Marvel's Speedster

Fort Tilden, located on the Locke Peninsula in Queens, New York, used to be a huge military base. It covers an area of ​​14 hectares, among beaches, dunes and forests. It was built during the colonial period of the British Empire and is the oldest military stronghold in the United States. One of them, and was used as an important logistics depot on the East Coast during the World War II.

Although the base once had a glorious history, due to financial reasons, the bureaucrats of the Ministry of War finally abolished most of its functions, leaving it in a semi-abandoned state. Without regular maintenance by the staff, the desolate beach is eroding the land day after day driven by sea wind and waves, but some barracks, warehouses and repair workshops on the edge of the base have been preserved and rented to A private defense contractor with a special relationship at the Pentagon for some of the Army's internal hazardous waste handling and storage.

Because there are very few people and vehicles coming in and out here, the base is usually very quiet, but today it was awakened by an angry roar.

"Idiots, I really can't believe that you have such low-level loopholes. If you are military personnel, I will send you all to military courts right now!" A major stood in the middle of the crowd, his face livid and furious.

Behind him is a Warehouse that was forcibly opened by someone. Looking at the traces left outside the safe door, one can see the rawness of the other party's techniques and the crudeness of the tools, but it happens to be such an unprofessional thief. |Passing past the security post as if entering no one's land, he opened the iron gate majestically and stole the military sealed boxes stacked inside.

"Sorry, Major Warren, I will punish the bastards below. The mistakes they made are really shameful and inferior. I must lay off a few people to let them know how serious the consequences are!" Apologizing in a hurry, trying to put on a smiley expression on his face, at the same time his chubby palms desperately held the handkerchief and sweated on his head.

Seeing that the reserved manager of 293 in the past knows that he is in the wrong today, his posture is extremely low, and a dozen middle-level management cadres behind him are also flattering, so the major feels a little more comfortable.

"However, Mr. Colonel, what is it that was lost this time? If it is a highly toxic item, we must recover it as soon as possible. Should we notify S.H.I.E.L.D..." The voice of the crowd did not stop, and an expert-looking The man timidly raised his hand and asked, he knew that this base stored all kinds of expired materials that were difficult for the military to deal with, many of which were high-risk items, and workers should wear appropriate gloves and safety goggles when carrying them. Letting them circulate outside may cause unexpected harm.

Hearing the doubts from our own experts, the faces of the manager and the others who were trying to make a major incident into a small one immediately darkened. Although few people in the outside world know exactly what S.H.I.E.L.D does, they have been dealing with powerful organizations for a long time, so they naturally know the people there. No matter how difficult it is, they don't want to cause trouble for themselves because of such a small matter.

The major also didn't want to attract other organizations to intervene in the work of his department. He didn't answer immediately, but first ordered his subordinates to find the work records, read a few pages, and then found the contents of the stolen items according to the storage time. Numbering.

"Dangerous biochemicals from X Weapon Research Institute...Mutant143 Brain Secretion Extract, X-23 Experimental Body Gene Contamination Materials...May cause drowsiness, mood and memory changes, strong hallucinogenic effects, With peripheral neuropathy glove-like sweating and muscle weakness...."

After careful comparison, the major's face relaxed. He knew what it was, and it didn't seem to be very harmful. Ding was mostly used as a hallucinogenic drug, so he decided not to pursue the matter anymore.

"My schedule is very tight, so I didn't see anything today, but you must learn your lesson and destroy the contents as soon as possible, otherwise Colonel Stryker will never spare you!" Major Warren turned around, facing the manager and waiting The man reprimanded him severely, then boarded a car and took him away from the base.

At the same time as the major's convoy drove out of the base, in a remote auto repair shop in Queens, a group of dark-skinned South American gangsters were fighting around a teenager.

This young man was only about fifteen or sixteen years old, and his appearance was quite handsome. His black hair beaten by sweat was softly pasted on his round forehead, and his slightly childish face was clearly defined, but there was an undetectable trace of hostility hidden between his brows. , which made him look a bit ferocious for his age.

In the siege just now, he pulled himself up and knocked down the leader of the gangster, rode on the man and punched him hard, but then he was beaten to the ground, kicked dozens of times in the scuffle, and the corners of his mouth were shattered. It was broken by someone, and the blood was flowing out from the wound, dripping down the chin on the cold and hard concrete floor.

Different from these real hooligans in front of him, he is a tenth grader of the nearby Queens High School. Although he is usually a bully on campus, blackmailing his classmates is commonplace. I am quite afraid of him, but there is still an essential difference from these gangsters.

The two parties have never been in contact before, and gangsters prefer to hang out in the bustling entertainment venues in the urban area. There are many customers who are willing to buy drugs at high prices. Chief of Police, the new officer has to conform to the public opinion and use some gangs with no background and rampant behavior to gain prestige, so the living space is squeezed|squeezed, and these gangsters have to move to more remote areas. It also jumped into their line of sight.

