In Marvel: Too Many S-Class Talents to Use

At this moment, the old tailor seemed to have aged 10 years. His face was haggard, his eye sockets were sunken, and he had two thick dark circles under his eyes, like a trainer in Undercity.

When the old tailor saw that it was Su Ming, he shouted:

"Wait a minute! Just one minute!"

Then he delicately swung the hammer in his hand to process something...

"What tailor uses a hammer instead of scissors?"

Su Ming was puzzled, but the old tailor's focused expression created an aura of a craftsman, which made Su Ming unable to say anything teasing.

One minute later.

"Okay! Haha~~"

The old tailor held up the thing in his hand and was as excited as a child who had received a favorite toy.

Su Ming took a closer look - it was a half-face mask made of pure silver with cast patterns.

The exquisite patterns were carved out by the old tailor hammer by hammer, exuding a simple and elegant beauty.

"This……"

Before Su Ming could speak, the old tailor stuffed the mask into his hands.

Just as Su Ming was stunned, the old tailor took out a black box from the studio in the back and placed it on the chopping board in front of Su Ming.

"Shh!..."

Seeing Su Ming about to ask something, the old tailor raised his finger in front of his mouth:

"Stop talking nonsense. Put it on and show me! Quick~"

His bloodshot eyes were filled with anticipation.

Su Ming didn't know what was going on, so he had to do as he was told - craftsmen always have strange tempers!

When he opened the box and saw a sea of ​​blood red, Su Ming was stunned.

"This is so different from what we agreed on..."

Under the repeated urging of the tailor, Su Ming changed into this suit.

"Okay! Okay! Quick! Put on the mask! Put it on!"

As Su Ming gradually changed his clothes, the old tailor's eyes became brighter and brighter, his skinny arms trembled slightly with excitement, and he urged loudly.

Looking at himself in the mirror, Su Ming had to admit - this old tailor was quite something!

Even I was amazed!

A scarlet velvet suit gleamed like liquid metal under the bright lights.

The slim fit outlines sculptural lines, and the double row of hand-sewn amber buttons reflects a subtle light, like the medals on the breastplate of an ancient Roman warrior.

The faintly visible dark patterns on the lapel are outlined with golden silk threads to create an elegant totem of entwined vines.

The collar of the ivory silk shirt worn underneath is embellished with hand-embroidered nightingale feathers, and the deliberately distressed wrinkles on the collar add a touch of lazy elegance to the overall look.

The sterling silver mask in her hand echoes the subtle crocodile leather embossing on the side seams of her trousers.

This outfit is simply a relic of the aristocracy during the Art Nouveau period.

The moment Su Ming put on the mask, his whole temperament changed again - there was a hint of evil charm in his nobility.

It was as if the mysterious Lucifer was walking slowly from the depths of hell, stepping on flames.

The most valuable thing is that although it looks like a dress, it has amazing elasticity and will not be easily torn by strenuous exercise.

The old tailor looked at the work in front of him - this was the masterpiece he was most satisfied with in many years!

With a slight warmth in his eyes, the old tailor waved to Su Ming, indicating that he could leave.

When Su Ming wanted to pay, he heard the old tailor sigh without even turning his head:

“Thank you, young man.

It gave me the opportunity to transform from a craftsman into an artist...

Go away...

Oh, remember the name of this suit.

--scarlet."

Su Ming savored the old tailor's words, remembered his code name, and murmured:

"Scarlet fate..."

Chapter 10 A Shocking Knife

Su Ming still took off this extremely ostentatious outfit.

Just kidding, he could imagine the spectacular scene of him parading around in this outfit and being chased and blocked as if he were a celebrity on a roadshow.

Maybe being a star wouldn't be bad?

But Su Ming had no good feelings towards that hypocritical world of fame and fortune.

I gave up the idea in an instant.

The old tailor's craftsmanship is truly remarkable. This scarlet suit is simply a work of art. Paired with the silver carved mask, it adds the finishing touch and elevates the style several times.

I'll probably change it in missions where I need to hide my identity...

It’s never wrong to keep a low profile in daily life.

……

Afhan, Kuna Province.

Under Obadiah's arrangement, Su Ming came to the place where Tony demonstrated the Jericho missile.

Looking at the mountain in the distance that was razed to the ground by missiles, Su Ming sighed that it was better to stay away from missiles.

At this moment, the phone rang, and Obadiah's angry voice came:

"These shady scumbags who imprisoned Tony—how is that any different from protecting him?

Damn it~

Why not kill him!?

