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Reincarnated Marvel Gunman

A unlucky bastard gets reincarnated into the marvel universe with a gunfighter system. Will his luck turn for the better in his second life? ----------------- If you have question's or such ill try to answer them when i can! And feel free to point out Engrish (grammar mistakes) if you see it! ^^ Last thing, im trying to improve my irl situation a bit so if you have a spare coin or two, you can support me at https://www.patreon.com/ordinarywriter

NickTheStone · Anime & Comics
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Powerpoint

I woke up four hours later, feeling... Pretty good? I guess Strength enhances other vital functions so if I throw more in it I won't really need to sleep for physical recovery but for mental. If I then threw a few points into Intelligence I could probably stay awake 24/7.

Imagining such a beautiful scenario where I could infinitely, around the clock "grind xp", I rose up from my couch. 

Seeing that the kids still weren't up at 11am, I guessed they had stayed awake way past midnight. Leaving them to sleep a bit longer, I decided to make us some breakfast.

What do I make, though.

Opening the fridge, my eyes scanned past the 24 cans of energy drinks. Grabbing one for later, I kept scanning the rest of the fridge for something that would be a good morning meal for the three of us.

Mmm... I guess I'll throw together something healthy.

Boiled eggs, cucumber and tomatoes with bread slices on the side.

"Sounds healthy enough, I think? " I mused to myself.

5 minutes later, as the cucumbers and the tomatoes had been cut up and thrown into a bowl, Bruce carried Eliza out of the bedroom.

"Morning, boss." the unified greeting resounded once more. I really need to get used to them addressing me as boss. 

"Morning, breakfast is ready in 5 minutes, go wait at the dinner table. " I replied with a smile. 

"Got it" Eliza replied, while Bruce just nodded. 

20 minutes later, after we had finished the breakfast, Eliza suddenly asked me about the last suitcase that I didn't open yet. 

"Boss, when you showed off your haul, you showed two laptops. Can I ask what they're for?"

"Uhh... I didnt check them yet fully. I still have a hard disk to sift through and the other laptop. Why, whats up?" I replied, slightly confused. Wasn't she disinterested?

Thinking for a moment with a nervous expression, she finally gathered her courage and asked. 

"Can... Can I have the laptop since its more convenient than asking Bruce to bring me to the PC?" 

"Huh? Oh sure. I just need to wipe one clean to make sure there's nothing dangerous on it, then it's yours. The one that I used seems pretty strong performance wise." I replied, nonchalantly. 

"Thanks boss!" Eliza broke out in a cheerful smile. 

Going to the living room and picking up the one laptop I had used to sift through the USBs, I formatted everything on it.

Then making sure there wasn't some garbage on it, I checked every single file and downloaded the best anti virus I could find... That also was in my previous life present? 

Turning on my PC and checking if it actually was good, and finding out they were the highest rated company I was surprised once more. 

"Damn, who would've thought Malwarebits would be present in Marvel. This saves me the effort of finding a anti virus for just in case scenarios." 

Having made sure the laptop was squeaky clean and has nothing on it, an hour had passed. 

Turning to look at Eliza and Bruce, who were watching TV, I called out to her. 

" Yo, miss henchma... Henchwoman? Here's your laptop. Remember, don't click anything suspicious or anything that asks you to download stuff." 

"Thanks boss!" she smiled, not noticing I had 'removed' the webcam from the laptop using a screwdriver. Should be secure enough considering its background, right? 

Like that, I decided to sift through the other, much more sturdy and bigger laptops contents. 

Turning it on to charge, I booted it up. Within seconds I was looking at a clean background.

...damn this thing wouldn't be a high grade military laptop or something, right? 

Looking through the desktop, I started opening file after file, my expression gradually turning stranger with each passing moment, with each file opened. 

"How to make meth for idiots.pdf? Huh, seriously?" 

"A dumbasses guide to laundering money.pdf??? What?" 

"How to hide from the pigs.mov? A fucking video tutorial?" 

"How to bribe people for fun and profit.mov....?" 

"How to expand your criminal empire quickly.pdf..."

"Your id and you! How to create convincing fake IDs.txt... Not even a convenient pdf file man....."

"Where, how and what to smuggle.pdf...."

And finally... 

"How to fight like a gangster.ppt? WHY WOULD YOU NEED A TUTORIAL FOR THAT!? IS THAT WHY THAT GUY TRIED TO CHARGE ME WITH A KNIFE?! AND MOST OF ALL WHY IS IT A POWERPOINT PRESENTATION?!" 

As I sat in my chair, I felt a headache coming after I read all of this. These guys... What the hell were they doing... They made me experience more pain when they were dead than when alive. 

Taking a deep breath to recover my mental faculties, I safely selected all of these... Dangerous files... And hid them inside a folder where I wouldn't see them unless I opened it by accident. 

... Let's hide that folder in another folder, just for my mental health's safety. 

Scanning the rest of the laptop afterwards, I found another whole load of nothing. 

Finally knowing it was clean, I decided I would plug in the hard drive and see what's on it. 

...oh.

So these crazy bastards used this military grade laptop to hack into the fucking goverments databases? And they just ripped what they could from there? How many pairs of balls did they have to do something like this? 

But... They really ripped off a lot of things huh... 

"Time to scroll, i guess." 

5 hours later, having scrolled past thousands upon thousands of files, 99% of them being logistics and reports about unimportant things, I found something that made me realise my efforts may have just paid off. 

Looking at the voice call recording that mentioned one of the gangs being infiltrated by agents of... An organisation whose name i didnt know for now, I finally had a decent clue. 

... I think at least. 

So this just means the people I shoot in the face may be cops... 

Looking at the clock hand showing 4pm, I made up my mind.

I am not the The Dead Man today tomorrow, I am...