Pixel Maniac in the Comic World

Chapter 255 Mr. Negative is out of date

Terry stood at the door of the office. It was clear that the person inside the door should be the one closest to him, but now he was hesitant to open the door and go in.

Terry himself couldn't tell exactly what he was hesitating about.

After taking several deep breaths, Terry finally knocked on the door gently.

A Chinese female secretary with a fair figure and a good face helped open the door to the office, while Martin Lee was sitting on the boss's chair, frowning and looking at a report.

Martin raised his head, threw the report on the table, and gave Terry a kind smile.

There was no need for verbal rejection, after all, this was his own uncle and no one else, not to mention that this was not Terry’s first time here. He walked into the house and sat down on the sofa.

The female secretary was about to make tea, but Martin suddenly waved his hand, signaling the other party to leave first.

After the secretary closed the door and only the uncle and nephew were left in the room, Martin stood up, walked around the large desk, walked to Terry and sat down gently, patting Terry on the shoulder.

"What's wrong? You look gloomy. If you encounter any problems in life, just tell me. Uncle has not been idle all these years in vain. I can give you answers to life problems and provide you with reference, so I won't lead you astray."

Martin Lee's expression was a little ugly, but he still maintained a relatively gentle image in front of Terry.

Terry felt that the big hands covering his shoulders seemed to be gradually increasing in strength.

Terry suddenly shook his head and said.

"Another one."

"It's very early, very early, but I always feel that there is something different here."

"Where did you know Mr. Negative?"

Seeing that this was the first time that Terry was so entangled, Martin put on a pretended angry look on his face, grabbed Terry's body and shook it.

It shouldn't be painful.

"what?"

"I'm not talking about the one around us, but another Spider-Man, a Spider-Man who was supposed to be the antagonist of Mr. Negative."

Terry finally turned his head and stared at Martin with confusion in his eyes.

"What do you mean? Are you in the rebellious stage? You don't want to say anything to me anymore?"

Martin was stunned for a moment, wondering what Terry meant.

Terry lowered his head, opened and closed his mouth slightly, and spent more than ten dull seconds with difficulty.

Martin's slap on Terry's shoulder gradually tightened, and the smile on his face when he looked at his nephew began to slowly fade.

Although this analogy is somewhat inaccurate, currently, Terry's physical strength is second only to Spider-Man and Luke Cage in the Science and Defense Agency.

Then Martin suddenly realized: "That's right, you have never been rebellious. I used to praise my colleagues and them about how well-behaved you are, but I didn't expect this day to come."

"Do you know Spider-Man?"

"Spider-Man? Of course I know. My uncle is not a rigid adult who doesn't know how to surf the Internet at all. He is the red spider web head who can fly around the building. Speaking of which, doesn't the Daily Bugle particularly like to report on his news? The Daily Bugle some time ago You even came to my place for an exclusive interview—you don’t want Spider-Man’s autograph, do you? That’s a bit difficult.”

"My uncle has neglected you during this period, but it's pointless to keep making excuses like the company is too busy. Tell me, what kind of compensation do you plan to ask for?"

I have to say that Uncle Martin has definitely not neglected his exercise during this period, because Mr. Negative in my impression should be a villain who is good at energy, not physicality, but Uncle Martin's current grip is so strong that Terry feels a little raw. .

Terry suddenly gritted his teeth as he spoke, and a few drops of sweat spilled from his forehead.

Martin was stunned for a moment, and then realized that he had failed to control his recent rapid improvement in physical fitness, and quickly took his hands off Terry's shoulders.

"I'm sorry, did I pinch you?" "It's okay, uncle."

Terry took a breath, and the bruises that should have appeared on the shoulder muscles returned to their original state in a short breath.

Martin watched this scene in silence.

The uncle and nephew had a confrontation a few months ago. They both knew that the other had super powers. Martin also knew that his nephew could not be hurt by this, but he was indeed filled with guilt.

Terry looked at Martin's helpless look and closed his eyes with a complicated expression. After a moment, he opened them again, his eyes becoming firm.

"So, you are actually Mr. Negative, and you definitely have no connection with the Devil Gang as you said last time... You said you would not lie to me."

Martin Lee did not answer immediately, but put his retracted hands on his knees and looked at Terry quietly until Terry's original firm momentum weakened slightly.

Then he spoke slowly.

"We've lived together for so many years, Terry."

Terry's whole body was a little stiff. If Uncle Martin was going to play the emotional card with him, then he probably really didn't know what to do.

"I'm sorry for deceiving you last time, but it definitely happened for a reason. From this moment on, I will never deceive you about anything. Do you believe me? Terry."

"I won't...wait, what?"

After Terry struggled several times in his heart, he originally planned to raise his momentum again, but Uncle Martin's words were somewhat beyond his expectation.

The uncle and nephew stared at each other for a while, until Terry's expression completely softened after confirming Uncle Martin's attitude.

"So what was the reason last time?"

"It's more complicated to explain. For a while, there was an inexplicable thing on me. That guy tried to influence me and threw out a lot of news that was enough to make me dizzy, but unfortunately -"

Martin Lee raised his arm, and the black negative space opened a hole the size of a basketball on the side of his palm. Then Martin directly reached out with his fleshy palm and fished out a thing that Terry was very familiar with.

It was a black thorn, but compared to the size of the black thorn that was entangled in Hei's mental space before, the section on Uncle Martin's hand was only as long as a small lizard at most.

"I realized that, so I turned around and used the information it gave me to find ways to escape and even counterattack."

Uncle Martin tightened his grip on the thorn. The object that was supposed to appear in the spiritual space had an actual size in reality, but the ferocious spikes on it could not even be pierced by Uncle Martin's fleshy palm.

"I am Martin Lee. If I had not found out the other party's true intentions from those misleading words, then I would have died among the port gangs who came ashore."

Uncle Martin looked at Terry with a gentle smile in his eyes.

"I even forced out some other information about you, your other friend, how are you now?"

Terry was completely confused now.

He looked at the black thorns in Uncle Martin's palm. The latter seemed to be painfully grasped by Martin, swaying and struggling like a poisonous snake, but then a burst of soft white light appeared on Uncle Martin's palm. Those lights seemed to have a certain influence on the thorns. The intense damage made the poisonous snake instantly become as harmless as a severed earthworm.

It's okay to be pinched.

Terry raised his head and looked at the dimmed white light on Uncle Martin's hand, with a hint of doubt in his tone: "Is this what Mr. Negative can do?"

Martin Lee stood up, threw the lifeless 'earthworm' back into the negative space, put his hands behind his back, and mouthed at the door.

"That's what Martin Lee could do, and Mr. Negative is out."

"You probably still have a lot of doubts in your mind. Do you want to have a look at my laboratory?"

(End of this chapter)