Pixel Maniac in the Comic World

Chapter 102 Sincere Martin

Of course, it was impossible for the bodyguard to answer such a puzzling question. Instead, he struggled violently, trying to escape Terry's grasp.

But he simply couldn't figure out how the other party's body, which looked much thinner than his own, could have such weird strength.

"Who the hell are you?!"

Just when Terry was about to take further action, the office door opened automatically.

No, it was Martin Lee who opened the door himself when he heard the noise outside.

Terry looked up sharply.

There are some wrinkles on the familiar and friendly face, the hair is a little messy, he is still wearing pajamas, and there is a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose that Terry has not seen before for more than ten years.

"Wow--"

Uncle Martin's voice was as gentle as ever, looking at Terry who was riding on the bodyguard.

"Oh my god, that's really bad."

"I don't know if this is good news or bad news. Although you didn't hurt my nephew, it proved to me your incompetence from another level - Terry is not an adult yet."

The bodyguard looked troubled and couldn't express his pain. He didn't even dare to sigh. He could only close the office door again with a depressed but gentle look on his face.

"How can you make money without paying a price?"

"Sorry, boss, I didn't know he was your nephew."

Martin's face became serious: "How did you provoke those guys?"

The bodyguard quickly got up from the ground, took a look at the intimate behavior between his boss and the strange boy, and immediately reacted.

Terry opened his mouth and stared stiffly at the documents on the desk. Before he could clear his thoughts, Martin spoke again.

Then he lightly kicked the bodyguard.

"Well, there are too many documents to deal with, so there is no regular schedule - but you can't learn from me. Don't experts say that boys are likely to grow taller before the age of twenty-five?"

"I just heard you shouting about the devil gang outside the door..."

"Are you sleeping in the office during this time?"

Terry took a few hard breaths and his head felt dizzy: "I didn't provoke them, but a friend of mine was injured. I heard it was the Devil's Gang who did it."

"It seems like you can't stop him even if you know it."

The decoration inside the house is also extremely luxurious, and the materials and ornaments used in many places are not in line with the very thrifty Uncle Martin in the past.

Martin let go of his hand, pointed at the dark circles under his glasses, and smiled.

"When I knew you were coming, I was looking forward to it, but I didn't expect you to give me such a big surprise as soon as you arrived."

Terry walked around in confusion until he saw the desk with many documents piled up and the simple folding bed beside it.

He stretched out his hand to lift the sluggish Terry from the ground, and bent down to help pat Terry's knees, even though the off-white carpet did not make Terry's pants get any dirt on them.

"I……"

Martin snorted and led the stunned Terry towards the house: "I hope your hand to close the door is not broken."

"Do you know about the Devil Gang?"

"of course I know."

Martin adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses, took Terry's hand again, and led him to sit on the sofa.

"I didn't mean to hide anything from you, but I used to be a member of the Devil Gang."

"That is a force entrenched in Chinatown. If you want to make a living there, it will be difficult to avoid those people."

"But I have now drawn a clear line with them."

Martin seemed to remember something and held Terry's shoulder.

"Your friend is being targeted by gangsters. This is very dangerous. If you need it, I still have some connections. Many things in the world can be solved with money. Maybe I can help make the connection and give the devil some money to let them... …”

"No! Uncle, don't get involved with any gangsters. It's good now. Even if you can only know it from the news and other people's discussions, gangsters are gangsters. With their style, they took money once It will sweep up like a gangrene attached to the bones, uncle, no matter how much you earn, you will not be able to satisfy their appetite."

Terry shook his head wildly and refused.

Then he swallowed hard and looked hopefully at Martin's red, bloodshot eyes.

"Uncle, you just need to tell me that you have nothing to do with the Devil Gang, right?" Martin looked at Terry gently, smiled, and covered the back of Terry's hand with his palm.

"Do you think your uncle will lie to you?"

"So, you have superpowers, right?"

As soon as these words came out, Martin's expression finally changed.

"how do you know!"

Then Martin suddenly remembered something and raised his head helplessly and laughed twice.

"You little clever guy, the last time you had a headache, you deceived your uncle, right? You actually saw it..."

Martin raised an arm, and dots of black energy began to gather on his fingertips.

Terry stared, looking at the energy that was very similar to the black flames wrapped around the long knife in the video, and was a little distracted for a moment.

It's so similar, but why did uncle show it to me without any scruples?

Mr. Negative…

Damn it! Because he was so unpopular, other than Mr. Negative and the words villain, no other more useful relevant information could be found in his memory of his previous life.

Just like knowing the real name of Master Jak in the swordsmanship hall, although it is certain that the person who can become Hawkeye's master and friend is absolutely impossible to be an unknown person in this world.

But it happened that the mainstream media and comics in his previous life had little description of it, and it didn't even appear in any of the content he had read, so he couldn't find any extra information.

Uncle Martin, however, was different.

Terry could just ask.

"What kind of super power is this? Uncle, are you different from others in some way?"

"Oh, that's a long story I'm afraid."

Martin extinguished the black light on his fingertips, seemingly reluctant, but still chose to confide in his nephew.

"When I first arrived in the United States, I had to participate in a semi-voluntary human experiment because I was in a situation where I could starve to death at any time."

"But that experiment was actually illegal. They tortured me for a long time. While giving me super powers, they also left me with a psychological shadow that was difficult to get out of for a long time."

"But my uncle met a kind person. A pair of men and women who also obtained superpowers similar to mine during the experiment helped destroy the laboratory and rescued me."

Martin's palms holding Terry's shoulders began to sweat, and even wet the clothes on Terry's shoulders.

The latter noticed this. He knew that his uncle actually didn't want to recall that bad past, but he fell into that emotion again because of his problem.

"Stop talking, uncle, I believe you."

"No, uncle shouldn't have kept hiding this from you and made you worry."

Martin hugged Terry tightly, as if this could bring him some psychological comfort.

"I have always wanted to find the kind couple to repay my kindness, but there has been no news."

Terry was suddenly stunned, and a slightly unfamiliar term automatically appeared in his mind.

Cloak and Dagger?
  The relevant memory was triggered by Martin's words, and Terry vaguely remembered that they seemed to be a pair of superheroes in this world, closely related to Mr. Negative, and obtained superpowers under the same experimental process.

But that's the limit, and I can't think of anything more. Although I have the impression that there was a related TV series in my previous life, but at that time, I was already an adult and working, and I didn't have the leisure and leisure to chase a foreign TV series that was not on the shelves of domestic mainstream media.

Since the uncle's superpowers were 'created' by a certain laboratory, the source of the Demon Gang's technology is probably related to this.

Terry, who was reassured, finally relaxed and jumped up from the sofa.

"Uncle, can you show me your super power?"

Terry thought for a while and added: "It's nothing else, I'm just really curious - I've lived with you for so many years and I didn't even know."

"No problem at all."

Martin naturally understood teenagers' curiosity about superpowers, and the black light appeared on his hand again: "Perhaps you can experience it yourself?"

"really?"

"Haha, what's the matter? Come on, stretch your hand over."

(End of this chapter)