Chapter 36: Lin Zhen, F*ck You!
In the center of the hall, Hulk's massive, three-meter-tall body was like a mountain of green flesh, and his violent roars caused the marble on the surrounding load-bearing columns to crack.
The area where he originally wore his underwear was completely empty, revealing a cleavage that would make countless men envious.
Thor looked at this green monster, his brows furrowed tightly.
He thought this was just another mutant lackey Lin Zhenhad recruited from somewhere, and anger flared up in his heart. He pointed at Hulk and roared, "I am the Thor of Asgard; how dare a mere green-skinned monster block me!"
Hulk's not-so-bright brain couldn't understand anything about Asgard. He only saw a golden-haired, muscular man shouting at him. A flash of brutality crossed his crimson eyes, and he took a step forward.
Just as Thor was about to throw a punch, Hulk's hand, large as a palm-leaf fan, had already grabbed his ankle tightly.
"How dare you..."
Before Thor could finish his sentence, he was instantly lifted into the air.
Hulk swung him like a ragdoll and slammed Thor hard against the floor to the left.
Bang!
The marble floor shattered instantly.
Immediately after, Hulk exerted force in the opposite direction, swinging Thor up and slamming him hard against the floor to the right.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Dull thuds echoed through the hall in rapid succession. The violent force smashed deep craters into the ground, sending debris flying everywhere. Thor was like a toy with no power to resist, being smashed crazily against the ground by Hulk.
General Ross and the the military soldiers holding their guns were all stunned, forgetting even to pull the triggers.
Lin Zhen crouched behind cover in the distance. Not only did he have no intention of going up to help, but he also pulled a tactical flashlight he had just snatched from the the military out of his System Inventory.
He pressed the switch, and the pale, intense light shone like a stage spotlight, hitting Thor's face—which was bruised and swollen, with stars swirling in his eyes—with perfect precision.
"Oh my, this NPC's combo is so smooth! Little brother, your armor is high, so hold on a bit longer; your big brother is recording this for posterity!" Lin Zhen said, holding the flashlight in one hand and frantically recording with his phone in the other, while providing loud commentary.
Thor, who was dizzy and disoriented from the smashing, felt a surge of blood rush to his head upon hearing this.
He, the dignified Thor, when had he ever suffered such humiliation!
"Get away!"
Thor let out a roar of extreme humiliation, exerted force with both arms, and forcibly broke free from Hulk's large hand.
Covered in blood, he climbed out of the crater, looked up, and let out an Earth-shattering roar at the ruined ceiling of S.H.I.E.L.D., suddenly raising his right hand high.
"Mjolnir, come!"
Boom!
Accompanied by deafening thunder, the specially reinforced explosion-proof ceiling of the S.H.I.E.L.D.building was once again smashed open by a terrifying force.
A silver-gray war hammer, wreathed in blinding blue and white lightning, tore through the air with a piercing shriek.
Feeling that familiar, blood-linked pulsation, Thor reached out his right hand with teary eyes, preparing to welcome his most loyal old partner and thereby wash away the humiliation he had just suffered.
However, just one second before Mjolnir was about to land in his palm.
The war hammer made an extremely strange, ultra-smooth sharp turn in mid-air.
It bypassed Thor's longing hand completely and, with a "pop," landed steadily in the hands of Lin Zhen, who was crouching behind cover eating sunflower seeds.
The air seemed to freeze at this moment.
Thor maintained his raised-hand posture, staring blankly at his empty palm, then turned to look at Lin Zhen, who was holding the hammer with an innocent expression. He collapsed on the spot, his entire worldview shattered.
"Why, why did it choose you again!" Thor screamed, his voice cracking.
Lin Zhen spat out the sunflower seed shell in his mouth and shook the hammer in his hand righteously, "This is called the System high-frequency request override mechanism. With your hand speed, you couldn't even snatch a bronze treasure chest in an online game, and you want to snatch orange gear?"
Just as the two were bickering, Hulk's attention was drawn by the lightning exploding from Mjolnir.
He turned his massive green head and stared fixedly at Lin Zhen, who was holding the hammer and wearing a chicken mask.
In Hulk's muddled brain, an image flashed instantly of a large bottle of white sleeping pills being forcibly shoved into his mouth.
"Roar!"
Hulk let out a roar even more violent than before, abandoning Thor completely. He strode forward with his thick legs, charging toward Lin Zhen like an out-of-control heavy tank.
Lin Zhen felt his scalp tingle as he looked at the several-ton green fist crashing toward him.
"Motherf*cker, this monster isn't playing by the rules!"
His eyes darted around, and he decisively turned and sprinted toward Nick Fury, who was hiding behind a load-bearing column.
"Director, hurry and use your dominant aura to pull the monster; I'll provide support for you!"
Nick Fury watched Hulk's terrifying momentum as he shattered the floor, his remaining eye nearly popping out of its socket in fear.
He couldn't care less about his image as Director. He scrambled and crawled in an extremely pathetic posture, diving behind another load-bearing column while cursing wildly, "Motherf*cker Lin Zhen, you bastard, don't lead the monster to me!"
Seeing that the Director hadn't pulled the monster and Hulk was about to be right in his face, Lin Zhen didn't hesitate to toss Mjolnir like a hot potato, accurately stuffing it into the arms of Thor, who had just climbed up from the ground.
"Little brother, don't say your big brother doesn't take care of you. Here's your artifact back, and the monster is yours too. Hurry up and pull the aggro!" Lin Zhen shouted.
Thor instinctively hugged Mjolnir. Before he could even feel happy, Hulk's massive body had already charged in front of him.
However, Hulk didn't care about Thor holding the hammer at all. His mind was filled only with the memory that this bastard wearing a chicken mask had fed him sleeping pills.
Hulk didn't even glance at Thor, swatting the Thorblocking his way aside like a fly, and locked onto Lin Zhen, continuing to charge and chase.
"This game's aggro mechanics are toxic, right? Feeding him medicine generates more aggro than smashing his face!"
Seeing that the aggro hadn't been cleared, Lin Zhendecisively activated extreme parkour mode.
He scanned the area and locked onto General Ross and the group of the military soldiers on the other side of the hall.
"Since I can't clear the aggro, I'll use my old trick and kill with a borrowed knife!"
A wickedly devious smile curled the corners of Lin Zhen's mouth as he specifically dove into the crowd of the militarysoldiers.
Hulk trampled everything in his path, not caring at all what was blocking him.
The the military's meticulously arranged bulletproof cover, set-up heavy machine gun positions, and armored vehicles parked at the edge of the hall were smashed to pieces like paper under Hulk's violent fists.
The screeching sound of twisting steel and the roar of explosions blended together.
General Ross watched his elite troops being mowed down by Hulk like wheat, his face pale with fear, and he fled with his head in his hands under the cover of his personal guards.
"Open fire, stop that monster!" the officers screamed in despair.
Stray bullets flew everywhere in the hall.
Lin Zhen scurried around with his head covered amidst the hail of bullets and flying debris, his left hand wielding the frying pan with extreme proficiency.
Clang! Clang!
The frying pan blocked the stray bullets aimed at him with perfect precision, sending sparks flying.
Whenever Hulk smashed an ammunition crate or overturned an armored vehicle, Lin Zhen would reach out and touch it.
Amidst the extremely chaotic chase, he frantically picked up the high-level gear dropped by the the military.
[Obtained: the military Portable High-Explosive C4 x 5]
[Obtained: Individual Exoskeleton Power Armor (Right Arm Component) x 1]
[Obtained: Special Armor-Piercing Magazine x 10]
The system notification sounds rang continuously in Lin Zhen's mind like a beautiful symphony, and he laughed out loud as he ran.
"Old man Ross is truly a good guy; I've completely emptied his armory this time!"
On the other side, Thor, who had been swatted away by Hulk, stood up from the ruins.
He gripped Mjolnir tightly, having regained it, and felt the violent divine power surging within him once again; blue and white lightning danced wildly in his eyes.
