Marvel's Speedster

Last year just came to an end, followed by a continuous winter rain blanketing the New York City area in January.

The weather is very cold, and the wind and rain are often mixed with small boulders. When the citizens go out, they all wrap up their coats tightly, and the homeless tramps also stuff their clothes with balls of old newspapers and warm cotton wool. He didn't feel it, he kept skimming through the dimly lit neighborhood like a ghost, High-speed movement consumed a lot of energy and concentration, and the Speed ​​2 combat suit that resisted air resistance also became a stable heat source. With the beating of the heart and the circulation of blood, his body was gradually covered with sweat, and then the sweat was quietly distributed to the outside world through the circulation collection system inside the equipment.

On such a night, it was the perfect weather for exercising and hunting. As if to prove what he said to Ororo, he had been patrolling the chaotic Hamle area for a while. Gradually, his existence began to be known to the local residents, and people called him "Extreme Speed" or "Black Lightning" in awe.

Of the two names, the former is usually the title used by ordinary people. For them, the black shadow passing by the street is a creature of another world, which has nothing to do with them. When they pass by, they just feel an invisible hurricane blowing in their face, which may set off a scene on the nearby newsstand. Folding newspapers, or pushing someone who is unsteady; and the latter

It comes from the local gang that hates and fears Speedy Sombra.

For those people, Ross's existence is like a sword of Damocles hanging over his head at all times, which is always frightening. If by chance they encountered them while exercising authority over their hapless neighbors, perhaps the lightning-ridden shadow would have passed by indifferently, but it was also possible that a thunderous lightning strike would follow.

This kind of strike is completely irregular, it is difficult to judge whether it is out of pity for the victim or other factors, and its content is not a Spider-man-style fist plus irony strategy, it is completely a blow that 543 wants. Once this happens, the outcome is completely unpredictable, and can only be determined by the other party's mood and illusory luck.

For ordinary gang members, some people believe that this is a punishment from the gods, while those with a little knowledge know that a new strongman has appeared, and he is turning this place into his own private hunting ground. Mobsters are prey in captivity--discovering the brutal truth, gang bosses find themselves faced with a difficult choice: either migrate far away to avoid ruthless killers, or try to save themselves, or even In turn, attack and kill the high speed demon.

In this harsh reality, some people wisely migrated to other places, while others, unwilling to risk going to other people's territory, chose to stay and fight. For a time, the buildings in the important blocks of Hamlet were filled with surveillance probes, and the sides of the originally smooth roads were also filled with various obstacles. Some of the knowledgeable leaders drew inspiration from historical biographies and literary works , spared no expense to build a solid fortress for himself, and at the same time made some special preparations, quietly waiting for the "evil black lightning" to visit.

It's never too late for them.

Soon it was another gloomy night. Although Jane Foster, who was in danger last time, had already withdrawn and left, some unfortunate women still fell into the hands of street gangsters.

"Help ----", a young girl who came home late was being targeted, and jumped in panic from a car that was speeding from the middle of the road.

"Go away!" The driver didn't slow down. He saw someone waving to him from a distance, and he turned the steering wheel hard. After the tires and the ground made a (bede) intense rubbing sound, the car accelerated and left the poor girl.

After passing through the dangerous zone, the driver wiped the sweat from his forehead, and saw from the rearview mirror a group of boys in strange clothes laughing and surrounding the desperate girl, touching her unscrupulously, and some of them swallowed cigarettes with cigarettes in their mouths. Clouds and fog, holding a sharp metal knife in his hand, reflecting the cold cold light under the street lamp.

Whoever makes you careless, don't implicate me - the driver thought, and was about to rush through the intersection ahead.

At this moment, he seemed to see a flash of blue light in front of him, and a vague black figure stepped across the car ding head-on.

At the moment the punks on the other side are gathering in a group to examine the shivering prey.

"Please, please!"

The girl was being pushed around involuntarily, her purse had been taken away long ago, and the money and various cards had fallen into the hands of others. Now she only hoped that these bastards would be satisfied with this and let her go.

But this is obviously very unrealistic. What she is facing is a group of young boys. Once these minors degenerate, they are often more unscrupulous and cruel than adults.

"Guys, the little girl is weeping, and she's afraid of us!"

The boy in the head had ugly dreadlocks and a copper nose ring on his nose. With his ugly laugh, the others let out a sharp howl, and the sound penetrated the quiet night sky, like The howling of wolves at night generally echoes in the nearby streets and alleys.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'll give you money, let me go, my mother is very sick, I want to send her medicine..."

