The setting sun really gives silhouettes to everything,
Hellcat's tires tore tracks full of Sulfur's smell on the asphalt road. Under the suburban skyline, Ian's car was driving him at a speed that was definitely much faster than the speed limit.
This is also normal.
After all, there are no speed limit cameras on suburban roads. For experienced drivers who really abide by traffic rules, places without speed limit signs and control means there is no speed limit.
A car that has not killed anyone for many hours is such an old driver.
Learn this profoundly.
"Taking everything in mystride~ [Follow my steps]"
"Don'tneedreason, don'tneedrhyme[No reason, no rhythm]"
In the right scene, Ian's Hellcat loves to switch to the right song. Now the computer is playing a song of freedom that is all the rage in America.
<Highway toHell>.
Of course.
Just like everything the world can see in America.
It comes from Australia.
Just like the people living on this land now, they all came from "imports" - what? Ask United States what is native? People who can answer this question are now working as specimens in museums.
"Oh, no wonder you said this is Hell~" Ian was a bit hindsight and suddenly realized, he patted his school bag,
It's just that Demon Head inside is not limited.
Ian doesn't care about this bit of flattery either.
"Six or seven kilograms, these are all symbols of my merits." Ian has been cleaning up the recovered bullets, and the weight of more than a thousand bullets was slightly beyond his expectation.
"I want to make them into copper chains, and then when I go out to walk my pets, I will have a rope to hold them." Although Ian picked up a Orange Cat, it needed to be used to implement the trick to appease the mother goddess. So, from beginning to end, he only had Demons's head to lead him out.
It doesn't matter.
What is slipping not slipping?
"By the way, you have consumed a lot today, come on, add some trace elements." Ian selected a few of the most beautiful warheads,
He opened his schoolbag and threw it into the mouth of Demons's head.
Because he hopes that his Trash Can part-time gas station will also be full of fuel tomorrow, so his attitude towards Demons's head is naturally better than the attitude he had two days ago.
"Don't run."
Ian also conveniently held down Orange Cat who was trying to escape, and stuffed the heads of Orange Cat and Demons back into the school bag, because the "seal" on the mouth was removed when they were fed.
"Damn it! It's going into my mouth! Take it out!" Demon Head screamed as if his tail was stepped on. Unfortunately,
It has long since lost its tail.
"That's no excuse for you to eat my cat!"
Ian severely warned Demons.
"If you dare to eat my cat, I will let you put on lipstick every night and use the voice of a small clip to be a sexy escort for otakus. Guess how long it will take for you to earn enough money for me to buy a new cat?"
He is becoming more and more threatening to others.
One thing to say.
At least here at Minotaur Demon, the threat of Ian is really better than the exorcism spell.
It was quiet for a moment. It felt aggrieved, but it didn't dare to say it. It could only grit its teeth and refuse Orange Cat's curiosity about the world in its mouth. I really don't know why the damn God created a creature like a cat!
Demon Bull Head shivered.
It doesn't want to eat the cat.
But it feels like the cat wants to eat itself.
"Damn it!"
Demons The more I think about it, the angrier I get.
Cry silently.
This time, it was disliked by Orange Cat. Perhaps because it felt that Demon Bull Head's head was a more comfortable cat nest, the cat picked up by Ian also calmed down in the schoolbag.
Ian has ventilation holes.
"Don't blame me. If you want to blame me, just blame the Batman shirt. After I wore it, I was contaminated by Batman. It not only gave me strategies but also made me ruthless."
Ian feels that what he said makes sense.
No one knows whether wearing Batman's jersey will contaminate a few Causality from the universe.
His logic is perfect.
But Demon Bull Head is obviously not up to his level of thought.
"You were just role-playing," Demon Bull Head complained feebly. It had really lost a lot today, and its entire head was completely weak.
"That's why I'm just cruel and confused." Ian laughed, Minotaur Demon laughed at him for thinking too much, and he laughed at Minotaur Demon for not understanding the bond between himself and Batman.
As for what kind of bond this is, well, the titles of mentor and adoptive father seem to have been exhausted. After thinking about it, Ian found that there were times when he felt troubled.
"Hey."