In order to prevent these foreign intruders from poisoning their classmates with narcotic drugs and taking the last money out of the pockets of those poor guys, the rebellious tenth graders had a conflict with the other party and fought fiercely in secret for two weeks Finally, today was finally pushed into a desperate situation by the cooperation of many enemies.

After forcibly pushing the tenth grader down, the leader of the gangster broke free from the support of his subordinates, took off his torn vest and wiped the blood on his face indiscriminately, looked down at him and laughed sinisterly.

"Great job, Ross‧ Byrne! You are really good! But do you think you can compete with us on your own? Don't dream! Ben (beeg) came and I plan to give you some benefits, let you follow I do things, but now I have changed my mind, I want to let you high school students know how good I am."

The leader of the gangster smiled slyly, and accidentally touched the bruised and swollen cheek that was beaten by Ross just now, causing him to scream in pain.

Under the urging of the leader, two South Americans with big arms and round waists carried a box with a special mark, took out a pack of colorful powder from it, dissolved it in water a little, and sucked it into a thick needle.

"Why is it so small? It's okay to be not enthusiastic about Master Byrne. Anyway, this thing is not very easy to sell. Let him use it all!" The leader shouted angrily, directing the frantic gangsters to put the whole packet of powder into the water cup .

Staring at the potion in the transparent cup, under the action of the chemical reaction, the originally clear water quickly became turbid, and countless bubbles rushed out of the water, just like boiling hot magma in a crater.

The pupils of Ross, a tenth grader, shrank sharply. He struggled desperately, but everyone rushed up and held him firmly in place. He could only watch the needle tip that shone with cold light getting closer and closer to his arm.

"This is a high-quality product stolen from the seaside base. The last user took too much. Before he died, his seven orifices bleed and his eyes burst out. That guy only used a few milligrams. I used it hundreds of times for you, let alone I won't take care of you." The boss grinned grinningly, and injected the medicinal solution into Ross's vein bit by bit with his own hands.

After a short stabbing pain, the tenth grader lost consciousness and lowered his head as if in shock.

The leader was stunned, thinking that he had used too much and hadn't left time to appreciate the pain before death.

The next moment, the tenth grader's body suddenly moved, convulsing like a zombie.

The heartbeat accelerated rapidly, reaching the ding peak that humans can bear in an instant, and the powerful beatings became more and more intense, and the ding could almost pass through the xion's jaw at any time.

At the same time, an extremely strange consciousness erupted from the deepest part of the tenth grader's mind, and memories belonging to another Ross Byrne flooded in.

At this moment, Ross raised his head abruptly, his brown pupils expanded at an astonishing speed, and soon both eyes were occupied by thick darkness.

The whole body seemed to be scorched by a heat wave, the capillaries on the surface of the skin continued to burst, and the whole portrait was shrouded in a strange bloody light.

At the same time, the muscles in Ross' arms exploded with countless tendons, and the strength of his struggle was so extraordinary that even the five or six strong men who jumped on him couldn't suppress it.

The gangster in the lead was stunned, and then he wondered if there was something wrong with the stolen powder, maybe he gave Speedboy some stimulant and half hallucinogenic drug secretly developed by the military

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"Shit!" The leader yelled, and picked up a crowbar and stabbed Ross in the head.

This crowbar has been carefully polished, one end is flat and easy to reach into the cracks to pry open the door, the other end is extremely sharp, it can be used to deal with homeowners or security guards who dare to step out, it is really easy to use, is this It is a must-have artifact for South American gangsters to travel at home.

If the tip pierces the chest, it can instantly penetrate a hole in the vitals of the human body, and no matter how strong the body is at that time, it will not be able to maintain it.

The crowbar stabbed into Ross's body with a strong wind, and as its owner wanted, it quickly approached the target.

At the moment when the leader stabbed with all his strength, suddenly a pair of eyes caught his sight.

The leader couldn't tell what kind of eyes those were. He only remembered a blur in front of his eyes, and then his fingers ached.

Then there was a terrified scream from the repair shop, and after a series of violent collisions, the leader who regained his sanity left the crowd and rushed out, fleeing with his face covered in blood.

Before he could take two steps, a vague arm suddenly came from behind, penetrating the man's body soundlessly.

The expression of panic still hung on his face, the leader looked at the outside world in a daze, and his eyes gradually lost all the spirit.

The arm was slowly retracted, the corpse lost its support, and slowly fell to its knees on the ground, and then Ross, covered in blood, was exposed from behind.

Looking at the high-speed vibrating right hand, he pondered for a moment, and then felt an indescribable tiredness from his body, and fell into darkness. .