Marvel's Speedster

On this day, after returning to the new home, Mary Jane had a rare temper tantrum. She became a little wary of Gwen, not wanting to see her beautiful high school classmates always lingering around her boyfriend. This was originally an inconspicuous little thing in life, but because Ross liked to see her puffy, he deliberately took the opportunity to tease his girlfriend for a whole night before the two fell asleep.

Then, he had a strange dream.

In the dream, he was standing on the top of a tall building, and above him was a huge, extremely dark cloud. The dark clouds hung down very low, and seemed to be pressed down from the top at any time, gestating in the rolling dark clouds. There was lightning, and from time to time bursts of dazzling flashes burst out like sharp swords, as if to split the entire sky into two.

Through the weak part of the cloud layer, the monstrous sunlight faintly projected down, erecting bleak beams of light like bloodshot threads obliquely on the vast land.

With these dim lights, one can see the endless crowds in the vast wilderness, countless shaky shadows swarming from all directions in the darkness, forming a huge human frenzy, heading towards the world like a stormy sea. Converge in the direction of Ross.

"The future is our time."

A familiar yet unfamiliar voice quietly sounded from the bottom of Ross's heart. This voice seemed to be a decree from heaven, promising him all authority, but he just kept silent, like a man with a heart of stone, never responding to the temptation. So that voice gradually receded, and rationality regained control of the body.

Opening his eyes again, Ross completely returned to reality.

It was already late at night, and it was very dark outside. In the neighboring apartment buildings, there were only a few dozen windows with lights on, and some even reflected the flickering fluorescence of the TV screen.

Gently moving away the warm limbs on his body, Ross slowly sat up.

"Hmm... no more...", perhaps the soft, soft bed shook a little when she got up, and Mary Jane, who was curled up next to her, muttered in a daze. Sweat is drenched, until now, Ross can still feel the moist moisture on the white plumpness playfully exposed in the skirt of her pajamas, that is because the fine beads of sweat used to spread all over the body, even like a stream of nimble streams Along the deep gully poured into the cotton fabric under the body.

"No!" She suddenly closed her eyes and yelled endlessly. At the same time, she beat Ross's sleeping position bitterly. After pounding for nothing, she frowned pitifully and continued to fall into a coma.

Ross smiled, carefully draped the thin quilt on his girlfriend's curvy body, and walked to the window alone to breathe the fresh air from the central empty garden.

When passing by the full-length mirror, he saw himself in the mirror--the self who looked very different from his previous life, but had the same temperament--the tall and well-proportioned body contained strong muscles, and the smooth lines were like sculptures by famous artists Delicate enough to dazzle.

The longer he came to this world, the more he felt that his previous life was like an illusory dream. Fortunately, no matter when, there is always something worth pursuing.

They are what life is all about.

Bathed in the cool night breeze, Ross quietly looked at the vast world outside, and soon his phone lit up.

"Surveillance video shows... Osborn..., start to act..." In the microphone, Dr. Connors' intermittent voice was kept low. Ross listened to the latest news he observed, and his thinking entered a state of high-speed operation.

"Is there anything unusual in Westchester?" He temporarily put aside the news of Osborn, and instead focused on news from the small town where the X-Men Academy is located.

"Everything is normal... No people or vehicles have been observed. The local civil system shows that the water flow around the campus has not increased or decreased compared with domestic garbage and the past... There is no fluctuation in power supply..."

The doctor reported the data that Ross asked him to observe one by one. These data were the instant information obtained by Ross intruding into the server of the small town’s billing platform for people’s livelihood. It could cover a distance of hundreds of miles and avoid Professor X’s mind monitoring through the optical fiber network. , Indirectly grasp the Mutant movement of Xavier Academy. In order to more accurately discover the pattern of target activities, Ross even paid a lot of money to customize a private database from the best software company in the industry. After adjusting the program by himself, he loaded the data from Xavier College to establish a basically complete feedback model to analyze X- Men's behavior patterns.

To put it bluntly, as long as he is given enough time, he can immediately understand what the teachers and students of the college ate, what kind of private exercise they did, and even what color underwear they wore. Professor X, the mind master, will never catch his trace.

"Tomorrow will be a good day..." On the other side of the phone, the doctor's voice was disturbed and excited. He had been waiting for this day for a long time.

But Ross didn't make a decision right away. He stood in front of the window like a stone statue and deduced it over and over again. Connors didn't disturb his thoughts on the other side, quietly waiting for the final judgment.

