Marvel's Journey Begins with Psychosis

There was a loud click, and Roland made his debut.

It was only then that Saul finally met someone who could really speak to the whole incident.

He was riding slowly on a bicycle he picked up from nowhere. The old and damaged bicycle made a death cry and looked like it was about to fall apart at any moment.

The cyclist was wearing black clothes and black trousers, with short hair and no hat. He looked like an ordinary young man with a sunny smile on his face.

In any other situation, such as anywhere on the street, this would be a normal and ordinary young man.

But it's different here.

Behind Thor stood the most powerful people in the city's underground world. Each of them was rebellious and had countless lives on their hands.

However, when the big boy riding a bicycle with a smile on his face came over, the powerful bosses all lowered their heads, bowed their bodies, trembled slightly, and said in unison: "Sir!"

That is to say, Thor is not familiar with the human world, otherwise today's scene will definitely impress him and be unforgettable for his whole life.

"Hey, there are still many alive, hahahahaha..."

Roland told a joke that was not funny, but the big guys still had to cooperate with him by showing all kinds of ugly, sweaty smiles, trying hard and humbly to agree.

Death is the only way through the ages.

In the face of life and death, these bosses finally realized that they were no more courageous than those they had bullied and killed.

"You did a good job, but in the end it was still a bit slow."

The big guys were anxious: "But sir, I..."

"Why are you in a hurry? I haven't finished speaking yet."

Roland rolled his eyes, then looked at the row of people with a smile: "Who were the people who hired people to kill me yesterday?"

Damn it, he asked this anyway.

In the crowd, two ugly-looking guys took a deep breath and stepped forward. One of them wanted to say something harsh to prop up the scene, but was pulled gently by the person next to him. Losing all courage and strength, he knelt in front of Roland with him.

"How much did you spend?"

"5. 500 million."

"Tsk, 500 million, that's a bit insulting to me."

Roland vowed: "I was worth 500 million three months ago! Really! If you don't believe me, go to the Big Apple and ask! They can prove it to me!"

Then who is it, Manfredi... No, I forgot, I killed him.

oh! Then who! Kingpin! He...he can't do it either, I'll kill him too.

Bullseye. Bullseye definitely does! I didn't kill Bullseye, he threw himself next to me and died! he……

Farke! He is dead anyway! "

Roland was a little frustrated and pushed the bicycle not knowing where to push.

"Eh? But, you're still alive!"

Still pushing the clanking car, Roland came to the two kneeling people, slowly bent down, twisted his body in strange postures, and put his face under the lowered head of the person.

"You are crying~ Stop crying. Crying counts as time... No, you will die if you cry."

"Please! Please... let me go... please, please..."

"Okay."

Roland looked at the big boss who was kowtowing and was about to collapse. He patted his shoulder gently, squatted down, leaned close to his ear, and whispered: "In the future, if you tell others, it will cost you a thousand dollars." Wan hired someone to kill me, okay~"

"Okay. Of course! I told them I spent 20 million!"

"Well! You're good! Then you..."

"I spent 50 million to hire someone!"

The other boss is smart, too smart.

Click.

Roland broke his neck.

"You special bitch, you really hate me and are afraid that I won't die! How dare you spend 5000 million!"

Waving his hands, Roland motioned for them to carry the man away. After taking two steps, he called out to the pale-faced bosses.

"Wait a minute. What are you doing with your things... are you kneeling down? I don't have so much lucky money!"

This is for you. "

Throwing the rag bag hanging on the back seat of the bicycle in front of those people, Roland said loudly: "Your hearts are in it, and I don't know whose it is, so identify it yourself and try a few more times.

Let’s go! You are so reluctant to part with me, why are you still waiting for me to send you off?

Oh, they are all good players on the track and field. It is a pity that they live in society. "

Seeing those people running away in panic, Roland turned around and looked at Brother Jinglei who was tied to a chair and sitting at the door.

After pushing the bicycle over, Roland stood in front of him, leaning on the bicycle.

"Hello, Saul. I'm the person who just called you."

"Who are you!"

"You seem to have bad ears. I was talking to you on the phone... Oh, you asked me my name! My name is Roland, Romain Roland."

Thor was still struggling with the chair, trying to break free from his restraints, but after losing his divine power, he was just a stronger human being in the final analysis.

Those few ropes and rolls of tape were enough for him to sit safely on the chair.

"If you weren't so...angry right now. I think we would have something to talk about.

How about we chat calmly first, and then I help you untie these things? "

Thor is not a fool, as has been mentioned before.

Therefore, of course he can analyze some information through his own experiences and what he just saw.

This guy is dangerous.

He doesn't seem to take human life seriously.

This guy is a villain.

"Okay."

Thor put on a smile and agreed to Roland's suggestion.

"Wise choice."

Taking out a small knife, Roland was stunned for a moment. Why was this thing not wiped clean? It was full of blood.

But it doesn't matter, Thor doesn't care about this.

After neatly cutting off the ropes and tapes wrapped around Thor's body, Roland put away the knife and said, "I have some things I want to discuss with you..."

"Ugh—!"

He tensed his body and "bounced" off the chair. Thor used all his strength to slam into Roland's arms with his shoulder, knocking his whole body off the ground and causing him to fly out and smash into pieces. The window fell out, and a pile of broken glass fell inside the house.

"Maybe you should talk to your doctor first."

"But, I am a doctor."

After Thor said something to himself, Roland's unhurried answer came from the room.

"The madman of Midgard."

Pulling off the remaining tape on his shoulder, Thor was about to leave when he heard the voice of the guy named Roland in the room again.

"That's a conspiracy."

A mindless lunatic.

"This is a throne succession gift specially given to you by your brother Loki."

Abruptly, Sol received the keyword in his ears and stopped stiffly.

"How can this be……"

Turning back, he walked quickly to the door and opened it. Thor looked towards the window and saw the guy named Roland, lying on the ground with his head on one hand, free to pull out the glass stuck in his face.

"It really hurts this time."

The guy named Roland said: "You have to make it up to me.

otherwise……"

The wound on his face where the glass had just been pulled out slowly healed, leaving only an ugly blood stain.

"...I will not continue to give you any news."