Today.
The sun is shining brightly.
The weather is calm and sunny.
However.
Minotaur Demon feels like he has never been walking on thin ice like this in his life.
Real Hell.
But that's it.
The person who stayed before may have been fake Hell.
"Let me go, let me go." His efforts to struggle with his facial muscles were in vain. Ian skillfully aimed Demons's head at the fuel tank opening like squeezing out toothpaste.
"I don't have Hell blood! Please - don't do this." Otherwise Demons loves to lie no matter what, and his mouth is very dishonest.
But the "flash flood" emanating from the broken neck could not fool Ian's eyes.
Demons screamed.
There was a "gurgling, gurgling" swallowing sound coming from the fuel tank.
No one knows what kind of principle this is. Neither it nor it is scientific, but it does not affect the fact that they are both reasonable.
At least Ian doesn't feel like there's any fuss.
Unsolved Mysteries of the World This book has a very high status in his heart.
So.
Of course, things that cannot be explained just need to be classified, and everything will have a reasonable origin. Ian has always dealt with things he doesn't understand like this since he was a child.
Oil is indeed valuable, but human pulp is even more expensive.
If it is demon blood, both can be thrown away.
In Ian's opinion, the unique taste of his new Hellcat is not a trouble, but a cost-effective choice. The head of Demons is as magical as a sponge.
No matter how hard you squeeze it, there still seems to be some remnants. The descendants of Demons may be endless, but the blood of Hell obviously has as much blood as you need.
"I don't have any left!"
Demons Aihao's voice is still full of energy.
"Yes, yes, MacArthur-, anyway, who have I ever heard say that half of the blood of Demons will last forever." Ian naturally would not believe Demons's lies.
When it comes to refueling a small car, both experienced drivers and young drivers know that they must fill it up at once, otherwise the Mexicans next door will definitely laugh at them if they see it. People from the free America cannot afford to fill up the tank.
"I have the final say as to what fuel I use. This is the freedom of fuel in a free and democratic world." Ian found conclusive legal support for his actions.
Only Hell residents of the injured world were reached.
Just exploiting Demons.
Since Demons is not a legal citizen of America, but is just an unidentified person who was smuggled to America by Hell, Ian's exploitation of it can only be regarded as conforming to the main theme of the crowd.
"I have always said that I am very good at adapting to the environment. My nickname should be Dr. Darwin." Ian filled up the fuel.
He threw the crumpled and lifeless Demon Head back into his school bag.
Of course.
Although the No. 66 plus YouTube of Demons has been wiped clean, its mourning is too sad. In order to keep the school bag clean and hygienic, a few pieces of Period Coin must still be padded.
It's just something convenient for a convenience store on the street.
"What are you crying for?"
The cashier boy has pointy ears.
"Nothing, I'm listening to music."
Ian's expression was calm and composed. He was not suspected of anything and was not worried about encountering an animal protection organization. He checked on his mobile phone and found that the category Demons was not on the animal protection organization's protection list.
America has its own national conditions here.
Animal protection organizations will basically not even take a look at unprofitable projects.
Even if Demons's head rolls to the door of the Animal Protection Association, it has no chance of successfully filing a complaint. It can only join hands with Runren representative Donut Wang Weiheng squatting in the corner.
When it comes to social rules, Ian has already mastered it at the age of eight. As he said, putting aside the threat to his life, he is actually very adaptable to the environment.
"Are you buying sanitary napkins for your girlfriend? Such nice boys are rare." The boy at the convenience store likes to chat, but as a multi-millionaire, Ian feels that he should have the face of a rich man.
"No, it's the Reserve Happy Cup I bought for my brother." Ian tried his best to show that he cherished words as much as gold, and raised his hand like the elites, but there was no watch on his wrist that could tell the time.
But this didn't bother him.
It's just a matter of borrowing a pen to paint.