This must be because the attribute points are not added enough.
It cannot load the brain for a long time.
"My body is not strong enough to match my brain." A somewhat shy Ian packed the remaining bullets in a bag and threw one into his mouth.
"Kapyikapy~"
Very crispy.
Same as peanuts.
After chewing and chewing, Ian was all swallowed into the stomach.
This is an attempt.
However.
Useless.
Nothing happens.
[Savage Tyrant]'s experience value has not been increased.
"You still have to touch me Galactus."
Ian failed to get stuck in the system bug, so he can only wait until he unlocks the profession brought by Galactus, and then he may be able to have a truly good intestine.
Hellcat is still racing on the road.
It is leading Ian to a new "mission" point.
America's sinful places are everywhere, just like the game missions in a certain canned game factory, which are endless and impossible to finish, so Ian feels that he should be able to learn to fly today.
"What is that?"
Ian listened to the song and hummed while staring ahead. Soon, he realized something was wrong. The suburbs were still the suburbs, but what was going on with that imposing factory with the [LEXCORP] logo?
"Luthor's industry!"
Ian suddenly became clear-headed.
"No, no, no! That's the Copy that my dad should brush! I'm not qualified!" Ian has a very clear understanding of himself,
As an independent NPC, he only wants to bully ordinary villain NPCs.
As for villains like Luthor.
Even if it is immortal Ian.
He didn't really want to get himself covered in cowhide plaster either.
"Withdraw! Withdraw! Withdraw! Change to Copy!"
Ian patted the dashboard in front of him.
Hellcat then made a sharp U-turn.
To be obedient is to be obedient.
However, this does not prevent it from singing to express its views on this choice.
"L'dhatetolookintothoseeyes~ [I don't want to look into those eyes]"
"Andfeellikelcan'tchange~ [Because I'm afraid I can't change anything]"
One thing to say.
This is a bit more yin and yang.
"You don't understand. I'm just taking a long-term view and taking it one step at a time." Ian's retort is actually very reasonable. After all, he did not bring his dual-wielding weapons this time.
Not only is his unparalleled combat power unable to be used, but no one has helped him attract Luthor's attention. In this situation, Ian feels that he is still suitable for some simpler Copy.
"Buzz buzz~"
Hellcat answered with the roar of the engine. It acted like a Black Mamba again and took Ian directly along the highway into the city and directly to the extremely lively neighborhood.
"Who would be trading military products here?"
Ian is a little different.
He looked left and right.
This is a neighborhood with relatively good security. The streets are clean, the pedestrians are tidy, and there are no homeless people. Even the black guys who buy for zero yuan are wearing suits and ties.
He even knew how to leave a tip after grabbing the items!
At first glance, he looks like a serious black guy who comes out to work! Ian is very curious, is there such a quiet and peaceful neighborhood, does the sinful transaction that he needs happen?
"Trustme, Pilot. [Please trust me, Pilot.]" This time, the radio station Hellcat quoted was not a song, but an extremely short line from a game.
"Well, well, I understand, the most dangerous place is the safest place." Ian still believed in his car, and he observed the surrounding places where criminal transactions might occur.
Many clothing stores.
There are also various department stores.
Soon, the boy's eyes were fixed on a relatively high-end fast food restaurant. At least the food was freshly fried. He quickly ran over and opened the door to enter.
"Here, it must be here." Ian made a judgment confidently, and his stomach growled twice.
He has always been hungry after using his self-healing ability. Although with the improvement of his physical fitness, this hunger is not strong most of the time, but this does not affect Ian's desire for a win-win situation.
"I need to fill my stomach first. Only when I'm full can I have the strength to grab things - no, I mean to be a superhero." He ordered food with the momentum of a glutton who had been hungry for three days.
Twenty burgers, ten French fries, five milkshakes, and thirty fried chicken legs. If not for the fear of being bullied by others with strange looks, Ian could actually order more fast food.
"This is my confidence as a wealthy person.
Ian sat in front of a large table by the window, and even elegantly stuck the napkin on his T-shirt. The regret about this meal was that his Coca-Cola could not be filled into the goblet.
"Gu Gu Gu~"
Ian Fierce drinking is not just happy water that can make fat people happy.
