Marvel: Starting with the Glint-Glint Fruit

Even if there is only a one in a million chance of awakening a powerful ability, it is still an extremely astonishing number, and if even a small fraction of them develop ambition.

War is inevitable.

People naturally desire power, money, and beautiful women.

Now that they have power, why should the lower classes continue to suffer oppression?

Why can't they become superior people? Why can't they become rulers?

"So you betrayed us?"

Magneto didn't care about any of that; he stared coldly at Professor X.

“No, it’s a deal, or rather we should thank him for his kindness, Eric.”

"You should be glad that he is a kind man."

Professor X said with a sigh.

Magneto fell silent, remaining speechless for a long time.

The X-Men exchanged glances and shook their heads helplessly; the old man was simply too stubborn.

Especially Logan.

He had long disliked Magneto; the old man was his nemesis.

If it weren't for the professor's feelings...

He even wanted to mutter a few words like "Magneto, old man, times have changed."

Who is Matthew?

They have a monster army under their command. Reviving mutants is fine, but at least consider Matthew's existence, right?

how?

Don't you treat people like human beings?

And does it also transform all of humanity, including Matthew and his gang?

Am I being presumptuous?

.........

"This is too presumptuous, Gwen. Look what you're doing!"

On the streets of New York, Matthew was shouting and complaining, look at him.

The future emperor of a nation has now been reduced to a bag carrier, his hands laden with clothes and snacks bought by Gwen and Carrie.

This little girl is getting bolder and bolder. She doesn't act like she belongs in the family anymore, does she?

They're not even going to act anymore.

"You're Carrie's good brother, which means you're my good brother too. What's wrong with a brother accompanying his sister shopping, right, Carrie?"

The temperature in New York in October is still quite pleasant, but Gwen has already switched to a light sweater and coat.

With the change of seasons, she naturally dragged Carrie to buy clothes for autumn and even the upcoming winter.

And incidentally, he also brought along his good brother Matthew.

After spending these past few days together, she no longer considered Matthew an outsider.

Miss Gwen didn't care about Matthew's status or whether he was a billionaire.

Matthew almost laughed in anger at Gwen's self-righteous words, then glared fiercely at his good sister Carrie.

But to his surprise, Carrie responded with a sweet smile.

And in a sweet, coquettish tone: "Brother!!"

"Okay, okay, I surrender." What else could Matthew do? He had no choice but to accept it.

After all, they're already calling him "brother".

Matthew's exasperated yet helpless expression amused Gwen and Carrie, who burst into laughter.

Fortunately, Gwen wasn't a heartless slave owner.

They quickly ran to Matthew's side, one pushing him from behind while the other massaged his shoulders with her soft little hands.

They took Matthew to a dessert shop.

This dessert shop boasts a bright and charming decor and has launched many popular new products.

However, the price is relatively expensive.

Gwen decided to splurge and treat Matthew to a good meal, rewarding her good brother who had been working like a slave all afternoon.

Matthew sat in a seat by the floor-to-ceiling window, casually placing his handbag containing clothes and shoes on the seat next to him. He smiled as he watched Gwen and Carrie chatting and leaning against each other at the counter.

Clearly, he was just playfully fighting with the two sisters.

He likes this lively atmosphere.

Matthew dislikes being alone, both in his past life and in this one.

Despite possessing extraordinary strength, wealth, and status, he still disliked being aloof and maintained a certain distance from his subordinates.

That would make Matthew feel very bored.

It will make him feel alienated and repulsed by the world.

This feeling is especially strong during the period at the very beginning when the adoptive father died, and he left the town of Maggrave to seek revenge and cultivate alone.

After pursuing power, Matthew craves emotional connection.

Instead of being a heartless person.

Emotions are a double-edged sword. They can lead people to depravity and depravity, and breed unhealthy desires, but they can also become a driving force and a source of strength.

He enjoyed seeing Gwen and Carrie playfully teasing him, and he also liked that Rachel and Natasha could open up and joke with him in their daily lives.

Carrie, this poor girl, under Matthew's guidance.

With Gwen's help, the scars in his heart are gradually healing, and he has made many friends in his class.

The gloom in my heart gradually dissipated.

That's great.

Matthew enjoys seeing genuine, joyful smiles, which gives him a sense of accomplishment in changing other people's tragic fates.

Tragedy or anything like that is unnecessary.

Just be happy.

However, Matthew soon noticed that there was an unhappy guy.

