My name is Pietro Maximov and I grew up in a gypsy family with my twin sister, Wanda Maximov.
The surname Maximov comes from that gypsy family. They were very kind and adopted us when we were babies and took good care of us until we grew up.
When I was a teenager, I suddenly discovered I possessed superhuman speed, increasing in speed. At the time, I had no idea how fast I could run. When my adoptive parents discovered this, they sternly warned me not to show my speed to anyone else. I overheard their conversation, and they mentioned words like "mutants."
During that time, news about a villain filled the television and newspapers. The villain was the world's biggest terrorist, and people feared and cursed him. They called the villain and the group that followed him "mutants" and "the Brotherhood."
I later learned the villain's name. The public called him Magneto.
Until a few years ago, the villain named Magneto came to our door. It was a nightmare, and we said goodbye to our peaceful life. Without any reason, without any explanation, Magneto forcibly abducted my sister and me, and we have been there until now.
We were under his command, undergoing rigorous training every day. The villain said he would maximize the potential of both of us and train us to be the strongest fighters.
My speed was getting faster and faster, and no one could catch up with me. I gradually realized that I was also a member of the "mutant" group. There was nothing wrong with this. Now that I had power, no one dared to bully me. Those who bullied me in the past, I ran thousands of miles back and beat them up one by one. I'm afraid they don't even know what happened.
I once fought against another wave of mutant forces. In just a moment, I could tie them up and throw them to another city. After each battle, the other side had to go to great lengths to find me and ask me which city I had taken them to.
I am very happy and proud, and I always have a huge sense of honor, which was impossible for me before. I am proud to be a mutant.
But I always had a huge fear of that villain. I was no match for him. My sister Wanda, on the other hand, always felt a sense of kinship with that villain.
Until the truth came out, or what we thought was the truth, the villain neither admitted nor refuted it.
Then he sent me out and asked me to find a man named Donny. There was no reason, he just asked me to go.
I met him, and how should I put it? My first impression was... quite unpleasant...
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Countless fists hit Donnie, beating him badly. His body was knocked into the air and hit by fists and feet coming from nowhere. He seemed to be pulled repeatedly by some huge force, flying in the air.
In a split second, Pietro, with his incredible speed, was able to punch Donnie multiple times from both the front and back. Don't assume that a speedster's punches are as easy to take as a normal person's. With their acceleration, a single punch can unleash tons of force. Ordinary punches and kicks are their best weapons.
A person with speed ability like Pietro can run at several times or even dozens of times the speed of sound, which requires his body to be strong, otherwise he would have exploded while breaking the sound barrier.
Not to mention that he was very careful to avoid the mess on the ground while running, but he still ran with ease.
The small Transformers armor all over Donny's body had been tempered by the Allspark, but now under Quicksilver's seemingly ordinary punches and kicks, most of them were almost scrapped.
People with speed abilities are so terrifying!
Donny gritted his teeth and fired a few shots, but it was useless. His movements were slowed down countless times in Pietro's eyes. Donny endured the attack silently. His armor was constantly damaged. He didn't think of a way out. His armor was blown up.
He can only use his flesh and blood to fight Pietro, which would definitely be a tragedy.
Pietro felt pleased, his anger largely subsiding. He didn't know why this guy seemed to know him so well. Could it be that old man Eric had told Donnie? Then why could the old man admit their relationship to others but not to them?
Pietro thought about it, and his imagination spontaneously filled in some things. His anger quietly dissipated. Instead, he felt a little happy in the misunderstanding. It seemed that he liked this guy a little bit more... Well, only a little bit.
His speed ability is not only reflected in movement. His thinking speed is far beyond ordinary people's imagination. Brain activities such as learning and thinking are also manifestations of speed ability.
The same is true for the Flash in the future. People with speed abilities are like cheats in some aspects and it is completely unreasonable.
"You big idiot, you speedster, don't give me a chance to catch you!"
Downey hated speedrunners so much that he also developed a huge resentment towards Barry Allen, a well-behaved boy who was far away in Midtown and still unknown.
Barry was doing his homework at this time, studying the new case assigned to him by the police station, but he suddenly shuddered, and an inexplicable chill rose from his spine.
"Am I going to catch a cold?" Barry muttered, puzzled. "Dr. Wells' particle accelerator is about to open. I have to get ready quickly. I can't miss it."
Donny was beaten badly and became very anxious. He knew that if he continued like this, he would be beaten to death. He didn't care about anything else and was determined to fight with Pietro until both of them were injured.
Quicksilver has never been a good-tempered person. He is notoriously arrogant. If I don't take this opportunity to defeat him, I'm afraid I will be despised by this guy for the rest of my life and won't even have the chance to speak normally.
Optimus Prime's five Transformers quietly turned their guns and pointed them at Donny. With just this simple action, another piece of Donny's armor was broken.
"Damn you Pietro, I'll let you taste the power of my Italian cannon. Even this can't defeat you, I admit it." Donny was filled with resentment. He was a little crazy and decided to go all out and die with Pietro.
Under Downey's control, the five Transformers mobilized all their resources for attack, no longer worrying about defense. The power of countless artillery fire was upgraded to the extreme, directly targeting Downey himself for large-scale bombing!
Boom! Boom! Rumble!
Optimus Prime and the others were simply going crazy, using all their weapons to attack their creator. Some of them carried rocket launchers to bombard, while others assembled a bunch of Gatling gun barrels and fired intensive bullets, trying not to miss any blind spots around Tony's body!
Madman! Idiot! Are you sick?
Pietro was horrified and started cursing. He had never seen such a person before! What the hell is this? I just hit you a few times, why are you so angry?! What a grudge this must have, to be so mad that he even hits himself!
Amidst the artillery fire, the neat asphalt road was completely shattered, with dust flying everywhere and a sand barrier more than ten meters high raised.
"That's enough! Stop it! I won't fight you anymore!"
Pietro screamed and staggered. It was not easy to avoid the intertwined fire network and the covering bombing rockets. His clothes were disheveled and even one corner of his clothes was torn by a bullet. This was really amazing for a person with speed ability like him. This experience was unique.
He stopped and stepped on a corpse. He couldn't hold it in any longer and vomited.
"It's good that you've surrendered. I should have beaten you into submission long ago!"
The gunfire stopped immediately. Donny was not dead yet. He laughed heartily. He was relieved that he had finally defeated a speedster.
The man with glasses was so frightened that he stared at Donny blankly, his worldview shattered.
At this moment, Donnie sat on the ground, his face bruised and swollen, his legs cramped, his armor torn and missing pieces, his entire body barely recognizable as a human. Smoke filled the air around him, and the ground was littered with bullets and fragments of armor that had fallen from his body. Most of his hair and eyebrows had been burned off, and what remained was wilted, like a refugee fleeing a disaster, looking utterly miserable.