Marvel's Journey Begins with Psychosis

Tony, who is wearing the armor, should be able to deal with an enemy who only has melee capabilities and a very single attack. Logically speaking, it should be very easy and comfortable.

Considering Roland's previous example, it is actually not difficult to see that as long as he takes off to gain air superiority, this whip-swinging guy will be completely finished.

but……

It was as if Tony had taken some fake medicine, but he didn't do that.

"Tsk, I don't understand what he is thinking. Can you understand?"

Roland expressed his doubts straightforwardly, and the widowed sister sitting next to him also gave her own opinion.

"Tony must be afraid that something will happen to that guy's chest."

Pointing to the small mobile energy source on the guy's chest, which was exactly the same as Tony's, the widowed sister said: "There are still many people in the arena now. Ha, although these guys are all idiots who are not afraid of death, they can obviously run but they have to stay. They came down to take photos and videos, but Tony had to take their safety into consideration.

He might be afraid that if he accidentally blows up the thing after his long-range attack, innocent people will be hurt. "

Well, this is a very reasonable answer.

Roland raised his head and moved his perspective to look around. Sure enough, he saw a lot of guys taking pictures with their mobile phones.

"Didn't this include me in the photo?"

That's not okay.

Roland immediately put down what he was holding and stretched out his finger: "ROOM!"

In an instant, a huge light mask enveloped the entire area of ​​the arena. The number of popcorns held by Roland decreased a lot, and there were a lot of cell phone cameras and other things on the ground.

"Don't waste it."

After dropping a small capsule, Roland put all these things into the box.

"Now, we can continue watching the show."

Unexpectedly, not long after Roland sat down, a young man from across the mountains and seas ran over from behind, threw his hand vigorously, and threw a popcorn in his hand at Roland's feet.

"Hey! Give me my camera back!"

Ok?

Roland stuffed a handful of popcorn into his mouth, bent down and looked at the young man on the other side of the passage.

Where did this idiot come from?

"roll."

The fight was being fought fiercely and seriously, and Roland didn't want to miss the fun because of other things.

However, the young man didn't seem to think so and shouted emotionally: "I asked you to give me back my things! It belongs to me! I have the right to use it in public. This is my freedom." ! You are robbing! You damn robber!"

what.

Roland put down the popcorn in his hand and stood up with a smile, ready to argue with the young man about the freedom and other rights he mentioned.

However, maybe it was because she was closer, as the widowed sister moved faster than him.

A punch was punched into the kid's stomach. After he subconsciously held his stomach and bent over, the widow stretched her legs behind his feet and pushed his chin with a palm, causing the kid to fly backwards.

Quickly taking two steps forward, the widow pinched the guy's face with her palms and knocked it down hard to help him wake up from his crying state.

"Listen! Luther, no matter what you want to say or what you want to do, get out of here before you die here!"

The widowed sister did him a big favor, and she was not bragging.

What kind of person Roland is, many people in the Big Apple City have already confirmed the answer at the cost of their lives.

So that really saved his life just now.

"call."

After taking a breath, the widowed sister saw the crying child running away, and a big stone fell in her heart.

She was really afraid that Roland would just take out the child's heart or kill him directly.

The problem was solved, the widowed sister thought for a moment and sat back next to Roland.

"Do you think you saved him?"

"What does it mean?"

"Ha, it's nothing. I'm just saying that a person like this who bullies the weak and fears the strong, with your help today, he didn't die here, he will die somewhere else tomorrow."

"Then it's out of my control."

The widowed sister gave a very free and easy answer: "I am not anyone's nanny, and I can't help so many people. I only do what I can do."

"Even if...you pay for it with your life?"

The question Roland asked was very strange. In the current situation and context, it seemed like some kind of threat after becoming angry.

However, the widowed sister still nodded frankly: "Yes."

"it is good."

Roland just nodded slightly and said OK, which made the widowed sister feel strange.

"Do you really believe what I say?"

"why not."

The widowed sister stared at Roland closely, and Roland responded with a calm smile.

"Roland, you are indeed a strange person."

"You say this as if you are a normal person."

"So we're the same kind of people?"

"That depends on what you think."

"for example?"

"For example, if you wanted to kill that guy just now, I wouldn't have stopped you."

Roland said seriously: "The most I can do is close my eyes and not look at it."

Well, that being said, they are indeed not the same kind of people.

Although this was the first communication between the two in a sense, the widowed sister had to admit that, at least for now, Roland did not feel as abnormal as described in the thick information of S.H.I.E.L.D. , so terrible.

He is more like...a patient with strange moral concepts.

At this moment, the widowed sister really felt that maybe her original comment to Roland was a bit too subjective and one-sided.

What a strange person.

While the widowed sister was still thinking about this, she heard footsteps. When she turned around, a few more guys came over aggressively.

Ugh……

Wanting to know what was going on, the widowed sister simply hugged her with both hands, leaned back, and whispered: "At least don't kill anyone, Roland."

"Hey, that's not necessarily true~"

"What's going on with you two! Aren't you superheroes? There's someone here..."

"Shhh."

Before the big leader finished speaking, Roland stood up and pinched his mouth.

"First of all, I'm not a superhero."

Smiling with white teeth, Roland looked around at a few people and continued: "Secondly, you shouldn't disturb me from watching the show."

With that said, Roland grabbed the guy's shoulders and threw him under the stands with a scream like a slaughtered pig.

"Go deal with that whip guy and be your own hero!"

After speaking, Roland looked back at the remaining people: "Does anyone else want to say something?"

Those guys now completely lost the arrogance they had ten seconds ago, and avoided Roland's sight as silently as a chill.

"You can go."

Several people panicked and ran away.

"and many more."

Those guys were stopped by Roland again.

"Who said you should go that way?"

Pointing to the bottom of the stands, Roland still had a smile on his face: "This way."

A few of them looked at me and I looked at you, forcing out ugly smiles: "Sir, we..."

"go alone."

Roland interrupted them and said coldly: "Still, I'll throw you down.

Hehe, you are so shameless. "