To regain the face he lost after being swung around like a ragdoll earlier, Thor held the war hammer high, and violent thunder instantly filled the entire hall.
"For Asgard!"
Thor let out a roar, his body wreathed in blinding lightning, and charged toward Hulk's back like a cannonball fired from its chamber.
Boom!
Thor smashed his hammer hard onto Hulk's broad back, and the violent lightning exploded instantly, causing Hulkto stagger.
Hulk felt the pain, turned around abruptly, and stared fixedly at Thor with his crimson eyes. He backhanded him with a powerful, heavy swing, slamming it hard onto Thor's face.
Bang!
The two immediately started brawling.
One was the Thunder God of Asgard, the other was the most violent green monster on Earth.
The dull thuds of punches landing on flesh, the thunderous roars of Mjolnir exploding, and Hulk's deafening roars were intertwined.
The violent Shockwave and overflowing lightning completely demolished the first-floor hall of S.H.I.E.L.D.into ruins. Load-bearing walls collapsed one after another, large sections of the ceiling fell, and the entire headquarters building shook violently, as if it would collapse at any moment.
Taking advantage of the two gods fighting, Lin Zhen had long since performed an incredibly smooth slide and hidden behind a reinforced security door in the corner.
He pulled out a handful of sunflower seeds. While watching this epic CG spectacle, he looked at the skyrocketing experience points and the full inventory of purple and blue gear on his system panel, grinning so wide his back molars were showing.
"Fight, fight hard. If you don't tear this map apart, it wouldn't be worthy of the aggro I worked so hard to pull."
Ten minutes later, the aftermath of the battle finally began to subside.
Hulk and Thor seemed to be having fun; the two fought all the way from the hall, through the outer wall, and charged directly into the streets outside. The roars and thunder gradually faded into the distance.
Covered in dust and dirt, Nick Fury pushed aside the pieces of rubble pressing down on him and climbed out of the ruins with difficulty.
His iconic black trench coat had been torn into strips, and his remaining eye stared fixedly at the tragic scene before him.
The S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters hall, once impregnable and representing the majesty of the world's highest intelligence agency, had been demolished to the point where not a single intact load-bearing column remained.
The floor was covered with wailing the military soldiers and scrapped armored vehicle parts, and leaking pipes were spraying jets of water.
Fury took a deep breath, suppressing his about-to-explode anger, and turned to look for the culprit wearing the chicken mask.
However, the space behind the security door in the corner was empty.
Lin Zhen had long since used map teleportation to run away.
Left behind on the spot was a pile of extremely glaring sunflower seed shells. He had even drawn a big, funny smiley face on the wall with a marker pen, and next to it was a line of crooked words: "Director, my mom is calling me for dinner; I'm leaving first."
Fury looked at the words, rubbed his eyes in a headache, and discovered that his eyepatch was suddenly missing.
"Lin Zhen, F*ck You!!!!"
Chapter 37: What Did He Stuff into His Crotch?!
A Villa in New York.
Lin Zhen was sprawled out on the sofa, holding a Batmancomic he had just swiped from a street newsstand.
"The damn developers have absolutely no sense of fair play. They actually snuck DC content into the Marvel map? Did they even pay the copyright fees for this?!"
He flipped through a couple of pages, his mind involuntarily recalling the absurd item he had opened earlier. He pulled the baby bottle directly from his System Inventory, and seeing the words "Firecracker Girl's Milk" on it, the corner of his eye twitched violently.
"Come to think of it, the system once mentioned Homelander from the neighboring The Boys. Could it be that this game will add DLC later, increasing the plot of other Universes, and letting me slap Homelander across the face?" Lin Zhen rubbed his chin, seriously considering this possibility.
Just then, the system interface suddenly popped up an extremely glaring crimson notification.
[Limited-time World BOSS battle: Defeat "Whiplash" Ivan Vanko]
[Location: Stark Industries Expo]
[Reward: Depends on the damage dealt by the player to the BOSS; the higher the damage, the richer the reward!]
Upon seeing the words World BOSS, Lin Zhen instantly sprang up from the sofa and tossed the comic in his hand aside: "A fat monster has spawned; I have to take this one down!"
He pulled the modified large-caliber anti-materiel sniper rifle he had snatched from General Ross last time directly from his System Inventory, skillfully pulled the bolt, and listened to the crisp metallic sound of the bullet chambering. Lin Zhen snapped his fingers and directly initiated map teleportation.
Meanwhile, the scene at the Stark Industries Expo had already turned into chaos.
Screams and explosions intertwined, and flames soared into the night sky.
Tony was maneuvering wildly in mid-air wearing the Mark VI armor, the tail thrusters spitting out dazzling tongues of fire. Behind him, there was Rhodey, remotely controlled by Ivan, and dozens of Hammer Industries steel soldiers. Dense swarms of tracking missiles trailed long white smoke as they darted through the night sky.
In the communication channel, while wildly maneuvering to dodge missiles, Tony complained irritably, "Rhodey, can you stop pointing your gun at me? That idiot Hammer's firewall is basically a public toilet—anyone can walk right in. How did you even get hacked like this?"
Rhodey, sweating profusely inside the armor, shouted loudly, "Stop talking nonsense! I told you I can't control this armor. My armor even automatically locked onto your ass—this damn system is auto-tracking!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a missile was launched towards Tony's ass.
"Jarvis, help me activate the armor's Anti-Lin Zhen mode!"
The next moment, the butt of Tony's armor suddenly twisted mechanically, and a Gatling gun emerged from the back, firing directly at the missile with a da-da-da sound.
...
On the other side, outside the control room of Hammer Industries.
Happy was sweating profusely while wrestling with a few security guards, and Natasha had already successfully broken into the control room. She was dressed in a tight black combat suit, her fingers moving like blurs on the keyboard, and the code on the screen was scrolling frantically.
"Found the underlying code," Natasha's eyes narrowed as she hit the Enter key hard, "Force restart!"
In mid-air, the red warning interface in front of Rhodey instantly disappeared, and the system came back online.
"Tony, I've regained control!" Rhodey let out a long sigh of relief.
"Then get to work!"
The two armors landed with a boom.
Without any nonsense, the two cooperated tacitly, firing at full power. Tony's repulsor blasts and chest uni-beam swept everywhere, while Rhodey's shoulder-mounted Gatling guns and micro-missiles poured out frantically.
Amidst the deafening roar, the surrounding remaining steel soldiers were quickly blown into a pile of burning scrap metal, with parts scattered all over the ground.
Rhodey lifted his faceplate, looked at the wreckage all over the ground, and said, panting, "It's finally over. This junk made by Hammer is really annoying."
Just when the two thought the trouble was finally resolved and were preparing to catch their breath.
Boom!
The glass dome above their heads let out an extremely harsh cracking sound, and countless huge glass shards fell like a rainstorm.
Accompanied by an extremely heavy metallic clanging sound, Ivan Vanko, wearing a massive, heavily armored giant Whiplash mecha, smashed through the dome and landed in the center of the stage with immense pressure.
The marble floor was cracked over a large area under his feet. Ivan held two thick metal whips in his hands, with high-voltage arcs jumping wildly on them, emitting a scalp-tingling crackling sound, and the surrounding air was distorted by the high temperature.
He waved his electric whips arrogantly, smashing a nearby stone pillar to pieces with a casual strike.
Ivan looked down at Tony, his eyes full of long-accumulated hatred and fanaticism.
In order to display his arrogance and mockery, and to let Tony Stark see with his own eyes who ended the myth of the Stark family, he extremely arrogantly pressed the armor opening button on his neck.
The heavy metal faceplate slowly popped open with a hiss of air, revealing that face full of fat and covered in tattoos.
Ivan took a deep breath, a cruel sneer curling at the corner of his mouth, preparing to deliver a long string of villain-exclusive revenge declarations to announce his victory.
Tony's expression was grave, and he was preparing to engage, but just then, his peripheral vision caught a glimpse of an observation deck hundreds of meters away, where the space distorted without any warning.