Finally, Ross nodded and issued the pre-determined command.

After hanging up the phone, he looked through the floor-to-ceiling windows to the western sky.

What was Osborn doing there?

This evening, there are disturbing fluctuations brewing in the dead Osborn industrial park.

Usually at this time, the researchers who have been busy for a day have already returned home from get off work. After the hustle and bustle of the day, the buildings in the park should be peaceful at this moment, but today is a little different. A dozen mercenary-looking men with unusually sturdy stature passed through the strict security guards. program, gathered in the clinical research room of the drug that prohibits outsiders from entering and leaving, and looked at the movement inside the transparent glass cover. He took off his clothes and got in.

"Very good, that's it." Norman stepped on the floor with bare feet, feeling the power emerging from his body, he picked up a metal experimental tool and twisted it at will. The steel cylinder was originally very It is sturdy, and it will not be damaged in the slightest even if it is accidentally dropped to the ground, but this time when it is subjected to huge pressure, it quickly loses its shape like a soft wax figure.

"Thank you Connors, thank you Ross. I have to say, the original physical enhancement potion can't do the secondary strengthening. This is all thanks to your invention. Now I am stronger than before," he said to himself , clenching his fists into a pose, looking at the vainly stretched muscles, the surrounding mercenaries involuntarily swallowed dryly.

They are all private troops hired by Norman through secret channels. Since he suffered a setback on the road last time, he came back to sleep in bed and reflected for a few days, and finally decided to kill all the obtrusive people before the meeting of the board of directors.

In the original plan, he could solve everything alone, but the appearance of Dr. Lizard changed his mind. The embarrassing retreat that night made Norman deeply understand that he is not the only one in this world who ignores Superman's power Everything you want, Dr. Connors, who has been obsessed with cross-species research for many years, seems to have the same point of view as himself, that's why Dr. Lizard was born. Accidental miss.

After so many days, I don't know if Connors guessed that Green Goblin's real identity is himself. Will Ross be able to transform like him? From Norman's own point of view, it is unbelievable to share power with others for no reason, but that does not prevent Norman from making a plan. This time he must completely strangle his powerful opponent.

As for the price he promised, in addition to the huge bounty, it is to turn these daring mercenaries into Superman like himself.

With his back turned to his temporary subordinates, Norman's eyes shone with a strange green light. He had already planned that once the target was wiped out, he would immediately backhand and wipe out these unstable factors behind.

He was sure he could do it.

Just as he was changing his clothes, the chief scientific officer who was supposed to go home suddenly appeared.

Dr. Storm, the scientific officer, just walked into the research room and was immediately taken aback. A dozen murderous men stared at him closely. Break into a heavily armed barracks.

"Norman, what are you going to do?" Dr. Storm couldn't help taking a step back, and screamed in shock. Before he could get an answer, he lost track of his boss in a blink of an eye, and then heard the door behind him slam. There was a sound, and it was closed by someone. When he turned his head hastily, he found Norman Osborn looking at him with a cold smile, and one hand was letting go of the handle behind the door.

"Doctor, before I answer, why don't you tell me why you are here?" Norman approached the elderly science officer step by step, and the old man who had worked with him for many years had to stagger back.

"It's Harry," Storm replied tremblingly, uttering a name that surprised Norman. "Harry knows you're in a bad mood. He's worried that your working hours will hurt your health, so he asked me to come back and persuade you to rest. I have no other intentions..."

"Lie!" Interrupting Dr. Storm, Norman's eyes were red, and he yelled, grabbing him by the collar. "Lies, all lies!"

"You think I don't know, you guys are trying to steal my company and take my property before it's acquired? Everyone's cheating on me, but I've seen you through from the beginning! You villains, you poor bastards, You think you can get everything from me, but you are wrong--I am not a lamb at the mercy of others, I am a demon who wants to kill people!"

While screaming, he lifted Storm high, the science officer's weak neck was tightly held by his big hands, his face was flushed red but he couldn't breathe, he struggled to break Norman's fingers with both hands, The feet that left the ground kept kicking and hitting the opponent's body, but Norman was as hard as steel, no matter what kind of blow he could make him retreat half a step, Storm's body soon twitched, and after a while , the science officer swallowed his last breath in despair.

"Tomorrow, let all troubles end!"

Leaving the old man's body behind, Norman Osborn walked to the window and looked far to the east.