Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

Gotham in 1997.

This city of eternal night, the city with the highest crime rate in the United States, and the city that enjoys the reputation of hell on earth, welcomed a strange guest today. No one cared about his arrival, not even himself.

He Shenyan was wearing a trench coat. He drove a black car into the checkpoint, but the staff who were supposed to search every vehicle entering the city let it go as if they didn't see him.

There are old songs on the radio, and the melodious jazz resonates with the sound of raindrops dripping on the roof of the car, and together they make up a piece of music. He Shenyan's right fingers were tapping the steering wheel rhythmically. He entered from the Gotham Bridge and drove straight all the way into the city. The city lived up to the notoriety he saw in the newspapers.

On every street corner, he could see homeless homeless people and young men dressed in very punk clothes. There are men and women, mostly with bright hair, exaggerated tattoos, and even nose and face piercings. But these are just people who come out to have fun, and they are far from the dark corner of the city.

Maybe they will be in the future, but for now, they are just some young people who learn to dress up in rock bands and catch up with the trend because they have nowhere to vent their life.

He Shenyan looked away. He was driving his car, seemingly aimlessly wandering the street, but in fact he had already driven to the old town of Gotham. It's synonymous with chaos and violence, and Gotham natives will even say, when you're cursing, you should really go to Old Town. It can be seen that this area has a place in their hearts.

At this point, Gotham, who had a little fig leaf before, finally lifted her skirt to He Shenyan. The lights and pedestrians and vehicles all disappeared. All he could see were large swathes of buildings without power or even doors and windows. Their bodies were riddled with bullet marks, and occasionally there were traces of explosives. But still strong to protect the people who live inside.

There are no people on the streets, but not necessarily in the alleys. All kinds of illegal transactions and behaviors are happening all the time. He Shenyan showed a smile, he knew that this was the place he was looking for.

A world that, sooner or later, will become depraved and insane and thus destroyed... If it is to be changed, it must be changed from its most depraved and insane.

He parked the car, pulled the door open and came out. The raindrops fell, but they didn't touch his clothes and shoes at all. They were all pushed aside by invisible forces, and he walked into an alley by the road.

A bald man with tattoos on his face saw him coming and shouted into the alley, "Hey! Victor! There's a rich guy from Uptown looking for trouble!"

After saying this, he jumped off the box where he was sitting. He was shirtless, with a pair of camouflage pants and riding boots underneath.

Showing his strong upper body, the skinhead pointed to the words on his face and said to He Shenyan with a smile: "Hey, rich guy, did you come to Xiacheng when you didn't have to, do you want some brothers to help you get through the back door? I know you have Many people love this kind of gameplay... As long as you have enough money, it's not impossible!"

He laughed at the joke he told, showing his yellow teeth.

He Shenyan didn't even look at him and walked past. The bald man stretched out his hand to stop him, but found that his raised right hand had fallen to the ground at some point. What's even weirder is that there is no blood gushing out.

He just wanted to scream, but fell to the ground in the next second, the bones all over his body twisted, turning into an impossible angle. If I had to describe it, he looks like a basketball now.

To make matters worse, he was still alive.

He Shenyan continued to walk inside, and several men with bald heads were forming a circle, carrying a backpack in their hands. A bald man in a white undershirt saw him coming, and took out a dagger from his pocket: "Damn, why didn't the idiot of Saas stop you?"

He ran over and waved the dagger towards He Shenyan. The mage stood there, not dodging or evading. The dagger gradually merged with the man's arm in mid-air, and the red-hot metal and flesh were placed together. , The burning smell and pain caused the man to faint in the blink of an eye.

"Fuck you... hell, what the hell are you?!" They started screaming, the leader dropped the backpack in his hand and pulled the pistol from his waist, and then what happened, he couldn't believe it anyway.

He saw his hand go through the gun, but couldn't get it out. He didn't believe in evil and tried once, twice, three times. The pistol was clearly on his waist, but the man couldn't touch it. This scene made him suspect that he had taken too much dose yesterday and burned his brain. But the strange man standing in front of him seemed so real.

He is very tall and thin. Wearing a windbreaker, his appearance is not human-like, his pale face is expressionless, and a red light flashes suddenly in those black eyes, making him scream and fall to the ground - the pain and touch that should come The sense of ground did not come. He opened his eyes in confusion, and found the other self standing there.

He looked down at his illusory hands and suddenly understood.

Turns out it's not the gun's problem...it's my problem, is it the soul? Am I dead?

The unfamiliar man answered his question, his voice seemed to be coming from the sky, passing through Xiaoxiao's rain curtain, and came to his ears.

"Yes, you're dead. Also, you're going to die again, how does it feel?"

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"Let me see... Victor Paciglio, um, an Italian joins the skinheads? Rare." The fat detective in a trench coat eats one hamburger and the other File in hand.

The scene has been protected, and the old city is also not a good place in the Gotham Police Department. At least the people who came to the police station have a reluctant look on their faces, but work is work, and they still protect the scene well.

A black shadow fell from the sky, and his hoarse voice was the same as always: "What clues?"

"Oh, good evening, bat." The fat detective nodded insincerely on his hat, even as a greeting. He handed the file in his hand to the man dressed like a bat, who turned it over.

He went on to say, "Let me tell you, bat. This time things are a little bad. Only one of the seven bastards is alive, and although I wish all these scumbags were dead, the one alive...he might as well be dead."

A flash of lightning flashes across the sky, and a rumble of thunder heralds a torrential rain, and Batman looks up. He asked, "Harvey, what's wrong with him?"

"The bones in his whole body are inexplicably twisted, including blood vessels and organs. The doctor said that he had never seen such a situation. Medically, this person should have died immediately. But he looks like a living person now. basketball...that's the worst point. Bat, alas."

"I see."