Marvel’s Speedsters

A Ford car drove at a steady pace along 72nd Street, which crossed Manhattan from east to west, and stopped at Verdi Square near the intersection of Broadway and Amsterdam Avenue.

It is a small three-| angled green space enclosed by railings, flanked by the Apple Savings Bank Business Hall, a giant 65-foot-tall | arch in the Renaissance Florentine style, and Sherman Square across the street to the south, as well as the famous elegance of the 72nd Street Station. In the center of the square stands the monument to the famous opera composer Giuseppe Verdi, surrounded by greenery and flowers.

The car door opened, Ross walked out, at this time he was wearing a brown wig on his head, his face was also lightly modified with eyebrow pencil, after professional-level makeup techniques, he looked twenty years older than his original age, completely an ordinary middle-aged person, his appearance has also changed slightly and profoundly, although the sun shines on his head, no one can see his true identity.

Strolling down the street, benches and flower beds can be seen everywhere on the roadside, rows of chic and elegant shops are built around the square, look up at the signboards and shop names hanging outside, you can see that they are mostly cafes and bars, and you can see the same relaxed and noisy world inside.

Ross strolled through the passing pedestrians for a while, then stopped at a café planted with bright red roses in front of the door, and the person he was about to meet was sitting in a very inconspicuous corner inside, nodding to him through the window.

“Ceylon black tea, thank you.”

Sending away the tired-faced clerk, Ross sat down at the table, opposite a lady in a long blue and white plaid dress, with slightly pale sideburns and a quiet demeanor, a glass of champagne in front of him, and a plate of macaron almond buns and a small pile of nuts.

From the outside, they look like a pair of old classmates who have known each other for decades to get together again and spend a warm and pleasant afternoon together, without any attention at all.

“You’re five minutes late.” Seeing the gentleman played by Ross sitting down, the lady said coldly, her eyes flashed, and there was a faint bright yellow | around her pupils, it turned out that this was a witch who had been impersonating Senator Kelly for a long time.

“Your contact is too hasty, I need to prepare something for you in advance, so that you can come with expectations and go with satisfaction.” Ross said in the usual indifferent tone of a middle-aged man, and took the black tea sent by the clerk.

The brilliant sunlight shone through the glass window and quietly shone on the two, and they chatted casually, and only when the idle people left from the table did the witch bring the words back to the subject.

“You should have met Trask, S.H.I.E.L.D. recommended him to the president not long ago, trying to do something to attract attention from the outside world to reduce the pressure on yourself, you have passed the most important stage, how are you going to help me get through this next?” The witch asked in a low voice, although her voice was quite calm, but from the look in her eyes that were always glued, Rose could tell that she was not as cold as she showed for this identity that could be lost at any time.

“I’m not very good at impersonating someone else’s position, but in my opinion, even if Trasker doesn’t appear, your current situation is not very easy.” Ross picked up the cup, brought it to his mouth and took a sip.

“Danger always comes with gain, and I’m used to this kind of life.” The witch replied disapprovingly. “I have played many people and experienced many kinds of lives, but Kelly is the most interesting role I have ever played, and if I could, I would rather protect this identity at all costs, but if you want to ask me how I feel, I am indeed very afraid of being exposed, in order to avoid such consequences, I desperately look for his style of dealing with people from the descriptions of people around me, never rashly express opinions, more than five hundred days, I have been inseparable from this character.”

“Understandable, so, I have prepared a few options for you, you can carefully consider them.” As soon as the witch’s voice fell, Ross followed closely, took several documents out of the briefcase he carried, and placed them one by one between the two.

First, he pushes a document with a man’s avatar in front of the witch, which is inspired by the world of the Flash, and is extremely compatible with the witch’s abilities.

“Hannibal Bates, a great superpower, not a mutant, but with the ability to quickly deform cells through particle storm radiation, Mr. Bates can transform into anyone like you, using his own will to cause a large cortical reaction in the cell, and then the charge in the cell will naturally push his appearance to change, I can turn you into that kind of person, so that Trask and his instruments can no longer detect the existence of mutant genes.” Of course, this does not help solve basic physiological problems such as gender, and if Trasker determines that you are suspicious, he can still find enough evidence through Kelly’s previous medical examination to prove that you are not Kelly. ”

“So your opinion is, I have to say goodbye to my current identity?” The witch frowned and pondered for a while, leaned back in the chair and asked.

