New York, night.

Hand Mivor, a hard-working black worker working in a factory. To outsiders, this is an ordinary little man, a competent husband and father of two children. He goes to and from get off work every day and takes his whole family out for fun from weekends. With such a regular life trajectory, he can hardly find any unusual places.

And at this moment, he was running for life.

Drizzled in the dark sky, and a little light reflected on the dark ground was quite eye-catching. Hand Mivor ran wildly along a dark alley, with water churning under his feet, and filthy water splashed all over his trousers. He ran all the way, looking back in horror all the way, as if he was trying his best to escape the deepest nightmare of his life.

Mivor ran until his legs were almost completely removed from strength before he stopped. He leaned against the wall regardless of the moisture on the ground, gasping heavily like a bull, his clothes were basically soaked in the rain, and his heart was beating wildly, knocking against his chest.

The cold rain flowed down his cheeks, making Mivor calm down a little. He carefully shrank his body behind a pile of debris, poked out half of his head and looked at the alley behind him. The front of the alley was swallowed up by endless darkness, and the part within his sight was empty, only the rain was slapped on the ground with a "click" click.

It probably didn't chase after it, right?

Mivor breathed a sigh of relief and comforted himself in his heart. His hands and feet, which seemed to feel numb and numb, slightly restored his strength. He supported the wall with one hand and shaking his body.

And when his eyes were turned forward again, his pupils suddenly contracted, and even his breathing almost stopped.

It still chased after it - the dark shadow was blocking straight in front of the alley, and the scarlet light in the eyes dyed the rain in the area in front of it into blood red. It just stood there, and Mivor couldn't help but think of dying in his heart. It was as if the moment you saw the black outline, you lost all your fighting spirit, and your brain was inevitably occupied by the only thought of "dead".

Although the shadow was just standing there motionlessly, even so, Mivor had clearly understood that it could not let itself go so easily.

Since they were forced to this point, there was nothing we could do. Mivor made a desperate bet, gritted his teeth, and suddenly a blue current surged in his eyes that glared at the shadow. A large number of electric arcs instantly surrounded him, as if countless spiritual snakes were swinging.

"Who are you?" Mivor yelled, "What do you want from me?"

Without a reply, the other party was still standing there silently, staring at him with his eyes radiating scarlet light.

"Okay, okay, then there's nothing more to say." Mivor gritted his teeth, "Since that's the case, I'll let you know-I'm not easy to mess with either!"

With a loud shout, a huge amount of current burst out from the palms of his hands, and the blue light flashed through the entire dark alley in an instant. The torrent hit the black shadow's chest, making a "sizzling" electric shock sound effect. Blasts of white smoke were spreading, which was the rain water evaporated by the electric shock, and a scent that seemed to be burned spread at the same time.

Yes, Mivor is a superpower, but he feels that no one should know this fact except himself. Unlike those superpowers who often visit TV news, Mivor is quite low-key after obtaining superpowers. He thinks that no one should know this fact except himself, and even his wife and two children don't know it. If he had not been forced to protect himself today, he would still not use this ability.

Unfortunately, his ability seemed to hit a wall in the first actual combat. After the electric shock, the shadow in front of him seemed to be unscathed. He stood there motionlessly and twisted his neck leisurely.

"What?" Mivor seemed to be disbelief of his superpower failure.

But the figure finally took the initiative to move - he slowly took the steps and approached Mivor slowly. His steps were as heavy as machines, and each step left a very crisp sound in the alley.

"No!" Mivor shouted, "Don't come over!"

He waved his hands randomly, and the current released from his fingertips grabbed the abandoned debris around him like tentacles, and threw it at the figure approaching. The shadow still did not dodge, and everything that was smashed toward it by Mivor was strangely penetrated through it, falling to the ground one after another. The guy's body should be like a physical body. The rain could hit it, and there was a real heavy sound when his footsteps landed, but the attacks on it were all gone, as if it was just a holographic image.

Mivor was desperate. He shrank to the corner of the wall and finally shot out a few electric currents weakly, but all of them were useless. The other side came to him, and his scarlet eyes looked at him with a deep chill, as if he was about to pull out his soul through his eyes.

Mivor gritted his teeth and made up his mind to make a last fight. He roared with all his might, concentrating all his strength on his right hand, and the electric current gathered in his palm, and his whole palm seemed to turn into a sharp blue dagger, with a surprising momentum.

He shouted desperately, and Mivor hit the other party's forehead with a palm.

This time, it did not penetrate through it. Mivor's hand knife indeed hit the body of the other party's head. The blue current overflowed from the collision point, and part of the current jumped to the walls and ground on the side, and soon extinguished in the rain.

But although he successfully hit it, unfortunately his last blow still did not seem to have achieved any results. The opponent's red eyes seemed to turn up slightly, then he ignored his hand knife, and suddenly poked out like electricity, and a rag-like slap grabbed Mivor's face.

In an instant, an indescribable feeling came from this palm. Mivor felt that the palm was like a black hole, attracting everything that filled his body towards the black hole. He struggled desperately, screaming helplessly, feeling that everything in his body was sucked dry little by little, but he was completely powerless.

In just a dozen seconds, Mivor's entire face shriveled, like a mummy. As soon as the mysterious figure let go, he fell softly into the rain, and there was no movement.

"us."
Chapter completed!