Marvel's I Can Control Metal

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Pyro has exploded all over the internet.

The controversy about him has been ranked No. 1 on the hot topic list, and tens of millions of people have participated in this topic discussion.

On whether Pyro is a superhero or a government criminal.

"What he killed was a murderer who was committing robbery and murder. He acted bravely when he saw justice. This is justice, unquestionable justice."

"According to U.S. law, this kind of robbery that did not cause any major personal safety would only serve a few years in prison, but the Flame Man killed him directly. How is this any different from a criminal?"

"There is no death penalty in the law, he is not qualified to kill."

"I agree with the actions of the Flame Man, those robbers should die"

"Why didn't the Avengers catch Flame Man? Why? He is obviously a criminal."

"The Flame Man killed a black man. There were so many people looting, but he killed a black man. This is obviously racial discrimination. He should go to jail."

"Why didn't Iron Man catch Pyro and where did Pyro go?"

"Clear first-hand on-site information video, private chat if you want"

"The high-resolution photos of the time when the Flame Man disappeared, the guess about the Flame Man's abilities is incomplete..."

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Numerous topics began to be debated wildly on the Internet, but no result was ever found. On the contrary, it became more and more popular. In just one day, no one knew what this sudden flame man had done.

In the Black Prison Building, Chen Haoran was sitting on the bench holding his cell phone, concentrating on every piece of news about the Flame Man. He had been keeping this motion for ten hours.

"Hey, are you crazy? You didn't sleep all night, did you?"

Stacey, who came to the laboratory, looked at Chen Haoran, who was sitting next to him with a smile on his face, and said directly.

"Of course I didn't sleep. Now everyone on the Internet is discussing my topic, all of them. This feeling is really great."

Chen Haoran, who had some dark circles under his eyes, shouted excitedly to Stacy.

"It's just that their skill in choosing names is so bad. They can't think of the name Zhiyanxia, ​​for example, Flame Man, Fire Man, Rocket Man, etc."

Stacy shook her head gently, ignored Chen Haoran who was already a little dazed, and walked straight to the laboratory.

Chen Haoran sat back on his small bench again, looked at the topic on his phone, and continued to have fun.

The movement this time completely released his suppressed emotions and satisfied his wish to express himself. The only thing he was dissatisfied with was that everyone was talking about the Flame Man, not Chen Haoran.

Although he knew that he was the Flame Man, others didn't know it. He couldn't wait to go out and fly around again and tell everyone his identity.

If Leo hadn't been oppressing him and he was afraid of being caught and dissected, he would have done this long ago.

And what is Leo doing?

He is still sleeping.

Just this morning, Leo, who got up on time, couldn't help but yawned.

Still in doubt, Ming Ming felt the call of the red whale. This time, it was not a physical call, but a call from the spiritual world.

It was like a dream that hadn't ended yet. This feeling made Leo lie back on the bed without hesitation. As soon as he closed his eyes, his spirit suddenly entered another space.

In the same golden space, a small whale with a matte black body and a red line on its back was rolling and playing in the air.

After seeing Leo, he couldn't help but open his mouth and flew towards Leo suddenly, crashing into Leo's arms, very excited and happy.

And a young boy's voice also sounded in the space at the same time.

......

As soon as a hint of red appeared on the horizon, a figure started running in New York's Central Park.

The pace is steady and fast, far exceeding the speed of people's morning jogs.

And there are very few people running here so early.

The figure was still running steadily, but a stronger figure rushed over from behind.

"On your left."

After leaving only these words, he ran from his left side.

It was obvious that his pace was already fast, but the stronger figure was galloping forward at twice the speed of him.

At this speed, even if he ran with all his strength, he didn't know if he could catch up. Even if he could, he probably wouldn't be able to last for 15 seconds.

But he just watched helplessly as the person in front of him got further and further away, disappearing in front of him, as if it was an illusion.

He rubbed his eyes and continued to run forward, but his pace speeded up a little more, almost reaching the limit of his long-distance running training speed.

But only 10 minutes later, he heard the same footsteps behind him again, approaching him quickly.

Just like before.

"On your left."

After saying these words, he passed by him without any pause, and continued to sprint forward, and it seemed that he was still at such an amazing speed that he was just out of reach.

And it was this moment that made him guess that it was Captain America. No one except him would have such a monster-like physical fitness.

At the very least, the speed and endurance he is showing now are simply not something a normal person can achieve.

But looking at the figure in front of him, he couldn't help but speed up his pace, chasing after the figure that was about to disappear.

Ten minutes later, he heard the sound of footsteps again, and Captain America quickly approached him again.

"No, no, stop it"

"On your left."

"How can this be"

Rogers' words completely aroused his unyielding mentality. He no longer maintained his breathing rate and pursued the running body with all his strength.

But there is no doubt that the distance between the two is still getting bigger and bigger, without any change.

Even if he tried his best, he would still be far behind Captain America.

On the contrary, the disordered breathing rhythm forced him to stop and was unable to continue running.

In just half an hour, he ran nearly eight kilometers, an excellent result that most ordinary people cannot achieve.

As for his breathing disorder, he could only lie on the side weakly, gasping for breath while holding on to his throbbing lungs.

Not long after, the man who had just trapped him three times in a row came over and said, "Hey, do I need to call you an emergency doctor?"

A blond, blue-eyed, muscular man with two strong chest muscles attracted the attention of many people.

"I think I need to change my lungs, buddy, you just ran nearly twenty kilometers in half an hour," he said, leaning against the tree and looking at Captain America.

"If you get up late, you should run more." Rogers said with a smile, "Which army are you from?"

"58th Division, Airborne Rescue Force, but I'm with the Department of Veterans Services now, Sam Wilson."

"Steve Rogers."

Rogers also said, pulling Sam up from the ground who was reaching out.