Patch was speechless.

He never imagined that he would make a forced landing in such a world.

"Marvel World! You're kidding me! With a wind-like pace, Patch returned to his room, covered his face with his hands, and cried out in great grief.

But after trying to sort out his memories of fifteen years in this world, Patch found that it was really not a joke, this was really the Marvel world.

Pit! Unusual pits!

For Marvel, this is the first thought that pops into Patch's mind.

Thanos, whose strength is estimated to be comparable to Sargeras, Dormammu, the Devourer of the Dark World, who transcends the boundaries of time, Odin, who claims to be the God King, and a group of Asgardian God Domain warriors.

Just Patchy, a rookie wizard with only one beginner's wizard's art, oh...... No, he's not a rookie yet. If these people pay attention, it is estimated that even a small bubble will be ruthlessly wiped out.

Don't talk about these bigwigs, just talk about the superheroes on the earth.

Iron Man Tony Stark is awesome! The greatest inventor of the century, uh...... and Pickle Girl, a head of super high-tech knowledge, and one of the world's largest industrial companies - Stark Industries.

Pickling girls pretends to be two, the highest realm in life is nothing more than this, the key is that people have that capital!

Patch wanted to ...... too It's just that it's just a thought.

Captain America Steve Rogers, the only successful case of the U.S. military's Super Soldier program during World War II.

Far beyond the physical fitness of ordinary people, proficient in martial arts, firearms and other skills, and the most important thing is that he also has an indestructible sound-absorbing shield to defeat the German Nazis and destroy the Hydra, Captain America is almost a spiritual symbol of generations of American soldiers.

Competing with Captain America, Patch felt that there was still that possibility, but he had to wait until he first cultivated the wizard's true solution for a few years.

Dr. Hulk Bruce Banner, alas...... Not to mention, even if Hulk inadvertently stepped on Patch, it is estimated that he will be able to die.

…… And so on and so forth......

Patch really doesn't want to think about it anymore, the ideal is beautiful, but the reality is too heavy.

He was afraid that his spirit would probably not be able to withstand such a painful blow.

It's just that I looked at the specific year now, but fortunately, there are still so many years before the official plot starts.

Patch estimates that Tony Stark is still wandering around the country to pick up girls and shoot guns. What the hell is Iron Man? Tony said I don't know.

And Captain America should still be lying under the ice at this time, sleeping with the Cosmic Cube in his arms.

As for Thor, Hulk or something, it's too far away from Patch, so I won't talk about it.

But there was one organization that Patch had to pay attention to.

That is the Territorial Strategic Defense Attack and Logistics Support Agency, or ...... for short. S.H.I.E.L.D.

As the largest institution in the world to protect the world, S.H.I.E.L.D. is omnipresent and omniscient, and this is obviously the last point that Patch should ignore.

Not to mention that he is a waste wood now, even if he has mastered all the true understanding of wizards now, he will definitely not be able to provoke S.H.I.E.L.D.

After all, there are so many agents in S.H.I.E.L.D., even after cultivating for a period of time as a wizard, Patch may not be afraid of those ordinary agents.

But Nick Fury's two aces, Hawkeye Barton and widowed sister Natasha, are not vegetarians.

"Low-key, it has to be low-key."

Patch has decided, at this stage, let's make soy sauce first! You can't joke with your own life, can you?

When did you get a few super artifacts and have the strength to beat the world......

Patch couldn't help but start YY again.

…………

More than six months later, Patch, who finally turned 16, left the orphanage where he had grown up after saying goodbye to Priest Magellan and Sister Mevis.

Carrying a large bag of luggage and more than a thousand dollars of savings over the past 16 years, Patch found a modest home in the slums of New York's 13th Street and settled there.

…………

"Hey, boy, put down your toys, I don't want to cripple you."

At night, in a hidden corner of Thirteenth Street, Patch pointed to a white young man in front of him who was blackmailing a middle-aged woman with a dagger in his hand.

"Cloakman?" Seeing Patch, the white young man smiled disdainfully and said, "You obscene transvestite with your head and tail exposed, why do you interfere with me, others are afraid of you, I can ......"

"That's a lot of nonsense...... Don't you know that the more nonsense the villain has, the easier it is to die? Hidden under the cloak, Patch shrugged his shoulders helplessly, and then walked over a distance of seven or eight meters to the young man, patted his shoulder with his hand, and whispered in his ear.

"Comatose!"

With a plop, the white young man rolled his eyes and fell to the ground in an instant.

"Ahh

"Am I that scary?"

Touching his face, Patch said to himself puzzled: "Forget it, no matter how much, hehe, let's see how much we have gained tonight." ”

Laughing lewdly, Patch leaned down and touched the white youth's pocket.

"Cut, it's only two hundred and eighty-three dollars, it's really poor." Flattening the crumpled dollar, Patch counted the amount and sneered.

"You are so poor, and the force value is so low, you deserve to be unlucky." Gently kicked the unconscious white youth, Patch said disdainfully.

"Alright, tonight's mission is complete." Putting the money in his pocket, Patch clapped his hands and said silently, "Teleport!" ”

With a "bang", a cloud of smoke appeared in the same place, and when the smoke dissipated, Patch had already disappeared without a trace.

…………

And on the other side of Thirteenth Street, in a dilapidated hut.

Patch took off his black cloak, threw it aside, poured a cup of cold white "Gollum" and "Gollum" after a few sips, and sat down at the table next to the window.

"Cloakman?"

As soon as he remembered what the white young man had called him, Patch couldn't help but sweat profusely.

Who gave me this nickname? You are rough, I promise not to kill you.

It's been more than four years since he came out of the orphanage, and because Patch doesn't have a high degree and no relevant business skills, those good jobs won't be his turn at all.

And Patch didn't want to do such a lowish job as moving bricks, building roads, and cleaning people.

So after thinking about it for a while, Patch happily decided to be a temporary hero of the 13th Block Street Office part-time first!

Just look for those robbers and thieves to have a righteous act of robbing the rich and helping the poor. Hehe, although it is his own poor household.

Patchy smiled shamelessly.

It's just that with Patch's efforts for more than four years, the security of the thirteenth block where he lives is indeed much better.

In the first few months, the police were curious, why there were so many fewer people complaining and reporting crimes recently.

It wasn't until an accident that the police saw a video recording Patch punishing criminals that they knew why. Yo, it turns out that there is such a righteous knight who fights crime and maintains law and order in the thirteenth block!

Above, Patch thinks of himself.

The truth is that the New York police believe that Patch's personal behavior has disrupted their normal law enforcement, and has unlawfully committed violence against citizens, and is about to arrest him with a warrant.

It's a pity that the cunning wizard Lord Patchy Maivis was not caught so easily.

"Isn't it just robbing you of your jobs and leaving you with nothing to do? Do you need to be wanted with such fanfare? ”

Patch pouted and said helplessly, "It stands to reason that you should give me a certificate of being a good citizen." ”