"The song you were playing has stopped - is the player out of battery?" Taking back the pen lent to Ian, the cashier boy was not very smart and couldn't figure out what Ian was saying for a long time.
Aren't happy cups generally used with paper towels?
You need to use equipment like aunt towel.
Is there really a talented Splatoon in this world?
The cashier boy was thoughtful.
He seemed to recall the plots of some strange movies that he secretly watched in the middle of the night.
"It's not that the battery is out of power, it's just that my player was a little scared by me." Ian got the desired effect. He clicked to the end and did not continue to threaten Demon Head.
After all, he is a good man with a kind heart.
"Oh oh."
The cashier boy didn't realize it.
Ian stuffed the towel into his schoolbag, walked out of the door and walked back to the open space where his test car was - he must have made a profit, Dodge Hellcat is the title of a high-performance model under the United States Dodge brand.
It is world-famous for its violent power and cultural concept of American muscle cars.
This model of Ian is a more extreme Demon version. As its name suggests, the car has a large displacement, rear drive, and strong straight-line acceleration capabilities. It is a typical representative of "horsepower is justice".
"I am a car from Hell~I am a car that can kill people~"
"The murderous car is driving like crazy~"
"All nine people deserve their punishment. I am not an ordinary car, I am an Avenger~"
When Ian approached Hellcat, the car's radio station was playing a song, and the exhaust pipe was also full of rhythm.
It is constantly spitting out blue flames with the smell of Sulfur.
The lyrics are very exciting.
It's also high.
Obviously Hell Demons's blood greatly benefited it.
At first glance, it seems that the wild boar has never drunk urine.
"The nine soul rings have accumulated the seven deadly sins. The remaining two soul rings are disrespectful to you and use your steering wheel to put out a cigarette butt."
The other one filled your tank with soybean oil?"
How can I say that the song touches people's hearts.
Ian felt the emotion that the other party wanted to express.
"Listen, man." Ian said like the life coach on TV, "It's wrong to kill people. Even if they offend you, you can only send them to prison."
"Only when I build the prison in Hell can you send people to Hell. This is the so-called No-Kill Principle. Do you understand, I have seen Batman but you must have never seen it."
Ian knew that he was meeting a car with unhealthy views, sinful thoughts, and ruthless intentions, but he also firmly believed that one day he could influence him and let him make cars again.
"Amen~"
Hellcat's radio suddenly switched to Christianity station.
It seems that I have been slightly inspired.
"That's right!"
Ian nodded happily, "When you are good enough, kind enough, and worthy of my Second Generation Holy Soul, I will ask my teacher Tony to teach me how to evolve you into Transformers."
He made a promise.
Mature multi-millionaires have known how to be a capitalist who can easily draw the pie from an early age.
This is not the case.
"Thank you
~
Hellcat switched to the radio station where funny artists thanked the audience.
The car body shook with excitement.
At first glance, it seems that it has a good aesthetic, and it is the first time in my life to experience PUA. Hellcat's four doors opened automatically, and Ian chose to sit in the passenger seat.
"This will be Ian's Exclusive Seat from now on." Ian Fastened his seat belt, the seat automatically adjusted to the most comfortable angle, and a line of engraved handwriting slowly appeared on the passenger dashboard in front of him.
[Ian only]
The calligraphy composed of letters is quite elegant.
Ian is extremely satisfied.
This is the ideal car that he heard in his dream and in the poems of the poet Pound.
"Let's go! Go out on the street!"
Ian gives orders.
Hellcat then rushed out like an arrow from a string.
What is smart driving? This is smart driving! Hellcat shuttles like a Black Mamba in the traffic, and Ian even feels like he hears the echo of an old friend from "man".
"Buzz buzz~"
The engine is roaring.
Although this is a wild car, it obviously has a side that smells the roses. Even if it is overflowing with Fast and Furious, it still obeys the traffic rules and knows not to cross Red Lantern.
"Yes, yes, obeying traffic rules starts with you."