She was a little displeased in her heart, but on this issue, not only did Ross want her to draw a line with the senator, but even Magneto, who was far away in Latvia, repeatedly urged her to get rid of Kelly’s identity as soon as possible to avoid causing unnecessary trouble.

“The end of one reincarnation often symbolizes the beginning of another, why not listen to my advice below?” Rose gently patted the back of her soft | hand and handed her the remaining two documents.

The witch took it half-heartedly, carefully looking at the two characters that Ross ordered his subordinates to concoct.

One is a 45-year-old middle-aged woman who has had an unsuccessful political career but has a pretty good image in the minds of voters, and six months ago, while attending a friend’s wedding, she lost all her relatives, including her husband and son, to a serious car accident, and she herself died of her injuries after months in a coma.

“Ms. Omar Coyne, a North Carolina legislator, graduated from Boston University, the blood type ratio is very similar to you, and the style of dealing with people is also very similar to Kelly, but she is not mature enough, and she is a little undecided at critical moments, but with your political experience at this time, choosing her and giving up her Senate status that may be exposed at any time will not bring you too much loss.”

The witch looked down at the document, and the straight hair of Ke Yin in silver and gray on the photo, her solemn expression, and eyes full of emotion and courage were very in line with her temperament in her mind.

“What’s next?” Although she was very impressed, she was used to thinking from the perspective of a politician and instinctively wanted to get more.

Ross smiled slightly and nodded to the second document, and the witch’s gaze moved down his finger, and to her surprise, the photo was not the face of a middle-aged politician she thought, but a young girl with an arrow.

Long black hair, olive skin, gray eyes, silent and expressionless, and her appearance is only medium to upper, only the Zitari people who fell from the flying machine behind her became her dazzling background.

“This is Katniss Everdin.”

Ross explained in detail that this is a completely fictional girl, the identity is the accidental crystallization of overseas American soldiers and local women, and later came to the United States to escape the war, because the administration of the region is useless, Katnis’s childhood decade is almost blank, only a small number of witness testimony can prove that she really exists, and then there are records of life during the United States, there are scattered but mutually provable work and correspondence study experiences, various personal and material evidence, Even consumption and insurance records are available.

Through these records, the witch noticed that there was hardly any outstanding impression in Katnis’s girlhood, the only thing to be commended was that during the Great Battle of New York, the girl stood out in the face of danger, shot more than a dozen alien invaders with homemade gong arrows, and protected the town’s elementary school.

“The name sounds like catnip, what do you want this identity to do, will I play a mediocre character with no highlights?” The witch grumbled, angrily dropped Katnis’s papers, and picked up the congresswoman’s file again and immersed herself in it.

Ross did not argue, the two identities were not much different to him, just casually, so he took care of himself and held up the teacup and sat in the warm sunlight to taste it slowly.

He did not recommend it again, and the witch on the opposite side held the identity document of the congresswoman in her hand, but her eyes were a little wandering.

She gradually recalled that the face of the simple girl was somewhat familiar, extremely similar to the appearance that often appeared when she was young, and there were some special things in her temperament, which made her eyes can’t help but jump out of the memories of the past.

After fighting with herself for a few minutes, the witch finally couldn’t help but throw down the documents in her hand, picked up Katniss’s life record again, and watched it with all her attention, the photo seemed to have some indescribable magic, making her heart constantly surge with familiar and unfamiliar feelings, unconsciously attracting her more and more strongly.

“Katnis…”, the witch whispered the girl’s name, and through the cold and dry words, she could feel that it was a withdrawn but reasonable girl, with clear grievances and no lack of concern for others.

Although it is only a fictional identity, it has an unimaginable deep resonance with the witch, making the shadow in her heart quietly merge with the photo | | |.

“This is the name of an aquatic plant in Indian, with tall stems, arrow-like leaves, white flowers, roots| stems and potatoes that taste like potatoes, so locals like to give their daughters this name, and legend has it that the girl with this name will never starve to death as long as she can find herself.” Ross smiled wittily and put down the teacup to ask again.

“Have you chosen?”

The witch didn’t answer right away.

She closed her eyes and pondered for a while, and when she opened her eyes again, there was already a determined and decisive light in her eyes.

“Just choose her.”

She clutched the document of the gong arrow girl tightly and announced loudly.

“That’s me.”

The witch vaguely realized that although the status of the councillor is noble, it can be recovered through hard work, and choosing Katniss means a new beginning.

“Then take the time to learn archery, and I will find a suitable way for His Excellency the Senator to end the curtain.” Ross narrowed his eyes and beckoned the waiter.