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Chapter 212 There is no so-called justice in this battle

The ability I gained is not a gift, but a curse.

This is undoubtedly devastating news for Scott, who has just started planning a new life.

And the cruel truth that Sam slowly revealed to him next made Scott fall into incomparable confusion.

What does it mean to hunt other totems?

"You mean, I'm going to make this ant eat other identical creatures!"

Scott was still sitting on the ground, pointing at the mirror, and said tremblingly, "What will happen to those people if they lose their totem?"

"What else can I do?"

Sam said calmly, "It's nothing more than death..."

boom--

It was like a thunderbolt that struck through Scott's brain, leaving him speechless for a long time.

Are you kidding...

Do you have to sacrifice other people's lives if you want to have superpowers?

If so, I would rather give up!

"I do not want!"

Scott said categorically, "I will never kill anyone, and I will never let innocent people die in my hands!"

He had no hesitation at all regarding this statement.

As an ordinary person, even if he has super powers, he has no right to take away other people's lives.

"You really have the same idea as me."

Sam's tone was half pleased and half helpless, "It's a pity that there is no so-called justice in this battle, only pure wishes."

Fight...Wish...

Scott wanted to continue asking, but at this moment, there was no chance to ask other questions.

Because there were ripples on the mirror surface again, as if someone was trying to get out of it.

"not good!"

When Sam saw this scene, he immediately realized what had happened.

Without saying a word, he flapped his wings and flew to Scott's side.

"Run away!"

Sam grabbed Scott's collar with his beak and tried desperately to pull him away.

It's a pity that his current strength is too weak and he can't move the opponent at all.

Scott was completely confused at this time and didn't know why Sam was like this.

"There's no time to explain, someone is coming to kill us!"

Sam writhed up and down in front of Scott, and he could only keep using words to remind Scott how dangerous the next person was.

Under such a warning, even if Scott was a fool, he realized that he might be in big trouble.

……

A hand poked out from the mirror, followed by a head and body.

This mirror was really not that big, so it took a lot of effort for the man to flip it out.

The man stood still on the floor, it was Killmonger who was constantly chasing Sam.

Looking around, he found that he was in a rental house that didn't look high-end.

"strangeness?"

Killmonger twitched his nose, as if he was sniffing the remaining scent in the air.

Then he looked into the mirror and saw the face of a leopard.

"Are you sure this is here? Why don't I see anyone?"

The leopard in the mirror opened its mouth and let out a silent roar, seemingly dissatisfied with Killmonger's questioning of its judgment.

Killmonger turned around, feeling puzzled.

Logically speaking, Golden Leopard's judgment cannot be wrong.

His prey is definitely in this house.

Judging from the smell, there should be two people, one is Sam, and the other is a stranger.

"The black hawk ran here, probably because of the attraction between the totems."

Killmonger murmured to himself, "Could it be said that the other person is also the one chosen by the totem?"

But where are they?

This small rental house really doesn't look like it can hide two people.

At this time, in a corner of the room where debris was accumulated, there were two creatures as small as ants hiding here.

It was at this critical moment that Scott and Sam were made smaller by their abilities.

Sam is now extremely dissatisfied and wants to correct Killmonger's wrong title just now.

"My name is Falcon..."

But he didn't dare to say anything, he could only whisper in his heart.

On the other side, Scott glanced at Sam.

"Your title is Black Eagle? It suits you well."

"you!"

Sam wanted to shout back, but now wasn't the right time.

Although his body size would shrink, his volume would also shrink accordingly, but he really didn't dare to bet on whether Killmonger's hearing was good or not.

Killmonger kept searching in the room, looking for cabinets under the bed and other places where people could hide, but in the end he found nothing.

As smart as he is, he has already guessed the reason for his superpower.

And it's not Sam's superpower.

The only possibility is that it belongs to another stranger.

"What a bunch of weird abilities. It's so troublesome."