Ian feels that his murderous car may really be saved and can be forgiven by God - here he should believe God, because if he believes Father God, his car will probably be sent for scrap.
Ian was enjoying the superior experience brought by smart driving. Outside the window, Metropolis's harmonious society during the day continued to pass before his eyes. There was always so much tension between homeless people and urban elites.
"Give me my bag back!"
"Ma'am! Look at the color of my skin!"
"Help! If you don't let go! I'm going to call you Superman!"
"Damn it! Even so, I have to accept this bag gifted to me by nature - I am a gambler, so I bet that Superman's life is not as valuable as mine!"
"I'll win!"
Too beautiful to behold.
Metropolis's daily life has always been like this.
Ian admires the scenery that can only be seen at America.
He had no intention of getting out of the car to stop him. In a society where the jungle prevails, whoever has less strength cannot hold his own. The laws of nature are vividly reflected in this country.
One was saved.
Can't save everyone.
The bags bought from black people are recycled by black people. Ian, as Second Generation Superman, cannot stop this market law. The big hands of Hayek will know how to regulate it.
"Stop!"
It wasn't until the sound of police sirens broke this moment of "realization" that Ian withdrew his gaze from admiring the scenery. Facing the police, Hellcat also chose to abide by the law.
Like Ian, it may love to abide by the law.
"It's you again! Stan Lee, right?" The familiar traffic policeman walked over with a straight face, tapping his fingers on the car window, and saw Ian sitting firmly in the passenger seat through the empty driver's seat window.
Ian Remember this face - the culprit of the last fire hydrant incident.
"Driver's license."
The traffic policeman glanced at Ian's new car with some envy.
The voice is serious.
"Revoked."
Ian often blinks when he lies.
Hear the words.
The traffic policeman showed a "Sure enough" expression. Ian's previous driving performance was still fresh in his mind, "Very good. I'm sorry to inform you that you may be arrested by me."
As he spoke, he took out his hand and signaled Ian to get out of the car.
"I'm not even driving, the car is moving by itself. What kind of driver's license do I need?" Ian sat firmly in the passenger seat with a confused look on his face. He only felt that America's traffic police IQ needed to be improved.
"No more tricks!"
The traffic policeman simply sneered.
"You must have seen me and moved over secretly. I have seen too many people like you!" The traffic policeman touched the pistol with one hand. This action was a warning to Ian.
"I don't believe it. There is only one person like me in the whole world. How could you meet another one?" Ian retorted and patted Hellcat's dashboard.
Hellcat car understands.
It immediately came to the traffic police and reversed into the garage and then parked sideways. Finally, it jumped up and down twice like a disco to show off its new and powerful performance.
""!!??""
The traffic policeman was stunned.
This time, he really hit a professional blind spot. He didn't know whether he should issue the ticket or not. The hand he had already taken out seemed to be bound by professional ethics and he put it back again.
"Oh, the intersection ahead is already Green Lantern."
Ian stared ahead.
The next moment, Hellcat rushed out with a whoosh, leaving only the traffic policeman doubting his life and wondering if this was a driverless test being conducted by some large technology company.
"Are taxi drivers going to lose their jobs?"
The traffic policeman rubbed his eyes and found that the license plate on the tail of Hellcat was constantly changing - Hellcat is also a cat, so naturally it should have the general license plate number of Schrödinger.
"Am I dazzled?"
The traffic policeman originally took out his walkie-talkie and wanted to ask his colleagues. However, at this moment, he felt guilty and hesitantly put down the communication device in his hand.
"I'm probably still in bed right now? But why would I dream that I'm still at work? That's not right - maybe, just maybe, I'm just a brain in a vat."
The traffic policeman became an abstract philosopher.
He doubts life so much.
Except I couldn't believe what I was seeing.
It also has something to do with the characteristics of Free America. When the traffic police search for some illegal leaves, in most cases the leaves will disappear in the end.
As for where it flew to.
That is an issue that cannot be brought up.
