Marvel's Speedster

In the early hours of the morning, the ward finally quieted down. delete

After finishing everything, Margaret returned to Ross again, bowed her head and gave him a sweet wen.

"Little Pudding, go to sleep, I think you don't have the energy to make trouble this time." She twisted Ross's cheek teasingly, her playful tone was exactly the same as her daughter Harley's.

"What should I call you?" Ross' fingers quickly slid across the other's palm, making her tickle and chuckle.

"Margaret." The female nurse looked back and smiled holding the document, and she had already walked to the door of the ward.

"Good night, Margaret." Ross blinked, then closed his eyes.

This time he never woke up halfway, and slept until dawn.

During the observation period of the next few days, Ross continued to explore his own abilities. He gradually discovered that he had a power that could cause people to have hallucinations. No matter what the reason is for the brain waves generated by meta-activity, in short, he has this ability. In a limited space, he can affect the consciousness of others to varying degrees according to each person's situation.

Whether this change is good or bad, Ross is still unable to determine for the time being, but there is no doubt that this is a very practical Ability.

Definitely it is also subject to many subjective and objective limitations.

Compared with this kind of ability, the other kind is much more obscure. Ross will never forget how he escaped from the hands of South American gangsters. The destructive power of that kind of high-speed vibration is unparalleled, although the price is that he The blood sugar plummeted, and I couldn't wake up for a week, but if I can really grasp the clues, it may be more powerful than Mind Control.

Ross had a vague feeling that he seemed to have had that kind of power 353 before, but he returned to the original point for some reason, but he firmly believed that one day he would become its master again, walking freely and freely like in a dream .

After mo got the clue of Ability, Ross began to practice continuously. At first, his control ability was quite poor, and the doctors and patients nearby suffered from it. It's an army of pill bottles that blatantly declares allotment of land in the treatment room king.

This weird remark once aroused the doubts of the hospital, but after the investigation, it was considered to be some kind of collective hallucination, so it was nothing and no one paid attention to it.

And at the moment Ross has already grasped the power more deeply, so few people are affected by his influence.

The only exception is Harley, the daughter of Margaret, the female nurse who once had a romantic relationship with Ross. This neurotic and naughty girl seems to have a particularly sensitive cerebral cortex.

So that it is easy to receive the phantom fluctuations sent by Ross like an antenna.

It's still the same this afternoon.

Harley was burying himself in his homework alone in the garden outside the ward building. Suddenly, a bright rose rose out of the stone tabletop without a sound. It grew bigger and bigger at a speed visible to the naked eye, and finally It turned into a swaying fiery red flower, and the fragrant fragrance came to the nostrils.

"Ha, God sent this to me?" Harley exclaimed joyfully, clapping his hands at the tabletop, which was empty in the eyes of others.

In her field of vision, plant seedlings kept popping up from the extremely hard tabletop, tender green shoots gradually covered the surroundings, and some milky white and pink buds were slowly blooming among the emerald green leaves.

Dense bushes soon covered the entire garden, except for the square inch where she stood, everywhere was full of blooming roses.

The clear spring water flew down from the sky, splashing countless snow-white fine waves, taking advantage of the sunshine, a looming rainbow reflected the whole garden gorgeously and colorfully.

Harley opened her arms to welcome the imaginatively beautiful scenery, beside her head in the corridor of the upstairs ward, her eyes took in all of her silly behavior.

"What an interesting guy." Looking at the movement below through the glass window, Ross couldn't help laughing. This was another little experiment of his.

"A female joker!" On the other side of him, a middle-aged man with no expression made a rather dismissive conclusion.

At the moment Ross can walk on his own, and this stranger also comes to visit from time to time.

But he is not Ross's relatives or friends, but from the other party who is not welcome, and came here on behalf of the organization behind the group of South American gangsters.

"Can you tell me now, what happened that day?" The middle-aged man pushed the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, and his eyes flashed coldly behind the lenses. "Don't deal with me the same way you deal with the police. I have found the remaining members before I came here. I know this matter must be related to you. I must get an answer!"

"What answer do you want, I have final exam papers for three classes, which can help you get a chance to greatly improve your grades." Ross looked back at the other party jokingly, completely ignoring the undisguised threat in the man's tone.

"Don't be handsome in front of me, kid!" The man twitched his cheeks a few times, intending to give Ross some color, but seeing someone passing by in the corridor, he could only restrain himself.

"I know that group of idiots on the outskirts were going to deal with you. You were lucky to escape a life. If you want to continue to own it now, you should obediently explain everything clearly. Who moved our people. We It’s not an organization with no background, have you heard of Mr. Frank D’Amico, the big shot in Brooklyn, the guest of the high level police superintendent, offending him will kill your whole family! You better think about the consequences!” the man Pointing at the tip of Ross's nose and growling in a low voice, the faint smell of gunpowder smoke faintly stimulated Ross's keen sense of smell.