He looked at the table full of food and was about to say his prayers before the meal. Suddenly, a figure ran past the floor-to-ceiling window and went directly into the fast food restaurant.
She first ran a few steps to the toilet, then backed up and got directly under Ian's table. Before Ian could recover, a group of Men in Black followed closely and entered the fast food restaurant. They attracted the attention of many diners, but since they did not have guns, no one felt panic.
"What's going on?"
Ian looked at the group of Men in Black curiously.
They first searched in the fast food restaurant, looked around and found no target, and then they were led by some wise man and rushed towards the toilet of the fast food restaurant.
Maybe he thought the target would escape through the window there.
It's an old classic plot. Ian doesn't find it strange at all. After all, it is really reasonable and unreasonable for people who choose to wear black sunglasses indoors in the afternoon because their eyesight is not clear.
"Little Punk Girl, that's it."
Ian kicked the girl who was hiding under the tablecloth.
"Damn Ian! Don't kick my chest to burst!" The girl got out from under the tablecloth, cursed, and frantically took meal paper from the table to wipe her clothes with shoe marks.
Yes.
She is Madison.
Ian's school deskmate.
"Are you acting in "Fast Food Restaurant" now? Hollywood is a bad movie?" Ian remembered that Madison likes to audition on Saturdays and Sundays, so he boldly made a guess like Kogoro.
"No, can't you see? I am really being chased and intercepted by a group of lunatics!" Madison was in shock. He snatched the Coke from Ian's hand and took a few sips to calm down the shock.
"Is he dead?"
Ian was not angry about this, and instead picked up another drink. After all, he had been used to it for several years. After being deprived of food, he would not have any behavior to protect his food. His inner emotions were not even as strong as his own speculation. He just made himself become Kogoro Mori, not Kogoro Akechi.
"Shouldn't he die?"
Madison is also a little unsure.
"Then if you can't die, wait for me to have a meal first." Ian tidied up the slightly messy desktop. He hoped that when he prayed, Lady Death would not think of him as a random person.
To be honest, I am really a little afraid that Lady Death will take advantage of it.
"No, I'm talking about a group of perverts trying to catch me. Are you so calm?" Madison couldn't understand why Ian was still so calm.
She suspected that Ian did not believe in herself.
"We live in an era where superheroes and super villains run around everywhere. Isn't this a normal life?" Ian looked at Madison with a slightly strange look.
I held it in for a long time.
"Grass!"
Madison was speechless, but she had to admit that Ian's words had always made sense. Feeling bored, Madison picked a box of French fries from the table and started to chew on it.
She knows the rules of Ian very well.
So no need to remind me, I very consciously took out a ten-dollar knife and photographed it in front of Ian.
"You can take forty-five bites. Calculate how many bites you have taken." Although Ian no longer needs to care about this small amount of money, he still put the money into his trouser pocket very quickly.
"You are eating alone and you actually order so much?" Madison is a little different from Ian. The amount of food is different from ordinary people. She feels that these foods are definitely enough for her to eat for at least a week.
He began to pray with his eyes closed.
Madison is a very curious person, "Do people like you actually believe in religion? Scientology? Straight men's religion? Or Flying Spaghetti Monster's religion?"
I have to say.
This deskmate is really too serious about Ian's filter.
"I only believe in the new religion Superman, but this does not affect my connection with the goddess who symbolizes death." After Ian finished praying, he also knew how to test Lady Death who was pretending to be dead.
"I can't help it. I can't even go a day without contacting you. I'm too clingy." It was too late, but it was too soon. Ian once again felt the invisible big hand pinching the brain under his Tianling Cap.
No pain.
But the other party was shaking violently, as if trying to shake out the water inside.
Hmm.
Lady Death seems to be really just pretending to be dead.
"Why is your head shaking? Have you eaten anything? Can you give me a piece?"
Madison has been staring at Ian.
"It's just an intimate interaction."
Ian finished speaking.
It felt like the invisible big hand was withdrawing as if it could not be avoided.
He became elegant again.
"Oh my God, what are you talking about?"
The blonde girl was very confused. The words spoken by her deskmate were indeed human words, but she could understand every word, but she couldn't figure out what these words meant when strung together.