Anyway, God must know.
Say goodbye to the traffic police.
Hellcat's engine roars happily.
The blue flames from the exhaust pipe left scorch marks on the asphalt.
A sunny day.
Of course you need to do something with enough sunshine.
"I want to go to a site where there are a lot of military-controlled chemicals trading. It's best to go to a site where they have little legal awareness, don't pay taxes, and even the tax bureau won't protect them." Thinking about Ian, who was leveling during the holiday, and had his first taste of the beauty brought by [Perfect Divinity], he directly gave his own navigation tips.
Smart people believe that their smart cars will be able to understand.
Facts have proved that this is indeed the case.
"Youhatethesin~ [You hate that sin]"
"Youhatethetemptressinthebottle~ [You hate the woman who tempted him in the bottle]"
Mature cars can cut their own songs.
It hit the accelerator and rushed towards the abandoned factory in the suburbs. When the tires ran over the "No Entry" sign, Ian noticed that the odometer on the dashboard was even running backwards.
This car has a heart that returns to youth.
"Title Fighting Maiden?"
Ian is very strange.
However.
He no longer cared about judging the gender of his twelve-hand car, because it seemed that Hellcat, which could track illegal and criminal information, had already led him into the crime scene.
Inside an abandoned factory.
A bald man in military uniform was trading with a few Brown Bear Country strong men with his horsemen.
This is a very classic scene.
"This is the goods."
There are ten blue potions neatly stacked in the silver suitcase of the bald man in military uniform.
The words [Simulated Superman Serum (Kryptonian-Gene-Free)] are clearly printed on the label. Obviously, there is no Superman inside, but there may actually be some serum.
GG Act has gained unprecedented respect here.
Of course.
This is still an illegal activity.
Illegal activities are not protected by law.
This means that Ian can choose his own trading method. For this, Ian does not even need to use inequalities. He has already solved the problem in seconds after a little evaluation.
"Five hundred thousand, no negotiation." The man in military uniform wiped his sweat and looked around, alert, "Although the success rate is only 1%,
But it is more reliable than your [God Project] project."
His words made the strong man Brown Bear Country frown.
"It's not your Americans' turn to comment on our project!" Brown Bear Country's eyes were filled with annoyance, while the bald man in military uniform who wanted to make a deal shrugged helplessly.
"Okay, I don't care about that either."
With that said, the bald man in military uniform asked his men to inspect the goods.
And at this time.
"Buzz buzz~"
The loud noise of Hellcat crashing through the iron door interrupted the transaction. In the dust, Ian, wearing flesh-colored stockings, stepped out of the car. He couldn't find the leather jacket and could only pretend that he had one.
"I smell sin!"
In a deep voice.
Ian just took out the lighter and prepared to cross the world's top number Ghost Rider.
"Da da da da~"
The villains who were ruthless and talkative did not intend to give him this chance. Brown Bear Country's man took out his gun and shot without saying a word. The storm of bullets directly enveloped Ian's body.
[You try to learn to grab bullets, [student] professional experience value +1]
[You try to learn to grab bullets, [student] professional experience value +1]
[You try to learn to grab bullets, [student] professional experience value +1]
Ian just smiled contemptuously.
His waving hands were dazzling in the air, and the students' career experience points were also increasing crazily. When a team of men in military uniforms also started shooting, Ian's hands were almost out of sight.
[You try to learn to grab bullets, [student] professional experience value +1]
[You try to learn to grab bullets, [student] professional experience value +1]
A very successful leveling session.
"I knew I could do it." Ian opened his palms, and two handfuls of deformed bullets fell to the ground with a clanking sound. His first success made him feel particularly happy.
"Thermal weapons, nothing more."
Ian attempts to replicate Dragon King's crooked smile.
The air is very quiet.
Several illegal villains were stunned and speechless. The group of bald men in military uniforms and the strong men from Brown Bear Country were all frightened. Everyone was trembling and their faces were pale.