Killmonger was helpless. He didn't understand how every one of his opponents could hide and escape so well.

First, Sam didn't know what method he used to bring the corpse back to life, and now this person has completely hidden his traces.

If he hadn't followed the totem's guidance, he wouldn't have found it at all.

He is still better at his own abilities, being straightforward and living for killing.

At this moment, a thought flashed through Killmonger's mind.

Perhaps, judging from his ability, he should be the hunter in this battle.

The ability of others is just to try their best to escape from their own hands and continue to linger.

He is the chosen one!

"I see, I understand everything."

Killmonger slowly walked towards the bedside table. At this time, he had figured everything out.

"This is a trial, a trial that allows me to overcome the past. Since this is the case, then I accept it."

On the other side, Scott, who was hiding in the corner, suddenly felt like he was in cardiopulmonary arrest when he saw Killmonger's movements.

Was he going to open the bedside table?

There is no way he can get what he wants, but there is...

Scott was going crazy. He couldn't wait to release the shrinking state now and stop Killmonger's movements.

But Sam stood in front of him desperately.

"No matter what's in there, you can't show up!"

Sam lowered his voice, with deep fear of Killmonger in his eyes, "That guy is a truly murderous demon!"

As long as Scott dares to show up, Sam has no doubt that Killmonger will kill directly.

He was a wanted criminal and had no scruples at all.

Scott was so weak that he finally stopped trying.

Because he realized that he could no longer stop the other party.

In other words, he now hopes that Killmonger will open the drawer of the bedside table, so that he can at least divert the other party's attention.

On the other side, Killmonger finally opened the drawer.

There are piles of resumes inside, and you can see how much struggle the owner of this room has made in order to get a job.

Killmonger smiled and picked up a resume.

On this, there is extremely detailed information about the owner of the room.

"Scott Lang?"

Killmonger looked at the photo on his resume, trying to keep it in his mind. Apart from Sam, this is my next target.

He glanced back at the room one last time to make sure he had found every possible hiding place.

If you can't figure out the other party's abilities first, it's impossible to find the two hiding guys.

Fortunately, now that the other party's information has been obtained, one day they will fall into their hands.

Killmonger took one of the resumes away and put the others back on the bedside table.

Immediately afterwards, he Shi Shiran opened the door and left here swaggeringly.

He was going outside to find a bigger mirror so he could get out safely.

At this time, Scott finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Fortunately, my resume attracted his attention and kept him from searching further."

In the lower drawer were the things that Scott really valued.

He is pictured with his daughter Cathy.

Scott would rather fall into a trap than let danger get closer to his daughter.

"But he still got your information."

Sam reminded in a deep voice, "He will be able to find out everything soon!"

"It's ok."

Scott shook his head and said, "Except for my name, there isn't much real information in that resume. Even the photos were photoshopped."

Sam blinked, obviously not expecting this unfolding.

Such a reaction made Scott extremely dissatisfied.

"No matter what you look at, I don't believe you haven't polished your resume."

He has a criminal record, and it is impossible to find a job if he doesn't put some effort into his resume.

Sam said nonchalantly: "I think your level of beautification can no longer be called beautification, it's more like fabrication..."

"Okay, that's the end of this topic!"

Scott interrupted Sam's rant, and he couldn't help but ask, "Who is this person, and why did he come out of the mirror with murderous intent?"

To be honest, Scott has seen a lot. When he was in prison, he saw all kinds of criminals.

But there has never been one, like Killmonger just now, whose murderous intent was almost visible to the naked eye.

That man must have killed many people!

"His name is Killmonger, he is an international thief, nicknamed the Golden Leopard."

Sam introduced, "It was reported in the news not long ago that he was sent to prison by my idol. Now I don't know why he is here. He may have escaped from prison again."

Scott asked curiously: "Your idol?"

"Captain America Steve Rogers, don't tell me you don't know him."

