100% Psionic Power In Marvel

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

Ivan agreed to take a look.

Karen had to go with Ivan. Ivan agreed and arranged for Angel to drive Jessica back to her rental.

Angel said no problem, wrap it on him!

...

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

"Although my driving skills are not as good as Ivan's, they are definitely first-class!"

Angel turned to Jessica with a smile.

"Um..." Jessica hummed.

"Look, the night scenery outside the car is... charming, isn't it?" Angel looked out of 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 dark alley, a middle-aged man with wrinkled skin was sitting on the ground with his back against the wall.

"Giroud's side... there is no news, they were forced to inject... they should be dead now."

He looked at the black man sitting opposite him with dull eyes and said so.

The black man on the opposite side was in tatters, stained with gasoline and blood.

The black man was expressionless at first, then smiled, revealing 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, and we have to try it."

The folded man put down the silenced rifle in his hand, and moved his left arm, which was a bionic arm.

"This arm is about to die."

"I don't have any hope of success, but at least... we have to give it a try, a last-ditch effort."

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 silenced rifle on the ground, and a series of muffled sounds shot through the young man.

His silencer doesn't completely eliminate the sound of the gun, but it can make it dull and less like a gun.

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

"Now... is it only possible to inject?" The folded man put down his rifle and asked the black man.

"Then what else do you want? We've been forced to go nowhere..." the black man said, "Wake up, our plan to make a fortune failed."

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

"That's it."

The folded man stared at this tube of liquid, knowing that his organization's top management managed this liquid as the 'Extreme Virus·Abomination Hybrid'.

It is said that it combines the genes and flesh of the street monster "Abomination" at that time.

As for how the organization got the hate flesh, the folded man doesn't know.

He only knew that the tissue analyzed and extracted the flesh and blood of abomination, and finally fused the extract with the Extremis Virus, and exhausted everything to create two new tubes of "Desperate Virus-Abomination Mixed Type".

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

After discussing with a few associates, he decided to steal them, sell them to organizations in need, and then go abroad to live a prosperous life.

He knew about the Hulk. Some time ago, the news was often broadcast. He witnessed the scene of the factory after being destroyed by the Hulk on TV.

That was a powerful being that the military sent General Ross to do his best and couldn't kill it.

However, their original intention of stealing the Desperate Virus was just to make a fortune through it, because as members of the organization, they deeply understood that if they randomly injected the Desperate Virus, it was very likely that the fusion would fail.

The price of fusion failure - death by explosion.

In the end, this abomination hybrid was made up of a large number of desperate viruses as raw materials, and none of them dared to take the risk.

...

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

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

So the folded men and the gang split up, but they were tracked all the way by the organization. The loss of another wave of people has reminded the folded men 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 experiments and victims.

The needle was inserted into the blood vessel, and the folded man and the black man reluctantly carried out the injection of the Desperate Virus and Hate hybrid type, and the two of them were trembling all over...

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?" the black man asked.

At this time, his forehead was also sweaty, especially the blood vessels on his forehead had begun to bulge and concave, which was very terrifying to others.

"Pain, and... the heart beat 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 non-stop, 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 with the wrinkled man over there is the same, except that not only his right arm, but his entire body is two laps larger than before.

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

"I feel... the power..."

His teeth chattered and 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.

"Looks like ~www.wuxiahere.com~ you're done." The folded man stood up and looked down at the black man.

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

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

At this moment, the folded man is two meters tall, and his muscles are swollen, only his left arm maintains its original thickness because of the bionic hand.

"help..."

With a bang, the black man exploded and shattered into countless charcoal-colored residues that were burning with flames.

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

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

After a small plume of smoke passed, I saw fist arms passing through the wall.

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

The folded man grinned: "I should have injected myself from the beginning! No amount of money can buy this feeling!"

In the excitement of the power, he regretted not having injected it earlier.

The feeling of suddenly gaining power is indescribably wonderful...

With a sound of 'defect~', the arm he penetrated into the wall began to turn red, and the high temperature burst out, and the hole in the wall was melted by the high temperature.

Looking at all this, the wrinkled man opened his mouth wider and wider, and muttered to himself excitedly: "My Butch has finally developed! Extremity virus, right? Hate serum? Hahahaha! Almighty is compatible with me! "

...

At this moment, Angel was holding the steering wheel, and it could be seen from the backward speed of the street scene that he was driving very slowly.

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

Along the way, he has been looking for topics.