A television set was hanging on the wall not far from the dessert shop, and the sound of a news broadcast could be heard coming from it.

"A brutal gun battle took place early this morning on 43rd Street in Manhattan. A club called Marina Underground was attacked. The gun battle involved a large number of light and heavy weapons, including C4 bombs, RPG-7 rocket launchers, M249 light machine guns and Claymore mines."

"According to our subsequent investigation, the number of dead and injured that night exceeded 70, and the club was affiliated with the Irish mafia."

“We have reason to suspect that this gunfight is related to The Punisher.”

The host was broadcasting with an excited tone, but the screen was showing footage of a bombed-out building with smoke rising from it. A large number of NYPD officers had arrived at the scene and set up a cordon.

There were also scenes of the host interviewing the on-site commanders and police officers.

The TV subtitles revealed that the officer was a lieutenant from the 10th Manhattan Precinct of the NYPD, dressed in a dark uniform, with a tense expression in front of the camera.

"Officer, what is the casualty situation here? What was the nature of the attack?"

"A mass shooting occurred tonight, resulting in multiple deaths. It is suspected to be a lone armed attack. We are currently investigating the identities of the victims and their connections to gangs. Details will not be released at this time. The perpetrator is unknown and is extremely dangerous. Citizens are advised to avoid going out at night."

“Officer, based on information from our informant, the attacker may be the Punisher.”

"We still need to investigate and determine the identity of the murderer."

"The Punisher?"

Matthew watched the television screen, a smile playing on his lips. He had almost forgotten about this tough guy with a tragic fate.

Chapter 192 Marvel Version of Outlaw - Male Gunner Punisher Severely Wounded (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

A red glint flashed in Matthew's eyes.

In an instant, terrifying Observation Haki combined with the electromagnetic force developed from the Rumble-Rumble Fruit swept across the entire Manhattan.

A barrage of information and images flashed before my eyes, finally settling on a muscular, shirtless man with a muscular upper body.

However, this muscular man seemed to have already fainted.

He still has many wounds and bullet holes on his body.

"Found it. Looks like you need a little help, tough guy."

Matthew withdrew his Observation Haki and flexed his fingers slightly.

The air rippled and undulated slightly.

A bright golden dandelion flashed by in an instant.

Matthew didn't want this outlaw, the Punisher, to die like that. Although the opponent was as resilient as a cockroach, he still added an extra layer of protection for him.

Just as Matthew was making his little tricks.

Gwen came over with Carrie, carrying a plate full of desserts and juices. She placed the plate on the table and then plopped down opposite Matthew.

"Try it, Matthew, this is banana pudding, red velvet cupcakes with creamy frosting, bananas and wafers inside."

"This is what I ordered, a walnut chocolate chip cookie, crispy on the outside and molten inside."

"And this, chocolate babuca roll, pecan pie."

Gwen and Carrie chattered excitedly as they introduced the desserts to Matthew, placing them in front of him. Their two different, but delicate, faces were full of anticipation.

Matthew snapped out of his reverie and saw the two little girls looking on expectantly.

I immediately understood.

So he pretended to hold the spoon and wave it back and forth over the dessert in front of him, and finally scooped them up and ate them.

Then, with his head bobbing and an immersive appreciation look, he amused Gwen and Carrie again.

She covered her mouth and giggled.

Ultimately, Matthew gave a very fair assessment.

"The banana pudding and chocolate chip cookies were good, but the others were a bit too sweet."

Matthew was very cunning. He gave the two girls good reviews for the desserts they ordered, and then harshly criticized the other desserts, saying they were too damn greasy.

That's just how Americans are.

Whether it's food or desserts, their main focus is on sweetness.

This is entirely the fault of the food manufacturers.

Because of corn.

We won't go into the details about corn here, but under the influence of these capitalists, the sugar content of various foods was consciously increased.

Many foods may not taste like corn, but they are actually made entirely of corn.

This results in many foods containing a fairly high amount of sugar.

The threshold for sweetness has been raised continuously, eventually leading to many Americans finding even plain water tasteless and adding sweeteners.

That's why Americans' butts are getting bigger and bigger these days.

There's a reason for that.

Matthew was too lazy to change these things; anyway, no matter what he ate, it wouldn't affect him.

"hey-hey."

Gwen and Carrie were unaware that Matthew had already given a scathing review of unscrupulous American capitalists, and they were delighted that their desserts had received praise from Matthew.