Marvel's Journey Begins with Psychosis

On the outside of the slightly empty cold storage, a few cars parked in a messy manner separated two completely different worlds.

On one side are the "workers" who are outnumbered. Their work is complicated and noisy as they are constantly moving, searching and recording various goods.

On the other side is a small world of conversation that only belongs to the "upper class" people, with only Moe and Grant.

Oh, and now there's a third one.

Wearing a gothic black battle armor, holding a Remington with one hand and resting it on someone else's head...Bat Captain.

"Say, keep talking."

Moi didn't know how fast his heartbeat was now, but it was definitely much faster than the last time he was chased.

Dizziness, dry mouth, rapid heartbeat... Moi really wished that he was in another scene, but the muzzle of the gun above his head kept reminding him that this side was the real one, and that muzzle was even It's still hot!

He came here after killing someone somewhere!

"Go on~ Has anyone praised the handsome Bat Captain? Has anyone set up an organization, a guild, to raise donations for the poor Bat Captain? Huh?"

Every time he asked a question, the gun above his head would stab him hard. Moi felt as if he had died several times in these short seconds.

But he didn't die after all, which is something to be thankful for.

"What do you want to do~"

Raising his other hand and pointing his ferocious iron-toothed finger towards Grant, who put his hand on his lower back, the Bat Captain took a step forward and emerged from the shadows, revealing a half-smiling face.

"Show me~"

He stretched out his hand, palm up, and placed it in front of Grant: "Otherwise, I'll kill you~"

Swallowing his saliva mechanically, Grant's eyes were dull, and the idea of ​​resistance that he had just had completely disappeared in an instant along with his uncontrollable pee.

"Please... don't, don't kill me..."

Whispering, pleading, begging, Grant trembled and slowly put the hand behind him in front of him. At the same time, he also put the gun behind his waist into the iron hand.

"Good~!"

Patting his head gently, the bat captain turned around and looked at Moi, who had been standing there, biting his lip, and even suffering from slight weakness due to excessive tension and tightness in his body.

"I dare to bet you..."

He raised his hands and pointed both guns at Moi: "There are no bullets in my gun."

Bang!

"alright, you win."

Turning around, he showed a bigger smile: "Now, it's your turn to bet with me."

"RUN——!"

Grant yelled and ran frantically outside, leaving the "workers" who gathered around here with their pistols out in unison after hearing the gunshots.

They were all asking questions, but Grant had no intention of explaining anything to them, and just ran outside crazily.

"Don't ask him such difficult questions."

There was a voice coming from behind the car, and then everyone saw the figure slowly walking out with two guns in hand.

"Hehe, he is just anxious to go home and change his pants."

"What kind of monster is your special code!"

"kill him!"

After all, they are desperadoes. To be able to enter such a secret hiding place for smuggled goods, it should be said that these people must be trustworthy and have proven themselves.

There is a high probability that each of them is carrying more than one life.

The kind of villain played in TV dramas who suspects someone of being an undercover agent and then engages in a lively intellectual contest and acting showdown with him does not exist at all. He is suspected only once, and when the gun is pointed at you, he will always be You won't shoot for any "reason".

If he thinks so, then that’s it.

Under such conditions, desperadoes gathered together and became each other's witnesses and sources of courage.

Perhaps words like "trust" cannot be applied to them, but it is precisely because of this that when a dozen or more such desperadoes gather together, they dare to shoot at anything.

This is not only some kind of... trust, courage, dignity and other issues, but also about the meaning of existence of people like them and some kind of chaotic logical self-evidence.

If you dare not shoot, you are a coward, a traitor, and an outsider.

It's good to have fired a gun.

Therefore, after the first gunshot, more bullets that were completely uncountable were fired from the muzzle, making explosions and causing an interesting phenomenon called continuous echo with the walls of this small space, completely becoming a mess. group.

After all, it's not just the muzzle that makes the sound.

Soon, the round of shooting ended, and the desperadoes who had emptied their magazines were still pressing the triggers, making the small smoke-filled space hear a click.

Is he dead?

He must be dead.

No matter what kind of ugly monster it was, if hundreds of bullets hit it, it would definitely be dead.

The cars were all blown up, and smoke was billowing from them. The iron sheets were punctured, too.

"Um...it's dead...right?"

Finally, among the many desperadoes who were exchanging glances and pretending to be dull, waiting for a brave man to step into the smoke to investigate the situation, a not-so-smart guy appeared.

"Bird, go and take a look."

"Yes, Bird, go and see if he is dead."

"Haha, I think he's beaten to pieces."

"Bird? Go quickly!"

Amid the "strong support" of everyone, Bird held his head high and walked into the smoke pretending to be calm. Three seconds later, there was a gunshot, a cluster of firelight, and then there was no sound again.

"Is he...dead?"

Someone couldn't help but ask, but no one answered him. Even he himself was not sure whether the "him" he was talking about was the monster or poor Bird.

As a result, everyone fell into a strange circle again. They wanted to run but couldn't, but they didn't want to go and didn't dare to go. They couldn't make a sound and would make the same mistake as Bird.

Therefore, everyone could only stand like this, pick up the pistol, and watch vigilantly at the gradually dissipating smoke and the "friends" around them.

then……

"Is that him!"

"No...that's, Bird..."

When the smoke cleared, the desperadoes were surprised to find that there was indeed a body there.

Bird's.

So where did that guy go?

Everyone was in a mess, moving their guns randomly, almost causing a melee.

Until, someone accidentally looked up at the roof.

"Where is he! Up there!"

Above, Captain Bat, with a small fan spinning above his head, clapped his hands vigorously: "Ah! You have discovered me!"

Then, it's your turn to be a ghost! "

The black cloak spreads out like a dragon's wings, and the monster swoops down!

……

Less than a minute later, the sound of gunfire and shouting all disappeared here.

On the ground, there was only one person standing there.

"It's a pity that I haven't asked where that Bullseye guy is yet."

Patting the dust off himself, Captain Bat turned around and prepared to leave.

"Maybe……"

At this time, someone suddenly spoke not far behind him.

"...I can tell you where he is."

"Ah~!"

The Bat Captain turned around and saw another Bat Captain walking out from behind the wall.

"hello."

"Hello."