A figure wearing a center-parted chicken mask and casual clothes appeared out of thin air. The person was carrying an exaggeratedly large-caliber anti-materiel sniper rifle on his shoulder, and the pitch-black muzzle was already steadily resting on the railing, locked firmly onto the center of the stage.
The corner of Tony's eye twitched uncontrollably twice.
He was too familiar with that mask, and too familiar with that psychopath's style of doing things. Tony, who had been facing a formidable enemy just a second ago, now had an extremely strange expression. Looking at Ivan, who was still preparing his lines, there was actually a hint of sympathy in his eyes.
"Stark, the sins of your family, today..." Ivan opened his mouth, his voice low and hoarse.
"Ivan," Tony suddenly interrupted him, holding back his laughter as he said, "If I were you, I would close the faceplate right now, really."
Ivan froze for a moment, then sneered. He thought Tonywas afraid, thinking that this arrogant Iron Man finally felt fear.
"It's too late, Tony. Begging for mercy now won't have any..."
Bang!
A deafening, dull boom exploded in the night sky, drowning out all the wind and crackling currents.
Ivan's voice stopped abruptly.
A bullet came tearing through the air at a speed the naked eye couldn't catch, and with a "thud," it accurately struck Ivan's completely unguarded head.
That ultimate BOSS mecha, which had been full of pressure and had such a flashy entrance, hadn't even managed to finish a complete line of dialogue; it was killed instantly less than ten seconds after appearing.
The headless mecha lost control, toppled straight backward, and crashed into the ruins with a boom, bursting into sparks and uncontrolled electric arcs all over the ground.
The whole scene was dead silent.
Rhodey stared blankly at the headless corpse, then looked at Tony, "Did you... did you arrange for a sniper?"
Tony covered his face and sighed: "I didn't arrange it."
On the observation deck hundreds of meters away, Lin Zhen neatly put away his sniper rifle and curled his lip, "Motherfucker, acting cool without wearing a helmet—isn't that just pure feeding? Villains dying from talking too much is an iron rule in the gaming world."
Lin Zhen took a leap and jumped down from the observation deck, which was tens of meters high. Just before landing, he performed an extremely silky slide along the ground, sliding directly to the side of Ivan's headless mecha.
Without the slightest hesitation, Lin Zhen's hands turned into blurs. His left hand ripped off the connection wire of the electric whip, and his right hand violently gouged at the Arc Reactor on the mecha's chest.
"Boss, the fee for the substitute service is five million, plus this mecha belongs to me!" Lin Zhen shouted at Tony while frantically stripping the high-level parts from the mecha.
Tony watched Lin Zhen's skilled looting action, his mouth twitching, "Slow down, no one is fighting you for it."
He had just finished speaking when he saw the scene before him, and he was completely stunned.
He saw Lin Zhen hug the heavy mecha, which was a size larger than him, and forcefully stuff it between his legs.
In their extremely horrified gaze, the massive mecha instantly disappeared, having been forcefully stuffed into Lin Zhen's System Inventory.
"Good god, where did he stuff that thing?!" Rhodey was so scared he took a step back.
Tony patted Rhodey on the shoulder, his tone extremely weary, as if he were already used to it: "Just get used to it; this is nothing."
Lin Zhen dusted off his hands and stood up.
The system panel popped up.
[Limited-time World BOSS battle: Defeat "Whiplash" Ivan Vanko, settled]
[Player damage share: 100% (One-hit kill)]
[Rewards obtained: EXP + 5000, Mission Points + 30, Item: Ender Dragon Elytra, Cash $2 million]
[Ender Dragon Elytra: You can rely on the elytra to glide, and use fireworks, explosives, and other items to fly quickly.]
Looking at the generous rewards, the eyes under Lin Zhen's mask curved into crescents.
"Boss, I'll send the bill to your company tomorrow. Remember to pay on time, otherwise, I'll send the footage of your last party to the media." Lin Zhen snapped his fingers and directly initiated teleportation.
The air distorted, and the figure disappeared.
Leaving behind only the chaotic Stark Expo and Iron Man, who was still left messy in the wind...
Chapter 38: Elytra and Mission.
Five hundred meters above New York.
Lin Zhen wore a parted-hair chicken mask, a pair of purple-black dragon wings spread out behind him, and he glided at high speed through the clouds in a spread-eagled position.
"Woo-hoo, takeoff!"
He reached back and pulled a large firework he'd bought from a firework shop out of his System Inventory, lit the fuse, and skillfully shoved it under his butt.
Bang!
The fire exploded violently in the night sky, and the powerful thrust propelled him through the sound barrier instantly, leaving a brilliant trail over the bustling Manhattan.
He felt that Iron Man's armor was truly weak as hell!
It's true that everyone can fly, but his elytra offered a 360-degree panoramic view; didn't that totally crush Tony's Mark 3?
The only side effect was that his butt felt a bit blasted, and even his underwear had been half-burned off by the firework.
This won't do.
It looks like I really need to get my hands on that original pair of Bruce Banner's underwear.
Once I equip that gear, Mom will never have to worry about my underwear getting damaged again.
Just as Lin Zhen was pondering this to himself, a call came through.
He glanced at the phone and deeply experienced the sinister nature of capitalism; this crappy game had absolutely no concept of holidays.
As long as you were idle for more than twelve hours, a slave driver would definitely respawn nearby to whip you into working.
The most ridiculous part was that this slave driver, damn it, was a Black man.
"Hey, Director, what is it in the middle of the night? I'm busy testing new equipment," Lin Zhen shouted against the high-altitude gale.
"Lin Zhen, come to my office immediately. There's an emergency mission," Nick Fury said.
"Is there a raise? If not, I'm not going."
"If you aren't here within ten minutes, I'm cutting your Stark Industries consulting stipend."
Beep, beep, beep.
The call was ruthlessly hung up.
"Motherfucker, fine, you win!"
Lin Zhen glanced at the brightly lit S.H.I.E.L.D.headquarters building below, adjusted the angle of his elytra, and took out three fireworks, bundled them together, and shoved them under his butt.
Boom!
The massive thrust turned him into a purple missile, heading straight for the top floor of S.H.I.E.L.D.
S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters, Director's office.
Nick Fury sat behind his desk, picked up a cup of freshly brewed hot coffee, and looked at the newly installed explosion-proof floor-to-ceiling window, feeling a rare moment of peace.
The mess General Ross had caused had just been cleaned up, and the reconstruction of the lobby was still ongoing, but at least this top-floor office was safe now.
He had just brought the coffee to his lips.
Suddenly, an extremely blinding purple light flared up in the night sky outside the window.
Nick Fury's single eye narrowed, and before he could react—
Crash!
The triple-laminated explosion-proof glass that had just been replaced at great expense was smashed to pieces by a purple-black unidentified flying object.
The gale, mixed with shards of glass, instantly swept through the entire office.
Lin Zhen rolled twice on the floor, brushed the broken glass off his body, nimbly retracted the elytra on his back, and swaggered over to pull out a chair and sit down.
"Director, was my entrance cool enough?" Lin Zhencrossed his legs.
Nick Fury remained in the posture of holding his coffee, looking at the floor covered in glass shards, then at the jerk wearing the chicken mask, the knuckles of his hand holding the coffee cup turning white from excessive force.
"Lin Zhen..." Nick Fury's voice sounded like a demon crawling out of hell. "You had better give me a reason not to throw you out of here."
"Don't be angry. The glass quality was poor. I'll order a batch of bulletproof ones from Hammer Industries for you later; I guarantee not even a missile will be able to blow through them." Lin Zhen casually picked up a file on the desk and flipped through it. "Tell me, what's the drudgery this time?"
Nick Fury took three deep breaths, forcibly suppressing the urge to draw his gun.
He pulled up the holographic projection on the desk, and a middle-aged man with graying hair and gloomy eyes appeared in the image.