The wind blew gently.
The sound of swallowing saliva sounded one after another.
"Is he a human or a ghost?"
Brown Bear Country's strong man looked horrified.
"I--I don't know---" The bald man in military uniform also had a trembling voice. He tried to retreat behind a few Brown Bear Country strong men.
But these strong men pushed him in front of him again.
No way.
The bald man in military uniform can only put down the weapon whose magazine has been emptied.
"You--why aren't you dead yet?"
The bald man in military uniform spoke tremblingly to Ian.
He is also well-informed, and has even seen the power of Superman. However, even if he witnesses Superman's Steel Body, the waves in his heart are far less intense than at this moment.
"A hero never dies with his bare hands, so of course I won't die." Ian followed the gazes of the group of people, lowered his head and looked down at his body, then he quickly turned around and adopted the strategy of turning his back on everyone.
"All your bullets have been caught by me, I won't die at all." Ian said as he pulled out the warheads secretly with a guilty conscience. About seven or eight hundred bullets were stuck in his muscles.
There was some blood flowing out.
However, the bullet only broke through the skin layer.
[Berserker XP+1]
Having only such a small gain is the best proof that the injury was too minor.
Facts still prove that Ian is still a little short of true invulnerability - the low-level Iron Body can only make Ian's body invulnerable in the cold weapon era.
Forty times the physical fitness of ordinary people is far from invincible.
It is not enough for Ian to completely ignore the firing of large-caliber rifles and submachine guns as many people think. The technological crystallization created by human beings still needs a little respect.
"Actually, it's only a small difference. My capillaries are not strong enough." Ian didn't feel any pain just now, so he believed that he still had a promising future.
"It just looked scary. If you try again, I promise to perform better this time." Ian took out the unused Auntie City and wiped the blood off his face.
He tried to spawn monsters repeatedly.
But not all bad guys are fools.
"Run!"
The bald man in military uniform reacted extremely quickly.
He has realized it.
This must not be as simple as just encountering the Superman class. When everyone reacted, they immediately dispersed. The strong Brown Bear Country man even threw away the weapons in his hands in an attempt to reduce his load.
Nothing more.
Everything was in vain. They were indeed smart, but Ian was even smarter. She relied purely on physical strength to forcefully activate Super Speed, knocking them all to the ground with one punch.
In the end, the bald military man who was running at the front even got a Ian hit from Ferocious Tiger Pounce.
It fell into the shape of a dog eating shit on the spot.
He was dragged by Ian's thighs back to the trading site.
"Done, let's call it a day. My family will be responsible for your achievements." Ian doesn't like to kill people and silence them, because he doesn't have to look up to know that there are two suns in Metropolis's sky.
So.
Some trade-offs.
Ian also decided to add some weight to his academic career.
He had really hoped since he was a child that his grandfather would work harder and be promoted like crazy before he graduated from college, so that he would be qualified to write the masterpiece [My Five-Star General Grandpa].
"Hello? Is this General Lane?" While tying up all the unconscious villains, Ian took out his mobile phone and dialed a phone number.
"I am a superhero who does not want to be named. I like to send blessings to others. No, your blessing is here.
I accidentally caught a group of people stealing and selling military supplies and illegal immigrants."
"Who am I? How do I know your personal phone number? It's not important. I already told you that I don't want to be named - yes, I'm drinking. I'm afraid if I don't drink now, I won't be able to drink later."
Ian has tried his best to use his extremely proficient voice changing skills.
[Savage Tyrant experience value +3]
[Savage Tyrant experience value +2]
[Savage Tyrant lv3 [1/40]]
He guzzled Enhancement Serum.
Finally it was upgraded again.
[Strength:22.1-
-23]
[Physique:41.5
44]
[Intelligence:3.2
3.3]
[Spirit:7.7
-7.9]
Properties have also been improved.
Maybe again.
Ian can really catch more bullets. He did not use the new skill points, but planned to save two to upgrade his [Iron Body].
