100% Psionic Power In Marvel

After having a full meal in the restaurant, Ivan received a call from the curator, saying that a master in the painting world had taken a fancy to his painting "The Red Giant" and planned to exchange it with another painting plus money.

Ivan agreed to go and see.

Karen insisted on going with Ivan, and Ivan agreed, and arranged for Angel to drive Jessica back to her rented house.

Angel said no problem, leave it to him!

...

At this moment, Angel is sitting in the driver's seat, and Jessica is in the co-pilot.

"Although my driving skills are not as good as Ivan's, I'm absolutely second to none!"

Angel turned around and said to Jessica with a smile.

"Hmm..." Jessica hummed.

"Look, the beautiful night scenery outside the car... charming, isn't it?" Angel looked out the car window.

"Well... Angel, can you drive?"

"Oh, of course...just chatting." Angel nodded and took out the key.

He inserted the key into the hole, pursed his lips and asked, "Jessica, why don't you find a boyfriend?"

...

In a dim alley, a middle-aged man with wrinkled skin was sitting on the ground with his back against the wall.

"There is no news from Giroud's side. They were forced to inject...should be dead by now."

He looked at the black man sitting across from him with blank eyes, and said so.

The black man on the opposite side had ragged clothes, stained with gasoline and blood.

The black man was expressionless at first, then smiled, showing a mouthful of blackened teeth.

"Really? It seems that we are almost there, and this new model is not reliable... But we will be found sooner or later, so we have to try."

The wrinkled man put down the suppressed rifle in his hand, and he moved his left arm, which was a bionic arm.

"This arm is dying too."

"I don't hold out hope for success, but at least...we'll have to try, one last shot."

The black man stared at the wrinkled man.

"You...do you need help?"

A young man passed by this alley.

Seeing that the two seemed to be injured, he asked.

The wrinkled man glanced at the young man, grabbed the suppressed rifle on the ground, and shot through the young man with a series of muffled clicks.

His suppressor doesn't completely eliminate gunshots, but it does muffle them and make them less like gunshots.

The young man fell to the ground, blood soaking the alley.

"Now... can we only inject?" the pleated man put down his rifle and asked the black man.

"Then what do you want? We have been forced to go nowhere..." said the black man, "Wake up, our plan to get rich has failed."

The wrinkled man threw away the rifle, took off the backpack on his back, and rummaged inside. After a few seconds, he took out a needle tube, which was filled with black liquid.

"That's it."

The wrinkled man stared at the tube of liquid, knowing that his organization's top management called the liquid 'Extremis Virus-Hateful Hybrid'.

It is said that it fused the genes and flesh and blood of that street monster 'Abomination' at that time.

As for how the organization got the abhorrence of flesh and blood, the wrinkled man didn't know.

He only knows that the organization analyzed and refined the flesh and blood of the abomination, and finally fused the extract with the Extremis virus, and created two new tubes of the "Extremis Virus·Abomination Hybrid" with all their efforts.

When I learned from the high-level mouth that this small tube of liquid can break through the limit of human beings and reach the level of the Hulk as long as half the tube is injected...

After discussing with several accomplices, he decided to steal them, sell them to needy organizations, and then go abroad to live a prosperous life.

He knows the Hulk, and the news was often broadcast some time ago. He witnessed the scene of the factory after being destroyed by the Hulk on TV.

That was a powerful existence that the military sent General Ross to try his best to kill.

However, their original intention of stealing the Extremis virus was just to make a fortune through it, because as members of the organization, they deeply understand that if they inject the Extremis virus casually, the fusion is likely to fail.

The price of fusion failure - exploding and dying.

After all, this hate hybrid type is made of a large number of Extremis viruses as raw materials, and none of them dare to take risks.

...

Originally, the wrinkled man had succeeded, and the Extremis virus had been brought out by him, but unfortunately, he was betrayed by his trusted friend before he could evacuate from New York.

The whereabouts were fully exposed to the top of the organization.

So the wrinkled man and his gang split up, but they were still tracked by the organization all the way. The loss of another wave of people has reminded the wrinkled man and the black...

They can only fight for the last time. They know how the organization will deal with the traitors after they are caught. They would rather explode and die than become the organization's experimental products and sacrifice targets.

The needle pierced into the blood vessel, and the wrinkled man and the black man reluctantly injected the Extremis virus and hate mixed type, and the two were trembling...

After that, the two continued to sit opposite each other in the alley.

Waiting for the virus to take effect...

Two minutes passed, and the wrinkled man was covered in sweat.

"How are you?" asked the Negro.

His forehead was also sweating at this time, especially the blood vessels on his forehead had begun to protrude and then concavity, which was very frightening to the bystanders.

"It hurts, and...the heart beats faster." The wrinkled man reluctantly replied.

"My hands are shaking..."

The black man raised his right hand, and he saw that his hand was shaking constantly, the blood vessels on his right arm were fully exposed, and the muscles began to swell.

Gradually, his right arm turned from black to yellow, and then began to emit heat.

The situation of the wrinkled man over there is the same, except that not only his right arm, but his entire body is two times bigger than before.

His face was full of excitement, his eyes were wide open, bloodshot all over them.

"I feel...power..."

With chattering teeth, he said, "After the pain, there is strength!"

The black man covered his chest and wanted to say something, but his pain didn't seem to subside. After a few seconds, his whole body began to smoke, showing the color of lava.

"It seems that you are finished." The wrinkled man stood up, looked down at the black man and said.

"Help...help me..." the black man said in pain, he lay on the ground and retched.

"Send you to the hospital? Are you kidding me? What do you think we are now?"

At this moment, the wrinkled man is two meters tall, and his muscles are swollen all over. Only his left arm maintains its original thickness due to the bionic hand.

"help..."

With a bang, the Negro exploded, shattering into countless fiery charcoal residues.

"Dude, it looks like you're out of luck."

The wrinkled man said so, and punched the stone wall of the alley.

After a small puff of smoke and dust passed, I saw fists passing through the wall.

"This power! It's so exciting! I knew it would bring me this feeling! Why should I hide it and prepare to sell it?"

The wrinkled man grinned: "I should have injected myself in the first place! No amount of money can buy this feeling!"

In the thrill of power, he regretted not injecting it sooner.

It's an indescribably wonderful feeling to suddenly gain strength...

With a sound of "defect~", his arm pierced into the wall began to turn red, and the high temperature burst out, and the hole in the wall was melted by this high temperature and became bigger and bigger.

The wrinkled man looked at all this, opened his mouth wider and wider, and muttered excitedly: "I, Butch, have finally developed! Extremis virus, right? Hate serum, right? Hahahaha! Almighty is compatible with me! "

...

At this moment, Angel is holding the steering wheel, and it can be seen from the reversing speed of the scene on the street that he is driving very slowly.

"Jessica...do you think I'm strong? This muscle mass..."

He kept looking for topics along the way.