Reggie is too fast.
If he couldn't avoid it and hit her with such terrifying kinetic energy, the woman in front of him would instantly turn into an exploding mass of flesh and blood.
But he is no longer the impetuous boy who only knew how to run wild.
Buzz--
Reggie's pupils shrank instantly.
Bullet Time, open.
The world that was originally regressing rapidly felt like a slow-down button had been pressed in Reggie's perception.
Robin's frightened and dilated pupils, flying hair, and even the dust floating in the air became clearly visible.
Reggie Calmly adjust your breathing.
He tapped the toes of his right foot lightly on the asphalt road, leaned his body to the left, and slid forward.
A gust of wind whizzed past Robin's nose.
Reggie was like a weightless fallen leaf, sliding against Robin's body.
After crossing Robin, Reggie took the backpack from the stunned biker.
He didn't hurt anyone, he just kicked over their motorcycle tires as he passed by.
The two locomotives slid more than ten meters on the ground, sparks flying everywhere.
Several motorcycle gangs fell and suffered bloody injuries.
They raised their heads and looked at the afterimage of the man wearing sunglasses standing under the street lamp, and shrank back in fear.
"Super...Supe!"
One of the violent-faced speedsters took out his cell phone from his pocket and dialed the local police without hesitation:
"Hey! Police station? There is a Supe here! Come and help!"
Reggie listened to the outrageous call to the police, his face getting darker and darker.
He was too lazy to pay attention to these idiots, turned around and turned into a gust of wind, returning to Hughie and Robin.
Hughie was pulling the frightened Robin up and down to check, when he suddenly felt his hand sinking, and the gray backpack had been firmly returned to his arms.
"Take your things and don't wander around in the streets at night."
Reggie deliberately lowered his voice.
He turned around, preparing to hide his merit and fame.
"Wait!"
Hughie hugged his backpack tightly, his eyes fixed on the pair of custom-made sports shoes sold in limited edition worldwide on Reggie's feet, and then looked at his height and familiar stance.
Hughie's eyes suddenly lit up, and his voice was trembling. "Are you...Reggie?!"
Reggie's back stiffened.
He pulled the collar on his face and continued to speak perfunctorily in that low voice, "You got the wrong person. I'm just an enthusiastic citizen passing by."
"No! You are Reggie!" Hughie's face turned red with excitement.
He didn't care whether Reggie admitted it or not, he directly opened the zipper of his backpack and took out the brand new vinyl album as quickly as possible.
Then, Hughie held the album in both hands and eagerly handed it to the afterimage wearing sunglasses.
"Even if you're just a concerned citizen passing by."
Hughie swallowed, looking forward to it, "Can you sign this album for me by the way?"
Reggie looked at the vinyl album that was about to hit his face and couldn't help but hold his forehead.
In the middle of the night, I was wrapped up tightly, but I could actually recognize the kid in front of me just by his pair of shoes and his stance.
Hughie just held the album and stared at him eagerly.
Robin next to her also looked curious. Apparently she was also infected by her boyfriend's enthusiasm.
Reggie sighed helplessly. He stretched out his hand to pull down the collar that covered half of his face, and took off his pair of wide sunglasses.
"Have you brought a pen?"
Reggie stretched out his hand and his voice returned to its original crisp voice.
"Take it, take it!"
Hughie was so excited that he almost jumped up.
He hurriedly took out a black marker pen from his backpack and handed it over with both hands respectfully.
Reggie took the pen, took off the pen cap, and signed his name on the cover.
"Give."
Reggie stuffed the album and pen back into Hughie's arms.
Hughie is holding the album, his hands are shaking, like a fool holding a treasure.
He opened his mouth and was about to pour out a basket of words of praise and thanks.
A dense whine came from the night wind.
Hearing this noise, at least ten police cars arrived.
It seems that the calls made by those motorcyclists to the police really worked.
"I have to go."
Reggie quickly pulled up the collar again and put the sunglasses on the bridge of the nose.