"If you evolve into Steel Body, you will definitely be able to block bullets."
Ian is looking forward to it.
He once again received a wave of strength enhancements.
This is a good thing.
However.
According to Law of Conservation of Energy.
From time to time, bad things will show what it means to follow them like a shadow.
On the other end of the phone.
Grandpa's doubts came.
Ian immediately became extremely alert.
"No, there's nothing wrong with my voice, and this isn't a prank-"
"Believe me, I am really a superhero. It's just that I have some secrets that I can't reveal to the world. What are you talking about? Who is Ian? How does my tone sound like Ian?"
"Okay, okay, since you have slandered others so much, let me confess, I am Batman! Bateman! You will know the origin of my mobile phone if you check it!"
"No! What do you mean you are more sure now? Huh? Mom has told you? What did she say? I am a transvestite?"
She loves to complain so much, why doesn't she remember "Bah, bah! Mom must not have been liked by her classmates when she was studying!" Ian, who felt that she had obviously improved a lot, once again faced another round of frustration.
Have taken medicine.
This is what it looks like.
"I'm going to tell Dad! You secretly studied the Superman serum! You're so bad!" He hung up the phone angrily, and his anger prompted him to kick each of the villains again.
This scene.
The wandering Orange Cat passing by was stunned.
It seemed to feel the half-filled anger in the lower right corner of Ian.
Crazy about Ian.
"Go away, Hakimi of your level has no right to harass me!" Ian really even scolded a passing cat. This may be the real way to break the defense.
"Meow~"
The stray cat is still blowing his hair on Ian.
Its eyes turned red.
However.
Before anything happened, Ian grabbed the back of its neck and stuffed it directly into the riddled schoolbag. Ian also blocked Demon Head's mouth.
This is to prevent Demons from eating the cat.
"It's in good condition. Once packed in a gift box, you will be my apology gift when I get home." Ian's abacus hit loudly, and he pressed down hard on Orange Cat, who was still struggling crazily in his schoolbag.
"It's so strong."
Ian noticed something was wrong.
But he still had something serious to do, which was to take out 300 US dollars, wipe off the fingerprints and stuff it into the pocket of the bald man in military uniform.
He knows the real market price of strengthening potions very well.
He bought it right in front of the gym.
"Done, call it a day."
Complete payment.
Ian jumped on Hellcat and walked away.
"Weshallovercomeevil[We will defeat evil]"
"For the Lordisalwayson theside of victory[The Lord is always on the side of victory]"
Xiaocheche also played a new song for Ian.
The blue flames ejected from the exhaust pipe form a middle finger shape at the rear.
A person with personality.
The cars he drives are all so individual. He also knows how to make phone calls. Speaking of which, the number he called is indeed an official number. "Theory of Relativity, Ian are happy, but there are always people who feel mixed emotions.
After Ian leaves.
Above the sky.
Metropolis The second sun in the clouds slowly set, and I saw a group of criminals tied up in the shape of a human centipede. His red cloak looked a little messy in the wind.
"At least, he has a heart that wants to be a hero. There is nothing wrong with that." The old father, who didn't know how to evaluate Ian's behavior, could only do some psychological construction for himself in his heart. Well, the world may have misunderstood this man. Who said he wouldn't use his own Super Brain?
Isn't this Super Brain already activated?
Maybe.
Superman should not be a reporter, but a lawyer.
"This is such a mess-"
The old father is sighing.
suddenly.
"Hiss~"
There was a gasping sound.
He is the strong man of Brown Bear Country.
Their physical fitness is indeed strong enough.
"Bang~"
However, before this person could wake up, Superman stepped forward and used a move that only appeared in TV series on the back of the neck - maybe, I can't blame Ian for liking to knock people out.
Family origins.
That's the way it is.
Ian is just better than the old.
(PS: The doubts in the comment area made me panic, so I wrote a big chapter for the rest of the night.]