And this enemy who has no real villain is the biggest headache for Spider-Man. Every time he attacks, he will be suddenly disappeared by the sandman or turned into dust.
It’s so hard to control, it’s like facing an unexplored field.
Fighting against the sandman is like facing a multi-functional Swiss knife. When you see through his actions, he turns into dust. Unexpectedly, the key point is that Flint still has Uncle Peter Parker’s death, which is also the first super criminal who gave Peter the idea of becoming a superhero.
In terms of quality, Flint is not completely violent, and there is also a hidden affection in his heart. He didn’t want to do anything worse in the past except blindly robbing banks. He was either a super villain or his brain was too simple.
The gray light of the beach flashed, and Imil quietly appeared in the sand people. His fingertips were condensed into sharp nails with resentment and quietly crossed the void.
Only when a sword was cut across the sand did he feel shocked that he had been attacked. He looked blankly at one person, and a broken arm fell to the ground on the beach and fell into dust. The sand man covered his broken arm with his hands, and his eyes were frightened. He looked at the young man who suddenly appeared in front of him, and his face was full of fear.
"Who are you?" While the sandman was questioning, the beach dust suddenly flew up and automatically aggregated to form a new limb when Flint broke his arm.
Imil smiled indifferently and asked, "How is Penny?"
The sandman glared angrily and took a big step forward. "What are you going to do to my daughter?"
Imil said with a smile, "What are you going to do to Spider-Man, I’m going to do to your daughter. It’s fair and reasonable that one life is worth another."
"You dirty dog, if you dare to do something to my daughter, I will not let you go!" As he spoke, the sandman looked around. He searched for a long time and didn’t see any accomplices in Imil.
Flint burst into laughter. "Ha, ha, ha. Don’t you know that I have the ability to control sand freely after being irradiated? This is my territory! "
He can’t believe that Imil, a young man, dared to threaten himself alone. The Sandman decided to let Imil taste his power. The power theorist dared to hit his daughter. This is all forbearance!
Flint hit the ground with his fists and immediately controlled all the dust on the ground in front of the beach. He could gain the power of sand-combined-two-one, and in an instant, he expanded into a huge Pisha, who took a dust storm and swept over Imil.
Imil couldn’t avoid sneering at him. Every villain always overreached himself when he met himself. His arms spread out with a strong evil thought. "No, you’re wrong. This is my territory!"
The inner world came crashing down, and Flint’s dust suddenly disappeared and fell from it. He looked at Imil in great horror and trembled. "What did you do to me?"
"I told you that this is my world, and there is no dust except my strength. I’d like to see what you can do in this environment." Imil walked slowly to Flint and accompanied him with his footsteps, bringing in coils of dust and ashes after burning out.
This ashes looks no different from sand, but it is full of death resentment. The root is beyond Flint’s control. Flint tried to grind his teeth several times and completely lost hope. He looked at Imil and cried, "I don’t want to do this either, but I don’t want to choose. Please, you can kill me, but please don’t hurt my daughter. She is a koo."
"Are you? What about the old man who was shot by you and facing you to kill Spider-Man? Aren’t they koo? " Imil’s ponder is set in front of Flint. He is smiling, but his eyes are cold and without any warmth to be continued.
Chapter 397 Withdrawing troops from differentiation
Imil lost his eyes, and two dark green jack-o’-lanterns seemed to burn directly into Flint’s heart. He was like a judge with poor divine power and a messenger of death with a fair balance in his hand. He said coldly, "You are lying, dear. You are so hypocritical."
"Everyone has a choice. You can choose not to kill the poor old man sitting in the car, or you can choose not to join the Thunder Secret Service and become a fighter for SHIELD."
Flint opened his mouth wide. "Yes, yes, I admit that I can refuse to join the Thunder Secret Service, but I’m going to see my daughter, God, and he won’t want to see her lose her love from her father in a little angel’s life."
Imil stepped back and Flint was almost ready to cry. He couldn’t tell exactly what Imil came from.
Is it what he is doing or the old man who was killed by him?
Di Ke proved that it was really Flint’s only murderer, and it was not his intention. "My daughter was dying of illness at that time, and I needed money. A lot of money!"
Imil didn’t speak. He was actually no stranger to this story. Flint said with trembling lips, "I was afraid of the old gentleman. He was sitting in the car."
He robbed a sum of cash from the bank, and Flint fled in a hurry. At first sight, he took a fancy to parking his car beside the bank. Uncle Flint needed a car, so he ran to his uncle’s car and knocked on his window with a pistol. "I told the old gentleman I needed your car."
Flint slowly fell to his knees and recalled, "He told me to put the gun down and go home. God, it shouldn’t be like this. It shouldn’t be like this. It shouldn’t have happened."
At that time, Flint was shocked that an old gentleman could calmly face the danger of his life, but he was a little clumsy with a murder weapon in his hand.
It was a long time before Flint realized that the old gentleman wanted to help himself.
But in that case, Flint was not allowed to think that his accomplices had rushed out of the bank and shouted "Run! Flint police are coming!"
Flint had a gun in his hand. He was so flustered that his fingers were shaking and twitching. An accidental pistol went off. Flint could see the old man lying at his feet.
And he really didn’t know what to do. Flint wanted to save people in horror, but reason told him to escape as soon as possible.
His partner took his uncle’s car, while Flint left his uncle’s body in his arms.
Flint cried, "I swear I didn’t mean to do something terrible. I regret it every day. I don’t expect you to forgive me. I hope you won’t extend our hatred to my lovely daughter. She shouldn’t be hurt by hatred."
Imil slowly raised his fingertips and rubbed his face in Pakistan with a strange look and cold eyes. He looked at Flint. "I would like to believe that you regret Mr. Flint, but that’s not why I came."
Flint looked blankly at Imil with his mouth wide open and uttered a dry "ah" and "ah".
Imil shook his head and said, "You’d better wait until later to tell your uncle’s family. I think they will forgive you and I’m not qualified."
Flint muttered, "Yes, that was a mistake. I’m sorry, but I really can’t think of anything else you want to see me about?"
Imil is too lazy to tease the poor sandman any more. He has more things to do. He simply and neatly takes out the laser decoder from his pocket. Imil finds the instructions of the sandman’s nano-robot and unlocks his body monitoring.
Flint watched Imil’s remote control emit different lengths of light, and he was almost devastated before he knew what was going on.
Imil lifted Flint from the ground and waved him away. The world sank, "I’ve untied the control of your nano-robot. Now, just like my uncle said, let’s go home."
Flint’s legs were shaking. He looked at Imil trembling and said cautiously, "Is it true that I can go home now?"
Imil was displeased. "Are you doubting what I said?"