i screwed up marvel

Chapter 52 I Just Kicked Him

"What kind of bullshit conference, a group of bad guys are conspiring."

In the hotel, Martin called his girlfriend to complain about today's shareholders meeting.

Dealing with these monsters and monsters made him tired.

Betty smiled and comforted him: "Don't think so much, go to bed early and get up early, and come back early tomorrow."

"No, I'm panicking. When I saw that guy from S.H.I.E.L.D. today, I wanted to beat him up. If he didn't run fast, I would have slapped him twice."

After Martin finished speaking, he took a deep breath, feeling really depressed.

"If you slap him, is he still alive!" Betty couldn't laugh or cry: "If you can't sleep, go for a run. You're really in a panic, and beat up some robbers at night."

"Hey? That's a good idea!"

Martin said "see you tomorrow" to his girlfriend and put on his clothes and boots.

After thinking about it before going out, I put on sunglasses and a baseball cap.

Even if it is a chivalrous act, beating someone is not a good thing after all, it is of course better to hide your identity.

……

"Sorry, Mr. Stein, there is still a small problem with the power supply technology."

Energy scientists from Stark Industries are trying to explain it to Obadiah Stein.

"What little problem?"

When Obadiah saw what the scientist was pointing at the Ark's reactor, he interrupted, yelling, "I don't care about your problems, I just want you to miniaturize it! And it's right in front of you!"

"Well, in fact, some technologies have not yet appeared, and I have to organize a team to specifically overcome them."

"Don't tell me that!"

Obadiah became impatient, pointed his finger at his shoulder and said loudly: "Tony Stark made that thing in the cave! With a pile of junk!"

"I'm sorry, I'm not Tony Stark..."

The scientist whispered helplessly.

……

Martin is running at night.

He could feel the restlessness hidden in that quietness.

But maybe because the surrounding area of ​​the hotel is relatively prosperous and not close to the slums, the crimes in the dark are not so easy to find, and many rascals are just chatting and laughing around bars and nightclubs.

Although he was a little annoyed that he couldn't find a target to vent his anger on, it was also very satisfying to let go and run.

Especially wearing my own combat boots, walking five or six meters at a time, it feels great to shuttle quickly between buildings.

Martin continued to speed up, saw a large balcony on the second floor and jumped directly onto it.

Huge force acts on the steel boots, and the energy storage structure at the bottom of the boots generates a huge rebound force, allowing Martin to "fly" directly onto the platform.

Inside the fluttering curtains, the image of young men and women entangled together flashes away.

Martin laughed and blew a whistle, tiptoed on the balcony, and jumped down in mid-air as if gliding, directly stepping on the door of the opposite shop.

Leaping back and forth where he could, like flying between buildings, gave him a little bit of Spider-Man.

But after playing a few times, he stopped dancing.

It weighs more than 80 kilograms, and without a strong point of leverage, it is easy to step on and collapse the building.

"Stark is indeed a genius."

Martin stood on the street, stepping on his combat boots a few times in satisfaction.

He has enough strength, but he doesn't have the jumping ability to match his strength like the green fat.

But this pair of combat boots allows him to move quickly on the ground, enough to deal with general emergencies.

Before he was running and jumping between the laboratory and the roads and mountains near Bruce's house, he didn't feel that obvious.

But now that he is in the city, shuttling through the jungle of buildings, and using the buildings around him as a reference, he can realize that his jumping ability is already very strong.

Just then, he heard a girl's scream.

"Yo!"

Martin beamed with joy: "It's finally going to open tonight!"

He ran over following the sound, and at a street corner saw two young men pulling a young woman into the car in an alley.

This is the back door of a nightclub.

The young woman was a little drunk, but also aware of the impending danger, struggling hard.But even though he tried his best, he was no match for the strength of the two men, and he quickly approached the opened car door.

Just when she was about to be pushed into the car, a shout of excitement exploded out of thin air:

"Let go of that beauty, let me come!"

