Marvel's Journey Begins with Psychosis

Wanda has been wandering with her brother since she was a child, and was captured by the Hydra gang when she was a teenager. Over the years, she has been confused and lost a lot of life. She has never really had a private life of her own. space.

For now, although she was "renting" in Roland's house, she was already very satisfied. That's why she was so happy to clean up the room. The busier she was, the happier she was.

But Roland's sudden voice really startled Wanda, who was squatting under the desk and cleaning the floor, and her head hurt.

I was anxious, angry and embarrassed, but fortunately no one saw me. She was a little happy thinking about this. This is the beauty of private space!

Immediately the anger subsided, but my head still hurt. He covered his head and walked to the living room, looking at Roland's house, still a little worried about him.

Roland seemed to have been very serious before entering the door. He was covered in injuries, with nosebleeds and retching. Even when his fingers were shaking, he was still smiling. What happened to him?

Standing at the door, Wanda was very hesitant. After all, although they were "collaborators" and shared a house, they were not very familiar with each other. They had known each other for less than a week.

"So should I knock on the door and ask...?"

Suddenly, the door was opened, and Wanda was startled again.

It's not that the door opened too fast, it's that the thing inside the door is too weird.

Bang bang, heavy footsteps sounded, and Wanda saw an iron can coming out of Roland's room.

"Wanda, do you also like performance art?"

"Roland? Why are you dressed like this! It's already night, and you still want to go out? Wearing this?"

In modern society, who would secretly hide a set of heavy armor in their room and wear it before going out?

Well……

Wanda suddenly realized something.

It's Roland.

That's fine.

……

With heavy steps, Roland left home and embarked on the journey.

In fact, the purpose of his trip was to test his skills and equipment, and to study future directions.

Since free attribute points can be extracted, there will definitely be more such things in the future. If the basic attributes are high, it will not be worse than some skill equipment.

Then who is Captain America? Besides having a pot lid, what else does he have? Isn’t it just that his basic attributes are higher?

Based on Roland's current calculation of the US team, he feels that the value displayed by the US team in battle may not be 100, at least not necessarily agility and spirit.

Even though he was not so rich in free attribute points, Roland was still prepared to pick out two and add one.

…………

It's night, thick clouds cover the moon, and it's dark and unclear.

This kind of weather can inspire the evil in some people's bones, probably because they themselves know that everything they do is evil.

"What are you talking about, Brand? I'm just afraid of being caught and going to jail!"

On a car that had obviously changed its license plate, several guys were sitting in the car, excitedly taking off their hoods and masks, and couldn't wait to divide the stolen goods.

"Hey Gias, you shouldn't have fired that shot just now."

"Oh so now you know the law again, Brand? Stop talking such bullshit!"

It seemed that someone didn't follow the plan, and there was a slight friction between several people in the car.

"Calm down, brother, I didn't mean that, I..."

"Fake! Then shut your special mouth!"

Bang... bang bang!

A gunshot was heard, followed by more gunshots.

A moment later, the car door opened, and someone was pushed out and thrown to the ground. A large red smear spread from his chest, staining his clothes and soaking the ground.

The car turned on its lights, started quickly, and left this place.

Soon, dynamic music rang out in the car, smoke puffed out, and it drove all the way towards Hell's Kitchen.

"Brand, this stupid guy, I can't blame him for his death."

There were three people left in the car, and everyone acted as if nothing had happened. Everyone, including the driver, was holding hand-rolled cigarettes, laughing loudly, and waving the banknotes they had just snatched.

"That guy Kingpin is also a fool, ha!"

One of them said: "If he had agreed to let us join, wouldn't it have happened today? The white-skinned pig is stupid!"

"Yes, yes! We have to do it ourselves!"

“Get the Kingpin out of Hell’s Kitchen!”

"Not one million, not two million... We want everything from Kingpin! Everything! Hahahaha!"

"Wow! Cool!"

"Ha ha ha ha……"

There was a lot of noise in the car, and it seemed that none of these people were very awake, at least not now.

Suddenly, there was a thud, the windshield was shattered, and something was thrown into the car, which started to smoke under the passenger's feet.

"Fake!"

He braked suddenly, making a screeching sound as the tires rubbed against the ground. He drifted and drifted all the way, hitting the steps of the trail before stopping awkwardly.

But before they could stand still, two more smoking cans were thrown into the car.

Coughing and cursing, several people put on masks and other things indiscriminately, grabbed the bag with money in one hand, and grabbed the gun in the other. After getting out of the car, they started pointing in various directions, and then continued to curse loudly.

At this time, a smoking small jar slowly rolled out from the alley next to it.

"there!"

bang bang bang...

They did find the person who attacked them, but they didn't know why the bullets made a clanging sound.

"This trick of the blind old man is really useful..."

A muffled and shocking sound came out of the alley shrouded in thick smoke.

"It's just that his sword isn't very easy to use..."

Thick smoke rolled and rolled, as if some seal had been broken, and a thin long sword slowly emerged from it. Then, a black metal spliced ​​chain covered with red patterns on the shoes stepped out, and then glowing The greaves with a cool black halo, the knee armor with ferocious spikes, the connected plastron...

In an instant, a monster wearing heavy armor, with a black and red face, and a cloak tied at his side, walked out of the smoke.

He also had a small wooden propeller on his head.

"Wang Defa..."

Several promising young people in the late night were obviously stunned. They were a little unable to react to the current situation, but they quickly reacted, raised their hands, fired, cursed, and backed away.

Amidst the clanging sounds, Roland was also muttering to himself: "Defense is enough."

Suddenly disappeared from the spot, an iron hand pressed on a person's head.

"Speed, not needed for now."

The iron hand tightened.

"Strength is not enough."

Then he "flashed" in front of another person, drawing blood with his sword.

"Physical strength is more practical."

"Ghost——!"

The few remaining people fled.

"Ah, it seems that mental attributes are not really needed. But you can't just run away."

Roland sighed helplessly: "I still have skills that I haven't tried yet.

Hehe, just right! "

Taking out a small bottle from his heavy armor and pouring it on his body, Roland puffed out a cigarette from the hole in his face armor. He took the lighter and lit the cigarette first, then himself.

"Hehe! Run! I'm going to chase you! Hahahahaha!"

In Hell's Kitchen late at night, heavy armored cavalry with flaming bodies flew into the sky, grinning ferociously.