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On the roof of Stacey's house.

"Aren't you going to sit down?"

Leaving Mafa's warm embrace, Gwen said shyly.

"I'm afraid Sheriff George will tear me down."

Marfa said jokingly.

"Pfft!"

Sure enough, Gwen burst out laughing upon hearing this.

"Don't worry, if I didn't get the pass, do you think I can still go to your house?

Unexpectedly, Tangtangying would still be afraid of the police. "

Gwen covered her mouth with one hand and held her stomach with the other, like a delicate water lily, which looked particularly lovely under the moonlight.

"Then what can I do? I can't fight him directly. I don't worry about being charged with assaulting the police, but he probably won't be able to take a punch from me."

Marfa said helplessly.

"Oh yeah!
You should give me a call. "

At the top of the stairs on the rooftop, there was a majestic and somewhat angry voice.

Not so coincidental.

Mafa turned his head and saw that George Stacey was looking at him playfully at this moment. Fortunately, it was off-duty time, otherwise he would have just picked up the stick and hit him.

"Ahem, Dad, why are you here?"

Boyfriend said bad things about dad, it's okay to be caught on the spot!
Gwen looked embarrassed.

"Your mother is downstairs. If you don't come back, I'll go to Maximov's house to arrest people. How can you be sentenced for the crime of kidnapping?"

Marfa: ...

Well!Dare to love the world, the son-in-law in the eyes of the father-in-law is a human trafficker.

well!Wait, why do I call myself a son-in-law?

"Okay, then you two talk slowly, I still have something to do, so first..."

Before he could finish speaking, Mafa's body had already floated up again.

Thanks to the moonlight at night, you can see it clearly, otherwise you might be regarded as a ghost.

"Boy, can you fly another one to see?"

After all, George directly took out his gun.

That's right, a gun.

Although public guns cannot be taken home after get off work, there is a legal gun license in the United States, and adult citizens can apply for it if they meet certain conditions. Of course, the control of bullets is still very strict.

And George just wanted to chat with Marfa, so even though the gun was aimed at Marfa, he didn't actually load it.

Can Mafa be afraid of guns?

With his current defensive power, non-special gun bullets, he might not even have a red mark on his body.

What's more, if it's late at night, if George drags her home to talk about it for a while, I'm afraid this matter will be a real blow.

In short, it is the kingly way to go for a walk first, and find a suitable opportunity to explain it to Gwen later.

Thinking like this, Mafa ignored George, and turned into an afterimage, disappearing into the vast night.

"Damn it! Bastard, don't let me see you again."

George shouted into the air.

Immediately without saying anything, he turned around and walked towards the stairs.

"Still going back to sleep?
Could it be that you also want to grow wings and fly away? "

George said coldly.

"Huh ╯^╰!"

Ignoring George, Gwen even ran into the stairs first.

It's too sweet tonight, she has to go back and digest it well, otherwise she might get fat due to the sweetness.

However, no one noticed that on the roof of the opposite building, a figure was holding onto the metal railing to prevent falling.

When the figure disappeared, there was only a clear handprint on the metal railing, proving that he had been here.

As the sky was getting brighter, the employees of the Ozborne Industrial Building returned to their jobs one after another, but when the door of the bioelectricity laboratory on the 66th floor was pushed open, everyone was dumbfounded.

Leaving aside the water stains all over the floor, the corpses of the mutated electric eels were truly terrifying.

The most important thing is that in the middle of the electric eel, there is a scorched barbecue... ahem, it is a humanoid corpse, the corpse is full of wounds, but there is not even a drop of blood on the ground.

At first glance, it looks like a huge black pepper steak, which makes people can't help... can't help... nausea.

"I don't think I'll ever want to eat barbecue in the future."

"Me too, I don't even eat steak."

"Let's go vegetarian together, just in time to lose weight."

There were endless discussions among the crowd.

Soon, George Stacey brought a group of his men over to check the situation. After the forensic examination, combined with the traces left on the scene, the incident was finally classified as an accidental work-related death.

The Ozborne Group paid a large sum of money for this, and the insurance company also paid a huge sum of money for this.

However, since Max Dillon has no living relatives, according to American law, all compensation, except for Max's funeral expenses, is all nationalized.

Inside the morgue.

Max's body was placed quietly. Due to the sufficient funds, the morgue generously arranged a high-standard single room for Max.

Although there was no condolences, it was a decent death.

However, it was such a high-standard single room, but for some reason, it was suddenly short-circuited.

The freezing equipment used to slow down the decay of the corpse even directly sparked an electric spark.

"Prick, prick! Prick, prick!"

The electric spark fell on Max's body, like a panacea of ​​holy water, reactivating the cells that had long lost their vitality.

"Plop! Plop!..."

Gradually, the sound of heartbeat resounded again, echoing in this empty mortuary, making it particularly infiltrating.

"Ah!~~"

Finally, Max regained consciousness and sat up suddenly from the "cold jade bed".

The temporary pain hit again, making Max struggle for a while, and accidentally fell off the bed.

"I... I... Where am I?"

Seeing the darkness around him, Max was terrified.

Subconsciously, he stepped back a few steps, but accidentally bumped into an electric lamp for lighting.

Seeing that the lighting was about to hit Max, he subconsciously put his hands across his face, trying to protect himself.

"Prick, prick!~~"

The azure blue electric arc jumped in his palm, and then condensed into countless tiny lightning bolts, rushing towards the electric light one after another.

"boom!"

There was only a burst of cracking sound, and the lighting lamp that was about to hit Max just now was blown to pieces under the attack of countless lightning bolts.

Witnessing the scene just now, Max was frightened, and looked at his hands with dull eyes.

However, at this time, the scorched black on his hands had already peeled off, and what was displayed in front of his eyes was a pair of somewhat translucent hands.

Countless blood vessels are densely distributed on it, and if you look closely, you can even find the flow of blood and the eruption of blood vessels.

And those arms were already covered by countless fine scales, which looked like a piece of exquisite crystal product, and it looked extraordinarily magnificent against the blue light.

"Caracalla! Caracalla!"

Max shook his body and slowly got up from the ground. Every time he moved, a lot of scorched black slipped from his body surface.

The azure blue eyes, like a small ark reactor, are particularly eye-catching in this dark environment.

Fear, fear, despair, and a little joy of surviving a catastrophe...

Walking around, Max slowly walked to the place where the relics were temporarily stored, and found a suit of clothes to wrap his body.

He wants to go home, he wants to ease the complicated mood at this time.

On the dark street, a man wearing a windbreaker and wrapping his body tightly is pacing forward.

Every time you take a step, the cars on both sides will light up their headlights one after another, as if welcoming the arrival of the king.

"Gululu!~~"

Max, who hadn't eaten for a long time, suddenly felt a pang of hunger in his belly.

Following the guidance of his instinct, Max walked to a car and put his hands on the headlights.

In an instant, the electric energy in the car battery was like a dam whose spillway had been opened, and gusts of current poured out, pouring directly into Max's body.

The warm feeling hit every cell of Max directly, it was refreshing, it was so refreshing, it was no worse than doing 499 three times in a row.

"I want electricity, I want more."

Max whispered, his eyes subconsciously looked at the tallest building in Manhattan - the Stark Industrial Building.