Marvel's Journey Begins with Psychosis

Roland himself did not expect that making money would be so easy. All he had to do was threaten... coerce... coerce...

"Fuck! It's obvious that Jin Bin is willing to help others, what does it have to do with me, Roland!"

With the money already in hand, Roland felt that he had finally not lost the face of the time traveler.

……

Although his life in the Hydra branch was not happy, Roland did learn a lot there, such as investigation and counter-investigation skills.

"Is Kingpin such a well-behaved person? He actually didn't send anyone to follow me. He is indeed a good person! A good brother, so loyal!"

Wandering on the streets late at night with a bag of money, although Roland didn't look like a kind person, where was he?

The Big Apple!

Just after leaving Jin Bin's sphere of influence, Roland was surrounded by several big men who suddenly appeared at a corner.

"What are you..."

Roland looked demented and looked like the kind of bully who wouldn't even dare to report a robbery.

"Stop talking nonsense, Bro, if you know what this is, you'd better put down your bag and mobile wallet right now and get out of here!"

Although the leading guy with a turban looked quite streetwise, he didn't expect that he would become even more streetwise when he spoke. Roland thought that this guy must have studied at the West Coast Conservatory of Music, and it would be a pity not to participate in a music program.

Looking at the butterfly knife in his hand, Roland was actually quite disappointed.

"You're not even willing to rob me with a gun, so you look down on me?"

"what?"

Several people looked at each other, feeling that this yellow man was a bit...stupid.

Just when he was about to get enough food and clothing by himself, Roland's bag slipped from his shoulder and fell to the ground, along with the scabbard of his katana.

"Is it surprising, is it surprising, is it exciting, is it exciting?"

Roland smiled broadly and had white teeth. Before the turban boy could react, he stabbed the knife into his stomach.

"do not move."

Just as they were about to say something, several other people ran away, holding back Roland's words.

So, Roland asked the hooded boy to hold the handle of the knife by himself: "Don't pull it out. If you pull it out, you will lose too much blood and die. Look at the bag for me. Lend me this thing. I'll be right back."

After grabbing the butterfly knife, Roland ran away quickly. The turban boy fell softly to the ground, his eyes widened with tears and fear. Looking at the knife inserted in his stomach, he felt as if all his strength had been exhausted. It was as if it had been taken away, even breathing became very difficult and very luxurious.

Not long after, footsteps sounded, and along with the sound of the butterfly knife swinging, Roland, who had just left, came back from the other direction.

But this time, there seemed to be a little more red on his face.

"Oh, this is blood, hehehe, you didn't guess, it's not mine."

Squatting down, Roland pressed the butterfly knife into the turban boy's hand and said gently to him: "There is some blood, wipe it yourself."

After saying that, he went to pull out his knife. As soon as he put his hand on the knife handle, the hooded boy spoke fluent West Coast rap: "Please, don't do this, let me go!"

Roland was confused: "Who wouldn't let you go?"

Then he suddenly realized: "Oh! I know, you want to steal my knife! Okay, you bastard, I have good intentions...I...you have to return the knife to me anyway."

With a strong force on his hand, a tooth-softening sound came out. Roland carefully wiped the blade of the knife on the turbaned boy. After thinking for a moment, he pulled off his turban and wiped it. This time it was finally clean.

"Then, goodbye~"

Without forgetting to pick up the bag on the ground, Roland, who was in a good mood, sang happily and left the place.

As for the turbaned boy who was slumped on the ground, he didn't even have his turban anymore. He only had endless fear and regret in his heart, as well as the strength to survive that he didn't know where he came from. He held his stomach with difficulty, trying to crawl to find someone to save him. Own.

However, he was not very strong. As soon as he crawled out a few meters, he fell to the ground and never moved again.

Two or three minutes later, a woman with red hair wearing all black clothes walked up from the street, quickly checked the scene, and pressed the call device near her ear with an expressionless face.

"This one also died, not peacefully. There were four people in total, and the total time spent was less than three minutes, including pursuit, killing, and his nonsense skills...

Boss, as an observer this time, my comment is that this Roland is extremely dangerous and completely uncontrollable. He may be a murderous madman. "

I don’t know who said what on the other end of the phone. The woman listened without saying a word for a long time. Then she simply hummed and replied: “My opinion is the same as before. My opinion is that I have no opinion.

I will carry out the orders as they are issued. "

After hanging up the call neatly, the woman raised her head, glanced in the direction Roland had left before, turned around, walked lightly into the dark night.

…………

"Hey! Even if I die and be nailed in the coffin, I will still shout with a decaying voice: Kingpin is such a good man!"

Back at his temporary residence, Roland finally had time to check how much money was in the bag.

Although he knew that these dynamic social groups were easy to make money, very rich, and had a lot of cash reserves, Roland did not expect that he could just casually mention that Wesley, who had been away for less than five minutes, could actually give him 20 Millions of cash came out.

To be honest, Roland regretted it a bit.

"I should order more..."

Going there again now... seems a bit bullying. Roland thought it would be better to go there tomorrow.

Apart from the money and a few mobile phones, the only thing left in the bag was the heart. It was a good thing and couldn't be left lying around, so Roland put it in a shoe box, tied it with a basin, and stuffed it under the bed.

"It's much safer this way."

With money, Roland can move to another place to live, instead of living in a deserted attic since he was dragged out by Peter Parker in that alley.

There was no way, that kid was a poor man. If he wanted to buy a camera, he had to work-study and save over and over again. How could he have the ability to help Roland find a place to live.

But speaking of this, since someone has saved his life, Roland must find a way to repay him.

"Help him save that uncle? Alas, I don't know when the uncle will die. Forget it, let's act according to the situation."

If you want to repay your kindness, there is a ready way: money!

Roland had watched some Marvel movies in his previous life. Although he never understood why "Spider-Man" had to be filmed three times with different actors, he at least knew that no matter which Spider-Man they were, they all had one thing in common. Characteristics: poor.

So, when it comes to repaying a favor, don’t engage in any kind of telepathy or spiritual redemption, just stuff the money in and that’s it!

"That's it, first go find a house and rent a new one... Sure enough, you still have to ask for it again... Then borrow some money and rent it, how ugly it sounds. Buy it! This is much better.

Then, help the child improve his life, and then... hmm? "

Roland originally wanted to go to the hospital to study how doctors performed surgeries, draw parallels, and develop fruit abilities.

Unexpectedly, as soon as I opened the system panel, I saw that the [Fear Value] item seemed to be a lot too much.

"What happened? What happened to me? Who did I scare? It's inexplicable!"