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Chapter 211 Animal totems do not support idle people

Chapter 211 Animal totems do not support idle people

"Fuck you, you can't survive without fighting!"

Sam struggled to escape without any intention of confronting Killmonger.

Can't win.

Killmonger still followed Sam leisurely, his palm opened wide, and a pistol slowly slipped out of his hand until it was caught in his hand.

This was his superpower that suddenly awakened directly.

Able to conjure weapons from anywhere on the body, from as small as a blade to unlimited in size.

Everything depends on how far Killmonger can develop his abilities.

Moreover, the weapons produced from his body also had a function that made him extremely satisfied.

boom--

Killmonger pulled the trigger, and the bullet shot out like a meteor, piercing the muscle of Sam's calf.

Sam fell to the ground with a plop, holding down his bleeding wound, gritting his teeth to prevent himself from screaming.

"Hahahahaha!"

Killmonger turned the pistol between his fingers and walked slowly towards his immobile prey.

His shot is sure to hit.

As long as he can see the target, he can definitely hit the opponent with the bullet he created.

There won't be any deviation.

Killmonger shot Sam in the calf deliberately. He just wanted to appreciate the way Sam struggled to crawl on the ground after losing the ability to walk.

This kind of powerless struggle of life in the face of its final outcome is Killmonger's favorite beauty.

Speaking of which, he wanted to thank Steve for sending him to United International.

If he hadn't been taken to a New York prison, how could he have acquired such interesting abilities?

"Why do you keep running away?"

Killmonger said dissatisfiedly, "Why don't you fight back? It makes me lose half the fun."

"me……"

Sam gasped and wanted to answer this question, but the twitching pain all over his body made him unable to speak at all.

I would never take away an innocent life randomly.

This was what he wanted to say to Killmonger.

"It seems I can't get an answer from you."

Killmonger raised his pistol, his eyes full of regret.

No matter how intoxicating the process is, it will eventually come to an end.

Kill this prey and find the next one. This is a virtuous cycle.

"Goodbye, Sam Wilson..."

Killmonger pressed his fingers slowly.

He wanted to shoot at this indecisive heart with the state of mind of a beast.

However, that was at this time.

Sam's pupils suddenly rolled up, his eyes turned pale, and his whole body fell to the ground like a puppet with its strings cut off.

"Ok?"

Killmonger stopped.

As an executioner with countless blood debts in his hands, he clearly felt that Sam in front of him was just an empty shell.

There was no life left, he was dead.

Sam lost his life before Killmonger could fire his gun.

"interesting."

Killmonger touched his chin, realizing what had just happened.

Sam should have used his own strength to escape from this desperate situation.

What kind of power can do such a thing?

Killmonger suddenly looked forward to the day when he would see Sam again.

……

In Scott's room.

A round of strong music sounded, which seemed to be a very old song, sung by a group called VILLLAGE PEOPLE in the 1980s.

Scott wrapped a towel around his waist and his mouth was filled with toothpaste foam.

He danced wildly to the music, feeling extremely happy.

This was the first time he was in such a good mood since he was imprisoned and his daughter was sentenced to his mother.

Because his business is already open.

Although the imagination is wonderful, you still have to go step by step to start a business. Scott negotiated a business at a very low price and paid the deposit by selling everything.

As long as he can complete this, he can start to slowly build his reputation.

From now on, money will come in huge amounts.

"Hey! young man~"

Scott used his toothbrush as a microphone and sang along to the famous song.

He looked at himself in the mirror and felt extremely satisfied.

If you look at this face, you will make a lot of money.

However, just as he was immersed in his handsomeness, the mirror in front of him suddenly began to vibrate unconsciously.

"Huh? What's going on?"

Scott stopped singing and couldn't help but move closer to check what happened to the mirror.

Just as he brought his face closer.

Fluctuations similar to water patterns suddenly appeared on the mirror, and then, a black bird fluttered out of the mirror.

"What the hell!"

