Both start in hell: but their talents are multiplied a hundredfold.

Wow!

Quicksilver, chewing gum and with his hands in the pockets of his silver jacket, strode leisurely into the laboratory.

His military boots pounded on the ground littered with spent shell casings, the sound of which was left far behind by his own speed.

In this world, bullets hang in mid-air, spent casings rest three centimeters above the floor, a mercenary's scream is stretched into a thin line, and sweat is slowly trickling down another person's forehead at a speed invisible to the naked eye.

Everything seemed to be sealed inside the resin of time, and only he could travel freely through it.

Quicksilver walked between the two mercenaries, even playfully straightening one of their tilted night vision goggles, then went behind the other and flicked him lightly on the back of the head. Then he looked up at the center of the laboratory.

"Is that Doctor Octopus? Isn't that Spider-Man's old nemesis? What's he doing here?"

He strolled closer and looked at the red bean bun again.

"This girl's got some hot stuff. Is she a robot? Or some new model of Iron Man armor?"

His gaze swept over Arklayt, who was embedded in the wall, and Azazel, the demon, who was pressed under the alloy platform.

Quicksilver whistled.

"Big sister, that pose isn't very flattering."

Then he saw the woman of death, and the man in front of her wearing a black priest's robe.

"Okay, this outfit is even more retro than mine."

Quicksilver took off one of his earphones, slowly approached, circled halfway around Shen Jue, and carefully examined his face.

This oblivious, high-speed mutant was unaware that Shen Jue's gaze was following his movements.

"Is this the target those three unlucky guys are after? He looks like an ordinary priest, just a little bit more handsome than me," Quicksilver shrugged.

"Okay, maybe more than that."

He took two steps back, scanned the entire area, and determined that the three mutants had completely lost their ability to resist.

His mission was to cover for the three guys and determine if they needed assistance.

As a free agent, Quicksilver accepted a job and planned to take the mutants present with him at the last moment when the mission might fail.

But the intelligence report didn't mention that the target had such terrifying combat capabilities.

"Dude, seriously, to be able to get both Arkwright and Death Woman like this at the same time, you're way better than those flashy vigilantes in the news."

"Unfortunately," Quicksilver extended his hand in a gesture of respect, "you've run into me."

Quicksilver turned and walked toward the demon Azazel.

He planned to drag the guy out first.

In any case, no one can stop Quicksilver in his high-speed domain.

Until he heard a soft laugh.

The voice came from behind him.

Quicksilver froze for a moment.

His abilities were still functioning, but everything around him remained in a state of near-stagnation.

But the laughter was so clear and jarring.

"Hallucination?"

Quicksilver decides to slowly turn back.

"Then look behind you?"

Quicksilver shuddered and quickly turned his head.

Shen Jue was watching him from behind.

To be precise, Shen Jue's gaze was fixed on Quicksilver from the very beginning.

At this moment, those smiling eyes shifted with his movement, their pupils precisely focused on his face.

"That's impossible!"

Quicksilver's breath hitched.

He could see Shen Jue's lips moving slowly, but within his domain, such lip movements shouldn't exist.

Time had been stretched out infinitely, so long that even a bullet couldn't move it.

But Shen Jue smiled.

"You can see me?" Quicksilver blurted out, barely able to contain himself.

"You see?" Shen Jue's voice rang out unhurriedly, sounding perfectly natural even in the almost frozen space and time.

"I can still catch you."

"Child, you must know that there is no special force field brought about by the X gene."

"With just your body and soul moving at such a high speed in the real universe, you would have been torn into countless basic atoms in an instant by that violently changing gravitational field."

Shen Jue extended one finger, displaying it in front of Quicksilver.

"I'm different."

The skin of that finger underwent a slight deformation, as if it had been gently touched.

"My physique is strong enough to withstand the enormous gravitational field generated during such high-speed movement."

"If I hadn't used an electromagnetic field to restrain myself from the energy generated by the gravitational field," Shen Jue murmured with a smile, "half of humanity on Earth would be wiped out by now."

Quicksilver's pupils contracted sharply.

The next second, he felt pressure he had never felt before.