The girl cried tears, and at the same time tremblingly handed out the only change she had on her body, and only kept a few small paper boxes tightly in front of her body.

"What a good girl, I'm sick too, why don't you come and save me first?" The nose ring boy yelled frantically, and slapped his outstretched hand away, and more than ten coins fell all over the ground immediately

Immediately afterwards, he rushed over and forcibly grabbed the girl's hair, almost tearing off her scalp with such force.

"Help, God!" The girl struggled hard, and accidentally hit the opponent's nose, and the dirty blood quickly flowed into his mouth. The salty smell made the boy with the nose ring suddenly angry. He swung his arm and hit him several times in a row The slap made the corner of the girl's mouth bleed, her cheeks were red and swollen, and she fell to the ground in a state of embarrassment.

"Go to hell, bitch!" He wiped the blood from his nose, drew out his dagger and was about to stab the girl in the lower abdomen.

The girl ignored the pain and crawled on the slippery ground, but could only see the dagger getting closer and closer to her body. At this moment of life and death, a blue light flashed, and a black shadow appeared silently between the two of them. In between, followed by the sound of whistling wind whistling from a distance.

"It's Black Lightning!" Someone yelled, crimes have decreased recently, and every gangster knows that there is a guy who is a hundred times more terrifying than Spider-man appearing nearby, but he didn't expect it to fall on him.

"Fxxx!" The nose ring boy cursed. They had just smoked powder not long ago, and they were still immersed in illusory self-confidence. They seemed to have inexhaustible power, but they were not particularly afraid.

But his wrist fell into the opponent's hand, and he couldn't get it out no matter how hard he tried.

Ross lowered his head coldly, and then exerted a little force "The sound of cracking bones resounded on the street at night.

The boy immediately screamed with his right hand in his hands, and the sharp dagger fell to the ground, making two heavy bangs.

"Shoot, shoot! Kill him!"

Another young man kicked away the partner in front of him with a severed arm, and waved and shouted at the others.

They've all heard that the top local figures offer huge rewards for the capture of Black Lightning, as long as they can catch or kill this unsightly guy, they will be the well-deserved overlords of this street in the future.

Under the excitement, it seemed that the terrifying Killing Star was not as terrifying as in the legend. A dozen young people brandished knives and pistols to attack the shadow.

"Bang bang bang—"

Sparks flickered, bullets flew out of the muzzle one after another, and the 0.35-inch pistol bullets hit the shadow at a muzzle velocity of 1100 feet per second. It was really lightning and flint, and it came to Ross.

At the same high speed, the bullets turned into metal cones of Slow Flight in an instant, one hand waved a few times against them like lightning, and then held them all in the palm

The right hand clenched into a fist slowly spread out, and then turned down.

"Ding Ding Dang Dang", there was a light sound, and a bunch of warheads fell on the ground, as if a small gong was struck in the middle of an empty square, and the crisp sound was flying cheerfully in the night sky.

At the moment, the shocked look came to the eyes of these young people who were dazed by their fantasy. Their muscles shrank slightly, and their pupils became as small as needlepoints. Pushing and sliding towards Death God.

Facing more than a dozen young thugs, Ross's figure flickered between light and darkness at high speed, surrounded by faint electric light, almost ostentatiously piercing people's wide-open retinas that were about to burst.

In this small space, he appears like a phantom in a nightmare. Just a moment ago, he was still standing here, but as the streetlight not far away was blocked by a shaking young man, the light dimmed slightly, and the next moment he appeared in Elsewhere, the interlacing of light and shadow makes him look weird and wonderful as if he can move instantly.

Fingers lift and fall -- no need to exert force deliberately, the speed can naturally make the powerful force penetrate into the human body, the muscles, bones, and organs are crushed into mud under the heavy pressure, and their owners cannot escape at all. Before the previous person had time to react, Ross had already moved to the next person.

The storm-like blows only lasted for a second, and after the figures staggered, more than ten people fell down slowly.

Among the fallen corpses, a mobile phone screen flickered on. This was the mobile phone of the guy who first ordered his accomplices to shoot at Ross. After he did it, he secretly dialed a number. Die on the ground.

Now, with a burst of rude cursing, a muddy male voice came from the microphone.

"This is Black Lightning's reward number, if you have any clues, speak up, call randomly and kill your whole family!"

Ross lowered his head, tapped his toes lightly, and the small mobile phone came to his hand.

"Hello~", on the silent street, a strange greeting sounded from under the mask.