The gray-haired old man was Ben Parker, Spider-Man's Peter Parker's uncle, the kind old man whom King knew.

"Child, I know you need help, but don't forget your own heart, think about the consequences of doing these things, your wife, your children, are still at home waiting for you to go back, you have to think about this...

Uncle Ben persuaded a middle-aged man in a plaid shirt in front of him, and at the same time took out a wallet from his pocket tremblingly, took out all the money in it and handed it to the other party, but judging from the various bills mixed in it, most of them were ten dollars or even less in face value, and his life was not comfortable.

The middle-aged man in front of Uncle Ben looked at the person in front of him a little stunned, he unconsciously stretched out his hand and took the money handed to him by the other party, but his face was a little ashamed, his heart was struggling, the words of the gray-haired old man in front of him reminded him of his wife at home, and his daughter waiting for him, Penny, my baby...

At this moment, a yellow hair suddenly rushed out from behind the middle-aged man in the plaid shirt, "Damn, I said okay, it's not a priest, go die, you damn old thing!" Yellow Fur raised his pistol and pointed it at the gray-haired Ben.

The plaid man was immediately shocked, "No, don't! He just wanted to get through the difficulties in front of him temporarily, and then make amends later, he never thought of hurting others, or even killing people, and he didn't want the old man in front of him who had good intentions towards him, to be hurt in any way.

Seeing that the tragedy was about to happen, a clear male voice sounded, "Protect against flying weapons!" "Lightning Beam!"

A dazzling white light flashed, and there seemed to be a remnant of the light on the retina.

"Ahh The man in the plaid shirt saw his yellow-haired companion, shouting that he didn't know something, while lying on the ground with convulsions, and even foaming at the mouth, the yellow hair on his head was like an antenna, standing up, and the kind old man in front of him seemed to be covered by a film, but he was also stunned now.

A gust of breeze blew on his face, and the plaid shirt man's eyes lit up, and there was already an extra man in front of him, but this man was dressed quite strangely, and he seemed to be a magician?

"William Baker?"

The plaid shirt man suddenly became smart, and he quickly raised his pistol and aimed it at the mysterious man in front of him.

"You, what are you talking about? I'm not William Baker, I'm I, I'm Flint Marco! The plaid man let out an angry roar, and the pistol was pointed at the man dressed as a magician, but his hands were shaking, and he couldn't aim at all, and he didn't even open the safe.

"Well, whatever your name is, it doesn't matter, the important thing is that I've seen through your heart."

The turquoise eyes are like an endless sea, which attracts the heart of the man in the plaid shirt.

"When we first met, I was a magician."

The man who claimed to be a magician pointed at his magic stick, and suddenly a black rope flew out of his cuff, swimming on the ground like a snake, and then tied up the unconscious yellow-haired bandit firmly.

"From your hesitation and struggle just now, I can see that you are not a murderous thug, your heart is full of feelings, there is family affection, love, and even gratitude to this old man, you should not embark on the road of crime, it is too late to choose." The Sandman is not a pure criminal, his remaining conscience makes him hesitate, repeatedly, and even once joined S.H.I.E.L.D., Jing believes that as long as he is well persuaded to do so, he can become a righteous and kind person, even if the other party can't become a righteous hero sandman, he can make the world have one more good person.

Hearing the magician's words, the plaid man was ashamed, "But, I really need this money." ”

"Say your request, I believe there will be many people in the society who are willing to help you, like this venerable elder next to you."

Following the magician's gaze, William saw the white-haired old man who was a little shocked, but still looking at him expectantly, just now, although he was holding a gun at the other party, but the other party was persuading him to be kind.

"I can also help you, if you want, I can provide you with a formal, decent job through my friends, you can get more necessities, and your wife, your children, don't have to worry about you."

Looking at the gentle magician, and then looking at the respectable old man next to him, William, the man in the plaid shirt, couldn't help but feel ashamed, he casually threw away his pistol, put his hands behind his back, and hugged his head, judging from the strange ability that the other party just showed, the other party can easily subdue himself, just like the yellow hair who was lying unconscious at his feet, but the other party did not do this, but used words to persuade himself, what reason did he have not to accept it?

"Very well, William, I will not tie you up, you are different from him."

Kyo looked into the eyes of the middle-aged man in front of him, "You have the potential to become a hero." ”

"Heroes... William muttered this word that he had never thought of, does such a self also have the potential to become a hero? He couldn't help but look up at this mysterious figure who called himself a magician, and all he saw was sincerity.

William lowered his head, "I will confess, I will reform myself." ”

Jing patted William, the future sandman, on the shoulder, "Dude, it's nothing, you'll come out soon, now look at the palm of your right hand." ”

William was a little puzzled, not knowing why the other party said this, but he still looked at his palm, and he couldn't help but widen his eyes, there was a string of numbers on them, which was flashing.

"Did you write it down?"

William stared at the number, then memorized it in his heart, he was sure that he would never forget, and nodded fiercely at the magician.

Kyo smiled and patted William's shoulder, then turned and walked towards the dark corner, "I'm looking forward to our next meeting, I'm sure it will be soon, now it's time for me to go, you should be glad you met such a kind old man." He had heard sirens in the distance.

William nodded vigorously, and when the other party had slowly walked away, he could only see the other party's blurred back from a distance, William turned his head to face the old man who was looking at him with a smile, and he bowed deeply: "Thank you, old man." ”