"Norman Osborn, chairman of Oscorp," Nick Fury said coldly. "S.H.I.E.L.D. has received reliable intelligence that Oscorp is using the military funds to conduct an extremely dangerous secret genetic experiment. I need you to investigate and find out the truth."
The system prompt sounded right on time.
[Triggered Main Mission: Investigate Oscorp]
[Mission Objective: Infiltrate Oscorp, investigate the secret experiment conducted by Chairman Norman Osbornin cooperation with the the military, and obtain the core data.]
[Mission Reward: Experience Points + 2000, Random Item × 1]
Lin Zhen looked at the rewards on the panel and curled his lip.
"Only two thousand experience points? This old man is so stingy, he's not even half as generous as Tony." Lin Zhenleaned back in his chair and asked puzzledly, "Why don't you ask Black Widow for this kind of infiltration and data theft job? Isn't she better at wearing tight suits to go undercover?"
Nick Fury glared at him with his remaining eye and explained, "Agent Natasha Romanoff has more important missions. Besides, Norman Osborn is an old man whose physical functions are all declining. He isn't a playboy like Tony Stark, so he is naturally immune to Agent Natasha Romanoff's honey trap. In short, this mission is yours."
Lin Zhen understood.
This old man is impotent, so it would be useless for Black Widow to go.
"Fine, for the sake of the random item, I'll take the job." Lin Zhen stood up and touched his chin. "But this is a high-tech company. If I want to infiltrate it, don't I have to get a Ph.D. in biology first and then submit a resume to their HR department?"
"No need, I've already arranged an identity for you." Nick Fury tossed over a file folder. "This is your new undercover identity: a newly hired supervisor in the security department of Oscorp. Report for duty at eight o'clock tomorrow morning sharp."
Lin Zhen took the file folder and opened it to take a look.
Attached was a photo of a blond, blue-eyed man with a fleshy face, named "John Smith."
"This name is too perfunctory; what's the difference between this and John Doe?" Lin Zhen complained, stuffing the file folder into his System Inventory. "Fine, leave it to me. I guarantee I'll find out the color of that old man's underwear."
After speaking, Lin Zhen turned and walked toward the broken floor-to-ceiling window.
"What are you doing now?" Nick Fury's eyelid twitched.
"Clocking out."
Lin Zhen spread his elytra, lit a firework, shoved it into a certain place right in front of Nick Fury, and jumped straight out of the hole dozens of stories up.
"Woo-hoo!"
Nick Fury looked at the empty night sky outside, then at the broken glass all over the floor, and finally, unable to bear it any longer, smashed the thing in his hand...
"Huh?"
"Where's my cup!!!!!!"
"Lin Zhen, motherfucker!!!!!"
Chapter 39 Osborn Corporation, Parallel Universe
At 8:00 AM, a pure black bulletproof Maybach arrogantly ran three red lights on the streets of Manhattan. Accompanied by the screeching sound of tires, it executed an incredibly beautiful drift and came to a steady stop in front of the plaza of the Oscorp headquarters building.
Lin Zhen tugged at the oversized, ill-fitting suit he was wearing, swaggered out of the car, and stuffed the car keys into his pocket. He clicked his tongue and said, "Nick Furyreally knows how to enjoy life. This seat even has a butt massager; it's much better than that crappy sofa at S.H.I.E.L.D."
This car was Fury's private vehicle, which he had "borrowed" from the underground garage after jumping off the top floor of S.H.I.E.L.D. last night.
As for the tickets for running red lights... well, the car wasn't his anyway, and since the system didn't deduct any Justice Points, it proved that the developers allowed it.
He walked into the magnificent lobby and looked up at the sign.
Third floor, Security Department Supervisor orientation desk.
Top floor, Advanced Bioengineering Research and Development Department interview room.
Lin Zhen rubbed his chin and immediately crumpled up the Security Department orientation letter Fury had given him, tossing it into the trash can.
"What kind of secrets can a crappy security guard uncover? If I'm going, I'm obviously going to the core R&D department. It pays better, and I don't have to stand guard."
Anyway, the background file S.H.I.E.L.D. forged for him was for an all-rounder, so he might as well use it.
Advanced Bioengineering Research and Development Department interview room.
The HR manager with a receding hairline pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses, staring at the resume in his hand that bore the watermark seal of S.H.I.E.L.D., cold sweat streaming down his cheeks.
"Mr. John Smith, your resume states that you hold dual Ph.D.s in Biology and Genetic Engineering from MIT. That is reasonable, but I really cannot understand the items that follow."
The HR manager swallowed hard, pointed to the bottom of the resume, and said.
"Proficient in eight languages, once single-handedly tore apart terrorists of the Ten Rings in the Middle East, skilled in Iron Man suit recovery technology, and proficient in postpartum care for sows..."
Lin Zhen leaned back arrogantly in the swivel chair, crossing his legs and resting them on the mahogany desk. He said, "This is called a versatile talent, do you understand? A security guard who doesn't want to be a special forces soldier isn't a good researcher. I've already tossed your security supervisor orientation letter in the trash and came straight to your R&D department. The question is, do you want me or not?"
"Mr. Smith, Oscorp is a formal scientific research institution. Although your academic background is excellent, you lack practical project experience. At most, we can only arrange for you to start as a junior assistant, with a monthly salary of..."
"Stop right there. I've never known what it means to start from the bottom since I was a kid." Lin Zhen interrupted him directly, slamming a small red glass bottle onto the table with a "pop." "See this? Ancestral secret recipe. One sip refreshes the mind, two sips prevent fatigue forever, and three sips grant immortality. If you can research this thing thoroughly, Oscorp's stock will hit the daily limit tomorrow."
The HR manager looked at the cheap glass bottle that looked like it was wholesaled from a dollar store, filled with an unknown red liquid, and his mouth twitched violently. "Mr. Smith, please don't joke around with these uncertified products. Security..."
"Fine, since Oscorp doesn't know a good thing when it sees one, I'll go across the street and find Tony Stark. He was just cured of a terminal illness by this thing recently, and he will definitely be very interested in this life-saving potion." Lin Zhen made a gesture as if to put the small bottle away.
Before he could finish speaking, the internal red line phone on the HR manager's desk suddenly rang.
After answering, the HR manager's face changed drastically, and he nodded repeatedly.
As he spoke, he immediately picked up the phone and said something.
Bang! Less than a minute later, the door to the interview room was violently pushed open.
Norman Osborn, dressed in a suit but unable to hide his sickly appearance, strode in, staring fixedly at the potion in Lin Zhen's hand. "You said... this thing cured Stark?!"
Lin Zhen glanced at the person who had arrived.
[NPC: Norman Osborn] [Codename: Green Goblin] [Affinity: 0] [Evaluation: Marvel Goblin, one of Peter's uncles, a crazy capitalist whose head is always ready to sprout green lights] [Status: Ill]
"If you don't believe me, take it for testing. But I'll say this upfront: this is out-of-print stock." Lin Zhen rocked his chair swaggeringly.
Norman grabbed the blood vial from the table and turned to rush toward the core laboratory at the end of the corridor.
Ten minutes later. A roar of extreme madness from Norman Osborn erupted throughout the core laboratory.
"Impossible, this is absolutely impossible. The cell telomeres have actually been extended, all defects in the gene chain have been perfectly repaired, and even the hereditary disease factors have been suppressed. This is simply God's masterpiece!"
Norman, his eyes bloodshot, rushed back to the interview room and grabbed Lin Zhen by the shoulders, his voice trembling like an addict's. "Mr. Smith, do you have any more of this potion? I need more, immediately, right now! I can give you a position, wealth, even company shares!"
"It's gone." Lin Zhen spread his hands and looked at him very innocently. "Wasn't that whole bottle just used up by you for testing? That was the last one."
Norman's body suddenly stiffened, his eyes widened like copper bells, and his face instantly turned from flushed to deathly gray.
He had just watched with his own eyes that magical potion, which was enough to change the history of human evolution and possibly even cure his family's hereditary terminal illness, get churned into waste liquid by the centrifuge.
