Marvel's Speedster

"Baby, you got me,"

"Everyone knows what we have;"

"And I, have you,"

"We have that wonderful thing, baby you know what it is....."

With a long and thick cigar in his mouth, he heard a cello-like mellow male voice in his ears. While holding the steering wheel, the black truck driver swayed his obese body hard to the relaxing country folk songs. Just as he was about to speed up to pass At the crossroad ahead, the driver suddenly froze for a moment, and the cigar with faint green smoke fell from his lips. Then he was shocked and desperately stepped on the brakes.

In front of the truck driving at high speed, a shrinking blue light slowly expanded, like opening a black hole leading to the Otherworld, and ten faint black figures walked out of it.

After Ross came to this strange world, the first thing he saw was a heavy truck that hit him head-on.

With the sound of howling wind, the speeding truck narrowly passed Ross's body, and the screeching brake sound came to an abrupt end with a bang. Driven by the inertia, the truck staggered for more than a hundred yards, and finally lost its balance and fell down. on the ground. The heavy body slid in the middle of the road for a while, and then rushed into a certain restaurant behind Ross, suddenly smashing huge|big cracks on the outer wall of the restaurant.

Under the violent vibration, the decorative sculpture outside the restaurant door flew into the air, the door and window glass on the side of the wall shattered, and countless sharp fragments fell like raindrops. A doorman was about to open the front door for the guests, but suddenly found that the kind customer who had just handed out the tip disappeared. On the flower bed by the roadside, the plants covered with thorns were covered with blood.

The walls collapsed, masonry splashed, and amidst the crazy screams of pedestrians and diners, the industrial materials carried on the overturned trucks were also dumped, and a large amount of smoke composed of dust and powder quickly filled the intersection.

"What is this place?" Ross silently observed the surrounding scenery, which was different from what he had guessed.

Through the call of the Tesseract, Ross faintly felt that he would come into contact with a new field, but he did not expect to see such an ordinary place after crossing the space.

In the few seconds he was thinking, the cars following the truck at high speed had no time to turn, and rushed into the dense smoke one after another. Some of them passed safely by luck, but some were not lucky. One of the cars accidentally hit the back of a burning truck, and a large spider web of cracks appeared on the windshield immediately. The driver did not wear a seat belt, and his cheek hit the glass heavily, and his upper body almost flew out of the seat. Fortunately, the airbag that popped up automatically stopped me halfway.

Turning around in place for several weeks, the car turned its head up and overturned in the middle of the street, followed by another car repeating its fate, and then another dozen or more cars collided in a row, and the entire intersection was immediately blocked. Strictly.

Dust mixed with smoke was rising, and the burning flames forced passers-by not to approach. Looking at the oil stains flowing under his feet, Ross yanked off the car door and threw the injured out of danger while shouting for help hoarsely. , Then they will naturally have medical staff for emergency treatment.

"Mom..." A little girl has just been sent outside. She is mentally immature and doesn't know that her mother is thrown on the other side of the smog. She is extremely anxious because she cannot see her familiar family members, regardless of the threat of high temperature. I'm about to rush in to find my mother.

Just when she was halfway running on two short legs, Ross appeared in time. He picked up the girl and handed it to an enthusiastic person who just rushed in front of her.

"Sir, come here quickly, the car is about to explode."

The enthusiastic person hugged the girl and shouted, but Ross glanced at her lightly, not only did not leave with her, but retreated step by step into the tumbling smoke.

Under her surprised gaze, Ross's figure gradually disappeared, and then accompanied by several dazzling flashes, waves of steaming and surging flames forced her to quickly run towards the crowd in the distance with the girl in her arms.

When he appeared again, Ross had come to a remote alley in another corner of the city.

Taking off his burnt coat and throwing it into the trash can, Ross began to sort out the information he had collected.

"Temperate marine climate, daytime temperature of 50 degrees Fahrenheit, moderate level of commercial development, relative lack of industrial and financial industries, complete scientific research institutions, active academic exchanges, no language barriers, accent close to Vancouver, but not Vancouver, but A city called Midtown..."

Ross secretly recalled the sights he saw along the way. Although it was just a quick glance while passing by at high speed, he had already captured the street scenes of more than half of the city. At the moment, countless clear pictures were decomposed and reconstructed in his mind, and he sketched them bit by bit. Show the basic appearance of this strange land.

"I probably know what this place is. What a rare opportunity." He was thinking, and just as he was about to walk out of the alley, several tattooed young men surrounded him with sticks.

"Dude, haven't you seen my gun? Give me your wallet now, and I'll let you go." A fat mixed-race man with copper rings on his lips, nose and belly grabbed the pistol and pointed at him. Ross screamed, and in response to the leader's threat, Fatty's accomplices waved their knives and bats and laughed grinningly.

Ross didn't focus on them, just glanced at them casually, and still hasn't decided how to deal with them.

Generally speaking, a gangster of this level would be satisfied as long as he can get dozens to hundreds of dollars, but Ross only brought the Infinity Gauntlet today, but he didn't bring a wallet. This seems to mean that he must use violence to teach the other party to understand It is important to be a good person.

"If you think too much about things outside your body, we can only cut off a kidney for you to make up for it." The fat man pointed a gun at Ross's head and started threatening, unaware that he had taken another big step towards hell.

