Become Infinitely Stronger Starting from Marvel

At noon, at the entrance of Oscorp industries, a group of students gathered here after their recent visit ended.

"Oscorp is so boring. It keeps introducing us to the company's brief history and various biological experiment processes, including spiders, lizards and mice. Who wants to listen to this?" A student complained, causing the people around him to nod in sympathy.

"By the way, where's Mr. James? He just went out for a while, why hasn't he come back yet?"

"I don't know…"

Listening to the conversation of his classmates, Peter Parker shook his dizzy brain, silently left the crowd and walked home.

…

"Name?"

"Kevin White."

"Gender?"

"Male."

"Home address? "

At the New York Police department, Kevin, who had changed into a set of clean clothes, sat on a chair and faced the police officer questions calmly.

When he killed the robbers, he had already prepared himself mentally. If he was really sentenced to a year or two for murder, he felt that New York judicial system was too strict, and he could need to abide his time for a little while.

With his current strength of tons, let alone confronting modern military force head-on, it would be easy for him to escape from prison. He could then stay in hiding and exercise for three to five years till he would eventually come back and control all major opposition of his eventual rising power and rule from the dark.

Outside the interrogation room, Chief George, who had no idea of ​​Kevin Far reaching plans, was flipping through Kevin past Record.

His parents were people who came from the countryside to make a living till they lost everything due to a gambling addiction. Not long after, they were found dead on the street. When their bodies were found, several of their organs were missing.

Kevin resume is much cleaner. He just goes to school simply. Not long ago, he spent a lot of money to get a gym membership. After that, he started skipping classes frequently. The reason why he was robbed in a bank today was because of skipping classes.

Judging from the records, Kevin has no criminal record and seems to be fine, but if you think about it, you will know how Kevin, who has no one to rely on, survived these years and has no part-time job record.

"According to records, you currently don't have any job. How did you get so much cash?" the police officer asked inside the room.

"It's well known that I'm handsome, so it's reasonable for someone to give me money, right?" Kevin said with the raise of the corners of his mouth, "And this obviously has nothing to do with the robbery case. I can completely refuse to answer these questions."

The police officer in front of him paused, looked up at Kevin, then lowered his head silently, unable to refute.

"Knock, knock, knock!" Just as the police officer was about to continue questioning, there was a knock on the closed door, forcing him to stop his work.

After opening the door, the police officer saw George at the door followed by a man wearing sunglasses, leaning on crutches, with bandages on his hands and feet.

"Chief, who is he?" the police officer asked.

Kevin was also surprised to see the person coming. Although he was wearing a mask at the time, he recognized him at a glance. This was the Daredevil who was sent to the hospital by him a few days ago. He was also wondering why this guy came here.

"This is Kevin White lawyer." George explained. He couldn't understand why this teenager, a man hailing from a miserable family, would have a lawyer come to his door so soon after the incident.

Moreover, the lawyer looked so miserable, as if he had just come out of the hospital.

"My client is first a victim, and he was acting in self-defense. You have no reason to detain my client in the police station." Matthew said to George righteously.

…

Three hours later, Kevin and Matthew came out of the police station. Although they were out of the police station, as an in-depth participant in this robbery case, Kevin activities were temporarily restricted to New York City.

And if there is any new development in the case, he may need to be summoned for further investigation.

"Why did you want to be my lawyer?" Kevin turned his head to look at Matthew beside him on the street: "Shouldn't you be thinking of sending me to jail?"

"Can a normal prison hold you?" Matthew turned around and asked, "Do we have to wait for you to escape from prison and take revenge on society? Let society produce another criminal like Bullseye?"

"I already know your family background. I don't want to train another super criminal. Although you have already stepped half a foot into it, if you turn over a new leaf, there is still a chance of turning back."

"I thought superheroes were the kind who would do anything to eliminate evil, but I didn't expect you to be so understanding." Kevin said with a smile, his hands in his pockets.

"Consider this as your reward for not killing me. You have such good physical fitness. Are you interested in being a superhero? I can teach you, just like my master taught me." Matthew said slowly.

He hoped to guide the young man in front of him to change his evil ways through words and deeds.

"You? Teach me?" Kevin looked at the man's bandaged hands and feet: "Don't forget who sent you to the hospital."

"That was just a sneak attack when I was off guard. Your attacks were all based on brute force. With my skills, I can be your teacher. If it happens again, I won't lose again." Matthew said seriously. If his injury hadn't healed yet, he would have wanted to drag Kevin into another fight.

"Then how come your invincible skills didn't let you detect my sneak attack." Kevin curled the corner of his lips. Instead of spending time practicing the so-called combat skills, he might as well take further time and practice his body building, and directly defeat all opponents with brute crushing force.

"That's all. Thank you very much for coming here today to be my lawyer despite your injuries. You can go back now. I'll contact you if there are any further legal issues." Kevin said half-heartedly, his tone looking like a scumbag who has squeezed out all the surplus value from a bootlicker.

Seeing Matthew's helpless expression, Kevin turned around at the intersection without any reluctance and walked towards the gym. He took out his cell phone as he walked, on which there were dozens of missed calls of all sizes.

The callers included teachers, principals, and various former known classmates.

As Kevin walked towards home, he looked through these phone numbers and picked out the one with his teacher James and called back.

The phone rang twice and was quickly connected. The other party's hesitant voice came from the other end: "Kevin, are you... in the police station now?"

"No, they just asked a few simple questions and let me out. I'm on my way home now." Kevin explained and continued: "Teacher, you also know that the current situation is a bit complicated, so I want to take a month off to rest and rearrange my life at home."

Facing Kevin request, James' attitude at this moment was gentle, without any dissatisfaction shown beforehand: "One month? I don't have the authority to do so, but I will help you talk to the principal. You just need to rest at home now."

"Thank you, teacher." Kevin thanked the teacher with satisfaction, then hung up the phone.

During the whole process, the teacher neither asked why he skipped classes to go to the bank nor talked about the murder in Kevin case, as if he knew nothing about it. After all, the profession of a teacher is just a job, and it is best not to ask about such personal matters.

After turning off his cell phone and feeling his bones itching from being idle for so long, Kevin ran to the gym.