I'm stacking cubes in Marvel

The car drove slowly on Eighth Avenue because there were not many roads for deregulation and the road conditions were very congested.

While paying attention to the little leopard in front of him, Yang Ming tried to observe whether there were traces of trackers around, and at the same time looked up to see if there were drones in the sky.

Unprofessional, he couldn't find anything, a little frustrated, he began to adjust the items in the ten shortcut bars.

Wooden sword (13), wooden door (6), wings, UFO key, stones (165), wooden fence (55), stone wall (223), resurrection potion (10), dirt (34), wood (75).

Through his research, he can indeed have a placement range of ten squares like in the game.

Originally, this release range was used to facilitate construction and excavation. In the current system, it is not a means of attack and "stuck monsters".

A square is 2 meters, and the distance of ten squares is 20 meters. Take him as the center of the sphere and draw the ball with a radius of 20 meters. Within this range, he can place blocks at will to form obstacles, or use cubes as the unit. The stones were thrown on the enemy's head.

Or throw a stone wall that is four meters by four meters in size and one centimeter thick, or throw a sky full of sand to block the line of sight.

In addition, he can fly and can launch a physical forbidden attack at any time.

In the past, Yang Ming would never want to use this as a means of attack, and even he would never want to attack anyone, and that was all.

But now this situation is very annoying. The Snake Shield has too much control over the city, even if Nick Fury can be ambushed by them.

He certainly didn't know that Sitwell didn't use the power of Pierce Snake Shield to follow him, and he didn't know that the baron behind the scenes didn't want to arrest him, but just wanted to use him as a springboard to get in touch with these mysterious people.

This kind of behavior is really annoying. I really don’t want to talk to these people who may ruin his peaceful life. He thinks that the little bald head represents the Snake Shield. If Nick Fury wants to recruit him, even if he doesn’t end up personally, at least he should come. Hawkeye or widow sister.

Ha ha!

In fact, he had a high self-esteem and hadn't guessed it correctly. Even if Nick Fury wanted to understand him, he would have sent a lot of pure dragon sets to get him out of the picture quietly.

...

He followed until the little leopard got out of the car and entered a building, but there was no attack he expected, but he was very nervous.

Because this neighborhood is full of blacks, he, a yellow man, shouldn't be here at all. If he gets out of the car, he will definitely attract attention.

The car continued to drive forward, leaving the place he had written down.

This neighborhood in Harlem has a lot in common with Hell's Kitchen.

Harlem, like Hell's Kitchen, was once a racially inhabited area. The police control is weak, the old buildings are many and concentrated, and there are not so many security cameras.

Get off the car three blocks away, jump up to the top of the building, and back to the top of the building based on memory.

I hadn't thought of how to tell which floor the little leopard lived on, when he saw the little leopard walking out of the unit door with a big pocket on his back.

"Hey, Eric, going out my brother?"

A big black fat man dangling at the door and the little leopard touched their fists, outputting very rhythmic words, "It must be the little J of F**K and his B***mother that provoke you again, right? I will warn them..."

"Hi, Nick, I just got a part-time job to go out for a week, if I mean if someone comes to inquire..."

"no problem!"

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by the big fat man holding a ticket: "Don't worry, Big N's mouth is the strictest!"

After dealing with the landlord, he just wanted to leave as soon as possible. He felt that he was being watched today, but no one was watching him.

The strength of those who followed him was not as powerful as the underworld figures he had seen before.

In this case, he can no longer live in the block controlled by the water viper. The gang members who used to hide his identities are most likely to be bad at critical moments.

Carrying a taxi with his big pocket on his back, he left Manhattan. A black man went to the advertising board of the Huaguo Supermarket in Queens and rented a single room.

The whole process was extremely fast, the bed was made and the curtains closed before the sky was getting dark.

Eric, who got everything right, opened the large package he was carrying, which contained no valuables or cash.

Instead, they are wrapped up with cloth and tape, with different shapes. There are not many and irregular objects, but they look very mysterious.

"Can I ask you, what is in his pocket?"

In a room opposite the apartment building, Sitwell looked at the monitor and couldn't help but ask Yang Ming.

Yang Ming was very helpless to Agent Sitwell, who looked a lot like Professor Yi Xiaoxing, but they were already involved.

As for the little leopard with certain anti-reconnaissance capabilities, Yang Ming had already lost track of him when he was on the Queensboro Bridge in Dejima.

Even if he added money to the taxi driver, he couldn't follow the taxi in front of him in the dense traffic.

When he was completely lost and kicked the fire hydrant by the side of the road, an Acura stopped beside him, and Sitwell invited him to get in the car.

Then they came here all the way, and these people showed him how far they could spy on the privacy of others in the city.

"Before you ask, did you introduce who you are? Why do you want to monitor the person in front of you?"

"We are FBI agents. His name is Ni Jacada and he is active in Manhattan under the pseudonym Eric. We have reason to suspect that he is involved in many cases. We are a little interested in your identity. Are you a righteous policeman? Why are you tracking him?"

Sitwell had already presupposed Yang Ming's question, and the disguise of the little leopard's identity could not hold up the investigation of Hydra. Two sentences brought the key to Yang Ming's body.

"For the reason I don't want to tell you, I am interested in these things in his hands and want to buy them. If you say that he is the suspect you want to catch, then I can give up."

Yang Ming wanted to show a kind of carelessness. With their participation, he felt that the plot of the Black Panther should be fragmented, and he didn't believe that the little bald head and the people behind him could let him take the Zhenjin away.

"Don't conflict with him, you can give him things!" The baron's order came again.

"You might as well let that person talk to me directly."

Yang Ming pointed to the left ear of the little bald head, "You are so good to me, what do you want from me?"

What Yang Ming hated the most was this kind of out-of-control trouble. After a good day, let them mess up. Thinking that he might be disturbed by Hydra endlessly in the future, he even had the idea of ​​destroying Hydra.

The eyes that looked at the little bald head became bitter: "I live my life for a while, why are you jumping out to disturb me?"

The growth of ordinary people will inevitably undergo a process of mentality change, and there will be a change in the plot of the two days