Fortunately, Scott reacted in time and avoided the black bird, otherwise his handsome face would have said goodbye.

"Is this... a red-winged thrush?"

Looking at the blackbird flying aimlessly in his room, Scott recognized what it was.

The red-winged thrush, also known as the red-shouldered blackbird, is completely black except for two red spots on its wings, which look like epaulettes.

This is a very common bird in the United States, commonly found in swamps.

Scott couldn't help but look back and look at the mirror in front of his sink. If he remembered correctly, the bird just appeared in the mirror, right?

how can that be!

Scott couldn't help but touch his mirror and found nothing wrong.

It's just a very ordinary mirror.

Is there something wrong with the bird?

Scott tiptoed and slowly approached the red-shouldered blackbird, preparing to catch it in one fell swoop.

But this red-shouldered blackbird was extremely alert. Scott only moved a little and was immediately spotted by it.

It twisted its neck, its curious eyes always falling on Scott.

Scott was stared at with hair all over his body.

He suddenly had a feeling that the person looking at him was not a bird at all, but a person.

Otherwise, it would be impossible to have such human eyes!

Scott was at a loss for a moment, but at this moment, something even more terrifying happened to him.

The red-shouldered black bird opened its mouth and suddenly spoke human words.

"So...is it you too?"

"Wow!"

Like a frightened cat, Scott jumped back unconsciously and faced the red-shouldered blackbird with an extremely alert movement.

"Don't be so scared!"

There was a sense of helplessness in the red-shouldered black bird's tone, "In this era of mutants running around, is it so strange that a bird can talk?"

"I have never eaten your kind!"

Scott didn't answer the question and stammered, "I'm a burger lover and never eat fried chicken!"

No one knows how true or false this statement is.

After hearing this answer, the red-shouldered black bird let out a long sigh.

"Oh, how on earth am I going to explain to you that I'm not a bird, I'm a human being. You can call me Sam!"

This red-shouldered blackbird is none other than Sam Wilson, who just escaped from Killmonger.

Perhaps due to the connection of fate, special mutants are attracted to each other, and Sam accidentally came to Scott's room. Moreover, at the first sight of Scott, Sam felt that this man was not a perverted murderer like Killmonger.

This is just an ordinary person who is a little timid.

It's a pity that people's destiny is often not decided by themselves.

This man is guilty of a crime and will be targeted by Killmonger one day.

Sam suddenly felt a pity in his heart and decided to save this man.

Even if it is just a verbal reminder, maybe the tragedy will not happen in the future.

"Sam?"

Hearing the bird introduce itself, Scott nodded blankly, "My name is Scott, Scott Long."

"Scott?"

The red-shouldered blackbird suddenly spread its wings and flew up, landing on Scott's shoulder.

Scott suddenly became stiff and did not dare to move at all. Even though he had awakened his ability, he was still a little taboo about things that could not be explained by science.

Ye Gong loves dragons, and he is talking about people like him.

Red-shouldered blackbird Sam was silent for a moment, seeming to be thinking about something, and then he said: "If I guessed correctly, you must have awakened a special ability recently, right?"

"Ok?"

Scott was suddenly stunned.

How did this bird know that he had super powers?

……

Scott's beautiful morning is interrupted by a bird that suddenly appears in the mirror.

What made his hair stand on end was what the bird said to him next.

"The ability you awaken is not a gift, but a curse."

Sam explained the current situation for Scott, who didn't know anything.

"How many times have you used your ability since you awakened it?"

How many times is the ability...

Scott thought about it for a moment and then gave up on answering the question.

How can we count them clearly?

When he first gained his abilities, he was like a little boy who got a new toy, constantly experimenting and activating his abilities.

No purpose, just want to use it.

Seeing Scott's expression, Sam also knew what his unspoken answer was.

"If that's the case, it's okay. If you don't use your ability even once, then the problem will be big."

Sam suddenly asked, "I'm curious, have you not seen [that] in such a long time?"

Which...

