Pietro's face was pale. He was a little afraid of the bloody battlefield and found it difficult to adapt. When he stepped on a corpse, he finally vomited. He was willing to admit defeat and abandon his self-esteem and pride to vomit.
Donny was in high spirits, his dark face was full of life, and he was just short of having words like "I am still the best in the world" carved on it.
He, the great Donnie, defeated a speedster head-on!
"From now on, you're going to be with me. Tell me, why do you have to overestimate your own abilities and fight with me?" Donny walked over with difficulty, dragging his scarred beggar's clothes, to comfort his new little brother... Well, there seems to be nothing wrong with saying this.
Of course, the arrogant boy Pietro refused to accept it. He raised his head in anger, wanting to scold Donny for being shameless. But when he looked at Donny's face, he saw that it was not only black, but half of his head was burnt, even his eyebrows were burnt off, which was very appropriate. Not to mention the aroma of barbecue...
With a "wow" sound, Pietro vomited again.
Tang Ni was furious: "What do you mean, you vomited just by looking at me? You're going too far, I'm obviously not bad looking!"
Pietro was about to vomit bile.
Donnie, with a cold expression, muttered a few words before lifting Pietro, the rookie expert, and throwing him into Optimus Prime, which had transformed into a truck, pinning him firmly to the passenger seat. He yelled at the terrified man with glasses, "Get in the back of the truck!"
He looked at the unconscious driver again and found that he had been killed by a stray bullet.
When he sat in the driver's seat, Donnie had time to check his injuries and felt a bitter taste in his mouth.
A set of armor is ruined, which is a small problem. He can use the fire source to mass-produce a bunch of them. A few small ones can save more fire energy than a big guy like Optimus Prime.
But his body was the most bruised. Even though the armor and the fire he'd generously spread out had largely neutralized the impact of that level of bombardment, it was impossible for him to escape unscathed. He had bruises all over his body, large areas of skin had necrotized, exposing the flesh underneath. The worst-hit part was his thigh, where a piece of flesh was missing, and Donnie felt like he could almost see the bone.
Donnie cursed a few times, endured the pain, and didn't take it too seriously. According to his recovery speed, these injuries would probably be almost healed by tomorrow morning, or at worst, they could be healed by the day after tomorrow.
At least the bleeding has almost stopped now.
Donny drove his car and rushed to his home in New York. He couldn't delay any longer, as the vampires might have another trick up their sleeve.
Drowsy, Pietro regained his breath, looked around, and asked Donny with a bad look, "Where do you want to take me?"
"My house! No...let's go to the barber shop first!"
Pietro subconsciously glanced at Donnie's head and almost vomited again.
It was charred and horrible to look at. If you didn't know, you would think that Tony had just come out of the crematorium and was half-burned and resurrected in broad daylight.
The corners of Donny's mouth twitched violently, and he solemnly warned Quicksilver that if he dared to vomit when he saw him again, he would immediately blow up the car and die with him.
The man with glasses reacted most violently. He yelled and claimed that he would rather jump out of the car and die than be killed by the explosion, and that he should die with dignity. As a result, he was knocked down instantly by a brick thrown by Donny.
He used this vibranium brick to perfection and was invincible.
Pietro snorted coldly, calling him a psycho, and almost turned around to leave. He was really a little nervous. The guy sitting next to him was simply a hysterical lunatic, the kind of person who would even beat himself up when he got mad.
The old guy Magneto is abnormal, and the person he recommended is also abnormal.
"I'm warning you, I'm here to protect you, don't try to yell at me, I'll leave if you get angry." Pietro felt awkward, he felt that saying such words really reduced his prestige. When had he, Quicksilver, ever said such a depressing thing?
Every time he beat them until they cried out in pain and they didn't know who beat them.
Donnie snorted coldly, not bothering to respond. "You've already walked through my door, and you're still trying to run? Who gave you the chance? A speedster has come to my door, and you really think I'm stupid enough not to take advantage of the opportunity? Where else can I find such a good opportunity?"