If he had known this thing was so magical, he should have just pulled out the stopper and downed it himself! Why the hell did he test it!
"You... why didn't you tell me earlier that there was only one bottle?!" Norman clutched his chest, feeling like he was about to have a heart attack, his composure instantly collapsing.
"Don't get excited, old man." Lin Zhen naturally brushed off Norman's trembling hand, a wicked smile curling the corner of his lips. "The ready-made stuff is gone, but as long as there is enough equipment and materials, I have plenty of formulas in my head."
This was, of course, fishing. In the system, this stuff cost one thousand dollars a bottle; as long as there was enough money, he could have as much as he wanted.
Norman's deathly gray face instantly radiated vitality; his expression changed faster than flipping a book. He pushed aside the HR manager next to him and tightly gripped Lin Zhen's hand.
"Mr. Smith, from today on, you are the Senior Bioengineering Researcher at Oscorp. No, you are the Vice President of the Group, with an annual salary of three million US dollars, equipped with a top-tier bulletproof RV. You can use the equipment in the core laboratory as you please. As long as you can replicate this potion, all the resources of Oscorp will be open to you!"
"Deal. You're a generous boss." Lin Zhen grinned.
Norman immediately pressed the communicator, his tone unquestionable. "Have Gwen Stacy come over. Take Mr. Smith to familiarize himself with the group's environment and give him the highest level of reception privileges."
A few minutes later, the door to the interview room was pushed open.
A young girl wearing a lab coat with short, shoulder-length blonde hair walked in.
She wore black-rimmed glasses, her footsteps so light there was almost no sound, exuding a unique charm that was a mix of purity and intelligence.
"Chairman, did you ask for me?" Gwen's voice was crisp, but her gaze swept sharply over Lin Zhen, seemingly detecting the dangerous aura on him.
Lin Zhen's eyes lit up instantly. His gaze swept unscrupulously over the graceful curves of Gwen, which were wrapped in the lab coat, and the system's panel information immediately popped up in his mind.
[Target: Gwen Stacy] [Evaluation: Ghost-Spider/Spider-Gwen from a parallel Universe, limited-time return easter egg character, high-potential mutant-type NPC.]
"Motherf***er, it's actually Spider-Gwen from a parallel Universe!" Lin Zhen shouted wildly in his heart.
In his mind, the white and pink skintight bodysuit instantly appeared, clinging tightly to the girl's curvaceous figure in front of him. That image was even more exciting than watching a blockbuster movie.
"Mr. Smith, please come with me. I will take you to visit the R&D centers on each floor." Gwen felt a bit uncomfortable being watched by Lin Zhen, but she still politely made a gesture of invitation.
Lin Zhen followed Gwen out of the interview room, hands in his pockets, whistling, in an extremely pleasant mood.
"This is the Third R&D Zone, mainly responsible for the preliminary screening of cross-species genetic engineering, led by Professor Connors." Gwen pointed to a transparent glass wall and introduced it.
Lin Zhen turned to look and saw a middle-aged man wearing a lab coat with his right arm severed at the root, frantically recording something while facing a microscope, with several glass tanks containing green lizards placed beside him.
[Target: Curt Connors] [Panel Evaluation: Marvel's Yang Guo, the future Lizard Doctor, with an obsession for regrowing his severed arm that ordinary people cannot understand.]
Lin Zhen curled his lip, internally venting: "This NPC is clearly a typical'self-destructive' type. Turning himself into a lizard—the title 'Marvel's Yang Guo' is truly perfect. I wonder if he will find a giant eagle as a pet in the future."
The two continued walking forward and arrived at the elevator entrance.
The elevator door opened, and a black engineer wearing thick glasses, with thinning hair, and holding a large stack of blueprints was rushing out in a panic. He accidentally bumped into Lin Zhen, scattering the blueprints all over the floor.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't look where I was going. I'll pick them up right now." The black engineer was trembling all over, kneeling on the ground and scrambling to pick up the blueprints.
[Target: Max Dillon] [Panel Evaluation: Human walking power bank, the future Electro, a marginalized figure with extreme lack of self-confidence, it is recommended to stay away from the electric eel tank.]
Lin Zhen looked down at this timid black man, his eye twitching violently.
Marvel Goblin, Marvel Yang Guo, and now a human power bank.
This Oscorp isn't a scientific research institution; it's practically the Marvel branch of Arkham Asylum.
That kid Peter Parker definitely carries some kind of causality curse; anyone associated with him either mutates or goes crazy...
Gwen helped Max pick up the blueprints, comforted him gently, and then led Lin Zhen into the elevator.
The elevator descended slowly.
Lin Zhen leaned against the elevator wall, looking at Gwen's beautiful profile, and really couldn't resist his curiosity, calling the system frantically in his mind.
"Bro System, explain to me, how did this game even get characters from parallel Universes? Shouldn't this Gwen be swinging around in another Universe?"
[System Prompt: To increase the playability and randomness of the game, this game will trigger spacetime turbulence from time to time, featuring limited-time returns of classic characters from other parallel Universes as hidden easter eggs for players to discover and interact with on their own.]
"That's great! I love easter eggs!" Lin Zhen rubbed his hands excitedly. "Since there are parallel Universes, is there a female version of Tony Stark? If that boss turned into a woman, that would be absolutely explosive."
[System Prompt: There is a female Iron Man Universe; this character's codename is "Ironheart," who is a black female.]
The smile on Lin Zhen's face instantly froze, as if he had eaten a dead fly. "Motherf***er, the developers' political correctness is just too outrageous. A black female Iron Man—the image is too beautiful for me to look at."
He was somewhat unwilling to give up and continued to ask: "Then is there a female version of the Hulk, like the kind with a great body, 36H, and when she gets angry, she turns into a two-meter-tall green mature woman?"
[System Prompt: There is a She-Hulk Universe, but given the player's current 3D data and physical fitness, this system friendly advises: please do not try to stir a big vat with a toothpick, otherwise there will be a risk to your life.]
"Screw your toothpick, I'm huge, okay? I'm already twenty-seven!" Lin Zhen was so angry that he gave the system the middle finger in his mind.
"Mr. Smith, are you feeling unwell? Your complexion doesn't seem very good." Gwen looked at Lin Zhen's ever-changing expression and asked with some concern.
"It's nothing, I just suddenly thought of an extremely vicious scientific experiment." Lin Zhen waved his hand, casting aside all those messy parallel Universe thoughts in his mind.
After touring a large circle with Gwen, Lin Zhen had seen almost most of the public R&D areas of Oscorp, but he had not found the secret human experiment project in cooperation with the the military that Nick Fury had mentioned.
Obviously, that old fox Norman had hidden the real secrets very deeply; it was definitely not something he, a newcomer on his first day, could easily access.
However, Lin Zhen was not in a hurry at all. Anyway, he was now making an annual salary of three million, and was also equipped with a top-tier RV. Where else could he find such a good thing as paid slacking off?
"Gwen, my dear, where is my office? Take me to see it, and by the way, help me get some of the latest comic books. I need to find some scientific inspiration." Lin Zhen yawned, deciding to go with the flow, set up camp here, and then search slowly after he figured out the terrain.
Gwen was stunned for a moment, but still obediently nodded and said: "Okay, Mr. Smith, your office is on the sixth floor."
Lin Zhen followed Gwen toward the office, a comfortable smile curling the corner of his lips.
Just as he pushed open the door to his exclusive high-level office, he keenly noticed that in the shadow under the desk, something seemed to be flickering with a faint red light.
The frequency looked exactly like some kind of miniature bug transmitting data...
Chapter 40: Empty Your Ammo Before You Go!
Lin Zhen stared at the faint red light at the bottom of the solid wood desk.
This thing was disguised extremely cleverly, the size of a fingernail, stuck to the edge of the metal bracket.
If it were an ordinary Agent, he would probably already be breaking out in a cold sweat, pondering how to perform counter-surveillance.
But he was a hardcore gamer.
