100% Psionic Power In Marvel

The boss and the black people peeped face to face. The drunk young people on the round table were all awake at the moment. They found themselves on the ground, and the unfinished drink on the table was spilled on their faces.

"What?"

"Earthquake." The boss explained.

Several people complained a few words, and helped each other out of the bar.

Only Ivan knew that this was not an earthquake.

Just when the black man grabbed his shoulder with his hand, a sense of resistance rose in his heart, and at that time he was imagining that he would use his superpower to fight a certain villain...

Thus, such a scene was created, which can be said to be unintentional.

If Ivan hadn't suppressed the release at the moment when the psionic energy erupted, he even felt that this block would be ruined, and even schools that were a certain distance away would be affected.

After learning about psionic energy for such a long time, he vaguely estimated how powerful the psychic energy that almost burst out of his body was just released unintentionally.

"so close..."

Ivan murmured, he didn't dare to breathe at the moment, for fear of destroying something accidentally.

For him, it's a fragile world.

"Don't be afraid, boy, the earthquake is over."

The boss saw Ivan muttering to himself, looking terrified, and quickly comforted.

"How long has it been since New York had an earthquake?" Lucas, the black man, also recovered, he asked the boss.

"It's been a long time, I'm going to get the tools to clean up the house."

After the boss turned into the back room, the black Lucas turned his head and looked at Ivan: "Boy, how are you?"

Ivan nodded: "I'm fine, why did you catch me just now?"

"Want to see how your physique is," Lucas said.

"Um..."

"I think you are quite thin. Actually, I have a gym nearby. You can come and exercise if you have nothing to do."

Lucas took out a card: "This has the address on it."

"Thank you." Ivan took the card and put it in the pocket of his jeans.

Do gangsters have serious jobs too? What the hell is that called...

Looking at Ivan's slightly puzzled expression, Lucas gave a rare smile: "I have been on the streets since I was fifteen years old, and I have worked hard for six years now, collecting protection fees and so on, I do all those things. Pass."

"Um..."

"Now that I have some savings, I know I can't be a jerk forever, and I want to quit washing my hands and live some peaceful life."

"Oh."

"If you can, help me spread the word to the boys at school. It's only sixteen dollars a month, and the equipment is free to use." Lucas said.

This price is not expensive at all!

"I'll pay you three dollars for every person you introduce to my gym for a monthly pass, how about that?"

"Did you fool someone to your gym again?" The boss smiled and walked out of the back room with a cleaning tool. "Your facilities are not very comprehensive."

"So what? My family is the only one nearby, but I've been very optimistic about the location."

"That's why you dare to open a gym there."

That night, Ivan met Lucas, a black man who opened a gym.

From then on, Ivan went to Lucas's gym to exercise almost every afternoon after school.

Not because I want to become a muscular man, but because I want to make myself less susceptible to diseases by strengthening my body.

Whether it was the last life or this life, Ivan was very thin and small, and Ivan always believed that the weak body was easy to be entangled by the disease.

In New York, children of the same age are born strong. In contrast, Ivan's limbs are slender, and he wants to improve the current situation through exercise.

Jessica soon discovered that Ivan went out to play by himself every day after school, and after her questioning, learned that Ivan was going to the gym, so,

She occasionally goes to the gym with Ivan when she doesn't have extra classes.

Although I heard that the security around here is not very good, Ivan has not encountered a bad person in the past month. He hopes to meet some so that he can practice the actual control of psionic energy.

Unfortunately, villains are not so easy to meet.

On this day, after school, Jessica said that she was going to attend a certain classmate's birthday party. Ivan was not invited and did not plan to go, so after dinner at a nearby restaurant, she walked alone on the way to the gym.

Lucas’s gym is still pretty remote, and it’s hard to tell there’s a gym here without much publicity.

Just when he was about to arrive, a red-haired youth blocked Ivan's way on the road.

"Are you coming?" Ivan had a hunch that someone was finally going to trouble him.

"Hand over all your cash, and then you can go." The red-haired youth reported the purpose.

"Sorry, no." Ivan sensed his own psionic power. He has been practicing controlling psionic power this month, and he has already controlled it very well.

But he still didn't dare to be careless, because the previous practice objects were all objects, but now it is to be used on people.

He predicted that if he wanted to teach the red-haired young man in front of him a lesson, he would have to suppress his psychic energy to a level smaller than that of bending a pen.

Now is the time to test the results of your practice!

"Where's your money? It should be there, right?" The redhead licked the broken hair on his forehead, took out the dagger from his waist, and said maliciously.

"It was robbed," Ivan said. "I've been hungry all day."

it is good! That's it! When the opponent shoots me, I control the power to counterattack!

"Is that so? It seems..." The red hair stared at Ivan coldly, playing with the dagger in his hand.

Ivan is ready for any situation!

"I can only let you go." The red hair said such a sentence.

"E?" Ivan was slightly surprised.

"What's wrong?" The redhead raised his eyebrows.

"Just let me go?" Ivan asked blankly.

He now has a mood of 'I've taken off my pants, show me this'.

"What if you don't? You have no money, and you've been hungry all day." The redhead said lightly, not returning the dagger to his waist.

"You won't hit me? You should be very angry if you can't get the money." Ivan held the psychology of fishing law enforcement and hoped that the other party would not just give up.

"Why should I waste my energy beating you? I said you can go." As the redhead said, he leaned against a big tree and sat down, took out his phone and played with it.

(?д?;) Are all bad guys so easy to get rid of, they don't need super powers at all, they all say that the Marvel world is dangerous...

Thinking like this, Ivan had to give up, knowing that he was rich.

However, just as he was about to walk past the redhead, the redhead suddenly raised his head and stared at Ivan coldly.

"Stop for me," he said coldly.

Sure enough... not so simple.

Ivan turned his body to the red-haired youth, only to see that the youth stood up and walked towards him.

One step, two steps, three steps...

Finally he came to Ivan.

"Take it."

He handed over five dollar bills.

"what?"

"Aren't you hungry all day? Take it, you will have a stomachache if you are hungry all the time," said the red-haired youth.