Marvel: I Can Control Metal

The flame man exploded all over the internet.

The debate about him has always been at the top of the topic hot search list, and tens of millions of people have participated in this topic discussion.

'On whether 'Flaming Man' is a superhero or a government criminal. ’

"What he killed was a murderer who was carrying out robbery and murder, and he acted bravely for justice. This is justice, there is no doubt about justice."

"According to US law, this kind of robbery that did not cause major personal safety, but only a few years in prison, but the 'flame man' killed him directly, what is the difference between this and a criminal!!"

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

"I agree with the behavior of the 'flaming man', those robbers should be damned!!"

"Why didn't the Avengers catch the flame man, why, he is obviously a criminal!!"

"'Blaze Man' killed a black man. There were so many people robbing him, but he killed a black man. This is obviously racial discrimination. He should go to jail!"

"Why didn't Iron Man catch the flame man, where did the flame man go?!!"

"Clear first-hand live information video, private chat if you want!!"

"The high-definition photos of the flame man when he disappeared, the guess about the flame man's ability is incomplete..."

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Countless topics began to be debated wildly on the Internet, but no results came out all the time, but it was getting bigger and bigger. In just one day, no one in this sudden flaming man didn't know what he did.

In the Black Prison Building, Chen Haoran was also sitting on the bench holding his mobile phone and watching every news about the Fire Man, he had kept this movement 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 on the side with a smile on his face, and said directly.

"Of course I didn't sleep, and now all the topics on the Internet are discussing about me, all of them, this feeling is really great!!"

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

"It's just that their level of naming is too bad. What's 'flaming man', 'flaming man', 'rocket man' and so on, can't you think of the name 'flaming man'?"

Stacey shook her head gently, ignoring Chen Haoran, who was already a little bewildered, and walked straight to the laboratory.

And Chen Haoran sat back on his small bench again, looking at the topic of the phone, and continued to be silly.

This kind of movement this time completely released his suppressed mood and satisfied his wish to show, but the only dissatisfaction is that everyone is discussing the flame man, not his Chen Haoran.

Although he knew that he was a flame man, other people didn't know it. He wanted to go out and fly two more laps to tell everyone his identity.

If Leo hadn't been pressing him all the time, and he was afraid of being caught and dissected, he would have done it long ago.

And what is Leo doing?

He is still sleeping.

Just this morning, Leo, who got up on time, yawned involuntarily.

Still in doubt, Mingming 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 had not yet ended. This feeling made Leo lie back on the bed without hesitation, closing his eyes, and his spirit suddenly entered another dimension.

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

And after seeing Leo, he couldn't help but split his big mouth, flew towards Leo suddenly, and crashed into Leo's arms, very excited and joyful.

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

......

There was just a tinge of redness on the horizon, and in New York's Central Park, there was already a figure running here.

The pace is steady and fast, and the speed far exceeds the speed of people running in the morning.

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 such a sentence, he ran over from his left.

It was obvious that his pace was already fast, but the more sturdy figure galloped forward at twice the speed of him.

This kind of speed, even if he runs with all his strength, he doesn't know if he can catch up. Even if he can, he probably won't last for fifteen seconds.

But he just watched the person in front of him get farther and farther away, disappearing in front of him, as if it were an illusion.

Rubbing his eyes, he continued to run forward, but his footsteps accelerated by another point, almost reaching the limit of his long-distance running training.

But only ten minutes later, he heard the same footsteps behind him again, and quickly approached him.

Just like before.

"On your left."

After leaving such a sentence, he swept past him without stopping, and continued to sprint forward, and it seemed that it was still that amazing speed, which made him out of reach.

And it was this time that he guessed that it was Captain America. Except for him, no one would have such a monster-like physique.

At the very least, the speed and stamina he is showing now is simply not something a normal person can do.

But when he looked at the figure in front of him, he couldn't help but speed up his pace, and wanted to chase 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 talking!"

"On your left."

"How can this happen!!"

Rogers' words completely aroused his unyielding mentality, and 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, and it has not changed in the slightest.

Even if he did his best, he was far behind Captain America.

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

In just half an hour, he ran nearly eight kilometers, an excellent result that most ordinary people can't do.

As for his breathing disorder, he can only lie on the side weakly, supporting his throbbing lungs, panting in place.

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

A muscular man with blond hair and blue eyes, two sturdy pectoral muscles attracted the attention of many people.

"I think I'm going to change my lungs, buddy, you just ran nearly 20 kilometers in half an hour!!" Leaning against the big tree, he looked at Captain America and said.

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

"Fifty-eighth Division, Airborne Rescue, but I'm with the Veterans Service now, Sam Wilson."

"Steve Rogers."

Rogers also said, and pulled Sam up from the ground, who reached out his hand.

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