Abuquerque, New Mexico, 2005.

The midday sun seemed to dry the concrete road, and the empty streets were only dusty and sandy by the wind.

In front of a dilapidated apartment, a few black thugs with dreadlocks sat on the side of the road, swearing and smoking special handmade cigarettes.

The big calloused black hands were tightly placed on the bulging position of the waist, vigilantly observing the surrounding environment.

A loud "clang" sound came from the third floor of the apartment, as if the entire building had shook, and countless dust fell from their eyes.

Several black men ran out of the stairwell of the apartment and shouted at the third floor

"Houli crab, that bastard is up there!"

"Fake, are you trying to scare people to death?"

Just as they were finished spitting out the fragrance and were about to go back to the cool again.

The windows on the third floor were pulled open. A roar ensued.

"You little cubs don't pick up the leaves yet, get out of here! The people from the Drug Enforcement Administration are coming soon! ”

The originally angry black brother was just about to rush upstairs to convince people with virtue. After hearing the three words of the Drug Enforcement Administration.

Hurry up and get in the dilapidated Toyota car on the side of the road and drive away.

Looking at the car in the distance, Richie slammed the window shut, his mouth spitting out the dust that had just been blown in by the wind.

Connected the phone that kept vibrating in his hand, and complained and said, "Ike, who are you looking for!" I don't want to stay in this damn place for a moment! ”

"Listen to you? Sorry, you said you were the best intelligence broker in New York! The whole three months, do you know how these three months were spent? ”

"No... Don't explain it to me! I won't hear from you tomorrow, so I'll help you get back to New York. ”

Richie angrily hung up the phone in his hand, and casually removed the gas mask around his neck and threw it aside.

The room was cluttered, with takeout boxes scattered everywhere, and traces of use still lingering on the experimental equipment on the table.

The other end of the solid log table was shattered out of thin air, and the debris was all over the floor.

He touched the palm of his hand that had smashed the table and sighed. After three months in this ghost place, his temper became more and more irritable.

Watching the news of the cooperation agreement between Stark and the U.S. military on the TV, I remembered the person I was looking for.

I couldn't help cursing, "What kind of nonsense world is this!" ”

But at this time, he also took care of these, because there was not much time left for him.

Cover. Ricky

Age; 18

Gender; man

Ability; Muscle strengthens LV1

Recruiting Heroes: None

Newbie Quests; There are 72 hours left to recruit the first superhero of the Waters Company, and failure will permanently lose the system's capabilities.

It's been a year since Richie traveled to this world, and what the hell is going on with him is this Whitt superhero economic corporation system.

It also comes with a chance for him to experience the No. 5 chemical without side effects, and obtains the superpower of muscle strengthening.

With this ability, he went from being a bullying orphanage kid to a Brooklyn street fighter.

I thought that if I hit the big luck, my life would be open, and I would never have to live the days of cattle and horses in my previous life.

As soon as the eighteenth birthday passed, I immediately received a novice task from the system. Can't get it done? What is this?

Now that you are an adult and sensible, is it time to walk upright?

About this world is the world of Marvel movies in the previous life, Richie has known for a long time.

So he couldn't accept the consequences of losing his superpowers.

Thanos engaged in family planning, although he was rescued by the Avengers. But the devil knows if anyone can't come back.

This damn system recruits superheroes that can't be found casually, they must meet the system's approval, they must sell their souls to the system, and they must sign the system contract.

This condition is that the old capitalist has to praise it when he sees it, buddy, cow!

It's not that Richie hasn't tried to find those addicts, after all, they are the only ones who only need you to give money, let alone souls, and only to leave a life for them, and anything can be sold to you.

But he couldn't get the system's approval, until he found a name on the national wanted warrant and traveled thousands of miles to New Mexico.

and saved $20,000 a year in exchange for the help of an intelligence broker in New York.

The hot and dry climate of the city of Abuquerque made Richie suffer, and watched the time specified by the system pass,

This will be his last chance, because there is no second time-traveler in this world, and no one will discover the secret of this seemingly ordinary wanted warrant.

Just now, he experimented according to the temporary formula of compound No. 5 given by the system, and the result was obviously a failure.

In a fit of rage, he casually smashed half of the solid log table, but fortunately it was a table, otherwise all the experimental equipment would have been destroyed.

Richie has tested his current strength, about 1000KG in one punch, and the key is that after gaining muscle strengthening, his muscle healing and recovery ability is stronger.

Even if you cut a knife on your arm, it will heal automatically after a while.

He threw his head, swept away his irritable emotions, simply cleaned up, and prepared to take the initiative.

Passive waiting for news is not his style, although he remembers that this person has been to all the places he frequented.

Until the last minute, he still didn't want to give up. While changing his fate, he also wants to change the fate of this person!

New Mexico is located at the intersection of the United States and Mexico, and its people are very simple, and a large amount of miracle powder flows from here to the United States every year.

As for the few gangsters just now, they are just ordinary street gangsters, because the gang members rarely run out to sell powder at noon in the big sun.

However, Rich is not a Drug Enforcement Bureau police officer, so naturally he is not obligated to help. He scolded them away, but it was this group of blacks who disturbed him.

Avoiding the most vicious eyes at noon, he walked to a fast-food restaurant to rest in this shady street.

"Beauty, have a glass of ice American, thank you." Rich took out $20 and put it on the table, and said loudly to the waiter,

"Okay, wait a minute."

He reached out and took the coffee handed by the blonde beauty, and drank most of the cup in one go, the cold drink sliding down his throat.

Watching the woman leave her writhing buttocks, the boredom was swept away.

Constantly observing the crowd of people coming and going, not letting go of any suspicious faces.

'Woo woo woo' phone vibrates and looks down at 'call from Ike'

He immediately picked it up, and there was an urgent word from it, "Richie, I checked, I checked!" ”

"Wall... Walter in. Toot toot", he hung up the phone before the other party could finish.

Quickly took out the wanted notice in his pocket and carefully checked it against the person who had just entered the door.

A smile slowly appeared on his face, "Found you, Breaking Bad, Heisenberg!" ”

Looking at this unkempt and skinny old man in a gray jacket and black-rimmed glasses, he thought far from the photo on the wanted post.

The sloppy appearance attracted the disgusted eyes of the other people in the fast food restaurant, if it weren't for the huge change in hairstyle and temperament.

Maybe you'll already be recognized.

Heisenberg, unaware of his surroundings, like a lifeless corpse, dragged his rickety body to find an empty seat and sat down.

Richie didn't approach him right away, for fear of irritating him.

After all, there are too many idle people around, and it is not easy to avoid the investigation of the Drug Enforcement Administration in case it is exposed.

He watched quietly as the sunset outside spilled into the dining room and shone on Heisenberg's body.

Heisenberg, who was shaking his withered hands and putting together the bacon strips in the bowl, paused.

He could feel that at this moment, there was a hint of brilliance in Heisenberg's originally desperate eyes. But as the night slowly rose and disappeared.

Heisenberg, having finished eating, took advantage of the cover of night and left the restaurant.

Richie wiped a handful of grease stains from the corners of his mouth with his hand, and immediately hurried to follow.

In the city of Abuquerque at night, there are few pedestrians on the road, and countless gang members are like lions in the zoo when the wind time has come.