Marvel's Antiheroes

Putting down the newspaper, Duke stood up and adjusted his uniform, preparing to patrol the streets with his partner.

"Well" a burning sensation suddenly emerged from the depths of his soul and swept through his head, causing him to groan and sit back in the chair, holding his head in pain.

He felt as if he was in an oven. The only feeling he felt was that it was hot. It was so hot that he couldn't grasp it, touch it or see it. It was so hot that it felt like he was burned to ashes.

"Hey Duke, are you okay?"

Sitting next to Duke was his partner Dani Walker, a fat black man weighing 300 pounds.

He tried hard to swallow half of the hot dog in his mouth, and said with concern: "You should go see a doctor."

The burning sensation came and went just as quickly, and within only about ten seconds, Duke raised his head, wiping his cold sweat, and replied: "It's better now, let's go, Walker."

Walker struggled to pull his huge butt out of the chair, shook his head and said: "Duke, you shouldn't hold on like this. You need to see a doctor. Now you have more and more headaches. It must be... That damn mutant did it.”

Duke shook his head helplessly and sighed: "I went to the doctor and waited in line for a long time. The test results showed that my brain is clean and everything is normal."

"Those damn vampires, they treated us with basic medical insurance so perfunctorily, my grandma"

The most flexible part of Walker's body may be his mouth. With a rhythm, he cursed the American medical system bloody.

To the accompaniment of his rap, the two received guns and police car keys and began to drive around the jurisdiction.

Deduct the men and women hugging each other and nibbling each other, and then deduct the graffiti "art" on the walls that is either scary, weird, or bloody.

Brooklyn is quite pleasant to the eyes during the day, especially the places where police cars pass by.

After a boring day wandering the streets, I taught a few delinquent black teenagers who just showed up and thought Kingpin was his second son. I kicked the butt of a soft-boiled guy who stayed at his girlfriend's house and refused to leave. It's time to clock out.

During this period, the burning sensation hit Duke twice more, each time making him miserable.

And when the burning fever does not occur, Duke will also feel very hot.

Duke's soul is the fusion of Earth Duke and Patrolman Duke.

What happens when a man's soul merges with another man's soul? The two souls are still of the same frequency, and the place of fusion is still in Marvel, a world where everything is possible and all kinds of energy gather together.

Duke used the pain he endured to give the answer: yang hyperactivity

There are many types of yin and yang, including the yin of heaven and earth, the yin of yang and kun, the yang of life and yin of death, the yang of man and the yin of woman, and so on.

It is the yang of life fused with the yang of life, the yang of man fused with the yang of man, yang plus yang multiplied by two, it can definitely be regarded as yang hyperactivity.

If this hypersexuality is physical, it can be easily solved, it's just a matter of having a good time and sweating a little more. Maybe it can be regarded as a gift and become the favorite of thousands of sexy women. .

But now Duke's soul was in a state of ecstasy. The feeling that he couldn't touch or grasp, but burned his soul with extremely hot heat, was simply the torture that could only be found in the nineteen levels of hell.

If there were nineteen levels of hell.

In Brooklyn in November, the lowest temperature was already below zero, but Duke didn't feel cold at all. He only wanted a police T-shirt outdoors and didn't even want to wear a police uniform jacket.

At the same time, he was in a very irritable mood.

If the two Dukes didn't have strong self-control, he would have been unable to go to work normally at this time.

Compared with the heat, the pain from the soul is more terrible.

On the first day, Duke only felt pain twice.

The next day, Duke hurt four times.

Today is the third day. Just during work time, Duke has already been in pain three times, and before going to work, he had already been in pain twice.

According to the rules, he will suffer from pain three more times today.

This is much more cruel than a relative of a woman named aunt.

Every time the pain hit, Duke had the idea of ​​​​death to relieve himself.

Fortunately, it went as quickly as it came, and the pain was gone before he could put it into action.

Thanks to these pains, he had not been able to sleep well in the past three days.

But he didn't feel tired at all. Instead, he felt very energetic, and even his face was rosy and shiny.

"Duke, I have to report your situation to Haken. You are no longer suitable to be a patrol officer. You should work as a civilian for a while." Walker's fat face, as round as a basketball, rarely showed a serious look: "It's unbelievable that the great Uncle Walker is back behind the wheel to save himself from being tricked by his sick colleague."

Duke waved his hand helplessly and said, "I'm sorry Walker, I don't know why. That damn pain is like putting my soul on fire."

"It must be that damn mutant. When I saw him playing with fire, I thought of demons. Demons are masters of playing with fire and souls. You must have been injured by him. I heard that guy has been pardoned. Damn it. Mutants deserve to die."

Walker was talking about what happened three days ago.

A mutant with fire powers suddenly lost control and caused huge damage to the streets.

Patrolman Duke was also part of the group that besieged the mutant. He was hiding behind a car and fired at the mutant in vain, but the bullet melted into liquid before it hit the mutant.

The mutant fired a fireball at him, hitting the car in front of Duke.

The huge shock wave caused Duke to fly out and fall unconscious.

When he woke up, he had become Duke.

But Duke knew that his current symptoms should have nothing to do with the mutant.

The opponent only used a fireball to cause the car's fuel tank to explode, blowing him up and knocking him unconscious. He did not directly attack him with fire.

He didn't explain much, but waved his hand to Walker, sat back in his seat, and started writing today's report.

"Duke, Director Haken wants you to come over here."

Aunt Mary, the housekeeper, twisted her huge, millstone-like buttocks and walked over to inform Duke.

Duke sped up his typing speed and completed today's report before getting up and walking into the office of Haken, the director of the 64th Branch.

"Duke, I understand your situation. That damn mutant is now a member of SHIELD. Damn it. You need to rest for a few days. I will go through the procedures for you to transfer to a civilian job until you recover." Return to patrol officer.”

Haken is a little old white man, wearing a white police uniform, and he looks like he is gritting his teeth when talking about mutants.

This is not surprising.

Most police officers, to be a little more arbitrary, it can even be said that all police officers hate mutants, especially mutants who are out of control.

Among the countless mutant incidents, the group that has been harmed the most is the police. Deaths and injuries are common.

And since SHIELD began to open "amnesty" to those mutants who are willing to surrender and have strong combat capabilities, this resentment has become more intense.

Because this means that police officers who are killed or injured at the hands of mutants can no longer get justice.

But facing the deformed giant that is SHIELD, not to mention the municipal police or the higher-level state police, even the FBI has to shy away.

Duke nodded helplessly and said, "Okay, Director, thank you for taking care of me."

The income of civilian employees is much lower than that of patrol officers.

However, Duke was deeply tortured by the burning of his soul and knew that he was not suitable to be a patrolman for the time being, so he accepted Haken's kindness.