Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

1997, Gotham.

This Eternal Night City, the city with the highest crime rate in the United States, and the city known as hell on earth, welcomed a strange guest today. No one cared about his arrival, not even himself.

He Shenyan was wearing a windbreaker and drove a black car into the checkpoint. The staff who were supposed to search the vehicles of everyone entering the city let them go as if they didn't see him.

Old songs were playing on the radio, and the melodious jazz resonated with the sound of raindrops on the roof of the car. Together they formed a piece of music. The fingers of He Shenyan's right hand were tapping the steering wheel rhythmically. He entered from the Gotham Bridge , drove all the way straight into the city. The city lived up to the notoriety he saw in the newspaper.

Every time he passed a street corner, he could see homeless people and young people dressed very punk. There were men and women. Most of them had bright hair and exaggerated tattoos, and some even had tattoos on their noses and faces. 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 now, they are just young people who dress up like rock bands and follow the trend because they are depressed in life and have nowhere to vent.

He Shenyan looked away. He was driving his car, seemingly aimlessly wandering the streets, but in fact he had already driven into the old city of Gotham. This place is synonymous with chaos and violence. When Gotham locals cursed, They would even say, you should really go to the old city. This shows how important this area is in their hearts.

When he arrived here, Gotham, which had been a little bit of a fig leaf before, finally lifted up her skirt to He Shenyan. The lights, pedestrians, and vehicles all disappeared. What he could see were large areas of power outages, and even buildings without doors or windows. Their bodies It is riddled with bullet marks, and occasionally there are traces of explosives. But it still firmly protects the people living inside.

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

A world that sooner or later will become depraved and crazy and will be destroyed... If you want to change it, you must start changing it from the most depraved and crazy place.

He parked the car, opened the door and walked out. The raindrops fell, but did not touch his clothes and leather shoes at all. They were pushed away by invisible forces, and he walked into an alley next to the road.

A bald man with tattoos on his face saw him coming and shouted into the alley: "Hey! Victor! There is a wealthy man from uptown looking for trouble!"

After he said this, he jumped down from the box he was sitting on. He didn't put on his shirt, wearing a pair of camouflage pants and riding boots. Revealing his strong upper body, the skinhead pointed at the words on his face and shouted at He Shen Yan smiled and said: "Hey, rich man, you came to Xiacheng District because you wanted your brothers to help you open the back door? I know that many of you like this kind of gameplay... As long as you give me enough money, it's not no!"

He laughed at his own joke, showing his yellow teeth.

He Shenyan walked past without looking at him. 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 was even more strange was that no blood came out.

He was about to scream, but he fell to the ground in the next second, and the bones in his body were twisted and turned into an impossible angle. If I had to describe it, he now looked like a basketball.

What's worse is that he is still alive.

He Shenyan continued walking inside, and several bald men were gathered in a circle, holding a backpack in their hands. A bald man wearing a white undershirt saw his arrival and took out a dagger from his pocket: "

Damn it, why didn’t that idiot Sass stop you?”

He ran over and swung the dagger at He Shenyan. The mage stood on the spot, not dodging or evading. The dagger gradually merged with the man's knife-holding arm in mid-air, and the red-hot metal and flesh were placed together.

, the burning smell and pain caused caused the man to faint in the blink of an eye.

"You... what the hell are you?!" They began to scream, and the leader dropped the backpack in his hand and pulled out the pistol from his waist. What happened next, he couldn't believe it anyway.

He saw that his hand had passed through the gun, but he could not pull it out. He did not believe in evil, so he tried once, twice, and three times. The gun was obviously at his waist, but the man could never touch it.

It, this scene made him suspect that he had taken too much medicine yesterday and burned out his brain. But the strange man standing in front of him seemed so real.

He was very tall and thin. He was wearing a windbreaker, and his appearance was inhumanly handsome. His pale face was expressionless, and a red light suddenly flashed in his black eyes, causing him to scream and fall to the ground——

The pain and grounding sensation that should have come did not come. He opened his eyes in confusion and found that his other self was standing where he was.

He looked down at his illusory hands and suddenly understood.

It turns out it's not the gun's problem... it's my problem. Is this the soul? Am I dead?

The strange man answered his question, and his voice seemed to be coming from far away from the horizon, passing through the shimmering rain curtain, and reaching his ears.

"Yes, you are already dead. And you will die again. How does it feel?"

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"Let me see... Victor Pacilio, um, an Italian joined the skinheads? It's quite rare." The fat police detective was wearing a windbreaker, eating a burger in his hand, and another

Holding files 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 had a look of reluctance on their faces, but work is work, and they still protected the scene very well.

A black shadow fell from the sky, and his hoarse and ugly voice remained the same as before: "Any clues?"

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

Look through it.

He continued: "Let me tell you, Bat. Things are a bit bad this time. Only one of the seven bastards here is alive. Although I wish that all these scum are dead, the one who is alive... he might as well be dead."

A bolt of lightning flashed across the sky, and the rumble of thunder heralded the coming of heavy rain. Batman raised his head. He asked: "Harvey, what's wrong with him?"

"All the bones in his body were inexplicably twisted, including blood vessels and organs. The doctor said he had never seen anything like this before. Medically speaking, this man should have died immediately. But now he looks like a living person.

Basketball...that's the worst part about it. Bats, ugh."

"I see."