An invisible electromagnetic field surged in from all directions, like the pressure of deep-sea water squeezing into his body from every inch of air.

His steps became heavy, and his joints protested with aching pain.

His speed didn't disappear, but it was like a wild horse running at full speed suddenly getting its hooves caught in a sticky swamp.

Quicksilver wanted to charge, but his raised leg felt like it was made of lead.

He wanted to retreat, but it felt like there was an invisible wall behind him.

He turned to look at the others and noticed that the previously still cartridge cases had begun to tremble, as if an invisible hand was manipulating them.

"Space jump, shockwaves, self-healing factor, adamantium alloy, plus the mutant genes of speedsters..."

Shen Jue had already appeared beside Quicksilver.

Quicksilver, being the fastest human, didn't even see how Shen Jue moved, which was an absurd experience he had never had before.

He was always the one who disappeared from other people's sight; no one could ever appear out of thin air in front of him.

"Your ability is even more outstanding than I expected. In a time that is almost still, every movement you make seems to mock the physical laws of this world."

Shen Jue slowly raised his hand, his fingertips stopping on Quicksilver's forehead.

"Unfortunately, my senses are far too powerful."

"Whether it's the precision of time or the instantaneous change of thought, I can keep up with you as a speedster."

"Young man, are you interested in joining my ranks?"

"For love and peace."

A bead of cold sweat slid down Quicksilver's forehead, the sweat flowing down his skin as slowly as a drop of water melting from an iceberg.

"What exactly are you...?"

"Don't be nervous," Shen Jue said with a smile, withdrawing her hand.

"I'm also very interested in your sister."

"And me?"

"I'm just an ordinary priest who wants humanity to have love and peace."

Shen Jue gently patted Quicksilver's shoulder.

That light greeting, as gentle as a friend's greeting, froze Quicksilver in place.

He felt as if every cell in his body had been examined by some indescribable being, more thoroughly than Professor X's mind probe, and more precisely than any instrument.

"Don't worry, I won't take anyone's life easily," Shen Jue's voice rang in his ear, gentle and warm.

"The life of each of you mutants is extremely precious, and the X gene is simply a gift from the gods to mankind."

Quicksilver's headphones were still playing that upbeat rock song, the drumbeats ridiculously cheerful, completely out of place with the current atmosphere.

He finally realized that he had not stumbled into a laboratory.

It is a net that has already been spread out.

He, on the other hand, was a moth drawn into the candlelight.

Time began to flow again.

Dou Sha Bao looked at Quicksilver, who resembled a mosquito frozen in amber, without any surprise.

Quicksilver, the fastest speedster, has been captured by the electromagnetic confinement field.

Shen Jue analyzed and reverse-compiled the inertial cancellation field encoded by Quicksilver X's genes, turning it from an acceleration shield into a spacetime cage.

Quicksilver is still driven by his speedster instincts, but the electromagnetic field continues to stretch the interatomic distance from the quantum scale, breaking down each step into infinitely many levels of microscopic displacement.

Macroscopic displacement is diluted to an infinitesimal level approaching zero.

Therefore, to observers of the real universe, Quicksilver appears as an elongated afterimage, frozen in relativistic absolute stillness.

"How terrifying, Father," Doubao said absently, glancing at Quicksilver.

Even as an artificial intelligence, Doubao can sense this fear of stillness.

Upon witnessing this scene, Doctor Octopus Otto broke out in a sweat. Although he didn't know what Shen Jue had done, from the perspective of a top physicist, he could tell that...

What Shen Jue did to Quicksilver was enough to make many physicists question the meaning of life.

At this moment, the low howls of the mercenaries on the scene and the defeat of several mutants made Shen Jue nod with satisfaction.

"clang!"

A crisp sound came from outside the laboratory, like a superhuman smashing a steel bar with its head.

Spider-Man and the Frog each swung in through the blown-out ventilation shaft above the laboratory, each holding a taut strand of web high in the air.

The two pushed off and released from the cracked steel beam, then each used a spider silk thread to attach themselves to a load-bearing column further away, and fell in an alternating arc as they swung down.

Upon landing, Spider-Man crouched to absorb the impact, his left hand still holding onto a broken cable to prevent it from hitting a mercenary whose eyes had already rolled back in his head.

