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Hand Mivor, a hard-working black worker working in a factory. In the eyes of outsiders, this is an ordinary little person, a competent husband and father of two children, who commutes to work on time every day and takes the whole family out to play on weekends from time to time.

And at this moment, he is running for his life.

A drizzle of rain fell in the dark sky, and the reflection of light on the dark ground was quite bright. Hand Miwa ran desperately down a dark alley, water churning under his feet and filthy water splashing all over his trouser legs. He ran all the way, looking back in horror all the way, as if he was trying his best to escape the deepest nightmare of his life.

Mivol ran until his legs and feet were almost completely out of force. He sat down against the wall despite the dampness of the ground, panting heavily like a bull, his clothes almost soaked with rain, and his heart beating like a desperate beat, pounding on his chest one after another.

The cold rain ran down his cheeks, calming Mivor a little. He carefully curled up behind a pile of debris, poking out half of his head to look down the alley behind him. The front of the alley was swallowed up by endless darkness, and the part of the field of vision was empty, except for the rain "crackling" on the ground.

I shouldn't have chased it, right?

Miwa breathed a long sigh of relief, comforting himself in the bottom of his heart, and seemed to feel that his cold and numb hands and feet had regained a little strength. He leaned on the wall with one hand, swaying to his feet.

And when he cast his gaze forward again, his pupils suddenly contracted, and even his breathing was almost still.

It came after it anyway - the dark shadow stopped straight in front of the alley, the scarlet glow of its eyes staining the rain in the area in front of it blood-red. It stood there like this, and the thought of death could not help but pop up in Mivor's heart. It's as if the moment you see that black outline, you lose all fighting spirit, and your brain is irrepressibly occupied by the only thought of "dead".

The shadow was standing motionless for now, but even Mivor knew clearly that it couldn't let itself go so eloquently.

Since they have all been forced to this point, there is no way. Mivol made a desperate move, gritted his teeth, and suddenly a blue current suddenly surged out of his eyes that stared at the black shadow, and a large number of arcs of electricity instantly surrounded him, as if countless spirit snakes were screaming and swimming.

"Who the hell are you!?" Miwa yelled, "What do you want from me?" ”

There was no response, and the other party just stood there silently, staring at him with eyes that radiated scarlet light.

"Okay, okay, then there's not much to say." Mivor gritted his teeth, "In that case, I'll let you know too—I'm not easy to mess with!" ”

With a loud shout, a massive amount of electricity burst out from the palms of his hands, and the blue light flashed through the entire dark alley in an instant, and the torrent hit the black shadow's chest, making a "popping" electric shock sound. Bursts of white smoke were spreading, rain that had been evaporated by electric shocks, and a smell that seemed to be burnt filled at the same time.

Yes, Mivol is a superpower, but he thinks no one but himself should know about this fact. Unlike those superpowers who often visit the TV news, Mivol has kept a low profile after acquiring his superpowers, believing that no one but himself should know about this fact, not even his wife and two children. If he hadn't been forced to defend himself today, he would still not have used this ability.

And unfortunately, his ability seems to have hit a wall in the first actual battle. When the shock was over, the shadow in front of him seemed to be unscathed, standing motionless and twisting its neck leisurely.

"What?" Mivol seems to be in disbelief that his superpowers at the bottom of the box have failed.

The figure finally made a move—he slowly walked away, unhurriedly approaching Mivor. His steps were as heavy as a machine, and each step left a crisp sound in the alley.

"No!" Miwa yelled, "Don't come here! ”

He waved his hands wildly, and the electricity released from his fingertips grabbed the discarded debris around him like tentacles, and threw it at the approaching figure regardless of the three-seven-twenty-one. And the shadow still did not dodge, and everything that Mivol had smashed at it pierced through it strangely, and fell to the ground one after another. This creature should be physically distinct, the rain can fall on it, and the footsteps fall on it with a solid heavy sound, but all the attacks launched at it are all missing, as if it were just a hologram.

In despair, Mivor shrank into a corner, and finally shot a few electric currents weakly, but to no avail. The other party came to him face to face, and the scarlet eyes stared at him with a deep chill, as if to tear his soul out through the eyes.

Miwal gritted his teeth and was determined to make a last-ditch effort. He yelled as hard as he could, concentrating all his strength on his right hand, and the electricity "crackled" in his palm, and his entire palm seemed to turn into a sharp blue dagger, which was quite amazing.

Desperately yelling, Mivor slammed his palm into the other man's head.

This time, it didn't penetrate it, Mivor's hand knife did hit the entity of the opponent's skull, and the blue electricity spilled out from the point of impact, and some of the electricity jumped to the nearby walls and ground, and was quickly extinguished in the rain.

But despite the successful hit, it seems that his final blow still did not have any effect. The other party's red eyes seemed to roll up slightly, and then he ignored his hand knife, and a hand reached out like electricity, and the rag-like slap pinched Mivor's face.

In an instant, an indescribable sensation came over the palm, and Mivol felt that the palm was like a black hole, attracting everything that filled his body towards it. He struggled desperately, screaming helplessly, feeling like everything in his body was being sucked dry little by little, but he was completely powerless.

In just a few seconds, Mivor's entire face was shriveled down, almost like a dried corpse. As soon as the mysterious figure let go, he fell limply in the rain and did not move.

"We."

The black figure left this last word of self-talk, and then disappeared into the darkness.