"You don't understand it now, but you will definitely understand it after you die. Lady Death is the supreme existence, and the Homecoming of life is at least the Homecoming of most ordinary lives."
Ian is not for decoration.
He just remembered his deskmate's miraculous healing ability and wanted to do some testing, but his deskmate, who could probably save even a dying person in seconds, still didn't seem to understand.
"Death? Goddess again? Is this some new cult that attacks nerds and otakus?" Madison was confused when she heard it. She seemed to be really confused that she couldn't share the same frequency with Ian. She could only try her best to figure it out, and began to think divergently, wondering if this was because Ian's period of ostentation and depression had come?
Otherwise, why would you be so godly and join some kind of goddess cult?
"To be honest, you should go out for a walk more often. You can come with me later. I have a group of sisters and stay with them for an afternoon. Only then will you know what a real goddess is."
Madison's eagerness to help his friends still smells like green tea.
Very much like a pimp.
"Okay, it seems you really don't know." Ian has finished testing at this time. He believes that although his deskmate's acting skills are good, they will definitely not be as natural as Oscars.
"Should I know?" Madison put a pair of slender hands into her messy hair, her eyes were blank, and the corners of her eyes twitched slightly when she saw "Rolex" painted on Ian's wrist.
"I know you are brave and anyone dares to scold you, but death is really not Evil God - look, look, if there was no death, how could we have such delicious hamburger meat?"
Ian doesn't know if Lady Death has left, but it's enough to blow it off. "There are such delicious dead pork chops. If they don't die, can I eat this delicious food?"
Said.
Ian also started to eat the pork chop.
Madison only hated herself for not studying hard. Even though she knew clearly that Ian's words were unreasonable, she still found it difficult to refute. After all, people really can't hold a live pig and chew it.
That picture.
It's scary to think about it.
That is to say, there is no wine here, otherwise Madison would definitely have to take a few sips - all women do this.
"It's all junk food. If you eat too much, you will gain weight."
Her well-intentioned reminder was probably to change the subject.
However.
Ian is very serious about this.
"Junk food is good. My adoptive father loves it."
He is showing off.
That gesture made Madison feel like someone who had been hungry for ten days and a half.
"Gu~"
The blonde girl swallowed.
"Father? You're talking about godfather, right? Since he loves to eat, I think you should bring some back to him instead of using him as an excuse to eat haphazardly in this place?"
What Madison said sounds reasonable.
However.
She has no Ian reason.
"My adoptive father is in jail now and he can't eat, so I eat for him. He will definitely be able to smell it through the bond between him and me." Ian firmly believes in this.
His cheeks were stuffed and bulging like a hamster.
Madison patted his forehead, obviously not believing Ian's nonsense.
"I almost laughed at you."
She shook her head and felt helpless.
Looking at the food on the table, Madison did not continue eating. It was not because she was self-disciplined enough, but because she found that Ian gave herself a warning after she took the forty-fifth bite.
"With the way you eat, can you still have muscles? The muscle photo you sent to everyone in the group at midnight last night was from P, right?" Madison looked at Ian with suspicious eyes.
"Ah?"
Now it's Ian's turn to be confused.
"I haven't done it."
He took out his phone and checked it.
Damn it.
This is Batman's revenge, although it's late!
"I promised not to pursue it!"
Ian feels that he shouldn't believe every liar that comes out of Gotham - fortunately, it doesn't matter, even if he is as strong as Batman, he probably underestimated Ian's shamelessness.
He quickly adjusted his mood.
"Want to touch? It's free for the first time, and then it's ten dollars. No, how much do you think I need to charge in order to take care of every beautiful girl in the school?"
Ian lifted up his T-shirt, revealing not exaggerated, but very explosive abdominal muscles - Madison's eyes widened and he couldn't help but let out a heartfelt sigh.
"You--have you mastered technology?"
The blonde girl seems to know her stuff.
Her doubts were sonorous and forceful.
"Nothing."
Ian's answer is also very reasonable. He drank Enhancement Serum, not the technology and hard work. As long as they are called differently, the two can be regarded as different things.