Instead of removing the micro electronic eye, Lin Zhenpulled over a leather swivel chair, sat down imposingly, propped his feet up high, and leaned in close to the microphone.
"Motherfucker, this old guy is quite the pervert, not leaving me a shred of privacy. Brother System, redeem a big loudspeaker for me."
The next moment, light flashed.
A huge handheld loudspeaker appeared out of thin air.
Meanwhile, in the secret room on the top floor of Oscorp.
Norman was sitting upright in front of the surveillance screen, wearing top-spec military noise-canceling headphones, his eyes bloodshot, attempting to capture even a hint of a clue regarding the formula for the miraculous potion.
He was too eager for that kind of potion.
Just as this old fox held his breath and concentrated.
"Hey, hey, hey, Chicken, you are so beautiful~ Chicken, you are really so beautiful~!"
Lin Zhen's voice, amplified ten times through the loudspeaker, followed the radio waves like a heavy artillery shell, crashing into the receiving frequency band.
Norman shuddered violently, his eardrums suffering a tearing pain, and he almost fell to the ground along with his chair.
He frantically tore off his headphones, his face turning livid, his chest heaving violently.
What the hell is this asshole doing!
Norman tore off his headphones, his chest heaving.
The singing was still echoing in the secret room.
He gritted his teeth and listened in again, but this time he was cautious, not pressing his ears too close to the headphones.
On the monitor, Lin Zhen, wearing the chicken mask, sat with his legs crossed, aimed at the electronic eye under the table, and brought the loudspeaker half an inch closer.
"The following song is dedicated to the perverted boss hiding behind the screen and peeking at me."
Lin Zhen cleared his throat.
"Two tigers, two tigers, falling in love..."
Norman felt his temples throbbing as he listened.
"Both of them are male, both of them are male, what a pervert~"
"Motherfucker, my voice cracked." Lin Zhen tapped the loudspeaker in disgust, "Brother System, spend some points and switch to a high-fidelity one."
With a flash of light, the loudspeaker upgraded to a concert-grade subwoofer.
Norman's million-dollar surveillance system immediately let out a sharp screech, and the screen filled with static.
The old man slammed his headphones down and kicked his swivel chair over.
"This guy didn't come here to do research at all!" Norman's temples bulged, and the old wound in his chest ached faintly.
But he still had to endure it.
This person could replicate the miracle drug that saved Stark, so no matter what, he had to get his hands on the formula.
Norman caught his breath and sat back in front of the screen.
In the office, Lin Zhen got bored of the loudspeaker and rolled his eyes.
Since the old guy was crouching in the dark with his ears pricked up, he would feed him some material.
He aimed at the microphone, his tone suddenly solemn.
"Ancestral formula, step one: take three taels of virgin urine, best collected on a full moon night."
In the top-floor secret room, Norman grabbed a pen and scribbled frantically.
"Step two: add half a catty of sow placenta and simmer over low heat for forty-nine days."
Norman's pen paused, his brows furrowed tightly, but he couldn't bring himself to stop.
What if there was some biological catalytic secret hidden in this?
"As for step three..." Lin Zhen dragged out the end of his sentence, "Scoop a spoonful of Lao Gan Ma to enhance the freshness."
Norman's hand holding the pen trembled violently, piercing through the paper.
He suddenly looked up, staring at that annoying mask on the screen, and finally realized that he had been played like a monkey for a full ten minutes.
"Smith!!"
Norman slammed his fist into the control console and turned to rush out of the secret room.
Just at this moment, the office door was gently pushed open.
Gwen walked in carrying a stack of comics.
"Mr. Smith, the Batman omnibus you wanted..."
Before she could finish her sentence, she bumped into Lin Zhen talking to himself at the empty space under the table, holding a weird-looking loudspeaker in his hand.
Gwen's footsteps stiffened, her face full of confusion.
"Girl, you came at the right time." Lin Zhen took the comics and flipped them open casually, "Do me a favor. An old man is going to break in and go crazy in a moment, help me stop him."
"Which old man?"
Before the sound of her voice had even faded, a burst of hurried footsteps came from deep in the hallway.
Bang!
The door was slammed open, rebounding against the wall.
Norman's face was livid as he strode in, his eyes fixed firmly on Lin Zhen.
"Are you playing with me?!"
Gwen quickly stepped back, making way.
Lin Zhen crossed his legs and slowly put the loudspeaker into his backpack.
"Old guy, you think I'm blind to that pinhole under the table?" Lin Zhen tilted his chin toward the red light at the corner of the table, "Leave some room for decency when dealing with people. Peeping at a male subordinate is the kind of act that, if exposed, would leave you with nowhere to put that old face of yours."
A trace of guilt flashed across Norman's face, but it was instantly swallowed by rage.
"The formula, hand over the real formula!"
Lin Zhen crossed his legs and said slowly, "Old guy, the formula is in my head. If you want it, you have to pay something, right?"
Norman's chest heaved, and his old wound ached faintly.
He stared at Lin Zhen, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down, forcing himself to swallow that anger.
"Mr. Smith..." Norman's tone softened, "I'll give you thirty percent of the company's shares, just get that potion made."
"Deal." He slapped his thigh, "But I have a condition: I want Gwen to assist me."
Norman was stunned, then nodded in agreement.
That same day, the exclusive laboratory was set up.
The space was spacious, the instruments were brand new, and the materials were piled up as full as a supermarket backroom.
A few days passed.
Norman pushed the door open and walked in, and a wave of hot, spicy fragrance hit his face.
Right in the center of the laboratory bench, a mandarin duck hot pot was bubbling and boiling.
Lin Zhen picked up a piece of tripe and imparted his knowledge to Gwen.
"For shabu-shabu beef, you have to dip it in and out seven or eight times. One second too long and it's tough, one second too short and it's raw. Got it?"
"Hmm, put some of that shrimp paste in too, it's delicious!"
Gwen took a bag of shrimp paste from the laboratory freezer and plopped it into the pot with a clatter.
"What are you two... doing?!" Norman's blood pressure soared instantly.
Lin Zhen didn't even look up, "Developing the potion, can't you tell?"
Norman pointed to the boiling pot, his temples throbbing violently.
"Don't tell me this pot is the potion."
Lin Zhen looked serious.
"Mr. Oscorp, you have to have a long-term vision. We are making hot pot flavor. Later we will also launch spicy, tomato, and curry flavors, letting patients choose according to their taste. This is called humanized service."
Norman: "..."
What kind of life-saving potion comes in so many flavors? Are you selling candied haws!
"Smith, I don't care what method you use, within a week, you must give me a finished bottle." Norman gritted his teeth and squeezed out this sentence.
Lin Zhen picked up a piece of tripe, swished it in the red soup three times, and put it into Gwen's bowl.
"Alright, this stuff isn't like taking a shit or farting; it's not something you can just have whenever you want."
"Go back and wait for news."
Hearing this, Norman almost passed out. He clutched his chest, left half a threat, and walked out with a dark face, slamming the door behind him.
Gwen put down her chopsticks and lowered her voice, "Mr. Smith, if he doesn't get the potion, will he come to settle scores with you?"
Over the past few days, she had been having hot pot, reading comics, and watching movies with Lin Zhen... *cough* *cough*, developing drugs. Her favorability was almost maxed out, and the two had even added each other on WeChat.
Last night, the two of them even went downstairs to eat a six-yuan spicy hot pot, and by the way, went to the Hilton next door to study ergonomics for the night.
"Don't worry, by then I'll be long gone." Lin Zhen rolled his eyes, took a black card out of his pocket, and waved it against the light.
Gwen asked, "That is...?"
"A nightclub VIP card." Lin Zhen said casually.
"You actually behind my back..." Gwen seemed a bit jealous upon hearing this.
"No way, I haven't gone yet." Lin Zhen gave Gwen a side-eye.
Gwen breathed a sigh of relief, only to hear Lin Zhen's next words.
"I plan to go tonight."
A trace of anger appeared on Gwen's face.
