Marvel: Starting with the Glint-Glint Fruit

Just as the two girls were feeling somewhat disappointed, the space seemed to suddenly shatter, and then everything went blurry.

The two left the mirror space dimension and returned to the real world.

There is a park in front of us.

A light drizzle, carrying a cool, damp air, slowly fell across the park.

The damp, tree-lined path was covered with a thin layer of water, and the narrow, winding stream beside us was rippling with tiny waves from the rain. The sound of the stream mingled with the soft patter of raindrops on the leaves.

A thin layer of rain and mist covered the open lake in the distance, and there were few tourists. The whole park was immersed in a damp and hazy rain.

A faint ripple spread through the air, and Skye and Jessica were still somewhat disoriented as they suddenly fell back into reality from the spatial folds of the mirror dimension.

The cool, damp grass beneath my feet instantly replaced the smoke and grime of the previous battle with the sounds of rain and the scent of grass and trees from the surrounding city park.

For a moment, they hadn't quite synchronized with reality. The two subconsciously looked around, but didn't see Matthew. A sense of emptiness swept through their hearts.

I heard soft footsteps behind me.

They all turned their heads and saw Matthew holding an umbrella, with a metal plate in one hand and three steaming cups of milk coffee on it, walking slowly towards them through the fine rain.

We stopped on the riverside sidewalk.

Seeing the two girls with bright eyes, Matthew smiled and said, "Come and sit down."

There was a bench next to him and a big tree behind him.

Most of the benches in the park are outdoors, but there are also many with large, lush trees that can provide shelter from light rain.

Skye and Jessica exchanged a glance and then immediately walked over.

Matthew reached out and handed over the iron tray. The two women took the steaming coffee without ceremony, and sat down after Matthew did.

Without Matthew making any move, the iron plate vanished from his hand in a wisp of light.

He took a small sip of his own cup of milk coffee, first tasting the rich, creamy flavor, smooth and silky, like it was coated with a layer of warm milk fat, without the bitterness or acidity of black coffee.

The coffee was obviously very good.

Even Matthew, who doesn't have a strong impression of coffee, thought it was pretty good. It seems he was lucky to find a decent coffee truck.

"It's delicious." Skye and Jessica praised it after finishing their drink.

How would you rate your performance in this practical exercise?

Matthew sat down next to the two girls, but instead of looking at them, he gazed at the scenery ahead.

He didn't rush to comment.

Jessica spoke first, clearly having briefly reviewed the situation in her mind after the fight.

"The passing grade is that I lack experience in close combat and effective means in ranged combat. I need to master all physical techniques except Moonwalk as soon as possible, and also awaken dual-color Haki."

"The teamwork with Skye wasn't smooth enough. We panicked a bit at the beginning of the battle, but it went pretty well later."

"Me too. I lack experience in actual combat, and my ability control precision is insufficient. I have an advantage in long-range attack methods and destructive power, but my coordination is insufficient, and I lack the combination of body and ability in close combat."

Skye blurted it out.

Matthew nodded in satisfaction; instead of criticizing, he praised the two women.

"This is the first time I've taken you out for a real-world exercise, and you've already done a very good job. In particular, you know how to review the situation and find your own shortcomings, which means you understand what it means to respect others."

The reverence he spoke of was not reverence for battle or cowardice, but rather a manifestation of caution and seriousness.

I will not become arrogant just because I have the power to win this battle.

Of course, he believed that neither of the two women could be proud.

If they had even a shred of pride, not to mention Matthew, the warriors of the two major battle groups, led by Reicher and Natasha, would not have shown them any mercy just because they were young and girls.

Because the two women were injected with the third-generation serum, their initial growth rate was higher than that of the warriors who were injected with the first-generation serum.

However, potential is potential, and combat is combat. Before they grow up to be on par with Raiche and others, they are all rookies.

The methods experienced players use to beat newbies are incredibly ruthless.

Even if they grow stronger than the veterans in the future, if they become even slightly arrogant or complacent, these battle-hardened warriors will have ways to defeat them.

Seeing that the two women remained composed, Matthew refrained from mentioning the matter further.

Instead, he smiled and asked, "Now that you're back in New York, I'll give you a day off so you can have a good rest."

"Boss, what about training?" The two women were initially pleased, but then hesitated.

Matthew shook his head: "It's only one day. You won't have much time to relax when you get back to base."

As I said before, both women are very young.

He will take into account the mental state of both girls, since neither Skye nor Jessica are heroes who will mature after experiencing setbacks.

Overly intense and rigorous training can also drain their emotions.

Therefore, Matthew's treatment of the two girls was completely different from his treatment of Rachel and the others.

Taking care of the emotions and mental state of subordinates is one of the virtues of a good leader.

Sure enough, upon hearing Matthew's words, Skye and Jessica immediately cheered, even excitedly throwing themselves at Matthew and giving him a hard kiss on the face.

However, after the kiss, the two women stiffened and immediately retreated, glancing down at Matthew with great trepidation.

Unexpectedly, Matthew covered his face, looking like he'd been violated by the two bad women, and his expression was quite comical.

