Pixel Maniac in the Comic World

Chapter 139 Wise Terry

Terry twitched the corners of his mouth in embarrassment.

Just now, when he relied on his super high mobility to clean up the corrupted zombies on the street, he really couldn't resist the temptation of new equipment and turned on the second gear while running.

Then, after cutting down a sufficient number of zombies and filling up the hit points, he excitedly turned on the third gear.

It wasn't until he entered the third gear that Terry understood the concept of overclocking.

His consciousness has been accelerated to a level where he cannot communicate effectively with ordinary people.

To Terry, other people's conversations in the communication channel were like noise that had been stretched to the limit and sounded disgusting. However, the words he spoke himself were because the syllables were too closely connected. The length of a sentence sounded to Clint and the others like it had been compressed into one or two words, making them incomprehensible at all.

After all the corrupted zombies that could be found on the street were cleared, Terry wanted to turn off the overclocking state, but found that there was something wrong with the black-designed shutdown procedure.

When exiting overclocking, the ending process of the overclocking state was not only extremely slow and difficult to wait for Terry, but the ratio of physical overclocking deceleration and mental overclocking deceleration was actually inconsistent.

So Terry could only stand still for a long time, and adjust the frequency of his body and mind by constantly silently reciting words and some small movements.

During this process, Terry felt an unprecedented amount of physical exertion. What was terrible was that the recovery speed of his physical exhaustion came from the effect of the jewelry and was not taken into account the overclocking state. Instead, it made his body and consciousness even more fragmented.

"When you are not using your abilities, through a lot of training, you can completely control your body."

"Look, I'm completely fine. This is no longer the past. Captain, training was just a helpless move in your era when superpowers were scarce."

The light in Terry's eyes dissipated instantly, and he weakly lowered his head again.

Terry perked up.

"My physical fitness is beyond ordinary people. Training is meaningless to me. I can get full marks in almost all training modes provided by the Science, Strategy and Defense Agency."

"I used to have a team member whose ability was very similar to what you just performed. He couldn't control the speed that was much faster than ordinary people at first, but he later solved this problem. Maybe you can learn from it."

"not like this."

Seeing Terry energetically catching up with Danny and Peter, and the three young people talking and laughing together, Steve frowned deeply and stood there with a sigh.

Terry yawned. After reinstalling his Nebula Dewdrops, he had regained enough strength in just half a minute. He stretched out his hands and jumped off Steve's shoulders.

In the end, Terry simply took off all the accessories, and then he completely adjusted his condition, and after saying a few simple words, he collapsed directly.

‘The world of speedsters is indeed not easy to navigate. The third gear is difficult to control, and the second gear is barely manageable. When encountering special needs scenes in daily life, turning on the first gear is overwhelming-it’s better not to use this thing indiscriminately if you have nothing to do. ’

Clint patted Steve on the shoulder.

In the eyes of Clint and Steve, he stayed where he was and didn't move. In fact, Terry kept making various little moves, trying his best to correct his overclocking problem.

Just when Terry felt that he had almost recovered and was reinstalling all the accessories in the inventory, Steve suddenly spoke.

"Not only Terry, but also Peter has the same idea. Their superpowers are so much superior to those of us that require a lot of hard work to master. We are almost at the end of being eliminated by the times. ”

Unexpectedly, Steve's attitude was quite insistent.

"It doesn't mean training an ordinary body to have higher strength, nor does it mean all kinds of special skills, but it focuses on the training of mental state and subtle control of the body. Believe me, this will be very helpful to you."

"How to solve it?"

After Steve said this, he closed his eyes.

Clint shrugged.

"I used to have the same idea as you, Captain, but the fact is that their superpowers give them capital that surpasses us in all aspects. You know, I'm used to it. Terry and Peter can achieve everything they want." They all surpassed me in terms of grades, and I have no convincing.” ˆ ˆ ˆ “That’s not the case.”

Steve repeated again, opened his eyes, clenched his fists, and took steps again.

Clint was stunned, shook his head and followed.

Then Steve's mouth suddenly said the words that Nick had almost dreamed of these days.

"I agree to join the All-Victory Commandos, but I have one condition."

"What conditions?"

Clint was a little curious as to why the captain suddenly changed his mind.

"I ask that every daily training content be changed according to my wishes. I want to tell them that there are more important things than superpowers."

"...Well, I guess I can't make the decision, but I guess it's not a big problem."

Clint replied dully, and then subconsciously looked at the three young people in front of him who were talking and laughing.

Terry turned his head and quietly gave Clint a thumbs up.

Clint's eyes widened.

This kid actually provoked Steve on purpose just now?

As the armored vehicles of the armed forces drove onto the road of Forest Hill Avenue, the heavily armed combatants, wearing professional gas masks and holding firearms, began to thoroughly clean up all the hidden corners.

Then, the team of the Scientific and Strategic Defense Bureau's medical team took away tonight's heroes one by one in an orderly manner and conducted a more comprehensive examination of their bodies to prevent the unknown gas from causing damage to their bodies.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Clint covered his arm with a disinfectant patch and came to Terry's isolation room where he was undergoing a blood test.

Looking at Terry, who was sitting on a stool drawing blood with a calm expression, Clint sneered.

"You kid, did those words just come from your sincerity, or did you have ulterior motives?"

"Half and half."

Terry raised his head, raised his remaining hand and tapped his temple.

"When I first tested my new ability, it only took more than twenty minutes for you, but I almost had two more hours of free time to think about something.

I just happened to come up with a method that I think has a high success rate. "

Terry then spread his palms and shook them: "To be honest, theories are theories. Being able to think clearly is one thing, but I did find that unknowingly, I began to rely too much on an almost omnipotent person. Superpower, I want to see what method that legend can come up with to change the attitude of our 'young people'."

Clint nodded, somewhat impressed.

"I always feel that when you are not careful, you will show a maturity that is not consistent with your age. Nick really found a treasure."

"Don't worry, I'm just still thinking about this part of the reward."

Terry put down his arm and watched the needle withdraw from the skin. He casually pulled out a disinfectant patch and put it on, covering the needle opening with his thumb.

Then he stood up and his expression began to darken.

"Now, let's talk about the Hand. Those guys actually dared to come and cause trouble on my happiest day. I'm quite angry now."

(End of this chapter)