She pulled Lin Zhen into the office, closed the door, and shoved the latter down.
"You... what are you doing..." Before Lin Zhen could finish, his mouth was blocked by a pair of vermilion lips.
"You can go, but empty your ammo before you do!"
Lin Zhen:???
Chapter 41: Bandits entering the village, taking all quest items!
Three hours later, Lin Zhen walked out of the office, supporting himself against the wall, his legs wobbling.
I have to say, Gwen truly lives up to being the female version of Spider-Man.
Not only is her figure great, but she can unlock all kinds of positions at will.
The only downside is that most of the time, Lin Zhen was tied up by spider silk, unable to move his limbs, leaving him only able to control the up-and-down movement of a certain leg.
"Something's not right. The realism of this crappy game is ridiculous. How does it even have a forced stamina-draining debuff?" Lin Zhen complained, "Forget it, let's finish the quest first."
As he said this, he took out the so-called nightclub VIP card, a flash of smugness crossing his face.
Naturally, this wasn't a nightclub card; it was something Lin Zhen had swiped from Norman Osborn in the laboratory earlier.
For the past few days, aside from the main quest of wooing women, he hadn't forgotten the side quest Nick Fury had assigned him.
Buried beneath the Oscorp building was a restricted secret room, and the security system only recognized this card of Norman Osborn's. He had been itching to go down and investigate it for a long time.
Lin Zhen turned into the empty restroom.
In front of the mirror, he pulled out the Kaito Kid mask and covered his face with it.
As the shimmer faded, that handsome, striking face was replaced by Norman Osborn's.
"Motherfucker, this is definitely a villain's face. If I go out with this face, won't I get beaten up by some friendly neighborhood Spider-Man?"
The third basement level of the Oscorp building.
Lin Zhen, sporting Norman Osborn's gaunt and gloomy face, stepped out of the elevator.
"Good day, Chairman!" Two fully armed security guards immediately straightened their posture, saluted him with their rifles, their eyes filled with awe.
Lin Zhen immediately put on his boss persona, cleared his throat, and said in an imitation of Norman Osborn's voice, "You've all worked hard!"
The guards were stunned.
How come today's Norman Osborn feels different from usual?
He seems to have become a lot more easygoing.
They quickly replied, "It's not hard work, not hard work at all."
Lin Zhen nodded, "Hmm, since it's not hard work, everyone can voluntarily stay behind for overtime today. I believe in your loyalty and passion for the company!"
The guards: "???"
Under their resentful gazes, Lin Zhen turned and walked to the heavy alloy door at the end of the corridor, pulled out the black VIP card he had swiped from Norman Osborn, and swiped it over the sensor area.
"Beep, verifying identity."
An infrared scanner extended from above the door, and a red light swept back and forth across Lin Zhen's face twice.
"Facial features match, retinal verification passed. Welcome, Mr. Osborn."
Hiss!
Accompanied by the sound of pressure being released, the heavy alloy door slowly slid open to both sides.
Lin Zhen stepped inside, and the door behind him locked automatically.
The interior of the secret room was vast. Under the cool-toned lights, all sorts of extremely advanced experimental equipment and workbenches were arranged. In the center, on a circular platform, a strangely shaped metal glider rested quietly.
The glider was a mix of dark silver and eerie green. It had two sharp metal barbs at the front and a micro-jet engine at the rear, looking both high-tech and highly aggressive.
Lin Zhen's eyes instantly lit up like two searchlights as he rushed over in a few quick strides.
The system panel popped up automatically.
[Item Obtained: Tactical Personal Flight Glider (OscorpCustom Edition)]
[Quality: Epic (Purple)]
[Attributes: Top speed can reach Mach levels; built-in auto-balancing system and weapon mounting modules.]
[Note: Step on it, and you'll be the greenest kid in the night sky.]
"Motherfucker, a purple-tier glider!" Lin Zhen rubbed his hands in excitement, "This thing is way more useful than an elytra. At least I don't have to shove fireworks up my ass. If that iron turtle Tony saw this, he'd probably cry with envy."
Without any hesitation, he waved his hand, and the two-meter-long heavy flight glider instantly vanished into thin air, shoved forcefully into his crotch... into the System Inventory.
Turning around, Lin Zhen's gaze fell on the weapon rack nearby.
On the rack, dozens of fist-sized metal spheres, shaped exactly like Halloween pumpkins, were neatly arranged, their surfaces flickering with a dangerous orange light.
[Item Obtained: High-Explosive Shrapnel pumpkin bomb× 50]
[Quality: Rare (Blue)]
[Attributes: Produces high-temperature flames and sharp shrapnel upon explosion, with an area-of-effect burning effect.]
"Good stuff. This is way more exciting than those grenades from the the military. It'd be top-tier for fishing," Lin Zhendrooled, his hands becoming a blur as he swept all the pumpkin bomb into his System Inventory like autumn leaves, leaving none behind.
He didn't even spare the titanium alloy rack that held the pumpkin bomb; he kicked off the base and shoved it in as well.
"This rack is probably worth a few hundred bucks as scrap metal. Can't let it go to waste," Lin Zhen muttered self-righteously.
Continuing further inside, a transparent bulletproof glass display case caught his attention.
Inside the case hung a tight-fitting green metal suit. The helmet was designed to look like a grotesque goblin, and the yellow goggles exuded an aura of evil.
Lin Zhen stood in front of the display case, rubbing his chin and examining the suit with a look of disdain.
"The developers' aesthetics are truly hopeless. Is this green bodysuit intended for an eco-friendly fashion week? It'd be a miracle if I didn't get arrested by the police as a pervert for wearing this on the street," Lin Zhen complained frantically, but his hands didn't slow down one bit.
Clang!
He pulled out his frying pan and smashed the bulletproof glass with a single blow, ripping the green goblin suit out.
[Item Obtained: Oscorp Personal Exoskeleton Suit (Prototype)]
[Quality: Rare (Blue)]
[Attributes: Increases the wearer's base strength and defense by 300%.]
[Negative Effect: Charisma -50. Highly likely to provoke mockery from passersby and beatings from superheroes.]
"Charisma minus fifty? Wearing this makes me an ugly freak immediately!" Lin Zhen rolled his eyes, "Whatever, even a mosquito is meat."
After stuffing the suit into his System Inventory, Lin Zhenarrived at a temperature-controlled safe in the deepest part of the secret room.
He suspected that the real core secrets were hidden inside.
The safe required a thirty-six-digit dynamic password. Lin Zhen didn't even try; he swung his frying pan and violently hammered away at the password lock.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
Sparks flew, and the safe's metal door finally gave way and popped open.
A burst of cold white mist poured out.
On a tray in the center of the safe lay three glass test tubes filled with an eerie green liquid, in which some kind of life seemed to be slowly writhing.
[Item Obtained: Oscorp First-Generation Human Enhancement Serum × 3]
[Quality: Legendary (Orange)]
[Attributes: After injection, all attributes are permanently increased by 500%; grants super self-healing ability and dynamic vision.]
[Severe Side Effect: 100% probability of spawning an extremely violent second personality, leading to schizophrenia, commonly known as being a pervert.]
Lin Zhen gasped.
"Motherfucker, it's actually an orange consumable!" Lin Zhen's eyes gleamed as he carefully held the three test tubes, "A five-fold increase in all attributes. If I sell this to those wealthy NPC, wouldn't I achieve financial freedom instantly?"
As for the side effect of schizophrenia, Lin Zhen didn't care at all.
He wasn't planning on drinking it himself anyway. Whether the buyer went crazy or not was none of his business as the seller. At worst, he'd just sell them some sleeping pills later—it was a perfect business cycle.
After putting the serum away, Lin Zhen looked at the empty safe and rubbed his chin.
"Just taking it like this seems a bit impolite. After all, the old man worked himself bald for this, so I should leave him a souvenir."
Lin Zhen rolled his eyes and took off his pants...
