Peter snapped back to reality and quickly said, "Killing is wrong. We can hand him over to the Police and let the law judge him. Besides, you'll go to jail for murder, and he's not worth it."
"Yes, yes, yes! Please don't go down the path of crime for my sake!" the hip-hop Black man quickly echoed.
Daniel put down his pistol and shook his head, "You misunderstand me too deeply. I'm not a murderer; how could I just shoot someone?"
Seeing this, Peter immediately breathed a sigh of relief.
It seemed the other party was quite reasonable.
Just as Peter was thinking this, Daniel suddenly lifted his leg and delivered a perfectly aimed kick to the hip-hop Black man's crotch.
"Ahhh!!!"
The hip-hop Black man's eyes bulged. He immediately clutched his groin and let out a piercing wail. Red and yellow liquids instantly seeped through his pants. He probably wouldn't be seeing a men's restroom for the rest of his life.
Peter instinctively clamped his legs together and swallowed, "I know he was going to assault that lady, and that made you very angry, but isn't that a bit too cruel?"
Daniel looked calm. "Oh no, I just didn't like that he cursed at me a moment ago."
Peter: "."
Is he that petty?
Peter jumped down the fire escape and grabbed the limp hip-hop Black man with one hand. "Buddy, I gotta go. Nice meeting you! I'm your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man!"
Before he finished speaking, he shot a web upwards from his wrist and swung through the air, quickly departing.
He wasn't going to the Police station, but to the nearest hospital.
Peter was genuinely worried that if the hip-hop Black man didn't get treatment soon, he'd be meeting God before he met a judge.
"That's not Spider-Man; he's probably a Spider Demon, right?"
Daniel watched Peter's agile swinging figure between the tall buildings and found it quite magical.
However, he was more curious about how Peter managed to swing in areas where buildings were sparse.
Where exactly did that web stick?
The brown-haired woman retrieved her handbag and quickly thanked Daniel, "Sir, thank you for saving me!"
"You're welcome."
Daniel smiled slightly, then raised his gun and aimed it at her. "This is a robbery. Please hand me your handbag again. Thank you."
The brown-haired woman: "???"
[Sin Value + 0.01]
Daniel walked out of the alley and casually tossed the handbag away.
Fighting crime earned Justice Value, and conversely, committing crime earned Sin Value.
However, he still hadn't figured out the specific functions of these two.
Daniel was too lazy to ask the game system.
He knew without even thinking that this artificial idiot would surely tell him to figure it out himself again.
Never mind. Things would work out in the end; he'd find out eventually.
Daniel didn't dwell on the problem.
When playing a game, the most important thing is to have fun!
At this moment.
Daniel suddenly received a call from Tony.
"Hey, Daniel, I'm throwing a birthday party at my place. Interested in coming to hang out?"
"When?"
"Tomorrow night at 10 PM."
"Okay!"
Daniel agreed without much thought.
Speaking of which, this was his first party invitation from an NPC.
Could it be that the higher an NPC's favorability, the easier it is for them to interact with players?
Night.
Daniel arrived at Tony's seaside mansion.
The mansion's exterior was bustling with activity, with various luxurious cars parked outside, making Daniel, the player, quite eager. He wondered if he should drive one home later.
Inside the mansion, it was even livelier, with many beautifully dressed men and women agitated by the dynamic music.
And on the platform at the very front, Tony, wearing his latest model of battle armor, was drinking and dancing to the rhythm of the music—oh no, he was just moving.
In short, the scene was quite an eyesore.
Daniel's eyes lit up, and he immediately said, "System, record all of this for me and put it in a new album called 'Tony's Don't Laugh Challenge.'"
[Camera mode activated]
Daniel admired Tony's dance moves and walked over to a side table to grab some pastries.
Suddenly, he noticed a familiar figure in the crowd and immediately walked over.
"Widow, Joan of Arc-Disney Duck!"
Daniel greeted her indistinctly while eating a pastry.
In front of him was a well-built, red-haired woman with wavy hair, wearing a leopard print dress.
Of course, this person was not the Vampire from before.
It was S.H.I.E.L.D. Level 7 Agent, Natasha Romanoff, codenamed Black Widow!
She was S.H.I.E.L.D.'s top Agent, its number one.
Before Daniel joined S.H.I.E.L.D., she was also the only top Agent who maintained a 100% mission completion rate, making her Daniel's senior.
A while ago, Natasha took over Daniel's job of monitoring Tony. With just a few small tricks, she easily became Tony's female assistant, completely charming him.
So, it really came down to the honey trap.
Daniel had voluntarily undergone S.H.I.E.L.D.'s confidentiality tests, enduring countless rounds, all for this one strategy.
But just when he finally reached the last round, Nick Fury, that Black bald egg, suddenly stopped the tests!
Daniel was furious whenever he thought of this.
Natasha saw Daniel arrive and corrected him, "I am Black Widow."
"Same difference, same difference." Daniel waved his hand.
Natasha's mouth twitched. "Why are you here?"
She and Daniel had met a few times before and had some understanding of Daniel's style of doing things.
"Tony invited me over. I had nothing else to do, so I came. I didn't expect to see such an explosive scene," Daniel said cheerfully.
Natasha looked at Tony, who was acting crazy on stage, and said helplessly, "I sent Tony Stark's blood back to headquarters. After testing and analysis by the R&D department, the palladium content in Tony Stark's blood is very high, causing his health to rapidly deteriorate. He can only survive for a maximum of 72 hours."
"I guess he knows about his health problems, which is why he's like this."
Natasha knew that Daniel had already been promoted to a Level 6 Agent, so there was no need to hide this classified information.
"Got it. His last madness before he dies," Daniel summarized.
Natasha nodded. "You could say that. The R&D department is currently thinking of solutions. My mission has also changed from monitoring to preventing Tony Stark from committing suicide. If possible, I hope you can persuade Tony Stark, as you two seem to have a close relationship."
"No problem, leave it to me." Daniel gave a thumbs-up, looking like 'you can trust me to handle this.'
At this moment, Tony on stage picked up the microphone and said to everyone, "Many people ask me, 'Tony, Tony, how do you use the restroom when you're wearing that suit?'"
As he spoke, he showed a relieved expression.
"This is how."
The crowd below laughed and cheered!
Some even egged him on, "Tony, Tony, why don't you show us how to poop!"
"Agree, agree!"
"I want to see too!"
"Poop! Poop!"
People were wildly egging him on.
A billionaire defecating in public—that was truly unheard of!
Natasha looked at Daniel, who was in the crowd, covering his mouth with his hand and frantically leading the chant, and couldn't help but doubt her decision.