This made the two women burst into laughter.

The clear laughter, like that of a lark, brought a touch of joy to this tranquil park.

Chapter 150 You've really excited those little guys, Mr. Matthew (Seeking monthly votes)

Matthew gave the two girls a holiday, and after some chattering, they wanted to drag Matthew along on a trip.

But Matthew refused.

It's not that he's aloof; in reality, aside from his abilities and assets, he's just a young man in his late twenties.

Having a mature mindset doesn't mean he doesn't like crowds.

He also likes to play.

It's just that the way we play is a little different.

But today he brought two girls to New York, not only to let them experience real combat, but also to take the opportunity to visit Xavier's Teen Mutant School.

The goal, of course, is to access the unknown dimension linked to the eyes of Laser-Eye Scott.

Matthew had visited the mutant school before, so his visit to the school went much more smoothly.

However, he was visiting as a guest, so he drove there.

Unlike at the beginning, Matthew's wealth can no longer be described as merely rich.

Getting a car isn't a big deal.

In fact, he owns mansions and estates in almost every country and city around the world.

It can only be said that Hydra's wealth, combined with Drake's, grew incredibly fast.

Matthew drove a 1970 Dodge Warrior.

Pure muscle car.

The matte black Dodge American muscle car, with its wide body, bulging hood, and deep roar of the V8 engine, is the most imposing street beast on the streets of New York.

Matthew isn't a car enthusiast, but being able to drive a luxury car is clearly a pleasure.

It's not just about status; it's also about enjoying the admiring glances from all directions while driving.

That's how young people are.

Soon, he drove to the school, a 100-hectare school transformed from a mansion. Its exterior was old and solemn, and the school was surrounded by forests and lakes, with a beautiful natural environment.

There was a large metal gate blocking the way when we arrived.

However, because he had contacted us in advance, the gate opened automatically when he arrived.

The car drove into the school.

The deep, rough roar of the engine pierced through the forest, instantly attracting many mutant students who were playing on the lawn and trails after class. A group of students turned their heads to look, their eyes filled with amazement.

"Wow, look, that's a 1970 Dodge Warrior."

"My God, this is absolutely perfect, like a top-quality steak."

"Look at those lines, that sound, it's like a honey-drizzled brownie, so captivating."

"The matte black body paired with this V8 is like the most addictive bite in an American dessert, so cool."

"Who could resist such a beast? Just hearing the engine is enough to send your adrenaline soaring."

The girls were fine, but the boys were truly ecstatic, wishing they could get in the car and drive this beast themselves.

Matthew parked his car on the road in front of the school building.

Many students in the distance and along the corridor gathered around, looking on with excitement and curiosity to see who had come to the school.

All the students knew very well that the school's teachers did not own this car.

They are clearly guests.

Soon the driver's side door was opened, and Matthew got out.

A heavy black crew neck T-shirt, paired with a black denim jacket, and dark gray washed straight-leg cargo jeans and black high-top retro cargo boots.

His refined features, combined with the classic American muscle car beside him, create an image that is both wild and restrained.

The girls were smitten, and the boys thought Matthew was so cool.

"Hey buddy, is this your car?"

At that moment, a boy with an arrogant expression walked over, glanced at the muscle car, and said with an envious tone.

The boy was young and looked about the same age as Matthew. He had light blond, side-parted, medium-length hair with fluffy, slightly permed hair on top and shorter hair on the sides. His bangs were swept to one side, giving him a slightly rebellious and messy look.

He wore a distressed black hooded jacket with the collar loose and open, a black fitted top that accentuated his sleek figure, and dark workwear jeans.

"Yeah, isn't he handsome?"

Matthew glanced at the boy and recognized him from his expression.

“That’s so cool!” The boy exclaimed excitedly, extending his hand. “My name is John.”

However, just as he reached out his hand, a gentle female voice came from the side.

"Mr. Matthew, welcome back to the school. The professor is waiting for you." With her signature burgundy shoulder-length hair and gentle demeanor, it was none other than Jean Grey, the Phoenix.

Matthew didn't rush to answer, but instead looked at the boy named John.

He extended his hand and shook it: "Matthew."

After saying that, he followed Qin into the school.

Seeing Matthew leave with Jean, the other students immediately surrounded Dodge, taking out their phones to film and discuss the situation.

John, however, seemed lost in thought as he watched Matthew's retreating figure.

Suddenly, an arm wrapped around John's neck.

John turned his head and saw his good friend Bobby.

"Hey buddy, what are you looking at? You don't know how? Huh?"

Bobby is also white, with short, choppy hair, wispy bangs, and slightly curled ends. She seems to have a very sunny personality, but when she talks about John, she makes a funny face as if to say, "Are you going to become gay?"

It's obviously a joke.

John nudged his friend's chest with his elbow, then turned back and stared intently in the direction Matthew had gone: "I just think that guy is a bit unusual."

"How is it not simple?"

Bobby was acting strangely.

“I don’t know, but I always feel a strange sense of nervousness when I’m facing him.” John said seriously.