"Hey, Frog Bro, I told you we should have taken the subway." Spider-Man glanced around the lab, then looked down at his suit, its chest plastered gray with dust, his voice filled with genuine regret.

"There aren't any tall enough buildings around here for us to wander around in; it would be too tacky to just run over here."

The baby frog squatted next to him, and during this time, he became friends with Spider-Man, who usually roamed around New York.

After all, the two came from the same source; Shen Jue used Spider-Man's genes to create the milk frog.

Therefore, it's quite reasonable that Spider-Man and the Frog share a strange sense of familiarity and quickly become friends.

Spider-Man never judges his friends by their appearance. Even though the frog is a non-human being with an uncanny valley effect, Spider-Man already considers him a friend when the frog is wandering around New York stopping crime.

There are far too many mutants and superhumans in this world.

The little spider only assumed that the baby frog had an unfortunate past and never bothered to find out the baby frog's true identity.

"Hahaha!" the baby frog laughed, clutching its belly.

Spider-Man paused for a second, then instantly understood what the frog meant. He added, "You're right, it is indeed very high up here. Falling down here won't be graceful at all."

Spider-Man Peter Parker stood up and casually brushed the pebbles off his shoulder.

Then, he finally saw the entire laboratory.

The Arkwright, embedded in the wall, resembled a crumpled poster.

The demon Azazel, pressed down by the alloy platform, was almost spherical.

The woman who died was kneeling in the distance, her black hair obscuring her face.

A group of mercenaries lay sprawled on the ground, some clutching their legs and groaning softly, while others were too weak to even scream.

Further ahead, Doctor Octopus was standing next to a half-broken piece of equipment, his mechanical tentacles drooping limply, his lips dry.

Then, Peter saw Quicksilver.

The speedster remained in a stepping posture, hovering a dozen centimeters off the ground, his body enveloped in a semi-transparent electromagnetic field, like a sculpture encased in amber.

Even the piece of chewing gum in his mouth remained between his half-open lips, without falling out.

"Uh..." Spider-Man's gaze lingered on Quicksilver for three seconds, then turned to Shen Jue, then to Doubao, and finally landed back on Milk Frog.

"Hey Frog Bro, if I said right now, 'We've wandered onto the wrong set,' wouldn't you think I'm being incredibly unprofessional?"

"Hahaha!"

The frog just laughed, but Spider-Man understood what it meant.

"I know, I mean, this doesn't look like a place that needs vigilantes." Spider-Man raised his finger and pointed to Arkwright on the wall, then to Quicksilver who was frozen in place.

"It looks more like someone just finished making a violent movie with a superpower theme."

He sighed, took two steps forward, but didn't dare get too close to Shen Jue.

"I said, Father Shen Jue, when we last met..."

"You didn't tell me you were a mutant or a superhuman."

Shen Jue turned her gaze to Spider-Man.

Spider-Man felt a chill run down his spine from that gaze and instinctively took half a step closer to the baby frog.

"Don't be nervous, child," Shen Jue said gently. "I know you have many questions."

"No, I only have one question." Spider-Man raised a finger, his tone suddenly becoming serious.

"Are you a good person or a bad person?"

"Oh dear, little spider." Shen Jue's smile remained unchanged.

"Although I really want to tell you that some people are complicated, and mixed with some old-fashioned stuff like pure white ash."

"But I refused to do that."

"My children broke the legs of these mercenaries, I captured these mutants who tried to murder me and then planned to cure the diseases of all mankind, thus causing a tremendous social upheaval."

"But I still have to say it."

"I, Shen Jue, am a good boy."

The lab was silent for a second.

The little frog poked Spider-Man's waist with its finger.

"Ha ha!"

"What do you mean Father Shen Jue is your father?" Spider-Man exclaimed dramatically, "What are you talking about?"

"Ha!" This time, the little frog didn't burst into laughter. Instead, he said with amusement, "That's how it is, bro!"

"Without a father, there would be no baby frog!"

"The reason for the existence of the baby frog is for love and peace!"

Peter Parker, his expression betraying his barely concealed state beneath the tight-fitting mask, revealed his true feelings.