Marvel's Journey Begins with Psychosis

Chapter 38 It’s really not me!

The little spider thought about how legendary and bloody the legendary dark world that Roland had originally described to him was, and how many sad and tearful stories there were of bloodshed in the streets, brothers turning against each other, and good versus evil.

But today Roland taught him a lesson with reality.

The dark world he thought: assassinations and bloodshed.

The actual dark world: snatching the old man's cane.

It has to be said that such a thing would only seem less strange if it happened to Roland.

……

"Okay, the old man seems to be alive and well. He won't die for a while."

Roland stood up, clapped his hands, put on his face armor, and said in a loud voice: "Don't you want to seek justice? You can get involved in the old man's affairs later. I guess there will be another one when he is about to die." A blind man wearing similar clothes to you will also appear. I believe that the different justice they insist on will give you some inspiration."

"What about you? Roland."

"I?"

Roland scratched his head. He couldn't scratch his head through the helmet. It felt so uncomfortable.

"Of course I'm going home. Otherwise, once I go, they will probably put aside their grudges immediately and join forces to beat me. That will definitely not work.

gone. "

It's strange enough for a heavily armored knight to hold a rapier, but it's even weirder if this knight comes and goes like the wind and plays an agility style.

As soon as he stretched out his hand, Roland disappeared on the roof of the building. This was also the first time that Little Spider truly saw what Roland's ability was like.

"As expected of you~"

Secretly admiring, Little Spider turned around and looked at the motorcade that was already driving farther and farther along the complex streets of Hell's Kitchen. He put on his mask and also extended his hand.

"Justice...I'm coming!"

puff.

The spider silk launcher on the wrist emits a white silk thread, pulling the edge of the adjacent balcony and swinging the little spider into the distance.

…………

The other side of the city.

Roland carried a big bag on his back, rode his bicycle, and wandered home.

No one could have imagined that the Huofutu, which causes panic and bloodshed everywhere in the Big Apple every day, would appear in such a way.

With Roland's current outfit, neither the police nor the gang were willing to stop him when they saw him.

waste time.

"I'm back, is there any food left?"

The box on his back contains Roland's armor. This thing is easy to use, but it is a bit inconvenient whether it is putting on or taking off or carrying it.

Unfortunately, Roland doesn't have the storage space that the gold finger comes with. If he doesn't want people to see him wearing this thing when he goes home, he has to carry it back.

Thinking of this, Roland looked forward to Tony Stark's craftsmanship even more. Why is it that his body is also made of iron sheet and is light, strong, able to fight and fly!

If you give me a piece of iron to wear every day, am I worse than him?

"When will Tony get hammered? I can't wait any longer..."

Otherwise... I kidnapped him in advance? "

No, no, this is definitely not possible. It requires too many extras and it can’t be done.

……

Putting down the iron box, Roland went straight to the kitchen.

Sure enough, when he was passing by the living room, he saw Ms. Wanda who was obviously lying on the sofa but never responded, pretending that he didn't exist.

This woman is watching the Morrie Show.

"Damn it!"

Roland now misses the Wanda when they first met, and is still afraid of his own Wanda.

How great it was back then, you could have hot food every day.

Now that I'm done, I go to the kitchen and see that there are only bread, lettuce, and ham slices.

Can this thing be cooked? You let me eat this in the middle of the night? !

"Put it down if you don't want to eat it. Don't whisper bad things about me. I have a sharp ear."

Damn woman, not only is she no longer hardworking, but she has also taken over the remote control and even learned to make sarcastic remarks.

What can I do? Just eat it.

Roland sat down on the other side of the sofa next to Wanda and almost pushed the remote control to the floor. Roland received another look from Wanda.

"By the way..."

Swallowing the bread sandwich in his mouth with difficulty, Roland glanced at Wanda with disgust: "You haven't been out for a few days. Let's just say that in fact, people can't move a few times in a lifetime. You can't expect to move again next time. Let’s go out.”

"So what? It's not illegal if you don't go out."

The upper body is a soft cotton T-shirt, the lower body is simply training pants, and a messy bun is tied randomly on the top of the head. To be honest, it looks good. After all, people look good even if they wear sacks, but this is the only successor to this dignified Chaos Magic. , tearing apart Thanos with her hands, the chosen heroine who resists the power of the Phoenix...

That's it? !

You are only good at staying home, right?

Perhaps he could vaguely feel the hidden complaints in Roland's unkind eyes. With a flick of his fingers, the bread in Roland's mouth was stuffed into his mouth, almost choking him to death.

All right. There is no doubt that she is the "Chaos Witch".

"Where's your brother?"

After finally swallowing the bread, Roland asked while reaching for the big potato chip bucket Wanda was holding.

"He went out. He said he was going to find a job and try to make some money on his own."

Yo? !

Roland's eyes lit up: "Let your brother deliver the food! At his speed..."

"Eat you!"

……

With potato chips and a sandwich, Roland finally felt full. Lying on the sofa and leaning against each other, Wanda watched soap operas and chatted.

"Speaking of which, your brother is making money, why don't you go? You can wash dishes very quickly, so the dishes will jump out and wash themselves. How wonderful..."

"I don't want it. You're still talking about me, but you're also a homeless person."

"Can you compare with me? When I go out now, any car robber or washing powder seller will meet me. They will hand over the money to me without me having to say a word. This is strength, you know!"

"Yes, yes, yes~"

Helplessly echoing Roland, Wanda sighed and said: "Originally, I was thinking about being a nurse or something, but it turned out that there was not a single patient in such a big hospital, and the lights couldn't even be turned on at night. It was useless except for scaring people." No, you still say you are a doctor..."

Speaking of this, Roland suddenly stood up.

"Roland, what are you going to do?"

"I'll go outside and make some patients."

"return!"

……

"How can a hospital be opened like this!"

Wanda the lioness roared.

“If there is no demand, create demand.”

Roland is invulnerable.

"That's right. Think about it. With a skill like mine, ordinary patients can just come and see a doctor casually. I never charge a fee when I go out to help people treat mania. What I focus on is humanistic care."

Others don't know, and how can Wanda not know that Roland's treatment methods and humanistic care refer to directly killing people, which is indeed not manic.

Can a hospital do this to admit patients?

If one is cured and one dies, then what wards and beds are there?

Change everything, change it into a stove!

Wanda was so angry that Roland felt that she might have found out that she was the most useless person in the house, so she was so angry that she couldn't help but lose her temper here.

It doesn't matter, he's just a patient. Tomorrow he will buy two saws, a hammer, and a pair of nails. The orthopedics department will be opened directly.

As for the patients...

Roland looked back at the big box at the door.

"Sure enough, medieval armor cannot be paired with a rapier. A mace is more suitable..."

"Roland, what did you just say?"

"No. You heard wrong. It wasn't me."

Roland shook his head three times, looked at Wanda who looked curious and suspicious, and yawned artificially.

"Oh, I'm so sleepy. I'm going to bed. I don't have to make my breakfast tomorrow."

With that said, Roland stood up, left the sofa and walked to the room.

At this time, the phone rang.

"Roland, I'm looking for you."

Wanda picked up the phone, listened to a few words, and handed the receiver to Roland. She stood up curiously and listened.

"crooked?"