The Wittrum of the Marvel Universe

Leon originally wanted to carry Gwen and fly over, but Gwen refused, blushing.

She's a superhero!

A hero should have a superhero-like entrance. If Leon carries him away and people see him, his image will be completely ruined!

Okay, it's not far anyway, it'll be quick to get there.

Five blocks away, a stolen taxi is speeding down the road.

Two burly blue robbers sat in the front of the car, while an elderly man with a white beard, the chief advisor of the Stark Group, sat in the back.

"Hurry up, old man! Where is Stark Industries' armory? We need a lot of concentrated uranium!"

"If you don't want to suffer, just say so and we'll release you immediately!"

The Moller twins sped along while threatening and intimidating each other.

They kidnapped the chief advisor to obtain concentrated uranium, manufacture weapons, and then rob the Federal Reserve's vaults! Let's do something big!

The white-bearded old man had a vacant look in his eyes and showed no sign of resistance even though he was tied up.

The Muller twins scratched their heads in disbelief, making their already bald heads look even thinner.

They were a little worried. "Could this old guy have dementia?"

The other Moller couldn't accept this reality. "You idiot, are you saying we went through all that trouble only to kidnap an old man with dementia?!"

"Hey old man, do you remember where Stark Industries stores its weapons?"

"..." The white-bearded old man remained silent, staring blankly at the ceiling.

The two Moller twins were getting a headache just looking at it.

"Never mind, we've already kidnapped him, let's take him away first and then ask him slowly."

Another Moller said, "At worst, we'll treat his Alzheimer's first."

"Wait, what is he doing?"

The Moller twins suddenly noticed that the white-bearded old man, who had been in a daze, was writing something with his head down. Although his body was tied up, his hands were not, and he was writing and drawing in a small notebook with a fountain pen he carried with him.

"Is he calculating how far we've driven? Maybe he wants to tip off the police!"

"Don't worry, there won't be any signs on the road once we leave the city, so he won't be able to count."

The white-bearded old man first glanced at the odometer on the car, then looked down at his own watch, and suddenly gave a wicked smile.

One of the Moller twins exclaimed, "This senile old man is actually a physics genius! He calculated our displacement by multiplying the car's speed by the time, and thus obtained our location information!"

"Quickly, don't keep the car moving at a constant speed."

Moller floored the accelerator, causing the car's steady speed to become erratic.

“Now you can’t do anything about his steady pace, can you?” The Moller twins said smugly, daring to show off their intelligence in front of the two scientists.

The white-bearded old man calmly took out another piece of paper from his shirt pocket, unfolded it, glanced at his watch, and continued calculating.

"Wait, he's starting to calculate again. What is he calculating?"

Another person, Möller, replied instantly: "I understand. Our speed is constant for a very short time, so he wrote down the differential equation for the displacement in a very short time, and then integrated it, and he was still able to calculate it."

"Damn, he's a genius."

"What are you standing there for now that you've already said it? Hurry up and cover the dashboard."

"This is torture," Müller exclaimed, covering the dashboard with a black cloth.

The white-bearded old man bent down, and another tool appeared in his hand.

Upon seeing this tool, the Moller twins were astonished as if they'd seen a ghost. "Fuck, this old man actually carries a pendulum astrolabe with him?!"

The old man glanced at the pendulum and watch, then continued to write and draw.

“This guy is testing our acceleration!” the Moller twins said.

At this moment, the white-bearded old man finally spoke for the first time, his words immediately sarcastic, his voice full of wisdom: "Oh, you actually know Newton's Second Law."

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Chapter 45 Mystery

"How did you do that!" the Moller twins exclaimed in surprise.

The white-bearded old man explained, "In a gravitational field, in order for the ball to achieve the same acceleration as the car, it needs to tilt to make gravity and tension combine into a centripetal force, based on Newton's second law. Therefore, by calculating the tilt angle, we can obtain your acceleration."

"You idiot old man, who asked you that? We're asking you where you hid the pendulum instrument when you brought it here!"

The white-bearded old man's answer made the blue faces of the Moller twins turn green with anger, feeling that their intelligence had been insulted.

Do they even know something as simple as Newton's second law?!

"What should we do? Now that he has measured the acceleration, he can solve second-order differential equations with unknown time. We can't stop him from calculating us."

“I have a plan, since the solution to a differential equation depends on the boundary conditions.”

The other Moller twin turned around casually, took off the white-bearded old man's watch, and said, "Isn't that enough?"

"..."

"You did not defeat him with wisdom."

"Who said that taking off his watch isn't wisdom?"

"Shut up, you clone."

"I am the main body, you are the clone!"

Just as the two Moller twins were arguing about who was the original and who was the clone, Gwen Spider's figure fell from the sky and slammed heavily onto the hood of the yellow taxi.

The impact caused the taxi to lurch violently.

