Marvel's Speedster

Under the gradually dark night, shadows hover like ghosts in the auto repair shop on the edge of the town.

"All the corpses were loaded into the car and transported to Frank's slaughterhouse in the countryside for processing. I cleaned up all the blood, and collected the bullet casings as much as possible, so as not to leave obvious traces.

Old Qiao stood in front of the factory building, urging the surviving subordinates.

Under the hazy moonlight, the gunmen worked hard to clean the battlefield. Although several hours had passed, their hearts still echoed with the fierce gunshots that happened at noon

Under the frenzied attack of that devilish shadow, one by one companions died meaninglessly, like feathers thrown into the water, without even stirring up a little bit of spray.

This storm-like blow completely destroyed the courage of the gunmen. Even if Old Qiao seemed to have taken refuge in the other party and sent him out respectfully, they did not dare to look up.

Or say no.

"Sir, Boss Frank..." The assistant was the only exception. He looked outside, and approached Old Joe with complicated eyes to ask.

"Don't talk about Frank anymore! Frank is outdated. He has offended too many people. Keeping him on stage will only drag us all to hell!" Old Joe cursed bitterly, pushing all the setbacks he encountered to former partners. Unknowingly, he is full of jealousy towards his friends, huge amounts of anger are like a monstrous flood, almost washing away his sanity, and now he urgently needs to make the person who caused all these consequences pay the price.

The assistant looked at his boss in astonishment. He guessed that the other party would be dissatisfied, but he didn't expect such a strong emotion. After hesitation for a while, his fear of Frank gradually overwhelmed his scruples about Old Joe. He gritted his teeth and pondered for a while, Sneaking away from the crowd, he came to the edge of the factory area in the dark, took out his mobile phone from his arms, and wanted to report this amazing change to Frank in private.

The screen of the mobile phone lit up, and the assistant 853, Yueguang, pressed the number keys frequently, without noticing the black shadow on his back at all.

Before he dialed the phone, the black shadow suddenly moved. His arm was as fast as lightning, and one hand was quietly placed on the assistant's neck. Then he exerted a little force, only to hear a soft "click", and he seemed to snap. Like a twig, it gently broke the assistant's neck.

The mobile phone fell out of his hand and fell into the cluttered grass. The body fell to the ground without a sound. At the moment, Old Qiao came out of the factory in a panic when he found out that something was wrong. He ran all the way to the side of the shadow, bowed his head to Heiying reported a few words, then carried the assistant's body back to the door of the repair shop, and left on the road with the convoy that had cleaned the battlefield.

The dark clouds in the sky dissipated, and the moonlight was like water, quietly falling on the ground. The cheeks of the shadow were illuminated by the moonlight, revealing Ross's young face.

Ross watched the convoy driving far away to the end of the road, then looked back at the depths of the woods, then slowly backed out of the factory building, and then disappeared into the night.

Don't forget, he has an appointment tonight that he cannot refuse.

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"The Tianchao cuisine in this restaurant is the most famous in the United States, Ross, why don't you eat more, I remember you used to like Chinese food the most?" Rachel suggested as she sat elegantly in the restaurant. While talking to the children, she struggled to hold the chopsticks, chasing a few slippery crystal shrimps in the clean plate. Although it is not the first time for her to eat Chinese food, this task is obviously beyond her control. After several efforts to no avail, Ross' adoptive mother finally put down the two slender wooden sticks and took the usual spoon Picked it up again.

This is the Sanwang Restaurant in midtown Manhattan. Its facade is not very eye-catching, but it is very close to Central Park and Times Square, and it is also close to many famous museums on Fifth Avenue and 53rd Street. It is a place for tourists to rest and treat themselves at the same time. A popular choice, many Europeans and Americans like the atmosphere and taste here, but Ross is an exception, because he knows very well that this so-called "Chinese cuisine" is completely different from the Chinese cuisine in his impression. It was really hard for him to swallow.

Looking at the bright oil-soaked dishes on the plate, and the blended lemon curd with orange pigment, the seemingly unappetizing pile of things kept exuding a nerve-numbing sour-sweet smell, Ross took a few mouthfuls bravely, I finally made up my mind not to wrong myself, so as not to cause serious damage to my few private hobbies.

"Is it not to your taste? Is there any problem?" Trish next to him asked.

Ross shook his head.

The ingredients are very fresh, the sauce is very pure, and the cooking technique is quite skillful. Everything is normal, but his taste is different from others.

