Marvel's Journey Begins with Psychosis

The nearest one is fine, Roland is still very busy.

During the day, he had to move large and small packages, buy new furniture and other things along the way, and at night he had to go out to perform voluntary exorcisms in the Big Apple City, although... the devil was also played by him.

All in all, life is fulfilling and there is always something to do.

Kuaiyin is still homeless and no one knows what he is doing. Wanda is still at home and has no interest in going out at all, especially after learning how to shop on TV.

Life seemed to go on peacefully until one day, when Roland went out to do a task at night, he met an old acquaintance.

"It seems that you have made a choice."

Originally he was just stopping on the roof to enjoy the breeze and be lazy, but Roland didn't expect to meet the little spider here.

Little Spider, who originally thought of using Huo Futu as an elite monster brusher, did not expect that after Huo Futu, the murderous demon king recently rumored in the Big Apple City, took off his helmet, what was revealed was Roland's face.

"Mr. Roland? You? Huofutu?"

Parker gained strange superpowers after being bitten by a spider. He immediately ran to find Roland, so the little spider didn't care at all when his identity was exposed in front of Roland.

He took off his mask and walked towards Roland with a smile.

"Seriously, Mr. Roland, I..."

"Why did you change back to Mr. Roland?"

Roland turned around and lit a cigarette with the fire on his shoulder. Roland felt that the fire was not in vain today. He originally wanted to catch a few bounty hunters, Hydra and the like, but unexpectedly he caught a spider. Okay, spider. It is a good friend of mankind.

However, at this time, there was no need for the dazzling firelight from the night.

Reaching out to extinguish the flames on his body, Roland held a cigarette in his mouth and looked at the little spider with a smile: "Are you here specifically to see me? Fire Buddha, who gave me that nickname?"

Now that he knew that Huo Fu Tu was Roland, Parker completely let down his guard. He grabbed his hood and walked to Roland's side, sitting on the eaves of the rooftop.

"It's true that I'm here to make trouble. It doesn't matter. I'm here to see Huo Buddha. Oh, Huo Buddha is the nickname they gave you, but I didn't know that Huo Buddha is you."

Little Spider was a little embarrassed: "I've been hearing about you lately, but..."

Little Spider was speechless for a moment, but Roland understood in his heart: "It's just nothing, it's just nothing good to say. Right."

Lowering his head, the little spider acquiesced.

Immediately, he showed some struggling and doubtful expression, pursed his lips, and asked in confusion: "Roland, are you... considered a superhero now?"

"Who? Me? Are you kidding me?"

Roland himself was confused, and at the same time he felt it was hard to tell whether this was an insult to him or to the superhero.

Even I can be considered a superhero, how rotten is this world...

"Why do you have such dangerous ideas?"

Roland stepped forward and asked nervously.

"Ah? No...isn't it? Then you, you still...don't you count yourself as a superhero?"

The little spider was obviously confused by Roland's answer. He was pointing randomly with his hands, not knowing what he was saying: "But you are obviously protecting the city..."

"Wait a minute, wait a minute, you obviously misunderstood something."

After thinking about the vocabulary, Roland spoke as clearly as possible: "I have no interest in being a superhero at all, not now, nor in the future. As for what you said, what I do to protect something , no matter what the result is, that is not my purpose.

I just did it for myself and for fun. "

Patting the confused little spider on the shoulder, Roland realized at this moment that this guy was indeed a genius. Compared with the set of needlework he first made, Roland was already an upgraded product. It looked almost like the classic skin Roland remembered.

"I probably guess what you are thinking, but, Parker, you can't follow my example.

At least, I can't be the kind of person in your heart who is willing to sacrifice for others. "

"But……"

"Have you been fighting crime lately?"

Little Spider was stunned: "Ah, yes."

Pointing to his nose, Roland said coldly: "The biggest criminal in this city should be me."

"……what?"

"The criminals you usually see and fight against will probably only have two reactions when they hear my name.

First. "

Roland held out a finger: "He will wet his pants in fear.

second. "

Roland stretched out a second finger: "He will kneel down on the ground, kiss my shoes, and worship me as a god. While fearing me, he will worship me extremely."

Roland was not boasting.

Counting from the time when he cooperated with Kingpin, the news that Kingpin had let out intentionally or unintentionally, at that time, Roland had become one of the underworld legends of the Big Apple City as a mysterious man without a name.

Later, a large number of Hydra remnants escaped from the Hydra base in Sokovia. These guys had no legitimate identities and no skills other than killing. They fled here and there, but in the end they could only become Some kind of job like a gangster, mercenary, or killer.

These people are located all over the world, and without exception, they must all remember the day when the elusive Roland almost massacred the entire base.

Although these people may not necessarily know Roland's name, they have spread Roland's name to the entire dark world in another way.

Then, there is the tin can version now.

To be fair, although Roland himself has no idea of ​​fighting crime and maintaining law and order.

But...

How can a person like him who goes out for fun every night meet any good people? Aren't they still people from the underground world? Roland kills three people today and scares two people crazy tomorrow. He goes out on missions every day. He can't think of being famous. It’s all difficult.

It is no exaggeration to say that the Big Apple City has indeed become much more peaceful and peaceful recently due to Roland's daily tasks.

No wonder Little Spider had such a wrong perception after recognizing that the tin can was Roland himself.

Because the fact is that the impact of Roland's going out to commit crimes every day is that the crime rate in the Big Apple City has indeed decreased.

This is such a sad story.

In short, the name Roland may not be that scary, but it is true that criminals in the Big Apple City are afraid to go out when the thick fog rises late at night.

Otherwise, Roland would not be so coquettish as to use himself as a torch, for fear that others would not notice him.

With this kind of Roland, and with this kind of self-awareness, Little Spider thinks he is a superhero, and Roland really can't stand it.

"Young man, I know what you are thinking."

At Roland's age, he can still act like Little Spider and act like he doesn't listen to the old man's advice.

Holding the little spider's shoulder, Roland said earnestly: "I know that at your age, you will be confused and can't find your way, so it is really normal to regard a great and upright person like me as your idol and life goal...

What's your expression! Just listen to me! "

As soon as he showed a slightly disgusted expression, Roland shook the little spider's shoulders and increased the volume.

"The truth is, you don't need to imitate anyone, you don't need to follow anyone, you just need to...coward...Sorry, this is Chinese, you can't understand it.

In short, remember what your uncle said, the smaller the ability, the smaller the responsibility! "

"That's not what my uncle said..."

"It does not matter!"

Roland grabbed the conversation again: "What is right and what is wrong not only differs from person to person, but is also a question that is destined to be searched for a lifetime to find the answer. You only need to follow your heart now.

What you see and experience, slowly you will know what to do. "

The little spider was even more confused: "I don't understand..."

"Then don't think about it."

Roland once again carried out the fine tradition of killing without burying people: "If it doesn't work, you can go watch what the real masters do. I mean, the real superheroes."

"Do you mean?"

"Na."

Roland reached out and pointed. A few streets away, a thrilling late-night racing battle was taking place.

"Good! As expected of the Big Apple! This is not something ordinary movie makers can do! Wow! Look, there's an old man standing on the roof of the car!

There are so many talented people in the Big Apple. Even the blind old man is so fierce. Look at him doing somersaults without falling..."

"Roland, how do you know that old man is blind?"

"Of course I know that."

Roland calmly picked up the rapier from his hand.

"I'll grab his crutch."