Transformers In Marvel

　　 I am Pietro Maksimov, and I grew up in a gypsy family, and I live with my twin sister Wanda Maksimov.

　　 The surname Maksimov comes from that Gypsy. They are very kind. They adopted us when we were babies and took care of us as adults.

　　 When I was a teenager, I suddenly discovered that I had a speed far beyond ordinary people, and I could run faster and faster. At the time, I didn't even know how fast I could run. When my adoptive parents found out, they solemnly warned me and told me not to show my speed to outsiders. I overheared their conversation, and the adoptive parents talked about the words "mutants" and so on.

　　 In those days, the TV and newspapers were full of news about a villain. That villain was the world's largest terrorist. People feared him and cursed him. People call that villain and the groups that follow him "mutants" and "brotherhoods".

　　 I learned the name of the villain later, and the public called him Magneto.

　　 Until a few years ago, the villain named Magneto came to the door. It was a nightmare. We said goodbye to a peaceful life. Without the slightest reason, without the slightest explanation, Magneto has forcibly taken away my sister and me until now.

　　 We are under his hands and have to undergo rigorous training every day. The villain said that he would maximize the potential of both of us and he wanted to train us to be the strongest fighters.

　　My speed is getting faster and faster, and no one can catch up with me. I gradually know that I am also a member of the "mutant" group. There is nothing wrong with this. I have the strength, and no one dares to bully me. The people who bullied me before, I ran back all the way and beat them one by one, I'm afraid they still don't know what happened.

I fought with another wave of mutant forces. As long as a moment, I could tie them up and throw them to another city. Every time after the war, the other party would try their best to find me and ask me to Which city did people go to?

　　 I am very happy, very proud, and always have a great sense of glory. This was impossible to appear on me before. I am proud of being a mutant.

　　 But I always have a huge sense of fear for that villain, I am not his opponent. Sister Wanda, on the contrary, always feels intimate with that villain.

　　 Until the truth is revealed, or the truth we thought was revealed, the villain neither admitted nor refuted it.

　　 Then he sent me out and asked me to find someone named Downey. For no reason, he just let me go.

　　I saw people, how can I put it, my first impression is...it's annoying...

　　……

Countless fists slammed on Downey, and he was embarrassed. His body was beaten into the air, and he was beaten back and forth by fists from nowhere. The whole person seemed to be repeatedly pulled by some huge force and flew up and down in the air. go with.

　　 It only takes a moment, and Pietro is able to punch Downey several times from the front and back at the same time with his exaggerated speed. Don't think that the fists of people with speed ability are as good as ordinary people. With the help of acceleration, they can hit the power in tons as the basic unit with a single punch. Ordinary fists are the best weapons for those with speed ability.

　　 A person with speed ability like Pietro can be several times dozens of times the speed of sound when he runs. This requires his own body to be strong, otherwise he would have exploded in breaking through the sound barrier.

　　 Not to mention that he paid great attention to avoiding the mess on the ground while running, and he was still able to do well.

　　 Downey’s small Transformers armor had already been tempered by Downey using the fire source, but at this time, most of them were almost scrapped under the seemingly ordinary fist attacks of Quicksilver.

　　 Those with speed ability, terrible so far!

　　 Downey gritted his teeth and barely shot a few shots indiscriminately, but it was useless. In Pietro's eyes, his movements were slowed down countless times. Donny endured the attack silently, his armor continued to be broken, and he didn't want to find a way. When the armor was exploded, he could only use flesh and blood to fight Pietro. It was definitely a tragedy.

　　 Pietro was happy, and the anger was mostly gone, although I don't know why this guy knows him so well, could it be that the old guy Eric told Downey? Then why can the old guy admit to outsiders but not tell their siblings alone?

Pitro thought, spontaneously opened his brain to fill up some things, his anger quietly dissipated, but in the misunderstanding, there was some ecstasy, it seems that looking at this guy, it seems to be a little pleasing to the eye... well, only then a little bit.

　　 His speed ability is not only reflected in the movement, thinking speed far exceeds ordinary people's imagination, learning, thinking and other brain activities are also the embodiment of speed ability.

　　The Flash will be the same in the future. The speed-powered person is almost as open in some places, so it doesn't make sense at all.

　　 "This is a big hit, a speed capable person who can suffer a thousand knives, don't let me have a chance to catch you!"

　　 Downey hates the guy who plays speed, and even has a huge resentment towards the well-behaved boy Barry Allen who is far away in Midtown and is still unknown.

　　 Barry was doing his homework at this time, studying the new case handed over to him by the police station, but shuddered suddenly, and an inexplicable chill rose from his spine.

　　 "Are you going to catch a cold?" Barry was inexplicably muttered, "Dr. Wells' particle accelerator is almost open. I have to prepare quickly. Don't miss it."

　　 Downey was beaten miserably, and he was even more anxious. If this continues, he will have to be beaten to death. He doesn't care about so much anymore, and he is determined to fight Pitro and lose both.

　　 Kuaiyin has never been a good temper. He is famously proud. If he doesn't take this opportunity to convince him, I'm afraid he will be despised by this guy for a lifetime, and he doesn't even have a chance to speak normally.

　　 Five Transformers of Optimus Prime quietly turned their muzzles and aimed murderously at Downey himself. With such a simple action, Downey's armor was broken again.

　　 "Your uncle Pietro, let you taste the taste of Lao Tzu's Italian cannon, this can't do you, I'll admit it." Downey resented, he was a little mad, and simply went out and wanted to die with Pietro.

　　 Five Transformers are under the control of Downey, mobilizing all resources for output, no longer worrying about defense, the power of countless artillery fire has been upgraded to the extreme, directly targeting Downey himself for large-scale bombing!

　　 Boom! boom! Rumble!

Optimus Prime and others are just as crazy~www.wuxiahere.com~ they put all their weapons on their creators, some were carrying rockets and bombing, some were assembled by themselves a pile of Gatling barrels for intensive bullet output, Strive not to miss every blind spot around Downey's body!

　　 lunatic! moron! Are you sick?

　　 Pietro broke his nerves and yelled at him. He had never seen such a person! What are you doing? Isn’t it just hitting you a few times? What are you? ! This is such a big hatred, so crazy that he even beats himself! ! !

　　 In the artillery fire, the tidy asphalt road was completely broken by bombardment, the dust was flying, and sand barriers more than ten meters high were raised.

　　 "Enough is enough! Stop, stop playing!"

Pietro yelled, he staggered, trying to avoid this huge pile of intertwined firepower nets and covering bombing rockets is not easy, so that his clothes are messy, and even one corner of his clothes is ripped apart by a bullet. , This is really amazing for a person with speed ability like him, this experience is unique.

　　 He stopped and happened to step on a corpse. He couldn't help it anymore, and he vomited.

　　 "Just take it, it's time to convince you!"

　　The artillery fire stopped immediately. Downey was not dead yet, he laughed, and finally convinced a speed capable person, and his heart was happy.

　　 The man with glasses was frightened and silly. He looked at Downey in a daze, and his three views collapsed.

　　 At this time, Downey was sitting on the ground, with a blue nose, swollen legs, cramps, and one piece missing from his armor. He could hardly see a person anymore. He was surrounded by smoke, and the floor was full of bullets and pieces of armor that had fallen from him. Most of his hair and eyebrows were burned off, and the rest was faint. It was like a refugee who had fled.