New Flash Marvel Reborn

Chapter 6
The night after his date with Lavigne, Brad ran until he felt dizzy again.After returning home, I didn't do anything, just fell into bed and fell asleep.

The next day, his spirits were still not very good.But he also decided what to do.First of all, he must master English proficiently.Now he can understand other people's speech because of the translation function of this mysterious blue light ring.But there are too many uncertainties in this thing, what if it goes on strike someday?Before that, Brad must seize the time to become familiar with English as much as possible.

Putting aside the boredom in his head, he found an English dictionary.Of course, this is not difficult.For a nerd with a room full of books, there are several editions of English dictionaries on the shelves.

Brad had planned to work overtime within a month to the point where he could communicate without the ring, but he didn't seem to take that into account.

Now he has super speed!
This is not only about running fast, the brain thinking, turning pages of books, and reading speed are all far beyond the limit of human beings!
When Brad realized this, most of his depression dissipated immediately.Theoretically, he could read as many books as possible in an instant and absorb incalculable knowledge.With this super brain, wouldn't he be able to become an academic authority easily?

This is something he never dared to think about in his previous life!

An hour later, he was confident that even if he left the ring, his English level would be impeccable.Not only on the level of communicating with people, his English has definitely reached the level of senior intellectuals!

He couldn't wait to turn to the next book, this time it was Advanced Mathematics.

Of course, he also read very quickly, but gradually, he found that he began to keep forgetting what he had seen before.He had to flip through the whole book from beginning to end and from end to beginning more than ten times before he managed to memorize the contents of the book.

Of course, it didn't take him more than a minute.But he found that the more things he remembers in one moment, the faster he forgets them.If you read too much, you may not remember anything.

But this is already a very good result.In the original book, only the third-generation Flashman Wally West among the four generations of Flashes in the original book can read and memorize at a super speed. Even if the other Flashes can memorize at a super speed, they forget quickly.Brad already counts himself lucky to have some of Wally's speed memory.

Stretching his muscles, Brad went to the window and looked out at the rough street, and saw his father, Abt Joy, arguing with two men in black at the door.Both sides acted tough, even though Brad couldn't hear what they were saying, he was sure that the comer was not good!
With a flash of his figure, he appeared from the window on the second floor to the door on the first floor in an instant.Of course, he noticed his speeding movement without being noticed by others.

"I told you." Abt said bluntly. Since Brad saw him, he hadn't seen him speak in such a strong tone. "This house is everything to our family! No matter what happens, I won't let you take it away!"

A man said coldly: "We have already warned you, and we have tried our best to negotiate. Since you will not take soft things, please be prepared. Next time we come again, we will not knock on the door gently gone."

"Of course, just come on!" Abbot muttered angrily, "You gangsters who are bullying people with gold!"

The two got into a black Rolls Royce and drove away.

Brad stood behind Abbott: "Who are they? Do they want to buy our house?"

Abt snorted: "They won't succeed! I'll let them know that a few dollars won't make them superior!"

Brad agrees with this sentence from the bottom of his heart.Having encountered many misfortunes in his previous life, he realized the darkness of society from a very early age, and also cultivated his character of being careless and unwilling to suffer.Perhaps it is this character that makes him have few friends around him.

But also because of this personality, he is not the kind of personality who smashed his teeth and swallowed.He pays attention to vengeance and revenge, and this group of people are all on his own head.If it was in the previous life, he was single and weak, and it was impossible for him to be an enemy of a big force, so maybe he would bear it; but now he is not an ordinary commoner!He has super speed to defend his rights!With such power and letting others break ground on him, he doesn't have such a good personality!
"Who are they?" Brad thought, his tone unconsciously tinged with a gloomy hostility.

Abbot looked at his son in surprise.He still doesn't know what kind of personality his son has raised for many years?But now his son's gloomy behavior really made him not used to it.In the past, my son didn't dare to fight back when he was beaten by his classmates. Now, why does he seem to want to settle accounts with someone?
Abt sighed softly, and said to Brad earnestly: "Son, you have to know that sometimes we can't act on impulse. I admit that I may have been a little excited just now, but as I have always taught you, a The happiness of the meek is tolerance. We have always had the right to be tolerant, to give up as much as we can, and it makes them better, or us.”