The two of them remained silent, maintaining an eerie calm as they sped along, drawing occasional curses from those who were overtaken, and even the police who caught up with them. But for some reason, they soon stopped pursuing him. Donny guessed they had received orders from their superiors, forbidding them from further contact with him.
Pietro was impatient. He endured for a long time, but finally couldn't help it and asked tentatively: "Are you familiar with that old guy?"
Tang Ni glanced at him and ignored him.
Pietro suppressed his temper and asked Donny a series of questions, trying to find out more, but Donny kept his mouth shut, not wanting to pay attention to him.
In his heart, Donnie's mind became active, and he understood some of the meaning.
It seems that Magneto Eric has not officially acknowledged his long-lost children yet, and is just training them like hawks.
Then his previous muttering about Pietro being the child of the old Wan family was a bit abrupt and intriguing. No wonder Pietro couldn't help but ask, anyone would be anxious.
Pietro was truly anxious. He longed for the answer, yet dreaded it. Even he was surprised. Didn't he hate that old man so much? Why was he so concerned about such a trivial matter? The old man clearly refused to acknowledge his sister, so why would he tell such a thing to an outsider without reservation?
Donny drove to a large hair salon where a salon party happened to be going on. A dozen well-known hairstylists in the industry were chatting with each other. The atmosphere was relaxed and active. Some hairstylists even called the customers in to conduct on-site hair shaping experiments. Everyone got along harmoniously.
Until Donny, who looked like a zombie, dove in and the hairstylist who was cutting his hair was so shocked that he dropped his eating gear. Everyone was amazed at each other, wondering which crazy hairstylist had the genius idea of this hairstyle?
"I, Donnie, will cut your hair. Please do it quickly and make sure it looks good," Donnie said.
Many hairstylists rushed over, and some recognized Donny's identity, exclaimed, and became more enthusiastic.
Downey is very popular in New York City. The mutants who awakened in this crisis saved many people. Even Downey himself didn't know that he was actually very popular with some people.
New Yorkers, unusually, didn't reject him because of his mutant identity, just as they loved the little spider that wandered around all day—many people had always believed Spider-Man was a mutant. To New Yorkers, Spider-Man was a funny and playful figure. Every day, commuters could see Spider-Man slithering through the skyscrapers, shooting silk. Sometimes, people who were tired of waiting for the bus would simply call Spider-Man down to chat and pass the time.
Spider-Man is a young man, known to many New Yorkers who have come into contact with him. He is roughly in his teens, with a hoarse voice, probably because he hasn't finished his voice change yet. He is lively and funny, always causing a lot of trouble and attracting passers-by to burst into laughter, which removes all the fatigue of the day.
People reject the mutant community, but few people go to reject Spider-Man. Except for James, the big boss of the Daily Bugle, who has been a professional hater for thirty years. Wherever Spider-Man appears, he will be chased by a group of trolls from the Daily Bugle.
Spider-Man is known as New Yorkers' good neighbor, and he lives up to his reputation.
But Donny now seemed to have a hint of this tendency. There were many people who scolded him, but there were even more who supported him. The vast majority of New Yorkers remained neutral on Donny's views, and for the time being they refrained from expressing their opinions on this mutant who indirectly saved so many people.
Many of those who were indirectly saved by Donnie that night were his die-hard fans, and they fanatically followed everything about Donnie.
In the barber shop, a hairdresser was very nervous. He asked Donny with a trembling voice: "Can I take a picture of you?"
After saying that, without waiting for Downey to object, he took out his cell phone and took a photo, then uploaded the photo to Twitter with the text: Downey's new look, he cheers for beggars and homeless people, responding to the city government's call for poverty alleviation.
In the photo, Donnie is dusty and tattered, his clothes riven with holes. Luckily, he'd covered some of his wounds before entering, but his image is still striking. Especially that godlike hairdo, half of it burnt...
Instantly, this tweet exploded!
Countless netizens went crazy and forwarded the post one after another. In a very short time, it became a hot topic on the entire Internet!