"Ta-da! The hero has arrived! Your friendly neighbor, Spider-Man!"

Gwen struck a classic hero's entrance pose, clearly something she had practiced countless times in front of the television and was finally putting to good use.

"Don't move! Release that hostage and surrender. I don't want to hurt you." Gwen shouted a warning to the Moller twins through the car window.

"Where did these flies come from? Get out of the way!"

When the Moller twins pulled a pistol-like weapon from their pockets, Gwen's spider senses went berserk.

Without further hesitation, she fired the spider silk from her wrist; the two tough strands of silk, after shattering the windshield, stuck firmly to the faces of the Muller twins like a wad of sticky chewing gum.

"NO! I can't see the road clearly."

"You damned little bug!"

The Mueller twins raised their large hands to tear the spider silk off their faces; thankfully, although they were scientists, they were also quite strong.

With the strength of five tons, he successfully ripped the spider silk off his face before the taxi crashed into the building, thus stopping the car.

Looking back, the white-bearded old man who had been tied to the back seat had been rescued.

"Oh no, the person has been rescued!"

"Run away!"

Unlike the usual villains who lose their minds in a fit of rage when their actions are disrupted by heroes.

The Muller twins have always had a clear goal: everything they do is to make money!

Then they used the money they obtained to conduct research.

Now that the white-bearded old man they wanted to use to obtain concentrated uranium has been rescued, there is no need for them to stay and engage in a pointless battle with those superheroes.

"Hehe, aren't I amazing?"

Gwen held the white-bearded old man, wrapped like a zongzi (sticky rice dumpling), upside down under the eaves like a spider, her tone full of smugness.

See, as her first appearance as Gwendoline, she perfectly fulfilled her mission.

She's definitely suited to be a superhero.

"great."

Leon said calmly, "But as a hero, you can't let the criminals get away."

His eyes flashed red, and he suddenly fired a laser at the fleeing taxi tires.

The tire was shot out, and the two Moller twins quickly abandoned the car and ran away.

It was in that instant that Leon finally saw the full picture of the Muller twins, leaving his mind blank.

"Wait... what did he see? The Mueller Twins?!"

How is that possible!

It's worth noting that the Muller twins were contemporaries of Emperor Mark.

More than 500 years have passed; they should have died of old age long ago.

Even if they survived by constantly cloning, haven't they already reformed? Why are they starting to steal things again?

"Stop right there!"

Leon wanted to understand everything, to figure out what was really going on.

There is definitely something terrible going on here.

"Get out of here!"

The two Muller twins turned and pulled the trigger at Leon.

Leon turned his head, letting the azure freezing rays graz his cheek and land on the building behind him, instantly freezing a large area of ​​the dozens of stories high building.

bang~

Leon suddenly appeared in front of the Moller Twins, first shattering their frozen guns with a punch, then knocking them to the ground with another.

He picked up the two unconscious people and said to Gwen, "I'm leaving this to you. I'm going back first."

Before Gwen could reply, Leon had already carried the unconscious Moller twins and flown towards home.

It landed directly in front of its sister, Terra, who was lying on a beach chair and sunbathing in the back of the courtyard.

"Sister, please contact Father for me. I have something important to tell him."

"What is this...?"

At first, she was taken aback when she saw Leon carrying two strange blue Terra figures, but then she noticed Leon's serious expression. She had never seen her little brother look like that before, and solemnly said, "I understand."

She walked to the spaceship that had brought her to Earth, opened the cabin door, and connected directly to Witrum through the communicator inside.

"Little brother~ come here." Terra, with her beautiful figure, leaned against the cabin door and beckoned to Leon.

Leon answered the phone and heard his father's voice again after half a month.

"What's wrong, Terra?"

"It's my dad, and this is what happened..."

After a while, Leon hung up the phone.

"How so?" Terra asked curiously, while constantly glancing at the Moller twins out of the corner of her eye.

Was he my father's former enemy?

Leon gave a wry smile. "Father is personally mediating the racial conflict between two alien planets and cannot leave for the time being, so he will send General Craig over."

“That’s just how my father is. He values ​​harmony in the universe above all else. You don’t need to worry about it,” Terra shrugged, offering words of comfort.

“I know, and I don’t resent my father for not coming in person.” Leon’s eyes showed worry. “I just feel that this matter is not as simple as my father thinks.”

Mark suspects that the Moller twins have survived to this day by constantly changing bodies using their cloning technology.

As for why these two, who had supposedly reformed, are now robbing again, it's because they were never good people in the true sense.

Mark had General Craig come over in person so that the Moller twins could be taken back for interrogation.

Around dusk, a spaceship with a Wittrum-esque technological style descended from the sky.

Simple and efficient.

The cabin door opened, and several Star Warriors, led by General Craig, filed out of the spaceship.

Since this trip was for official business, they simply gave Leon and Terra a slight bow, saying, "Your Highness."