Just as Scott was about to ask a question, Sam had already flown to the mirror on the sink.

"Come and see for yourself."

Following Sam's instructions, Scott walked to the mirror full of doubts and saw his face.

There's no problem, he's still handsome and charming.

At this time, the red-shouldered blackbird suddenly stretched out one of its wings and knocked on the mirror.

Fluctuating water patterns appeared on the mirror again, and at this time, what Scott saw in the mirror changed.

It was no longer his face, but a black ant.

It was a giant ant about the same size as a human, and it was constantly opening and closing its mouthparts.

"Ah ah ah ah ah--"

This sudden scene made Scott's legs weak and he fell to the ground.

Sam stared at the ant in the mirror as if he was having fun and said, "So your totem is an ant, so you can give yourself a title, Ant-Man."

"What Ant-Man!"

Scott sat on the ground, not daring to get up. He was extremely emotional, and his tone of voice when speaking to Sam had turned into questioning.

"It was you who did it, right? You tampered with the mirror and let me see this kind of thing!"

"I really hope it was me who did it, but unfortunately it wasn't."

The red-shouldered blackbird tilted his head and explained, "Strictly speaking, neither you nor I are mutants. Our abilities come from a totem."

Animal totems are a special force in Marvel.

Spider-Man, for example, gets his power from the spider totem.

Generally speaking, the power that animal totems can bestow on humans corresponds to their totems and comes from the abilities of animals.

For example, Spider-Man's biological force field and spider sense are used for climbing.

But something is obviously wrong now.

How could the ant totem have the ability to grow larger and smaller?

Scott didn't know what an animal totem was, but he was sensitive enough to discover this.

"You're lying to me, right?"

Scott countered, "How can ants change the volume and weight of an object?"

"Changing the volume and weight of objects, so this is your ability?"

Sam nodded, effortlessly getting the information about his abilities from Scott.

Scott also reacted at this time and became even more unhappy with Sam's attitude.

This bird suddenly appeared and asked himself whether he had it or not. What was it for?

Sam noticed Scott's emotions, so he comforted him: "Okay Scott, don't be angry. If you feel offended, I can also tell you what my abilities are."

Scott hit the snake with the stick and immediately replied: "Then tell me!"

"Okay, okay, I say."

Sam thought for a while and said, "My totem is as you can see, it is a red-shouldered black bird. I can communicate with animals and establish a spiritual connection with them. Of course, it can only be animals, not humans." of."

Talk to animals?

Scott thought for a moment, and then couldn't help but come to a conclusion.

What a weak ability.

Apart from humans, the most intelligent animal in the world is the gorilla, which can reach the highest intelligence of a human at ten years old.

Communicating with a ten-year-old child is called ability?

"Cough cough!"

While Scott was thinking about it, Sam suddenly coughed a few times.

"Scott, I can't help but remind you."

Sam said helplessly, "Do you know that all your thoughts are written on your face?"

Sam didn't need to be mentally connected to Scott to know what he was thinking just now.

He must be thinking that his abilities are weak.

But Sam wasn't going to explain anything. After all, there was no need to show all his cards.

"I was just thinking, you have really good abilities."

Scott defended casually, and then immediately changed the subject, "So what you are like now is the result of the spiritual connection. You turned into a bird?"

"I didn't want to change voluntarily."

This question brought back bad memories for Sam.

"It will take me a long time to transform into this ghost."

Scott seemed to understand. This was about Sam's ability, and he didn't want to ask too much.

What he was most concerned about now was what Sam just said.

What do you mean by not willing to change?

"Just now you saw your totem, what I'm going to tell you next will be much simpler."

Sam didn't wait for the other party to ask questions before he started talking.

"Don't think this totem is a good thing. Although it gives you superpowers, it is not free.

“When you get the ability from him, you have to work for him.

"Hunt for it the food it needs to survive."

Hearing this, Scott couldn't help but glance at his mirror.

It was as if the giant ant was still on the other side of the mirror.