Can the cold Zheergen root be the same as Houttuynia cordata oral liquid?
Same reason!
"Whether it's fake muscles or not, your muscles can definitely scare people." Madison was still a little shocked,
She took out her wallet and searched inside for small denominations.
Girls who can regard the film career as their future development direction and have a lot of luxury goods, of course, have relatively superior family backgrounds. Children who carry thousands of dollars when they go out are at least descendants of high-end elite families. Hmm? If you want to ask Ian why he knows that there are thousands of dollars, of course it is because he saw the inside of Madison's wallet.
No misunderstanding.
Pure voyeurism.
And of course there is a reason for this.
"Seriously, you have to accompany me to the police station to call the police. I need the police station to send female police officers to protect me personally." Madison Look at Ian who suddenly accelerated his eating as if possessed by a wild boar.
The corners of her eyes twitched.
But I still held back the complaints in my heart.
Somewhat frightened, I started to make a request.
"Give."
Madison only found the face value of ten dollars, so she handed it to Ian and waited for Ian to give change. The blond green tea who had been at the table for many years knew the price list of Ian very well.
You can't have too much money.
No less.
One more will result in scolding.
One less portion will be laughed at.
"Actually, I've wanted to raise the price recently, but if we have a close relationship, we'll just follow the old rules." Ian stuffed all the food in one go.
After he swallowed the last bite of the burger, he immediately grabbed Madison's wallet.
"Ah?"
Madison watched Ian count out eight hundred dollars and put it into her trouser pocket. She was not angry, but looked confused, and began to recall crazily what the eight hundred dollars represented in Ian's service price list.
I have never used this kind of service before.
She seems to have forgotten.
"For eight hundred dollars, can you bring me a female police officer?"
The blond green tea guy started thinking.
The mental state of those who can sit together will definitely not be much different.
"If you want to be beautiful, eat your fart, no, you are not worthy of eating my fart - I am here to save your life." After Ian finished speaking, he wiped his mouth and threw the tissue on his chest on the table.
"Why save my life?"
Madison hasn't reacted yet.
Then she saw Ian skillfully take out a bag of new stockings from his trouser pocket.
"???""
Under the horrified gaze of Madison.
Ian put it on his head.
"What do you think?"
He looked back.
The time is just right.
The toilet door opened with a bang.
Five or six menacing men in sunglasses filed out
It was the group of Men in Black who didn't play according to the routine, and the leader among them was holding up a huge Toad with its tongue sticking out.
The direction that the toad is pointing is exactly the direction where Madison is sitting.
"Damn it!"
Madison was shocked.
Grab Ian and run outside the restaurant.
However.
"No! Wait for me - wait until I poke two holes where the eyes are located!" Ian turned his back to everyone and failed, so he could only trot along with Madison.
"Wow~"
Too much strength.
The shredded meat burst into pieces.
"You have to compensate me!"
Fortunately, Ian can always find someone to blame.
"I have a car! My car is there-" Ian wanted to show off a few times, but found that the crowd on the street was a little commotion.
That's because the hood of his Hellcat is constantly opening and closing, as if it is trying to swallow a black man holding a crowbar - it seems to understand what a prison is, but it doesn't seem to fully understand it.
Ian's voice stopped in the summer.
"Do you have a car?"
Madison threw away all the high heels.
She turned around in surprise.
"Why don't you wait for me for a moment and let me log in to my account--." Ian never mentioned his car, but took out another pack of shredded pork and opened the packaging bag.
"No? How many of these things did you buy?" Madison panted, but this did not stop her from marveling at what Ian had in his trouser pockets.
"What do you think?"
Ian put a set of stockings on his head and logged in again. He knew that rich people should hide their clumsiness, so he would not easily reveal the extravagant fact that he bought a hundred pairs and only planned to use them for a month.
"Let them come!"
"I think they are definitely not simple! Look, it's not right that I have a superhero ID. This is my invalidated mental illness certificate. This is my ID."
Ian finally took out his Psychic Card.
It was not that he wanted to be a hero, but his intuition told him that the group of people suspected of being male magicians might be the lawbreakers that his Hellcat wanted him to contain.
Excellent express delivery.
Ian You must sign for it.