This reason sounds extremely normal. No chef can please all the diners. Even if it is the same restaurant, the same dish, and the same chef, sometimes it is inevitable that there will be different tastes.

If it were changed to before, this situation would not be a problem at all, even if there was a piece of bloody hairy steak lying on the plate, Ross would still be able to tear it up and chew it, which is really nothing to him-- But after this reincarnation, he faintly felt that his responsibilities had come to an end. Since the reasons for perseverance no longer existed, he could live a more self-centered life to compensate for his previous regrets.

Rachel and Trish didn't care about Ross's choice, only Jessica, who has always been cynical, said she couldn't get used to it.

"It's enough to have something to eat, so why so many complaints? You're such a rich man." Jessica sneered at Ross, and without any accident, she was reprimanded by her eccentric adoptive mother Rachel.

As usual, Trish hurriedly got up and changed the subject at such a time.

"It's rare for us to come out together, let Ross play us a piece, I haven't heard him play the piano for a long time, and now I have the opportunity.

In the center of the restaurant, the band had just finished its performance, and a young pianist who was well-known locally was standing up and bowing to the crowd. Appreciative applause from the diners echoed softly in the hall.

"This is a good idea." Rachel's attention was diverted as expected, she no longer bothered with her stubborn adoptive daughter, she smiled and clapped her hands to encourage her adopted son.

Jessica glanced at Ross indifferently, her attitude was very cold, but Trish kicked her hard under the table, and she had to make a smirk and forcefully applaud to see him off.

Ross ignored her awkward mood. Although he is not a well-known pianist, both the irritable Ross in the past and the current him have received complete and brilliant guidance. Encouraged by the smiles of Rachel and Tracy, and with Jessica's disapproving expression, he calmly left his seat and walked towards the band.

"If you don't play well, don't expect me to give you applause." The girl threatened Jessica in a low voice as she passed by.

"One day, I'll let you kneel on the ground and clap your hands." The two passed by, Ross said to himself.

This kind of statement is a bit ambiguous, Ross imagined it in his mind for a while, and then dismissed that idea.

Walked to the center of the hall, chatted with the band members, then the pianist gave up his seat with a smile, and Ross sat in front of the piano, gently stroking the black and white keys with one hand.

The applause gradually subsided, and the atmosphere in the restaurant became quiet again. Although some people noticed the change of the pianist, they still focused on the companions next to them during the conversation, until the music quietly started.

With the sound of short and lively notes, the breath of the blue ocean rushes towards the face, rippling in the restaurant, the smooth and cheerful rhythm and the short and gorgeous eighth note vibrato together constitute a melodious melody, as if the vast and warm world is swiftly passing by in front of you. Accompanied by flocks of seagulls, the Aegean Sea flies to the blue and white Mediterranean-style buildings.

Sitting among the amazed crowd, the eyes of Rachel's mother and daughter suddenly lit up. They sensitively discovered that Ross's technique was quite different from before, gorgeous but not kitsch, romantic but not frivolous , lyrical but not lingering, each note is permeated with unrestrained and free and easy sentiment, reminiscent of colorful grapes, bright roses, wild tulips, under the bright sunshine of the Mediterranean , The laughter and tears of countless people wandering in time and space.

As the music continued to deepen, Ross's slender fingers moved rhythmically on the keys, and the melodious and comfortable notes seemed to be given life by him, jumping out one by one, turning into a wonderful piece of music and a perfect atmosphere. together. Under the guidance of the music, people seem to be standing on the lonely cliff, looking at the vast land and the boundless ocean, looking at the ever-turbulent green, it seems that the holy and clear light is shining on the world, and all worries are far away from the world. Go, until the sound of the piano stops abruptly, and everything returns to reality.

Pressing the keys for the last time, Ross stood up. When he raised his head, there were dozens of bright eyes in front of him. People were still immersed in the light melody, and the mellow and full notes echoed repeatedly.

The applause resounded through the hall like a tidal wave, this time it was far more sincere than the casual clapping before, and the pianist next to him was also amazed.

Back at the dining table, Rachel gave Ross a warm hug. Jessica also had an incredible expression on her face, but Trish's eyes became much more complicated. She stared at Ross's face, and she didn't know when Mixed with some elusive md emotions.

Amidst the praise, the waiter brought flowers, which were gifts from the guests.

Following the waiter's guidance, Ross saw a bald old man in a wheelchair and a gorgeously dressed woman in white nodding and smiling at him in the corner of the restaurant. .