The two men and one woman who were pulling were startled.

The young man who was pushing the girl behind was so frightened by the shout that his legs gave way and he almost fell to the ground.

He staggered two steps, and after standing still, he became furious, pulled out a gun from his back and pointed at Martin and shouted: "Do you know where this is! This is our Lucas family's territory! If you want to grab a woman here, ask Ask about my gun!"

Martin stepped forward with a sneer and snatched the pistol: "I am here, this is my territory."

After grabbing the pistol, all 4 people present were stunned.

The young girl was still thinking about Martin's shout, could it be that a more terrifying guy came to snatch her away?

The two men didn't dare to move anymore, the other had a gun in his hand.

Martin didn't expect that he would take the gun casually. That's right, in terms of strength, he took it instead of grabbing it.

"Dude, I don't know how much weed you've smoked and you can't even hold a gun, but it's not a gentleman of you to ask this lady to go."

Another young man hurriedly said: "He is the young master of the Lucas family. If you leave now, we will pretend nothing happened."

Young Master Lucas, who was robbed of the gun, also said sternly: "Behind you is our territory. As long as there is any movement here, dozens of gunmen will rush out at any time, and those who know you should get out!"

Martin laughed: "I'm not too scared!"

After finally finding two gangsters, one of them was the young gangster, how could he let them go casually.

Before he finished speaking, he kicked over.

"Crack!"

"Oh oh oh!"

Martin kicked the young gangster's knee, bending his entire knee back into a V shape.

The whole figure is like a broken doll, kneeling on the ground in a strange posture.

The severe pain also caused little Lucas to let out an inhuman scream.

Seeing such a scene, the woman next to her also covered her mouth and let out a scream.

"Little girl, what are you still doing here? Let's go!"

Martin turned his head and saw that there was a gunman looking at the back door of the nightclub to check the situation. He quickly yelled at the woman and ran away.

He's not afraid of gangsters, but he still doesn't want to mess with gangsters.

Of course, it's not that they can't beat them, but they are afraid of getting into trouble, especially these ignorant guys.

What if I get so angry that I can't hold the fire and kill all these people?
Martin himself thought well, thinking that he would be able to get rid of it soon, but after running for two blocks, he found several pickup trucks and SUVs roaring over with their windows open not far away.

A few guys who were obviously gangsters gestured in Martin's direction with their guns.

He even saw someone with a bazooka in the back of a pickup truck!
who special!I seem to have stabbed a hornet's nest!
Martin grinned in surprise, turned his head and ran away.

"I just kicked him, as for making such a big fight!"

Martin roared.

"You killed my son! I want your life!"

A burly bearded man yelled in the leading SUV, stretched out his submachine gun and fired a round of bullets at Martin.

The younger brother behind him followed suit a few times.

Wherever Martin passed, the glass of the surrounding buildings was damaged, and almost none of them was intact, but none of the bullets hit him.

After running at a high speed, Martin stomped hard, the huge force bounced off the bottom of the boots, and the explosive force from bottom to top sent him flying.

Let him jump directly to the roof of a two-story building.

Martin didn't want to continue to affect the surrounding buildings, let alone hurt innocent civilians, so he turned over and crossed two blocks with a few jumps.

He even jumped to the top of a seven-story building.

The last bounce completely jumped out of the building complex, and a sparsely built area appeared in front of him.

Wait, it's a bit windy...

A little high!
I'm really in the sky, but I can't fly!

In mid-air, Martin saw lights flickering in front of him, sparks flying, and two humanoid steels, one big and one small, wrestling together.

Wait, I seem to have entered the wrong set!
This is the scene where the big shit fights the old bald man!
But in mid-air, Martin had nowhere to borrow strength and could only continue to fall.

Under the surprised gazes of the two below, Martin put his head in his hands and yelled and bumped into it.

"what--!"

boom--

(End of this chapter)