Mr. Fate, I beg you to go to their armed stronghold immediately and kill Tony! It would be best to kill all those damn terrorists from the Ten Rings as well!

After that, he hung up the phone.

Has the plot already developed to this point?

There are quite a lot of people who miss Tony Stark!

Those idiots from the Ten Rings gang still want to threaten Tony to help them build the Jericho missile?

Even if he doesn't take action himself, Tony will deal with them all.

Originally, I had planned to take action after Tony was kidnapped, and I thought I would have to wait a few more days in this godforsaken place.

Now it seems that the timing is right.

He slowly took off his coat, revealing a scarlet suit, put on a mask, and walked away in the approximate direction provided by Obadiah.

The driver standing by saw the mysterious young oriental man taking off his coat and he looked like a different person. His aura was so dazzling that he couldn't look directly at him.

"Son of the Beach! He's as pretty as a pussy!"

While he was still secretly jealous of Su Ming's appearance, a strong wind blew yellow sand towards him.

"Cough cough~"

The wind and sand dissipated, and the driver stood there in a daze:

"WHAT THE F…? Where are…people?"

……

This was the first time that Su Ming ran at full speed after upgrading his level 1 physical fitness to level 5.

The air pressure formed behind him rolled up a whirlwind, carrying yellow sand and gradually stretching Su Ming. From a distance, it looked like Su Ming's golden cloak.

After running for nearly two hours, Su Ming only felt that his speed was getting faster and faster - of course, his speed was still far slower than that of the Flash.

A speed of just over 100km/h may not be a big deal here, but you have to know that this is the speed that Su Ming achieved in the desert with his two legs.

Before exchanging for the Flash talent, he has reached a certain height.

When a small valley appeared before his eyes, Su Ming's mouth curled up:

"Finally found it..."

Obadiah only gave him a rough location, but Su Ming, with his extraordinary physical strength and vision, managed to find it after nearly two hours of searching.

Su Chen saw scattered soldiers scattered inside and outside the valley, and various weapons and ammunition were piled randomly on the side, all of which were sprayed with "Stark Industries" logos of varying sizes.

"Not only did they kidnap Stark using the weapons Stark made, but they also continued to use Stark's weapons to threaten Stark into making weapons for them - that's ridiculous."

I'm afraid Tony Stark himself thinks so too.

When he was about 2 kilometers away, Su Ming stopped.

The scarlet suit was like a rose blooming in the barren desert, strikingly so. But the Ten Commandments Gang members lacked Su Ming's foresight and noticed nothing.

The ultra-long-range vision swept across the troops in the valley, and Su Ming slowly pulled out a throwing knife.

He wanted to test the power of the flying knife.

Now is the time.

When the pupil deflects and locks onto a certain position.

Su Ming moved.

There wasn't much movement, just raising his hand and throwing—it was as normal as brushing off the dust from his shoulders.

However, the titanium alloy flying knife flashed away at a speed far beyond common sense.

It was not until it flew nearly a thousand meters that a deafening explosion was heard.

Su Ming squinted his eyes and observed. The flying knife disappeared into the valley in the blink of an eye - it did not hit any enemy.

4 points of force.

He did it on purpose.

Until they saw from afar that the flying knife had detonated a small ammunition dump, and a large number of terrorists filed out of the temporary base, roaring and shooting but unable to find any targets.

Su Ming threw another flying knife...

This time he used 6 points of force.

The flying knife emitted a supersonic boom the moment it left his hand, ruffling Su Ming's hair.

When the rolling sand and wind blew into the valley, no gunshots could be heard.

Before the Ten Rings gang members could react, a flash of cold light flashed into their eyes, pierced through their bodies, crushed their internal organs, and exploded their torsos...

Unfortunately, he was hit directly by the flying knife. After his body was pierced through, he was further damaged by the subsequent force. His whole body exploded on the spot and scattered into pieces.

Fortunately, those who were not hit by the flying knives were blown to the ground and dizzy by the subsequent strong wind.

The valley has a special terrain and there is only one path.

There were quite a few lucky people who were hit by the flying knives. After one blow, the ground was still littered with broken limbs and arms.

In the past, these terrorists loved to admire the red and white blood splashes when their heads were blown apart by bullets. They didn't expect that today it would be their turn - and it would be their bodies that exploded.

Those who died on the spot were lucky.

The so-called survivor was rolling on the ground with only half of his body left, screaming and waiting for death.

The lucky ones who were not injured stared blankly at the sky, they had no idea what was going on...

Was it a bombing?

But I didn’t see any plane at all!

Even if there were airplanes, the sound of the engines would not have escaped their ears.