Quicksilver's mind was fast, but he usually wore the suppressor gear Daisy had made for him, keeping himself only slightly faster than an ordinary person.
Today, in order to save people, he had turned off the suppressor gear. For some reason, thoughts now sprang up in his mind one after another.
Often, before he had even finished thinking through one thought, while he was still considering it, a new thought would emerge.
At that moment, the many thoughts in his mind were influenced by an abrupt idea. Under normal circumstances, he would definitely have sensed something was wrong, but his thoughts were moving too quickly, exposing several gaps in his reasoning instead.
"Let's go in and take a look. What if there are dangerous items inside? I can help move them out of New York." His gaze was a little vacant as he forcibly found himself a reason and stepped into what appeared to be Mr. Fantastic's laboratory.
He looked here and there, but there seemed to be nothing dangerous. That lowered his guard even further.
He walked up to a silvery-white metal door, then, as if possessed, entered a password he did not know at all and opened it.
The moment the metal door opened, the stray thoughts in his mind abruptly faded. Quicksilver struggled fiercely and sensed danger, but the rhythm of his body and brain was ultimately half a beat too slow.
He instinctively felt something was wrong. His brain had already received the danger signal, yet his left foot still took a step forward.
A small silvery-white device resembling a lighter floated before him. Before he could think about what it was, a faint blood-red mist seeped out from the middle of the silver lighter.
"Something's wrong! There's something wrong with my condition!" Quicksilver's thoughts were