i screwed up marvel

Chapter 13 Electric Martin
Martin covered his face and lay lifelessly on the sofa.

Betty squatted beside him funny, touching his head to comfort him: "Don't be sad, I didn't mean to look down on you."

"Because I'm low enough, right?"

Martin laughed to himself.

Betty laughed and patted him: "You know I didn't mean that."

Martin remained motionless, still staring blankly at the ceiling.

Betty finally felt something was wrong, and asked softly, "What's wrong?"

"I am angry."

Martin frowned.

Betty looked at him speechlessly, said "Okay", then bowed her head and kissed him: "I apologize."

Martin smiled, patted the back of Betty's hand to indicate that he was fine, and said, "I mean, I got a little angry when I heard you say I'm short."

Betty couldn't laugh or cry: "Tell me, let me do what you want to calm you down, don't go too far!"

"Then kiss again."

Martin smiled and hugged Betty, sat up after kissing again, and said seriously: "What I wanted to say just now is that I will not be angry because of this, maybe I will be depressed, I will be helpless, but it should definitely not be angry... ..."

"Wow……"

Betty finally understood a little bit, "Is it because of side effects?"

"It's the second side effect."

Martin winked and laughed, making the atmosphere in the room a little more active.

Betty was also relieved to see Martin grinning, it didn't look too bad.

In the next two days, Martin found that he was a little out of breath when he got up. Every day he woke up, he always felt that his chest was tight, as if there was a cannonball stuffed in it, and it would burn at one o'clock.

However, he also found a way to counteract this "wake-up qi" by waking up early and exercising.

Since you feel too much strength, use it and exercise your body.

At first, I got up early and ran three kilometers.

Four kilometers the next day.

Five kilometers on the third day.

The fourth day is the weekend holiday again.

Betty decided to take Martin and Bell back to her home.

The house is in the suburbs, with a small river and woods behind it.

Looking at the place full of natural scenery, Martin couldn't help whistling excitedly: "Baby, this is really a good place!"

"As long as you like it."

Betty stopped the car with a smile, "However, we have to clean up the room first. I haven't come back for a week. I can't imagine how dirty it will be."

"Oh my God! Clean up the house!"

Martin scratched his head, he's really not good at this.

Before meeting Betty, it was normal for him not to tidy his apartment for a week, even a month.

Betty knew what Martin was thinking, and said with a smile: "If you don't want to clean up the house, then help me move things, cut the lawn, and find a way to trim the branches. The thick ones can be used as firewood, and the others can be thrown away."

"firewood!"

Martin's eyes lit up, and he pointed to the surrounding trees and said, "Can I chop them all up?"

Betty held Martin dumbfoundingly: "If you cut them all down, the deposit in your card will not be enough to pay the fine. I know you haven't exercised in the morning and have no energy. I think pruning these trees will also consume a lot of money." Calories."

"Okay! Guaranteed to make you bald!"

Martin rolled up his sleeves and got to work.

Betty shook her head helplessly, turned around and entered the house, and began to tidy up the house.

After tidying up for half the morning, the house was finally clean and tidy.Betty looked at the fruits of her labor, clapped her hands with satisfaction, and turned to the kitchen to prepare lunch.

The kitchen window can see the backyard, and the shirtless Martin has finished mowing the lawn and is now competing with a big tree.

Betty watched Martin riding on the tree branch and swinging the ax non-stop, as if there was an electric motor in his body, as long as it was powered on, he would never tire.

Thinking of the electric motor, Betty remembered something for some reason, her face flushed slightly, she lowered her head and began to wash the vegetables.

"Hey! Betty, do you have a sickle? A machete will work too! These twigs can't be cut with an axe."

"Then you have been hacking for so long!"

Betty rolled her eyes, turned off the tap, went to the storage room, and found a rusty machete.

Martin took the machete and waved it in his hand. Taking advantage of his hand, he slashed twice on the twigs. Although the blade was a bit blunt, the twigs still fell down.

"OK?" Betty asked.

"Perfect!"

Martin, riding on a branch, blew a kiss to Betty.

Betty pursed her lips in a funny way, and kissed her from afar.

When Betty was far away, Martin just kept waving his arms like before.

At the same time, he cursed in a low voice: "Damn branches! Annoying leaves! I'll kill you! I'll fuck you!"

Martin didn't want Betty to see himself like this.

Apparently, the side effects of the serum were greater than Betty imagined.

In this way, Martin relieved his anger and released his inexplicably increased strength.

But this is not a simple release. He has found that in this way, not only can the symptoms of losing control of the mind be relieved, but it also has a fairly obvious exercise effect.

His strength, physical strength and other aspects of physical fitness are really increasing.

If it's jogging, he believes he can run all day!

Of course, this is not just exercise, but rather a process of serum enhancement.

This process makes him very happy.

The only thing that worries him is whether he will become green and fat if he continues like this.

It's not just Martin who's worried about "green" these days, but Bruce Banner as well.

At this time, he had just woken up from a nightmare, and the green mushroom cloud was still flashing in his mind.

"Damn it, how could there be such a dream!"

Bruce shook his head, rubbed his stinging head vigorously, got up and opened the curtains, the bright sun made his eyes sting a little.

For several days in a row, there were either green flashes, huge green explosions, or green nano-microbes. Could it be a side effect of gamma rays?
Originally, the old injuries on his body miraculously disappeared, making him think that his experiment was successful.

But now his own state made him start to have some doubts.

Bruce sighed.

After he started not sleeping well at night a few days ago, he re-examined himself and found some abnormalities, such as the extreme activity of immune cells, such as the strange combination of nano-microbes and red blood cells.

But the only effect of these discoveries was to add a series of question marks to his mind, without any practical value at all.

Knowing that he is in a predicament, he finds that the predicament is a maze with no direction.

I can't find the direction to get out of trouble, and I can't see the way out.

The feeling drove him crazy.

Bruce grabbed his clothes irritably and went to work overtime. For him, the laboratory is the only place where he can feel at ease.

Compared with the weekend of Bruce's overtime experiment, Martin and Betty's days in the suburbs are undoubtedly much happier.

If it wasn't for Bell running back with a big fish in his mouth at night, they even felt that this was a simple and happy world for two.

Martin spent a whole day of energy and finally calmed down at night, but he was also a little lazy and didn't want to move.

But it’s not a trivial matter for the cat owner to be hungry. He thought about it, and built a shelf with broken branches that hadn’t been cleaned up, and skewered the fish to make a big grilled fish.

Betty took some barbecue ingredients from the kitchen, and while Martin was turning the grilled fish, she whispered, "I found a problem."

"what?"

Martin moved his head curiously, knowing that he didn't want the orange cat to hear.

"If Bell didn't eat at noon, then his food intake has decreased a lot."

Martin was startled, and then looked at the grilled fish in his hand.

Although it is a big fish, the big fish in the small river only weighs five or six catties. After cleaning up and putting it on the grill, there is not much left.

If you only eat these a day, your appetite will be much smaller than before.

After half an hour.

Bell finished eating the grilled fish that Martin had finished, and walked towards Betty's house. He wanted to find a good place for himself to spend the night.

The two who had been paying attention to Bell looked at each other.

"It looks like I'm really eating less."

Martin said affirmatively, and then laughed: "I don't need to cook so many meals for him in the future."

Betty gave him a sideways glance: "Is this something important? The most important thing is that it may be back to normal!"

Martin frowned: "What do you mean?"

Betty shook her head and explained helplessly: "It means that you also have hope to return to normal."

Martin was overjoyed and hugged Betty amidst Betty's exclamation.

"Come on, let's celebrate!"

(End of this chapter)