"The new super criminal, laser eyes." In the grass in the distance, the man with eyes uploaded the recorded video to Facebook, with an excited look on his face: "I've made a lot of money..."

Everyone who discovers a new type of super criminal will receive a large amount of rewards from the criminal syndicate in addition to a share of Facebook video views.

The rules set by the super.

The click-through rate of the video continued to increase, and in just a few seconds, the number of views reached an astonishing hundreds of thousands of times.

What is puzzling is that there is no comment below the video.

Ding dong!

Several cell phone message notification tones rang from their pockets almost at the same time, causing Arthur to pause and cover his forehead.

"Reading newspapers every day is ruining your brain."

The Internet is the best way to learn information.

Squatting down, he pulled out the red phone from the leader: "Fortunately, it's not locked."

I habitually check software information notifications and accidentally discover a novel piece of news.

I looked up and looked around. The park was still so quiet, there was no one. I stood up from the ground, grabbed the US dollars on the bench, and slipped out of the park.

When I clicked on the video, my body felt like an electric current was stimulating my whole body, and my spirits were lifted. I turned back and looked in the general direction of the shooting, and asked in surprise: "The paparazzi's nose is so sharp?"

Exit the video and forget about it.

The little things he did were nothing compared to those super villains.

It is so popular probably because of the newcomer buff.

Everyone wanted to get to know him and avoid him, lest they meet him on the street in the future and lose their lives in vain.

As for revealing your identity...

He doesn't care.

To put it bluntly, in this world, his behavior is the same as that of a member of the Justice League in the main world.

A "superhero" who is "helpful".

Be willing to send people to see God.

…

Bang pound!

His head was suddenly hit hard, and his whole body was smashed into the wall and flew into the convenience store.

"Wang Defa!" the convenience store cashier shouted in horror as he saw the shelves stacked up against the wall and all kinds of food scattered on the floor.

Lying on his side in the deformed shelf, Arthur's face was covered by the shadow of the shelf, and his expression could not be seen.

Damn speedster!

I got out of the shelf and shook my head vigorously, and the tinnitus gradually dissipated.

"Don't move!" The cashier held a rifle and tried his best to control his emotions and pretend to be calm.

Damn it, I just got this job, don’t let me go back to wandering!

She glanced at him, wiped her cheek with the back of her right hand, and spat: "Remember to reload the ammunition next time."

The cashier was frightened by Arthur's words, and felt a little suspicious in his heart. Finally, he couldn't help but look at the rifle.

After walking out of the convenience store, the sound of crying could be heard faintly from all over the street, and more than a dozen headless corpses were lying peacefully on the sidewalk.

The child pushed the female body gently, his hands were covered with blood, and he cried loudly in fear.

This is just the corner of the block.

No reasons, no reasons, no enemies. Just Johnny Quick, an irregular hunt.

There is no fixed block or time, it all depends on his personal mood.

boom!

The cashier pulled the trigger, and the recoil knocked the gun out of his hand and dropped to the ground.

It can be seen from the frightened expression that he was severely frightened...

Arthur's eyes were so calm that he was not human, like a pool of stagnant water. Hearing the gunfire behind him, he quickened his pace and left the block.

Speedsters, no matter what world they are in, are always so annoying.

…

In the narrow house, Arthur tore open the plastic packaging bag, took a bite of pineapple bread, and kept his eyes on the computer screen.

Today is August 14th, exactly nine o'clock in the morning, the thirty-second day since he came into this world.

The door of the house was pushed open from the inside, and Johnny Quick, dressed in a gold and red suit, appeared outside the door on time, but Arthur's target was not him.

But the woman sitting on his right shoulder, Atomic Girl.

A woman who can change size anywhere.

The attack is elusive and completely invisible to the naked eye.

Although he couldn't see Johnny Quick's attack, it was obvious that Atom Girl was more dangerous.

During the battle, if you are not careful and get drilled into your brain by her, then there is no need to fight.

Seat directly.

He had been observing them here for twenty-eight days using mini surveillance equipment installed around the house, and recorded what they were doing at each point in time in his notebook.

Details include when they eat and when they do adult things.

The red flashed by so fast that Arthur couldn't see it clearly. It was slowed down thirty times and it was still like this.

All that could be seen was a red shadow that flashed quickly.

It's like a computer automatically filling in frames.

To be fair, this is much faster than a locomotive, at least three locomotive speeds.

"They leave their residence once a day and don't know when they will come back. The longest is five hours and the shortest is one hour." Arthur said to himself: "Although this is not rigorous, I can't wait that long anymore.

"

Set the watch to countdown to ten minutes.

He wants to sneak into Johnny Quick's house and give them some shocking information.

This world is different from the world of black robes. The "heroes" will not be threatened by a little bit of black history, because they are already black enough.

Entering through the front door? No, Arthur would not do that. He went around to the back of the house and carefully entered the house through the unlocked window.

It has been observed that Johnny Quick consumes a large amount of high-calorie food every day, while Atomic Girl likes to drink a carbonated drink called Criminal Soda.

He went straight to the refrigerator, took out a dozen cans of drinks from the black backpack, unpacked all the cold drinks of the same style in the refrigerator, and carefully turned them so that the labels on the front were in the same direction as the labels on the cans when they were taken away.

Then he took out a bottle of green liquid from the inside of his clothes.

This is a psychedelic drug that he went to Gotham City specifically to get from the psychiatrist, Jonathan Crane.

Only a small amount needs to be added to food…

The patient will recall his deepest fears.

Yes, Jonathan is the Scarecrow peer in the main world.

It's just different from the main world. Here, he is a "serious" doctor dedicated to "treating" super criminals.

The green liquid slowly dripped from the mouth of the bottle and splashed on the pizza, causing a strange chemical reaction.

Arthur didn't understand chemistry, so he only saw the water droplets turning into green mist, spreading around the pizza, and hurriedly closed the refrigerator.

Jonathan once told him that mist would penetrate food in a closed space.

They will eventually become colorless and odorless, follow the aroma of food, and penetrate into the "patient's" lungs, thereby achieving a "therapeutic" effect.

"I don't know if freezing food is effective." He wiped away the remaining fingerprints on the refrigerator with his own rag and tried hard to remove the traces left on the blanket. Arthur returned the same way.

Return to the hut and watch silently.

Didi! Didi!

The electronic watch on his wrist made a sound, reminding Arthur that the countdown was over.

Press the confirm button and the sound will stop.


Chapter completed!