He glanced at Hughie who was still having fun, leaned over and whispered in a low voice, "Keep tonight's affairs a secret from me."
Hughie suddenly came back to his senses.
He immediately straightened his back, put his feet together, raised his right hand with a smile like a hot-blooded recruit, and gave a less than standard salute.
"Guaranteed to complete the mission!"
Reggie looked at his appearance and couldn't help laughing.
"This place is no different than New York. Pay attention to your safety."
He said no more nonsense, turned around and faced the empty street, placing the toes of his right foot against the road.
Bang.
A strong wind blew up, making the leaves on the roadside rustle.
When Robin opened his eyes that were fascinated by the wind and sand, there was no one under the streetlight.
If it weren't for the overturned motorcycles on the ground in the distance and the signed album in Hughie's arms, she would even feel that she had just had a dream.
The streets returned to quiet at night.
Hughie looked down at the signature on the cover and carefully traced the ink traces with his fingers.
"Let's go, Robin."
Hughie raised his head and grinned brightly, "Let's go eat barbecue. I'll treat you tonight."
The sea area near Philippines.
Kevin was wearing a volunteer vest and was lying on the side of the boat, holding a can of feed in his hand and pouring it into the glass water tank next to him.
In the water tank, Goldfish Charlie was slowly blowing bubbles and swallowing a few grains of feed in one gulp.
"Kevin, stop feeding that fish of yours and come over quickly to help move the equipment."
A female member with a ponytail came over and patted Kevin on the shoulder, "The rare wild sea turtles in the sea ahead have been hunted in large numbers recently. We have to hurry up and set up a monitoring network."
The female member glanced at Charlie in the water tank and shook her head.
"I really don't understand you. You carry a Goldfish with you when you travel far away. There are as many of these in pet shops as wild dogs on the roadside. You can buy three of them for ten yuan. When this mission is over, I will give you a more expensive breed."
Kevin turned his head and showed a harmless smile.
"Got it, coming right away."
Seeing the female member turn around and walk towards the cabin, the honesty on Kevin's face instantly faded.
He reached into the water tank, pinched Charlie's chubby body, fished it out of the water, and stuffed it into the pocket of his vest.
After years of subtle influence on Compound V, Charlie no longer needs to be confined to the water.
It twisted twice in the dry pocket of Kevin, found a comfortable position, lay down quietly, and completely adapted to breathing on land.
At the same time.
On a coastline more than ten nautical miles away from the research ship.
Several simple camps made of iron sheets and wooden boards are hidden under the canopy of trees.
Kimiko [member of the original protagonist group, annotated at the end of the chapter] squatted by the sink in the corner of the camp, mechanically scrubbing a muddy camouflage uniform in his hands.
Her eyes crossed the clothesline and fell on her brother who was carrying ammunition boxes not far away.
The brother and sister depend on each other for life and have been trapped in this ghost place for five or six years.
When they were nine years old, they were kidnapped directly from Japan to Philippines by this armed terrorist organization.
In the past few years, the camp leaders have been brainwashing the captured people in the square every day, crazily instilling anti-American and anti-Supe extreme ideas.
Many of the children captured with them have long since become killing machines armed with rifles without blinking an eye.
But Kimiko has always resisted this rhetoric.
She didn't speak, she just thought over and over again in her mind about the resistance plan to take her brother to escape.
"Boss! A ship was found in the northeast!"
An armed man carrying a rifle ran into the center of the camp and loudly reported, "Look at the painting, it's the research ship World Animal Protection."
[Kimiko: One of the original protagonist group members, the Boys member.]
[He was abducted by terrorists from Japan since he was a child and brainwashed. He was then forcibly injected with Compound V and subjected to in vivo experiments. Years later, he escaped to America and was imprisoned again. Finally, he was rescued by Frenchie. After his younger brother was killed by Stormfront, he decided to officially join the Boys to prevent this kind of tragedy from happening again.]