Marvel turns into Iron Man

It's a dead-end situation, at least for Norrison.

He knew in his heart how effective the only pistol he had was.

Because of this, Norrison moved his gun away from aiming at Miss Stark.

"That's a good start, Norrison."

"Talk calmly. Yes... what do you mean by that?"

Miss Stark hadn't had time to show a smile on her face.

The other party has already made an action beyond her expectations.

Norison didn't just move the gun away from her.

It even hit the forehead of that old guy Trevor behind him.

"There's nothing to talk about, I'll kill him and then shoot myself."

God knows whether these people are dead soldiers who have accepted the order.

"Hey, I just wanted to talk, there's no need to take an innocent person to hell."

Not that the crazy old man Trevor meant much to her.

Miss Stark just wanted to cause as few unnecessary casualties as possible.

"I know you have very strong abilities, but can you stop the bullets flying out of the gun chamber at zero distance?"

But obviously, the other party who didn't intend to let the hostage live with him didn't think so.

He even pulled the trigger very simply, and then there was a "bang".

However, the result was not as he imagined——

The bullet flew out of the barrel, but went straight past Trevor's head and hit the wall behind him.

"That's why I don't like communicating with such a lifeless guy."

Miss Stark withdrew Trevor's illusion with some helplessness.

Then he threw the guy in front of him into the mirror space.

Obviously, this kind of person is more like a professional killer than a professional reporter.

She didn't bother to talk to him, she just sent him into another world to calm him down.

"Jarvis, the team is closed, I need to go back and catch up on sleep."

"Okay, miss."

Crowds of Iron Armor disappeared into the prison along with Miss Stark herself.

But what was left to the police who came to support them were only ruins and corpses all over the place.

Of course, Miss Stark didn't forget to transfer a sum of money to the prison's account before she lay down.

After all, it was the movement that I made by myself, so naturally I have to pay for it myself.

As for this loss...after the Mandarin is dealt with, I will use his property to make up for it.

But now, she plans to go to bed and have a good sleep.

Obviously, some people lay down without any psychological burden, but it does not mean that everyone is the same.

The mirror space is originally a place created by gathering energy temporarily.

At this time, Norison had just woken up from a coma.

But when he woke up, what he saw was a pure white space.

The floor is white and there is no sky overhead.

It seems that the whole world is only left with a piece of pure white.

The only color is himself in this white world.

"What the hell... is this all about?!"

There was no sound in the whole world, and the silence sent chills down the spine.

And this poor killer was thrown into such a silent world.

As time passed, his mood became more and more irritable.

What is such a world?

Is he dead, but this place is not like heaven.

Experiments have proved that it is not the most terrible thing for a person to be locked in a room without light.

The most frightening thing is that this room is not only without light, but also without any sound.

When the ambient sound is lower than ten decibels, the individual will hear the sound of his own heartbeat.

You will hear the sound of joints and bones rubbing against each other, as well as the sound of muscles stretching and tensing.

Within 48 hours, at least 90.00% of the five people will have different degrees of psychological problems.

And the remaining 5.00% can only be some deaf people who can't hear at all.

They are used to a world without sound, so naturally they don't think there is anything wrong with it.

But a world that has deprived sound and at the same time deprived words of light.

What would be the result—Norrisson felt that he had fallen into despair.

When he took over the task, he swore to the adult that he would definitely complete the task.

Of course, he also imagined that if he failed to complete the task, he would die.

But now, I don't know what kind of weird world it is.

Absolutely, definitely not the result he could have imagined.

He walked for a few minutes in either direction.

The pure white world hasn't changed at all.

He could hear his own footsteps, his own breathing.

But apart from myself, there is no feedback from this world.

"It's not a room, it's...."

At first, Norrison didn't seem too overreacting.

Then he started to find a direction and start running.

More than ten minutes have passed, and I am still running, but I have not reached the end of this world.

Norrison began to panic, he began to feel a little oppressed, and it was difficult to breathe.

In his heart, he tried to tell himself that this was just hypnosis, an illusion.

He closed his eyes and wandered around aimlessly, like a headless fly.

And when he was locked into No. 30 minutes of this world, he had given up.

He collapsed powerlessly on the pure white ground as smooth as marble.

Norrison pounded the floor again and again.

The hand bone was broken by himself, and the muscles and skin were pierced and exposed.

However, he was still pounding on the floor in a frenzy as if he didn't feel anything.

The blood left on the ground along his hand was stained with a pool of blush.

However, he still did not give up on this crazy act.

He's gone mad -- no one can help being mad.

As if there was no end to the sky, the black Beretta pistol fell out of his pocket.

Norrison looked at the pistol that fell on the ground in a daze.

The blood loss had already made him a little delirious, and madness invaded his sanity.

After a while, he reached out and grabbed the pistol as if suddenly realizing it.

There was also an indescribable ecstasy on his face.

"I can't break you, bullets are not enough."

The trigger of the pistol was pulled, and the bullets exploded in a gray cloud on the floor.

However, the bullet did not penetrate the pure white floor as he imagined.

Norrison was in despair...he really was in despair.

There was a crazy smile on his face.

Trembling, he raised the pistol and pressed it against his head.

"boom--"

PS:

Probably another way to use the mirror space

I don’t know if there was originally, if not, just take it as my mouth