Brad was taken aback for a moment, he never expected that Abbott, who was still angry just now, would change his attitude so quickly.The so-called "Like a father, like a son" is true. Emotional Abbott has this personality. No wonder the son he taught also looks like a softie!
Brad really thought so.Of course, he respects Abbott who has given him his long-lost fatherly love, but this does not prevent him from disagreeing with what Abbott just said from the bottom of his heart.How can you be tolerant when everyone has called to the door?Could it be that he really gave up his only house?

Although he didn't refute, why couldn't Abt see his disapproval from his expression?Letting go of the unexpected change in his child's attitude for the time being, Abt patted Brad on both shoulders, stared straight into his eyes, and demanded: "Promise me, don't mention this matter again. This It's not your business."

Brad hesitated for a moment, and finally gave in to the expectant eyes of his father who had accepted him: "I... promise."

"Very good." Abt smiled gratifiedly, and let go of his hand.

"However, I still want to know who wants to buy our house." Brad said, "I'm not young anymore, so I can be counted as the man in the family, right? Don't I have the right to know about family affairs?"

Abt looked into his eyes unexpectedly, before speaking for a while: "Of course."

Brad couldn't describe his surprise when Abbott told him who the man was.

Obaday Stein, he knew all too well.The ultimate villain of the movie "Iron Man 1", who stole the technology of Iron Man Tony Stark.

It has been several days since he came to this world, and Brad is now standing opposite Stark Tower for the first time.This is also the first time he noticed the building.Although he passed by here countless times when running in the city before, he didn't notice that this luxurious building turned out to be the famous Stark Building!
He didn't hear anything outside the window, and he just learned about Tony Stark's escape from terrorists on an electronic news board opposite the building.

Brad knew he could sneak into Obaday's office right now and snap his neck, or threaten him with stopping his purchases.

But he didn't.

On the one hand, this is to fulfill the promise with Abbott; on the other hand, he also knows that Obadai will be defeated by Tony Stark in a short time according to the original plot.There is no need for me to take action at all, I just need to wait patiently.

After weighing it for a moment, he finally did nothing.It turned into a golden flash of lightning and left the Stark Tower.

He didn't know that soon he would regret this decision now.

The next day, early morning.The clock had just struck six o'clock, and there were very few pedestrians on the streets of a city as lively as Manhattan.It's winter now, and the neighborhood is so cold in the morning that the air you exhale seems to be frozen in an instant.Every breath is a shock to the nasal cavity, and it is extremely painful to get up and go to the street at this time.No one would go out at all if there was nothing particularly urgent.

But on such a morning, Abt had bid farewell to the two children in the dreamland, and walked alone on the street.

He huddled in his thick, patched brown coat, shivered a few times to drive away the chill, and clutched a cut-out newspaper tightly in his reddened hands.That's the recruiting column.

He just lost his last job a few days ago due to an accident. To be honest, he is miserable for such a single father who has to support two children.But he never said anything to the children, because he wanted them to live happily.Although he cannot provide a rich life, happiness is the only thing he can do his best to maintain for his children.

A black luxury sports car approached silently.It is indeed very unnatural for such a car to appear on such a street at such a time.

Abbott stared at the half of the newspaper in his hand, completely oblivious to the approach of the car.

The car stopped beside him, and several men in black rushed out like wolves, pulling him into the car before he had time to react!

"Hey! You guys! What are you doing...!"

Abbott shouted vaguely while resisting.A strong man's strong fist suddenly landed on Abt's already aged cheek, and he growled: "Be honest, old guy!"

Several people dragged him into the car, and the car continued to drive on the street.It's a reasonably sound-proof Chevrolet with a dark-tinted windshield.So it's completely impossible for people outside to know what's going on inside.

It just drove around smoothly and slowly, and returned to the original place.

The door opened, and a few strong young men rudely threw Abbot on the street, and the car drove away quickly.

Half of Abbott's face was soaked in blood, which seeped into his eyes and made his vision also covered with blood mist.A drizzle of drizzle floated in the gloomy sky, soaking the half of the newspaper that the old man was still clutching tightly in his hand.

(End of this chapter)