"This is really bad." Ross looked out the window at the girl laughing up to the sky, and said to himself.

"It's good to know how powerful it is." The middle-aged man stared at his side arrogantly, and looked at the young man with a look of Deadman.

"My boss recently built a new microwave room. Some idiot tried to trick us, but he was locked in. (becg) Guess what happened when the power was turned on?" The man took two steps closer and continued to threaten. "Boom! The whole person exploded and spilled everywhere."

"So, you have seen it with your own eyes?" Ross asked leisurely without looking back.

"I personally participated in the whole process." The middle-aged man gave a cold answer.

"Then, it's your turn next." Ross finally turned his head and looked at the other party indifferently.

The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, and suddenly anger surged up, and he took a step forward and wanted to reach out and grab Ross' neckline.

Just as he stretched out his hand, the tip of a thin needle quietly pierced into the cortex, as if bitten by a mosquito, the liquid medicine was quickly injected into the muscle through the transparent tube wall.

"What is this?" The middle-aged man was slightly taken aback, and quickly withdrew his hands to inspect.

He wasn't worried about Ross running away, but he was worried about being hurt needlessly.

The more willing to trample on the lives and dignity of others, the more often there is a strong desire to survive hidden under the seemingly strong surface.

Not long after the middle-aged man retracted his hands, his arms quickly felt numb. The nerves seemed to be burned by unknown venom, and the numbness spread along his hands all the way up.

"What did you do to me?" The middle-aged man was startled and frightened. He felt that even the base of his tongue was swollen|swollen, and he couldn't make a sound when he wanted to call for help, only a very hoarse and vague hiss.

"Sufentanil, a strong surgical anesthetic—I forgot to tell you, I have a very good nurse friend." Ross threw the needle into the glove box behind him, walked to the gang representative, Gently press the other person's forehead with one hand.

Under the double oppression of medicine and psychology, the middle-aged man knelt down involuntarily, and his knees fell heavily on the ground with a muffled sound. This kneeling hit the ground and shook his knees, but he felt no pain as if he no longer belonged to him.

"Now, you've stepped into the microwave room..."

Ross looked deeply into the other's eyes.

The middle-aged man looked at him in fear, his field of vision was quickly swallowed up by the darkness, leaving only two huge shining pupils looking down mercilessly from high above.

His eyes opened wider and wider, and at some point he replaced the guy who was killed in the memory, and was locked into the terrible microwave room by his companions instead.

In his blank mind, an extremely clear picture flashed.

On the screen, there are cruel bosses and many onlookers. They sneered and stood in the shadows outside the microwave room, ruthlessly turning on the power.

Intense panic emerged from the bottom of his heart, and the middle-aged man trembled all over, shaking non-stop as if suffering from a sadistic disease, and his mind was scattered and unable to gather.

Then the lights in the room turned on, microwaves began to be released from all directions, the temperature rose rapidly, and the air became thinner and thinner. Although the desperate cries could not be heard, the billowing smoke and scorching heat waves penetrated every inch of the body, almost In an instant, the place where he was was turned into a deadly oven.

The consciousness of the middle-aged man became more and more blurred, all his senses were melted by the high temperature, his desperate cries turned into an airflow clogged in his throat, a series of translucent blisters bulged on the surface of his originally healthy skin, and then he no longer Unable to close his mouth, a strange greasy glow appeared on his whole body, his complexion changed from fair to a golden yellow like roast meat, and the grease emerging from his skin flowed along his body to the edge of the microwave room.

Through this radiation hell, the middle-aged man saw countless devil-like ferocious faces, including his past self...

Standing at the end of the corridor, the pupils of the middle-aged man continued to dilate, and a lot of sweat leaked from his body. The sweat drenched his shirt and coat, and the corners of his mouth also dripped uncontrollably silver-like saliva.

In front of him, Ross's eyes were as deep as the boundless sea, and there was silence in the light maroon pupils, but there was a dark red sea of ​​fire faintly dancing in the silence.

"Someone has a stroke, and they should find a doctor for him." Ross whispered to himself, he patted the middle-aged man casually, leaned into his ear to give a few words, and then the other person moved towards the reception desk little by little like a zombie. direction.

"Frank D'Amico." Taking advantage of the chaos outside, Ross turned and walked back to his ward, remembering the name at the same time.

"I'll be calling on you, Mr D'Amico, soon.

He secretly thought, soon there was a sound of hurried footsteps and wheels passing by outside, and when everything became quiet, the door rang, and someone came in quietly.

A pair of slender arms hugged him tightly from behind, and Margaret, whose face was flushed, returned to Ross's side again. .