I'm Pietro Maximov and I grew up in a gypsy family and lived with my twin sister Wanda Maximov.

The surname Maximov comes from the gypsy family, who were very kind, adopted us when we were babies and took good care of us as adults.

When I was a teenager, I suddenly realized that I was so fast and able to run faster and faster, and I didn't even know how fast I could run. When my adoptive parents found out, they solemnly warned me that I was not allowed to show my speed to outsiders. I eavesdropped on their conversations, and the adoptive parents talked about words like "mutants."

In those days, the television and newspapers were full of news about a villain, the biggest terrorist in the world, and people feared him and cursed him. The villain and the group that followed him were called "mutants" and "fraternities".

I later learned the name of the villain, and the public called him Magneto.

Until a few years ago, the villain named Magneto came to the door, it was a nightmare, and we said goodbye to a peaceful life. Without the slightest reason, without the slightest explanation, Magneto forcibly abducted me and my sister until now.

We were under his hands, and we had to be trained rigorously every day, and the villain said that he would maximize the potential of both of us, and that he would train us to be the strongest warriors we could be.

My speed is getting faster and faster, and no one can catch up with me, and I gradually learn that I am also a member of the "mutant" group. There's nothing wrong with this, I have the strength, no one dares to bully me, the people who bullied me before, I ran back thousands of miles and beat them up one by one, I'm afraid they don't know what happened.

I've fought another wave of mutants, and in a split second, I can kidnap them and throw them in another city, and every time the other party goes to great lengths to find me after a war, asking me which city I've gotten people into.

I'm happy, proud, and always have a huge sense of pride that I couldn't have had before, and I'm proud to be part of the mutants.

But I've always had a great fear of that villain, and I'm no match for him. Sister Wanda, on the contrary, always felt close to that villain.

Until the truth is revealed, or what we thought it was, the scoundrel neither admits nor refutes it.

Then he sent me out and asked me to find a man named Donnie, and for no reason, he just let me go.

I saw people, how to say, my first impression was...... It's annoying......

……

Countless fists smashed on Donnie's body, beating him to the ground, his body was knocked into the air, and he was beaten back and forth by punches and kicks from nowhere, and the whole person seemed to be repeatedly pulled by some huge force, flying around in the air.

It only took a split second for Pietro to punch Downey several times from the front and back at the same time with his exaggerated speed. Don't think that the fists of people with speed ability are as easy to connect with ordinary people, with the help of acceleration, they can punch with a single punch with tons as the basic unit, and ordinary punches and kicks are the best weapons for those of them who have speed ability.

Petero, a person with speed ability, is several times dozens of times the speed of sound as soon as he runs, which requires his own body to be strong, otherwise he would have exploded in breaking through the sound barrier.

Not to mention that he was very careful to avoid the mess on the ground while running, and he was still at ease.

The small Transformers armor on Donnie's whole body had been tempered by Donnie with the fire source, but at this time, under Quicksilver's seemingly ordinary fist and foot attacks, most of them were almost scrapped.

Those who have speed abilities are so terrifying!

Donnie gritted his teeth and barely fired a few shots, but to no avail, his movements were an image that slowed down countless times in Pietro's eyes. Donnie endured the attack in silence, his armor kept breaking, and if he didn't think of a way, the armor would be blown up, and he could only use his flesh and blood to fight Pietro, which was definitely a tragedy.

Petero's heart was happy, and most of his anger was gone, although he didn't know why this guy knew him so well, could it be that the old guy Eric told Donnie? Then why did the old guy admit the relationship to outsiders, but not tell their brother and sister?

Petro thought about it, spontaneously opened his mind to make up something, and his anger quietly dissipated, but in the misunderstanding, there was some snickering, as if looking at this guy, it seemed to be a little more pleasing to the eye...... Well, only a little bit.

His speed ability is not only reflected in movement, but also in thinking faster than ordinary people imagine, and brain activities such as learning and thinking are also reflected in speed ability.

The same is true for the Flash in the future, the speed ability is like a hang-up in some places, and it is not reasonable at all.

"This big hanger, the speed ability of a thousand knives, don't let me have a chance to catch you!"

Downey hated the guy who played with speed, and he had a huge grudge against Barry Allen, a well-behaved boy who was still unknown in Midtown.

Barry was doing his homework at this time, studying the new case handed to him by the police department, but he suddenly shivered, and an inexplicable chill rose from his spine.

"Are you going to catch a cold?" Barry was inexplicable, and his mouth muttered, "Dr. Wells's particle accelerator is almost open, I have to hurry up and get ready, don't miss it." ”

Donnie was beaten badly, and he was even more anxious, and if he continued like this, he had to be killed, he couldn't care so much, and he was determined to fight with Pietro to lose both.

Quicksilver has never been a good temper, he is notoriously arrogant, and he doesn't take this opportunity to convince him, but he is afraid that he will be despised by this guy for the rest of his life, and he will not even have a chance to speak normally.

The five Transformers of Optimus Prime quietly turned their guns and aimed murderously at Donnie himself. With such a simple action, Donnie's armor was broken again.

"Your uncle's Pietro, let you taste the taste of Lao Tzu's Italian cannon, this can't kill you, Lao Tzu admits it." Donnie was so angry that he was a little mad and simply let go and die with Pietro.

Under the control of Donnie, the five Transformers mobilized all resources for output, no longer caring about defense, and the power of countless artillery fire was upgraded to the extreme, directly aiming at Donnie himself for large-scale bombing!

Rumble! Rumble! Thundered!

Optimus Prime and the others are simply crazy, pouring all their weapons at their creator, some carrying rocket artillery bombardment, and some assembling a bunch of Gatling barrels by themselves to carry out intensive bullet output, trying not to let go of every dead end around Donnie's body!

Lunatic! Idiot! You're sick, you!

Petro was full of liver and gall, and he scolded, he had never seen this kind of person! What are you doing, isn't this just hitting you a few times, what about you!! What a hatred this is, to launch a madness and even beat yourself!!

In the burst of artillery fire, the neat asphalt road was completely bombed to pieces, and dust flew up, setting off sand barriers more than ten meters high.

"Enough, enough! Stop, stop fighting! ”

Pietro shouted, his body staggered, trying to dodge the vast array of intertwined nets of fire and the rockets that covered the bombardment, so much so that his clothes were disheveled, and even a bullet tore the corners of his clothes, which was too amazing for a man of speed ability, and this experience was unparalleled.

He stopped, happened to step on a corpse, couldn't hold back anymore, and threw up.

"It's good to take it, it's long overdue to convince you!"

The artillery fire immediately stopped, Donnie was not dead, he laughed, and finally subdued a speed ability, and his heart was happy.

The man with glasses was stupid, he looked at Donnie in a daze, and his three views collapsed.

At this time, Donnie was sitting on the ground, with a blue nose, swollen face, leg cramps, and a missing piece of clothing and armor, and the whole person could hardly see a person. The smoke around him was filled with bullets and fragments of armor that had fallen from him, and most of his hair and eyebrows had been burned, and the rest was wilted, like a refugee on the run, miserable.