Marvel's Journey Begins with Psychosis

Steve finally knew everything, but could only show a dumbfounded expression before taking off his mask.

"Roland, I really didn't expect it to be you."

"What Roland are you talking about? I don't know him."

Roland still tried to be tough, but Steve didn't seem to have any intention of defending him. He just sat on the ground very tiredly, holding his mask and muttering to himself: "But why is this?"

Seeing this situation, Roland didn't have the time to continue pretending to be stupid. He scratched his head, but didn't scratch his head through the helmet.

Damn it!

So, he also took off his helmet, walked to Steve with it, grabbed a half-broken wooden box from the side, and sat on it.

Click.

"Fake, is this wood so weak? Oh! Look what this is, high-purity washing powder!"

What was smashed by Roland was not only a wooden box, but also the goods packed inside, as well as the flat rectangular cube wrapped with many layers of yellow tape that was stuffed into the belly of the goods.

Steve frowned slightly and sighed in his heart, knowing that it would be difficult to ask Roland anything valuable today, so he settled for the next best thing and asked, "So why are you here? Here, it turns out to be the place called Jinbin... Oh!"

At this point, Steve's eyes widened again. He seemed to have guessed who the person who killed Jin Bin was.

After all, he is well-known in the Big Apple City and has done so many things. To a greater or lesser extent, he has heard some even more outrageous news from those guys.

Steve originally thought it was a fake, because it sounded really fake, and the same event often heard multiple increasingly stronger versions, but now it seems...

Steve's expression became more complicated. After all, he couldn't hold it back and continued the previous question: "Roland, since Kingpin is also a moving hand, then I think the other news I heard must not be false. Bar.

I still want to know, why? "

"Oh, why are there so many such things?"

Roland was also speechless: "It just happened. I don't know why. If there really is a reason, maybe I am short of money? Or I want revenge? Or maybe I just think it's fun."

It's fun.

Steve couldn't laugh anymore.

Don't talk about how many things happened before, just talk about what's happening in front of you. How many people have died in this place alone. Do you know that the things you have done can make many superheroes ashamed and criminals fearful, Roland.

Do you think it's fun?

"Then you..." Steve pointed at the identical armor on himself and Roland: "Do you think this is fun too?"

"of course."

Roland really explained it to him in detail: "Steve, you don't know me, but I do know something about you.

You are not used to being in the limelight and gaining fame. "

Steve stared at Roland.

I, Steve Rogers, don't like the limelight.

Maybe it's true. The posters of Captain America that are printed everywhere are indeed not the ones I asked them to print.

"But this won't work."

Roland continued: "At your speed, you can investigate today and find the person tomorrow, and you have to confirm whether you have found the right person the day after tomorrow. To be honest, your speed in fighting crime is not as fast as the growth rate of crime. The truth is: it is meaningless. big."

Then, he patted his chest, and the iron sheet made a bang bang sound: "But it's different if I'm with you! Look, this is the evidence!"

Roland pointed his fingers around the place. Captain America looked around and had to admit that what Roland said did make sense.

Not to mention anything else, it has been several days since he learned that there was a "replica" of himself in this city. Isn't this the moment of critical confrontation?

If Roland comes to do this, and Roland investigates him...

Well, Steve had reason to believe that Roland knew about it on the first day, and Roland was already squatting outside on the second day.

As for the source of the information~

None of the corpses on the ground seemed to be people who couldn't be beaten and questioned before they died.

"alright."

After pinching his nose, Steve recognized Roland's slightly horrifying "prank".

After all, this is one's freedom, and to be honest, Roland didn't harm his interests or anything like that.

The deeper reason is that Steve feels that he has little reason and ability to stop Roland, and he doesn't want this "farce" to end with him quitting the game.

What else can we do? This is the only thing we can do.

"Roland, it doesn't matter if you just tell me directly."

There is no way to resist, but Captain America still has a little emotional reaction in his words.

"Let you know? Tell you directly? Wouldn't that be boring! You don't know the expression on your face just now, oh! That's so interesting..."

"Wait, Roland."

Seeing Roland hooking his shoulders and preparing to walk out, Steve stood still and pointed at the "cargo" and corpses scattered around.

"Are we just leaving like this? Someone has to take care of it here, or destroy the scene and surveillance and burn the flour..."

"Oh, you don't have to worry about that."

Having been discovered, Roland stopped hiding. He took off his heavy gloves in front of Captain America, took out a mobile phone, and called someone.

"Crooked? Fury, it's nothing. Just locate this place and ask SHIELD to clean the floor."

After hanging up the phone, Roland winked at Steve and extended a thumbs up: "Done!"

Captain America was immediately dumbfounded. How could he still be like this?

No, is this relationship reversed? Why do you seem to be different from us?

"Stop standing there stupidly and let's go."

"Huh? Where are you going?"

"Let's go find their boss."

Roland said very matter-of-factly: "We have all offended him. It is completely meaningless to give him a warning now. Believe me, rush directly to his lair and kill everyone. This is the right thing to do!"

Captain America: Who taught you this? Where did you learn it?

"What a coincidence."

Roland smiled and put the helmet on himself again, with a big smile on the lower part of the mask: "I know where their lair is, and I also know where the boss is."

After saying this, Roland walked forward very happily, while Captain America was behind him, secretly praying for someone.

If you're lucky you'll meet me today and I'll break your nose and bones.

If you are unlucky, you will meet Roland today, and Roland will... God, I have no idea what terrible things Roland will do!

Good luck to you, stranger.

With this in mind, Captain America also buckled on his helmet, pursed his lips, took a deep breath, and ran after Roland resolutely.