Fortunately, a person who was shuttling back and forth in the city saved them. Ross does not intend to contact the opponent directly. This is someone else's world. There is an efficient and complete team behind the opponent. If it is not necessary, he does not like to be in the opponent's scheduled Hastily thrown into combat on the battlefield.

"Have you ever killed someone?" Ross asked casually, looking away, as if he didn't see the other party's threat.

"What?" Fatty's eyes were a little hesitant, but the subordinates beside him had already happily described him as the number one villain in Midtown, usually bloodthirsty and murderous.

"It seems that you must have never killed, maybe I should tell you some common sense." Ignoring the minion's yelling, Ross calmly made a judgment.

"Experienced people know that the human skull is a closed cavity. When a gun is used to shoot close to the skull, as the bullet passes through the cavity quickly, a large amount of gas formed by the gunpowder fired by the bullet will also flow from the bullet hole. The gunpowder gas rushes into the cranial cavity, but the speed of the bullet is very fast, and the protruding speed of the gunpowder gas is far slower than that of the bullet. When the bullet is shot out of the cranial cavity, the trajectory of the bullet has been destroyed by the damaged brain tissue and The blood is closed to form a blind passage, and then a large amount of gunpowder gas that pours into the cranial cavity will form a high pressure in the skull, resulting in a cranial explosion—do you know what a cranial explosion means?"

Ross looked down at the fat man with the gun.

"Wh...what do you mean?" When Ross described in a cold and calm tone, the aura of the fat man and his subordinates was completely suppressed by him, and they couldn't help but huddled together, asking in trembling voices.

"It means that your eyes haven't had time to open, your mouth|mouth hasn't been closed yet, there's a bang, flesh and brains have been flying all over your face, the brains look transparent and slightly yellowish, taste slightly salty, like The smell of egg whites, while the flesh and blood will be mixed with bone fragments, just like being covered with hot beef sauce...... Do you like to see that kind of sight?" Ross asked indifferently.

No one spoke, and what answered him was the sound of vomiting one after another. The gangsters were frightened by his cruel description, thinking that they were unlucky and met some kind of perverted killer. They were all frightened out of their wits, and the fat man even vomited bile , it seems that he is not as good as the minions described.

...ask for flowers...

"Now, give me the wallet, and I can allow you to disappear from my presence completely.

In the depths of a remote alley, Ross' voice resounded faintly, startling a group of sparrows that had just landed.

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A minute later, Ross returned to the street, walked a few laps along the city center, and then entered | a well-known local cafe in Midtown.

"What would you like, sir?" Just as he sat down by the window, the waiter leaned over attentively.

"Two fried eggs, one oatmeal, one mashed potato, and finally a cup of latte." Ross silently weighed the bills in his wallet, and ordered a few things at random.

The sun shines through the glass and shines in from the outside, shining brightly around the dining table. Ross squints his eyes, and pulls the curtains a little, so that half of his body is hidden in the shadows.

There were not many customers at this time, and it took a long time for one to come in. Ross didn't care about the people in the cafe, but just quietly observed the outside.

After a while, the waiters brought the food one after another, and Ross lowered his head and finished the food slowly.

It wasn't until he was about to check out that he pointed out the window intentionally or unintentionally.

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"what is that?"

The waiter followed the prestige, and saw a red lightning that was too fast to be seen by the naked eye winding back and forth outside, but the pedestrians on the road turned a blind eye to it.

"Sir, isn't he a local?" The waiter couldn't help laughing.

"I come from far away." Ross answered naturally.

"That's no wonder." The waiter nodded and enthusiastically introduced the guests.

"Here's Midtown's hero, the fastest man in the world, and we call him The Flash.

"The Flash?" Ross showed a proper expression of surprise, but his heart burst into ecstasy.

"That's right, that's him. The waiter nodded vigorously, and he was very proud to have a famous and selected character in the local area.

In his description, The Flash knows everyone in the city, and he has helped almost all the citizens, from catching thieves and beating robbers, to helping the elderly and children find pets, cats and dogs, or saving people who were almost hit by a car The deliveryman and so on, The Flash runs around the city every day is these trifles, and definitely occasionally faces some rampant superpowers

"It's all the fault of the cutting-edge laboratory. Fortunately, we have The Flash." Inadvertently, the waiter mentioned a familiar name, but this cutting-edge laboratory is not Ross's cutting-edge laboratory.

The situation was generally clarified, and Ross was not interested in asking any more questions, so he was about to leave.

Just when he took out the fat man's wallet and was about to pay the bill, something embarrassing happened.

There were a few banknotes in the wallet, all of which were small change. Ross roughly calculated the amount, but he didn't expect that they were all counterfeit banknotes.

"Is that guy a Counterfeit Coin Collector?"

Because the currencies of the two worlds are slightly different, Ross didn't notice it before, and he didn't feel it until now. When he suddenly encountered this situation, even if he was self-cultivated, he couldn't help but curse in his heart.

Just when he was thinking of a way

A pleasant female voice sounded from the opposite side.

"Waiter, I've ordered this gentleman's coffee."

Looking at each other in surprise, Ross recalled that she was the enthusiastic person who rescued the girl at the intersection.

This is a slender young woman, with long flaxen-colored hair draped over her shoulders like a waterfall, and a smile on her fair and plump cheeks.

At the moment, she was walking towards herself with graceful steps.

"Patty Spiwater." The enthusiastic man sat opposite Ross and offered his right hand.

"Ross‧Byrne. Ross nodded slightly.

He remembered that this was The Flash's future police girlfriend. .