Ten seconds later, the three empty test tubes were filled with yellow foamy liquid, and Lin Zhen placed them back on the temperature-controlled tray as if nothing had happened.
"Boss, I'm doing this for your mental health. Drinking this medicine will cause schizophrenia and turn you into a pervert. It's better to drink some boy's urine... Uh, I don't think I count as a boy anymore... Doesn't matter, at least it's all urine."
Lin Zhen looked at the three bubbling "enhancement serums" and clapped his hands in great satisfaction.
Next was to clear Nick Fury's quest.
He found a computer inside the secret room and plugged in the USB drive.
He quickly found a secret file.
Opening it, he saw that the document revealed that Norman Osborn was collaborating with the the military, attempting to replicate a super soldier serum project dating back to World War II.
The report indicated that after countless failures, they had successfully replicated three vials of the serum sample...
Obviously, those three vials of serum had now been confiscated by Lin Zhen.
He thought for a moment and uploaded a copy of the file to Nick Fury.
At the same time, the system's notification sound rang in his mind.
[Quest 'Investigate Oscorp' completed!]
[Reward Obtained: EXP +2000, Item 'anywhere door']
[Item: anywhere door (Can teleport to any location; each use has a 10% probability of teleporting into the bathroom of an NPC with high favorability)]
Chapter 42: You Are the Green Goblin, Then Who Am I?
Oscorp top floor.
Norman stared fixedly at the surveillance screen, where the bastard wearing his own face was shoving the hundred-million-dollar flight hoverboard into his crotch.
The phone on the desk rang incessantly.
"Norman, have you lost your mind? Clearing out the core lab yourself? Are you trying to swallow the the military's funds and run away?!" The voice of the group's second-largest shareholder on the other end of the phone was deafening.
Norman was so angry he smashed the phone to pieces.
He rushed into the underground secret room, looked at the empty weapon racks, and then looked at the three vials of yellow liquid bubbling and emitting a strong, pungent odor in the incubator. His vision went black, and he almost vomited blood.
"Damn you, Smith!!!" Norman roared.
He knew he was finished; the the military would not let him go, and the shareholders would tear him apart.
With no way out, he tremblingly opened the secret compartment in the corner, where an abandoned serum that hadn't undergone human testing was stored. He had no choice but to inject the serum directly into his neck.
...
Meanwhile, Lin Zhen lay on the sofa, tossing the palm-sized anywhere door prop in his hand.
"System-bro, the description says there's a 10% probability of teleporting to the bathroom of an NPC with high affinity. I've never even won a 'buy one get one free' on a drink since I was a kid; isn't this probability just for show?"
Saying this, Lin Zhen opened the anywhere door and stepped through.
Water vapor rushed into his face.
Amidst the sound of splashing water, Gwen stood naked under the shower head, holding shower gel in her hand, the foam slowly sliding down her stunning curves.
The two stared at each other.
"Motherf***er, System, your drop rate is actually decent." Lin Zhen swallowed, turned around decisively, and wanted to run. "Keep going, girl, I walked into the wrong door."
Poof!
Two strands of spider silk shot out accurately, stuck to Lin Zhen's wrists, and pulled him backward violently.
Lin Zhen fell flat on his back into the large bathtub.
Gwen straddled him, water droplets dripping down her collarbone, her eyes revealing a hint of danger. "Mr. Smith, didn't you say you were going to the nightclub? What, are the wildflowers outside better than me?"
"No, listen to me explain, this is the prop's force majeure, I..."
"Cut the crap. Do your duty."
...
Two hours later.
Lin Zhen, legs trembling and holding his sore lower back, crawled out of Gwen's house through the anywhere door, feeling like his entire stamina bar had been emptied.
Before he could catch his breath, the phone in his pocket vibrated crazily.
He pressed the answer button, and Nick Fury's roaring voice came through.
"Lin Zhen, act immediately, Norman Osborn has gone crazy!"
"What's wrong with that old guy again? Did he hallucinate after drinking his own pee?" Lin Zhen lay on the sofa and replied weakly.
"He injected an extremely unstable mutation serum and has now turned into a green maniac. He is driving an Oscorp backup aircraft and is creating a terrorist attack on the Queensboro Bridge!"
The system prompt sounded right on time.
[Trigger Main Quest: Evil Goblin]
[Quest Objective: Defeat the mutated Norman Osborn, rescue the hostages]
[Quest Reward: EXP +3000, Points +20, Random Purple Equipment x1]
Lin Zhen's eyes lit up, and his back pain vanished instantly.
"Fine, I'll take this job. Watch how I use magic to defeat magic." Lin Zhen hung up the phone, took the green goblin suit out of his backpack, put it on, and then put on Kaito's mask.
On the other side, Queens.
Peter Parker sat on the edge of the bed, looked at Mary Jane's number on the phone screen, and took a deep breath.
He remembered Lin Zhen's previous teaching.
"Spider-Man, if you like a girl, go for it directly. Don't be hesitant, or you'll be cucked by some yellow-haired guy sooner or later."
Peter gathered his courage and pressed the dial button.
The call went through.
"MJ, it's me, Peter. I have something very important to tell you, I actually have always..."
"Parker, your little girlfriend's skin is really smooth, and her screams sound very nice too."
What came from the other end of the phone was not Mary Jane's gentle voice at all, but a extremely raspy, crazy, and brutal monster laugh.
Peter's brain exploded with a "buzz".
He recognized this voice; a few days ago he had been pinned in mid-air and beaten by the owner of this voice, and even two of his ribs were broken.
"Who are you? What did you do to MJ?!" Peter stood up abruptly, his voice trembling.
"Want to save her? Come to the Queensboro Bridge. One second late, and I'll throw her off the bridge. Splat, she'll turn into meat paste."
Beep beep beep.
The phone was hung up ruthlessly.
In Peter's mind, hundreds of thousands of words of indescribable plots flashed instantly.
Goblin, beauty, kidnapping, tentacles, yellow-hair...
"No!!!"
Peter let out a heart-wrenching roar, tore open his plaid shirt, revealing the Super... Spider-Man bodysuit inside, and crashed through the window into the night sky.
Queensboro Bridge.
Norman Osborn's skin was glowing with an eerie dark green, his muscles bulging, and his eyes were bloodshot.
He was wearing a green goblin suit, stepping on a metal hoverboard that was clearly a semi-finished product, hovering in mid-air.
His left hand was tightly pinching Mary Jane's neck, dangling her over the bridge.
His right hand was grabbing a thick steel cable; below the cable hung a sightseeing cable car full of elementary students, and the children were crying in despair.
police sirens wailed on the bridge deck, and the New Yorkpolice raised their guns, but they didn't dare to fire for fear of hurting the hostages.
Whoosh!
A spider silk shot onto the bridge tower, Spider-Manswung over and landed steadily on the steel beam at the top of the bridge.
"Let her go!" Peter stared fixedly at Norman, his fists clenched tightly.
"Hero, you've finally come." Norman let out a crazy laugh and pushed his hands out at the same time. "Choose one. Do you choose your beloved woman, or this group of innocent brats?"
Peter's eyes under the mask widened instantly, falling into extreme despair and struggle.
Just at this critical moment, when the atmosphere was oppressive to the extreme.
A extremely arrogant and deafening DJ dance song suddenly sounded in the night sky.
"The vast horizon is my love, flowers are blooming at the foot of the rolling green mountains..."
Norman and Peter were stunned at the same time and turned to look at the night sky.
They saw a purple flight hoverboard with an extremely cool design, emitting a ghostly green light, dragging a deep blue tail flame as it came whistling over.
Standing on the hoverboard was a person wearing a full set of authentic Green Goblin exoskeleton suit and a hideous goblin helmet, and at his feet, there was a grandma-brand radio.
The person was tossing a pumpkin bomb in his hand, pointing at Norman in mid-air, his tone extremely unhappy.
"Hey, the bootleg poor guy over there, who allowed you to wear my skin and act cool?"
Green Goblin:??? You are the Green Goblin, then who am I?