is, but how much can an ordinary person know.

The original owner's intention to borrow the 3,000 dollars was also found out. It turned out that his playmate Ivy who grew up with him was imprisoned for stealing. Ivy had no friends and could only ask him for help.

Out of the ignorant feelings when he was young, the original host decided to release Ivy on bail, but where did a poor boy get the money? After working hard for a week, he only earned $500, which was far from the bail.

There was no way, the original host resolutely borrowed 3,000 dollars from the Bigfoot gang, but after arriving at the prison, although the deputy warden took his money, he did not release him, but told him with a mocking smile that Ivy had been transferred away Yes, he was late, and then he was thrown out.

The original host returned to the apartment in a daze, and Chen Xing happened to pass through and occupy his body.