Marvel's Reverse Flash

In a basement of Apartment No. 13, Block F, Doudou Street

boom

Lightning was speeding, and the tail flame of the electric arc was swept by a strong wind with the return of the owner here, and disappeared after a moment.

Messy~

Jeong's mind began to feel dissatisfied with the fact that the laboratory was not tidied up before leaving.

But only after a moment~

shuh~

Just like a tornado passing through, everything in the laboratory was changed in an instant. After it was absolutely neat and tidy, even Virgo could find no faults, Reang finally leaned down from the sofa, and the damaged suit had been thrown away. In the place where it belongs, at least in the short term, Jeon has no intention of wearing this unreasonable thing again.

In fact, after the electrical resistance suit perfectly demonstrated its actual capabilities, other drawbacks in various aspects have also appeared. There is never anything in the world that can perfectly solve all crisis situations, so Reang only I can do my best to perfect and improve it.

"Real-time monitoring is online and we are here to serve you wholeheartedly~"

Uninvited, with the return of Jéon's suit, the laboratory's power was fully charged, the light and intelligence returned, and with the disappearance of the shielding effect, Jéon finally felt that he was no longer alone, although this time The little thing is very weak, but at least it can chat with Jeon.

"What do you think the suit can be improved on?"

"The topic is beyond the scope" comes from the poor real-time monitoring of the answers. It is obvious that this little thing has never been a humanized intelligent program. It only stays at the level of basic weak artificial intelligence, but even so, it is already the world's The most advanced smart terminal on the market.

"Then to put it another way, how much room for improvement does the various practical parameters of the suit have?" Reang leaned on the nest of the old sofa and slumped like a motionless dead dog. His dead fish eyes and dead face all showed this. The guy doesn't want to move at the moment

And this time the answer from real-time monitoring has not changed.

“The topic is beyond the scope and cannot be answered~”

"Tsk. Sometimes I really want to donate you to the school, you know?" Reang looked at the useless little thing projected in front of his eyes. The man covering his face felt defeated and regretted inventing it, and looked at it again. With the damaged suit and exhausted experimental materials, Jean realized that if he wanted to continue to make subsequent improvements, he would have no money.

Money is always an annoying topic. Sometimes you think it is material, but when you don’t have it, you want it like your own son~

"Can I donate you in exchange for money?"

"No~" This time, the real-time monitoring gave its answer, and at the same time, a neatly listed ranking of North American universities flashed across the screen.

Obviously, at the request of his master, the real-time monitoring did not realize that he was going to be donated. The stupid artificial intelligence also gave a complete list of donation channels and possible feedback, but this just happened to Jeon, this duplicitous guy, has an army

zz

He jumped into the hole he dug himself. There was nothing to talk about today. His IQ was crushed by the robot he made. He just raised his head and said nothing, looking at the ceiling in the laboratory that was still black under the light. Here is Three floors underground.

Except for a sea view curtain that can be changed at any time, there is no natural atmosphere here. When it is quiet enough, people living here can no longer feel any life except depression; it can be said that this is the bottom of society.

"It's time to think about sources of income." Reang silently rubbed the side of his head. A penny would stump a heroic man. It's best to do less of things like robbing banks that are sure to make headlines. Doing too many illegal things is a sure thing. He is addicted and runs from New York to Boston to escape the sanctions of the New York police.

According to the cheating laws of the United States, as long as the influence of the case has not spread to the federal level, then there are different laws and regulations in different state-level administrative regions. Perhaps a fugitive who committed a crime on the West Coast deserves to be punished because of the influence of the incident he committed. The sanctions were not severe enough, and he was able to escape the law by fleeing to the East Coast.

Using the different laws between states as a loophole has become a secondary reason for many fugitives to reduce the cost of crime and return to their old ways endlessly; to be honest, for Jean, this kind of hiding life is not enough. Many times, sometimes he himself wonders whether humans evolved from orangutans or mice.

"Tsk" a silent murmur.

As if Reang's muttering stopped, there was no other sound in the laboratory except for the sound of dripping water and the sound of the real-time monitoring host running.

Step~step~

I don’t know how long it took, maybe it was just a short moment, or maybe several hours had passed. At least before Reang was awakened by the explosion of the speed force in his body, he was awakened by another series of continuous crisp sounds from the outside world. .

Footsteps

Will there be other people coming here? Maybe there will be. There are very few residents on the three underground floors, but nothing can be absolute. There will always be new entrants who will climb up from the bottom of society and find their way into a truly glorious society. surface channels.

Or maybe some other mad scientists or criminals rented this place and became Hegeon's neighbors.

In short, follow the safety rules for night life in North America. Do not walk at night, do not open the door at night, and do not give your neighbors the impression that your home can be entered and exited at will.

Anyway, Jeon was woken up~

Tread ~ Tread ~

The sound is still ringing, and it is coming towards Je Ang's laboratory. Je Ang is the last one in the corridor, and there is no corner at the end of the corridor, which means that the other party is coming towards you.

shuh~

The keen speedster came to the door and looked outside through the peephole. His vigilance prevented Reang from making fatal mistakes in the general direction.

But it was obvious that this strange visitor had actually entered the room before he was aware of anyone's arrival~

"Hey, why don't you invite the guests to order something?"

The voice came from behind him, on the sofa where a one-eyed black man wearing a windbreaker was holding the water glass that Jean had brought after returning to the laboratory, and drank the glass of water in a nonchalant but unhygienic gesture. All~

“Tsk 82-year-old mineral water”

To be honest, if Nick Fury insists on talking about it, he is equally proficient in the unique black sense of humor~

However, uninvited strangers with a fearless attitude are an unfriendly message to the owner no matter what.

Tread ~ Tread ~

The footsteps outside the laboratory were still crisp, but it was obvious that when Jean noticed a certain button device in Nick Fury's hand, he already understood that he had been tricked~