Mike wiped his hands while going downstairs.
How can you beat the wall and decompress the gangsters?
A door was ajar, and inside were several gang members who had been beaten into pig heads.
"I'm not God. I can't save everyone, and I don't want to save everyone. I can't go back in time to save that child. All I can do is avenge him. This pervert pisses me off." Mike said murderously, "You can continue to cry, continue to blame yourself, continue to be desperate... or you can do something useful."
"You want to kill Purple Man?" Jessica raised his head, "Purple Man is dead, what should Hope do?"
"No, how can I kill him! I am a good person, how can a good person kill someone, right?" Mike sneered, "I will hold Bible in my hand and pray for him with Holy Father In the name of Holy Son, admonish him, help him, and save him from the abyss of Devil. I will tell him devoutly: God will not give up any of his people. No one is unworthy of saving. As long as you sincerely repent, even if you stab God in the chrysanthemum, he will forgive you."
Even if Jessica is a fool, he can still hear that Mike is speaking sarcastically. She repeated, "What should Hope do?"
"Perhaps you should ask Hope, maybe she would rather avenge her parents than be acquitted." Mike said, "And there are too many ways to help Hope escape guilt... I'm afraid you have some misunderstanding of the law United States."
Anyone who knows "Simpson Murder Case" knows that the United States ruling class does not care about "justice" at all. They care about "procedural justice" and the order brought by "procedural justice".
"What should I do?"
"It's very simple."
With that said, Mike stepped forward and gently hugged Jessica, who subconsciously wanted to struggle. Mike said, "Don't struggle, just like that. Maybe the pervert is looking here with a telescope. After your plan failed, he must have become more cautious. Since you can't find him, let him find me."
Mike's plan has only two words at its core: jealousy.
Jessica plays a grief-stricken and desperate girl - no acting skills required, just her true self.
Mike plays a sunshine knight, determined to save Jessica, and then pull Jessica out of the abyss step by step.
Purple Man is going crazy. After going crazy, he will definitely kill Mike, and then he will fall into the trap.
It's a simple strategy, but it's very effective in dealing with men in "love," isn't it?
Mike took advantage of the situation and kissed Jessica on the forehead.
Tracy was stunned for a moment when he saw Mike suddenly hugging Jessica.
The style of painting changes.
Then I heard Mike's plan.
She thinks it works.
The only question is, wouldn't Mike be put in danger?
Mike pulled Tracy over. It looked like the three of them were hugging each other for warmth, but in fact they were discussing the details.
In the past two days, Mike has taken great care of Jessica, and Mary Su's TV drama "Nuan Nan" is like this.
Facing Jessica's unreasonable troubles, Mike always slightly raised the corners of his mouth, revealing a doting smile, which almost made Jessica... vomit.
At this time, Jessica was drinking the fish soup made by Mike.
"It's so disgusting, the way you smile."
"Idol dramas are like this, just bear with it. At this time, you'd better lower your head slightly and act like you are touched but don't want to be discovered."
"Such a detail?"
"It's all about acting."
"Oh." Jessica lowered his head and drank the soup.
"Wow, by speeding up the swallowing action to express calmness on the outside, you are actually not calm on the inside. Women are indeed born Actor."
"Uh." Jessica rolled his eyes at Mike, "It's just a simple soup that tastes good. What kind of soup is this?"
"Milk thick fish soup." Mike said, "I made it according to the online tutorial, is it okay?"
"Professional chef, the kind that can make a restaurant business boom."
"It's just home-cooked food, far from professional."
After Jessica finished drinking the fish soup, Mike got up and washed the dishes. After tidying up the things, he said, "I'm leaving. I'll come back tomorrow."
Jessica hesitated for a moment. "According to United States's speed, should you stay the night?"
"No, no... the man didn't take action when he was offered a free shot. Guess why?"
Jessica thought for a while, "He, no?"
"Uh..." Mike said helplessly, "It means that he has more ambitious goals, such as having sex every day. In the words of the human world, he wants a stable relationship between boyfriend and girlfriend. So Purple Man should be anxious."
"By the way, after I go downstairs, you go to the window and watch me drive away until you can't see me anymore, like a girl in love, do you understand?"
"I know, you're so embarrassed, get out of here."
Jessica followed what Mike said and watched the apple-green Lamborghini leave, feeling slightly lost.
"Driving Lamborghini to deliver stew, I think I'll be on the bad blood list." Mike grinned.
Suddenly, someone rushed out of the curb and blocked the car in front.
Mike jerked the steering wheel.
The sports car lost control instantly, drifted on the cement road for two times, leaving black tire marks, and finally came to a halt on the side of the road.
The car door opens.
Mike walked down with a gloomy face.
The man blocking the road smelled of alcohol and was talking vaguely.
A figure walked out from the shadow of the building. His hair was meticulously styled and he was wearing a purple suit.
It is Purple Man.
The drunkard rushed out of the road under his control in order to force Mike to stop.
"No one can take Jessica away from me, no one! Jessica is mine." Purple Man approached Mike and said, "You deserve to die! But don't worry, I won't let you die too easily..."
Snap!
Mike, who had his back to Purple Man, turned around and slapped Purple Man.
Purple Man was confused.
Why is Mike not controlled?
"It's a new labor-managed car. If it crashes, you'll have to pay for it!"
Snap!
Another slap.
"Three people approaching from behind in the middle of the night are scary, scary to death!"
Snap!
"With such a powerful ability, if you don't control President United States to start a world war, if you don't control Tony. Stark transfers, and you just use it to bully girls, is it worthy of your super power?"
Snap!
"I just want to hit you, but I don't want to think of a reason."
Wow!
Purple Man spit out a large mouthful of blood, mixed with a bunch of teeth.
The bad news is, all the teeth are gone.
The good news is, you don't have to worry about tooth decay in the future.
Mike kicked Purple Man away, and at the same time threw a Kunai out and stuck it in Purple Man's chest.
Mike walked over slowly, looked down from a high position, and stepped on the struggling Purple Man.
"Do you want to talk, but you have difficulty breathing, chest pain, and hemoptysis? Don't worry, this is a traumatic pneumothorax. Generally, traumatic pneumothorax will not die as long as it is rescued in time. Unless the injury happens to be on the pulmonary artery. Do you think Kunai is piercing the pulmonary artery?"
"Oh, it seems to be a coincidence. Now I have to pull Kunai out. It will be very painful. Just bear with it... There is Little Boy who was only six years old and was shot in the same part by a gun."
Poof!
Blood splatters.
"Guess again, will you die of excessive blood loss, or will you die of suffocation due to internal bleeding blocking the trachea?"
"You..." Purple Man opened his mouth with difficulty, but nothing came out.
Mike continued, "You shouldn't choose such a secluded street to take action, no one will control you, no one will hold you hostage..."
Many gangsters poked their heads in this direction from a distance and saw the apple green Lamborghini parked on the roadside. A trace of greed flashed in their eyes, but no one dared to approach.
"You must be wondering why I'm not under control..." As he spoke, Mike suddenly stopped talking.
Purple Man, who was lying on the ground, turned blue, and his eyes had lost the look of life.
"It looks like he died of suffocation."
"I've been talking too much today, but I still don't have clear ideas."