Just as Constantine felt creepy about the personal pronouns used by Angels, on the other side, Ian, who was deeply frightened by him, finally arrived at the gym he had been thinking about two days ago.
The afterglow of the setting sun shines on the neon sign of "Big Muscle Gym", and the pink-purple light looks particularly ambiguous in the evening mist. Perhaps it should not be opened at Metropolis but at England.
His hometown before time travel.
Land of Abundance also lacks such a gym.
"The color scheme is full of homosexuality. It's so easy for people to misunderstand that Jonathan actually likes to come to a place like this." Ian stood at the door with his hands in his pockets and looked up at the sign of the gym.
He is not prepared to go in and show off his saintliness in front of others with his physical strength that is ten times better than ordinary people. Some people are cool, but they don't have to pretend. Mature people pretend to be better than others who only pretend to have a sense of accomplishment.
"Where are the drug dealers hiding?"
Ian Although he already has a teacher of extreme chemistry, he still wants to meet the legendary dragon as soon as possible. After all, even if the teacher of extreme chemistry can create a dragon, he still needs to get the raw materials.
Metropolis, the nine good students who have always abided by the law, did not have such channels. Ian was wondering if he should ask someone to inquire, when he saw a hooded black man wearing a sweatshirt walking towards him.
"Hey, brother, I can see you need some help, some quick fitness tips?" The black guy showed his white teeth that could endorse black toothpaste.
"Swimming and fitness personal training classes? Sorry, I don't need it." Ian thought he had encountered a salesperson selling personal training classes, and NPCs like this would appear at the door of the gym.
"Brother, I'm not a coach, I'm a chemist." The young man looked around and lowered his voice, "The latest formula takes effect in three weeks. Technology can bring you a strong body."
"Believe me, with all your tendons, girls will be unable to walk even if they see you." The black young man's tone was full of confusion. He really understood what teenagers were pursuing.
However, Ian doesn't like this.
"Are you talking about tendons like this?" He lifted up the shirt under his school uniform, revealing his perfect abdominal muscles, and then pointed at his somewhat immature face.
"What I need is not that girls see that I can't walk, but that I can protect myself when facing girls." His words were extremely serious, and even the black youth felt that they made some sense.
"Okay, I admit, you do have some damn Hollywood looks." The black young man told the truth and showed Ian his Nike backpack.
"Maybe I misunderstood. You are not a fitness novice. However, brother, you must have never used my products before. It has no side effects and the effect is very good."
"You can still train even more. You have to believe in yourself and the power of technology." He tried his best to take advantage of the greed of fitness people and promote his own technology potions.
"Have you ever used it yourself?"
Ian asked a question that most newbies will ask.
The young black man also responded immediately.
"I don't need to use technology. Muscles are purely natural talents... and I occasionally use a little technology." His answer was very decisive, with a certainty that was beyond the imagination.
"Well, I can see it, Metropolis Arnold."
Ian nodded.
"Are you saying that I look like Arnold Schwarzenegger? You have such good vision!" The black young man immediately became happy, "Just because of your good vision, I will give you a 10% discount today."
"It costs 300 US dollars per bottle. It is recommended that you try ten bottles first to try the effect. The 10% discount is equivalent to 2,600 US dollars." He worked hard to calculate, so the calculated results are also very effective.
Right and wrong are only secondary.
In short, it meets the average educational level of black people America.
"I'm still a minor, is this really okay?" Ian took out his student ID card that he had lost and found again, probably because of his father's efforts, so it reappeared in the drawer.
The young black man didn't go to see it.
"Because of this, it is even more important to not lose at the starting line, right? You know Superman, I think everyone knows Superman. He has used the technology passed down from my family since he was a child."
Bragging without drafting is actually a traditional art skill of black brothers.
"Is that so?"
Ian pretended to believe it.
"Then bring me one box, no, two boxes."
After thinking about it for a moment, he also speculated on the inventory that the other party might have. When he spoke like this, even the black brother who was listening subconsciously shuddered.
"Are you sure?"
The black brother looked up and down what Ian was wearing.
"If you have enough money, of course there is no problem - I am just a businessman." The implication of his words is obvious, that is, to distance himself from whether Ian will rise to Happy Planet.
"Hmm."
Ian nodded.
So, the black brother took him to the deserted alley where Metropolis can be seen everywhere. There was a dilapidated Ford parked inside, and he used the original key to open the trunk that was tied up with iron chains.
There are more than ten iron chains.
More than ten keys.
Where there is no surveillance.
Black brothers know very well what they should trust, and it's not their other brothers on the street anyway.
"A box of eight thousand, I'll give you a 10% discount, which is six thousand and nine." His math skills were still stable, and he didn't know if the number "69" looked very close to the 10% discount.
Regarding this.
Ian It doesn't matter.
After all, he is a superhero, and it is time for him to perform his duties intermittently.
"Look at the sky! Wonder Woman! She has no clothes on!"
This trick works especially well on black people.
While the black man subconsciously turned his head to look at the sky.
"Don't sell contraband to minors, you bastard, you have failed this city!" Ian acted as a low-key trap, and punched the black man before he could react.
The melon seeds in the middle of the brain.
Although it was not a deliberate punch, Ian had the strength to hit ten Ip Man with one punch. Therefore, the strong Hei Ge simply rolled his eyes and fell to the ground.
"Another day to save Metropolis's innocent underage life." Ian took out the Coke he had not finished drinking and poured all the deflated drink into Trash Can.
"Human! You are going too far!"
Trash Can's complaint was short-lived.
Ian took the empty bottle and poured all the small bottles of potion into it. It didn't matter whether there was bacterial contamination or not. This could only be regarded as an enhancement of the buff.
Three boxes of technology potions.
It just filled a Coke bottle. He took a small taste and found that the taste was not bad, so he decided to use Trash Can as an experimental product to try the effect of intramuscular injection.
Demons also has muscles.
"Where's the cell phone?"
Ian tied the black brother to the street lamp with his iron chain, and then searched out the black brother's mobile phone with a natural skill without any teacher.
"Hello, are you Officer Kate·Beckett?"
He called the policewoman who sent him home during the convenience store incident, "I am the innocent citizen Ian·Kent, the same Ian who you gave me your private number last time and said I deserved a beating and would easily encounter accidents when I went out."
"No, I wasn't stabbed or killed. My body hasn't learned to call the police yet."
"I just met a criminal again. Fortunately, I was rescued by Rose Superman, who did not want to be named, but also hated contraband and wanted to dispose of it harmlessly."
"No, it's not Superwoman who wears silk stockings, it's the new member Superman Family. He said he has been practicing for just two and a half days - what does he look like? I don't know why I can't see his face clearly at all."
"Everything I tell is the truth. I don't like lying. I just tell a little lie now and then - hey, it works really fast. It's okay. I'm drinking a new version of Coca-Cola."
After calling the police, Ian turned his head and looked at Brother Little Black under the street light.
"One hundred, two hundred, three hundred." Ian counted out three hundred dollars, then looked at the airtime on his cell phone, counted out three cent coins and stuffed them into the unconscious black man's trouser pocket.
Trading with integrity.
It was agreed that a bottle would cost $300.
Of course Ian will respect the market price - after all, he is a law-abiding citizen of America.