Sam didn't want to continue on this topic and continued to talk about Killmonger, "This executioner has also been selected by the totem and is considered our opponent."

"opponent?"

Scott suddenly felt extremely ridiculous.

Where did Sam get the confidence to say the word opponent?

Isn't it a one-sided battle from beginning to end?

They don't even dare to appear in front of each other.

"I don't care what you're thinking right now, but that's the reality."

Sam said seriously, "Although you and I don't want to harm anyone, Killmonger is different. He seems to regard this battle as a game and enjoys it."

"This is simply a devil..."

There was a tremor in Scott's voice unconsciously.

Taking pleasure in killing people, what is this but the devil?

"Can I quit?"

Scott immediately made a decision, "I don't want this super power anymore, let me go back to my old life!"

He now feels that there was nothing wrong with that kind of life back then.

Although he can't find a job for the time being, at least there is a way out. The worst thing he can do is to commit petty theft or break into a house.

Now he wants to kill people!

Kill or be killed, Scott doesn't want to choose either of these two paths!

"When did you get the illusion that the choice was yours?"

Sam suddenly turned his head and asked doubtfully, "Did your totem ask for your opinion when it chose you?"

This……

Scott didn't need to think about it to know that absolutely not.

He had never heard anything like it.

Like 'Scott Lang from Earth, you are as humble as an ant, welcome to join the ant totem' or something like that.

"Since I have been chosen, I can only fight to the death for them."

Sam said, "Don't even think about showing it up. If the totem is hungry for a long time, it will become ravenous, and by then, you will be its first food!"

Scott was completely numb.

He finally understood why this super power was a curse.

Do you really want to keep fighting and killing people?

At this moment, he suddenly realized a blind spot.

"its not right."

Scott suddenly asked, "How do you know so much?"

According to his judgment, the time when Sam gained superpowers should be around the same time as himself.

That was a few days ago.

Is there such a huge information gap within a few days?

"Of course I know!"

Sam raised his voice and refuted Scott's doubts, "It's abnormal for you to not find a totem for several days! As long as you go to that world, you will know everything!"

That world...

Scott had some guesses, whether it was Sam or Killmonger, they all came out of the mirror.

He asked tentatively: "The world you call is the mirror world?"

"The mirror is just the entrance."

Sam shook his head and said, "That world does not have an exact name. It has various forms and does not completely correspond to the real world. If you must choose a name, I think Totem World is more suitable."

In the totem world, this naming is really simple and crude.

Scott couldn't help but complain in his mind that if it were him, he would definitely have a better name.

Like turning the world upside down or something.

"Why do you say that I can know everything if I go to that world?"

Scott continued, "Are there any secrets in that world?"

"It's not a secret, but there you can hear the voice of the Supreme Will!"

When the name Supreme Will was mentioned, Sam's volume obviously dropped a bit, as if just saying the name would be heard by the other party.

"The Supreme Will is the master who created that world, and he has extremely powerful power!

"He released so many totems to let us kill each other, but he also made a promise. The winner of the fight to the end will not only gain extremely powerful power, but also realize one of his wishes!"

Speaking of this, Sam also emphasized one sentence.

"Any wish, any wish he can make come true!"

"real or fake?"

Scott, who had been in prison for three years, subconsciously felt that the tone of the supreme will sounded so familiar.

Just like some of the scammers he'd seen.

Moreover, he was extremely disdainful of the conditions set by the Supreme Will.

Scott has only one wish, and that is to reunite with his daughter and live together.

If you want to fulfill this wish and need to keep killing people, then you might as well give up completely and watch your daughter from afar.

Otherwise, even if she briefly manages to make a reunion plan, Cathy will definitely be disappointed in herself!

"Not only that, if you listen to the voice of the Supreme Will, you will find that he has a black accent!"

Sam continued, "This is irrefutable fact and proof that God could be a black man!"

Good guy!

Now Scott was completely sure.

There must be something wrong with this supreme will!

(End of this chapter)