Video bloggers in American comics

Since fighting against Proxima Centauri, Zhang Ming attaches great importance to every opponent.

God knows what is going on in the little heads of these super villains.

However, no matter how careful Zhang Ming was, he never thought of focusing on the SHIELD agents.

The reason is simple - it's too familiar.

It may be a bit disrespectful to say this, but when Zhang Ming came into contact, most of the time, the grassroots agents either came to submit intelligence and materials, or they came over and said, "Oh no, something went wrong again!".

They are like supporting characters in TV series and NPCs in games.

No one will put too much energy on an NPC that can be seen everywhere.

As a result, Zhang Ming was taught a good lesson.

But...that's not right!

Before Zhang Ming set off, Coulson showed him the information on the agents he contacted. He vaguely remembered that the agents in the photo were the two people outside...

Suddenly, Zhang Ming noticed their hands holding the photos. The backs of their hands were very white. Comparing them with their slightly bronze facial skin, the truth became obvious.

They wear some kind of extremely realistic headgear that can perfectly imitate another person's face!

Zhang Ming couldn't guess whose ability this was, and now was not the time to delve into the reason.

Clip!

Entering the gray-white editing space, Zhang Ming dragged the timeline and moved forward. As long as he went back a few seconds, he could leave the photo world.

The most dangerous state for a person with abilities is when he has not activated his abilities.

Now that we know the ability of one of them, as long as he is not caught by the camera, with Zhang Ming's speed, the battle can be resolved in a few seconds.

That's what he thought, and then, the next second he discovered the problem.

The timeline cannot be dragged! Time cannot be reversed!

This is the first time Zhang Ming has encountered this kind of problem since he acquired the ability to edit.

"Little TV!"

The small TV popped out swaying, and in the photo world, it also became flat, exactly like the Bizhan APP icon.

"Why can't the clip be used?" Zhang Ming asked.

"Because in this space, there is no concept of time." Xiao TV said.

No concept of time?

A flash of light flashed, and Zhang Ming reacted.

People take photos to "freeze time" and leave the image of the flash as a permanent memory.

Since the other party's ability is called "Photo World", as long as Zhang Ming is still locked in this photo, he will not be able to use any time-based abilities.

Because in this damn place, there is no time at all.

Zhang Ming was able to make it all the way to the present in the Marvel world, and his biggest reliance was on time editing. But by chance, the other party completely restrained Zhang Ming!

Collapse loosened his tie and tore apart a flesh-colored film along his collarbone. He pulled on the film and took off an extremely realistic silicone headgear.

Under the hood, he was still a man in his thirties, but his skin was unhealthy and pale, he had thick bags under his eyes, his eyes were cloudy, and he had large tattoos on his neck.

Zhang Ming has lived in the United States for almost a year and occasionally sees such people in alleys and bars. Without exception, they are all drug addicts.

"That's it? Ha!"

Collapse brought his face closer, the corners of his mouth raised unconsciously, and he patted his companion.

"Can a guy of this level become a superhero who saves the world? This world is too cheap."

"The truth is right, the world needs us to change." The taciturn Photo World said seriously.

"Zhang Ming! Do something!"

Dior felt like a bug in a cage. He hit the border of the photo over and over again, only to be bounced back every time. Then he quickly got up again and persevered.

Zhang Ming just sent a few barrages and gave up on this unnecessary move.

Based on his understanding of the ability of the time system, since there is no concept of time in the photo, everything here is "immortal" and will not be destroyed by any kind of attack.

"Take a rest for a while." Zhang Ming said, "Although you shouldn't feel tired, at least keep your brain awake."

"What do you mean?" Dior stopped. He took a few breaths out of habit, but found that just like Zhang Ming said, he didn't even feel the slightest bit tired.

"What I mean is that everything in the photo world is frozen at the moment when the photo is taken. We cannot destroy things in this world, and the same -" Zhang Ming raised his head and looked at the two enemies outside.

"We in this world cannot be harmed."

The smile that had been hanging on Collapse's face froze, the corners of his mouth slowly dropped, and the eyes that were originally narrowed due to the smile were gradually revealed.

It was a sight full of hatred and anger,

"No wonder I can't kill Cutting and Turtle. Sure enough, I still have some skills. That's right, the photo world can only lock you in, and no one can harm you in the photo.

Moreover, there are various restrictions in the photo world. Once the ten-minute block time is up or the photo is torn up, this ability will be released. Do you feel relieved after hearing this? "

The collapse got closer and closer, until finally, in the small box in the sky, only his eyes could be seen. His face blocked the light, and the photo world became pitch black.

Zhang Ming knew that Collapse was looking at him, and his gaze was like a knife, scraping across Zhang Ming's skin.

Collapse said nothing, and the breathing in his nasal cavity became thicker and thicker.

"It was cutting that helped me quit drugs, and it was Wugui that helped me reconnect with my family, so that I, a scumbag, could have a chance to see my son again. It is my responsibility to avenge them!"

In the darkness, the sound of collapse came, and he continued: "In order to make you die in despair, I will tell you what I am capable of."

"I can shrink an object infinitely until it disappears completely. In two seconds, you will experience the bones being broken bit by bit, the internal organs turning into meat paste, and then completely disappearing from this world in pain. Okay, what else?

Last words?"

Just when Zhang Ming wanted to speak, Collapse yelled angrily: "Do you really think I want to hear my last words? You can tell them to Cutting and Wugui after you die! You damn fools!"

"I want to say, can you stay away? Your bad breath is coming in." Zhang Ming covered his nose and frowned slightly.

Zhang Ming responded with a middle finger.

Collapse handed the photo to his companion. Zhang Ming saw the picture above his head shaking, and then they were placed on a stage.

Collapse the thumbs of both hands and touch the index fingers with the index fingers to form an equilateral triangle, with the photo in the center of the triangle.

Dior saw the constipated look on Collapse's face, as if he was "exerting power", and asked Zhang Ming in a low voice: "Is there anything you can do?"

"Not at all."

"I see you were very arrogant in your remarks just now!" Dio opened his mouth wide.

"You can't be timid with your momentum, and...it really stinks."

Dior still wanted to speak, but Zhang Ming made a shushing gesture, lowered his voice and said quickly: "As long as the photo is not destroyed, we will be invincible, so he will definitely tear open the photo later and let us out. Just now he collapsed and was pulled out.

Do you still remember what it looked like?"

"After he was pulled out of the photo, his body grew bigger again and returned to normal size. This process took about... one second." Dior understood Zhang Ming's thoughts.

There must be a limit to his ability to collapse, otherwise he would just have to aim at them from a distance and then activate his ability. There is no need to go around in such a circle and perform such a show.

In other words, Zhang Ming and Dio's ability to collapse cannot be effectively used in their normal state;

When Zhang Ming and Dior were in the photo, their ability to collapse was also ineffective.

After spending so much effort, the only time for revenge that I gave myself was the moment I tore the photo apart.

One second.

Decide victory or defeat, determine life or death.