American comics: This guy is crazy

Night falls.

A cargo ship blew its horn to the shore, and many figures quietly disembarked and sneaked into the prosperous city not far away.

Lilith led the remaining elite blood clan to New York smoothly.

After drifting on the ocean for many days, they finally stepped on land.

The hungry eyes of the blood clans were full of wildness, but they suppressed their bloodthirsty desire and did not hunt immediately.

In the international metropolis, there are not only many heroes, but also church forces, not to mention the existence of the Eye of Heaven and S.H.I.E.L.D.

Nowadays, the blood clan has declined sharply and can only survive. It is impossible to be as arrogant as before, so they must keep a low profile as much as possible.

Quickly rush to the base established here.

After a full meal of plasma from the private blood station, the blood clans regained a lot of reason.

Stop eating and look at the ancestor Lilith who is still drinking blood.

In the past, they sucked the blood of virgins, but now they have fallen to drinking plasma. It's like eating three meals a day and suddenly eating bran.

Lilith felt unsatisfied, so she took out another bag of plasma.

Pah...

She just took a small sip and spat it out.

"Blood donors have many sexually transmitted diseases. Next time, find another company to cooperate with."

The blood race feeds on blood, so they can easily taste the quality of blood and even taste the symptoms.

Just like people who often eat meat can taste the quality of meat.

"Pass my order to find a person who has the power of light and can summon angels. Remember not to provoke him and treat him with the highest standard of etiquette."

"Yes!"

...

At the same time, in the safe house of the official high-level officials.

The chief figures of various departments gathered together, and after intense discussions, they finally decided to pass the superhero real-name authentication bill.

The next day, the Ministry of Information released relevant matters.

Immediately, it caused shock to all parties.

The matter of the superhero real-name authentication bill undoubtedly offended many heroes wandering in the dark.

Fighting crime is risky, and criminals are gangs.

Once the identity information of superheroes is leaked, it will inevitably cause personal safety problems.

What's more, heroes have families, and if they can't deal with themselves, they will inevitably attack their relatives.

How many extremely vicious criminals abide by the principle of "every grievance has its perpetrator, and every debt has its own owner", otherwise how could there be so many crimes of trafficking organs and women and children.

In particular, anti-heroes who are both good and evil are likely to go astray because their families are in trouble.

And on the Internet, two camps are formed.

One side supports the reason that superheroes should be restricted, rather than allowed to be indulged outside the law.

One side opposes, basically distrusting the authorities, and would rather superheroes uphold justice.

Of course, once the bill is proposed, the most critical thing is to see what the two major alliances mean.

After all, they are the parties involved and have the final say.

"Hou Lixie, are the politicians in America crazy?"

Harry was holding a notebook full of cartoon stickers, browsing the news, and angrily said, "Why is the world always led by a group of idiots?"

"It's normal. These idiots will sooner or later make America collapse." Pamela responded casually while chewing a sandwich.

"It's already collapsing, but you just don't feel it."

Helena flicked the ash casually, with an indifferent attitude of seeing through the world.

She was born into a gangster family, and on the surface she is a gangster boss, but she runs a bar and casino business, so she can naturally get in touch with many gray industry things.

It's a pity that her personal ability is limited, and the gang's subordinates have to survive, so they can only do what they can to deal with the evil deeds of the criminal group.

"I don't agree with real-name authentication. The most untrustworthy people in the world are politicians." Dina changed her posture casually and continued to close her eyes to rest.

In the apartment, the only one absent was the owner Barbara, who had to go out to work for a living.

"Ah, beef fried buns are out of the pot."

In the kitchen, as Allen opened the lid of the pot, a mouth-watering aroma spread.

"What is that smell? It smells so good!"

Harley sniffed hard and looked at Allen, who was sprinkling chopped green onions and sesame seeds, with shining eyes.

The smell of food that they had never smelled before was full of curiosity for the four girls.

Alan was very considerate and set up the plate, ready to taste the food that he had been thinking about.

"What are you doing?"

Looking up, he suddenly found that the four girls were staring at the beef fried buns, their eyes full of expectation and curiosity.

Americans, who always eat a bite in the morning, basically don't eat hot food in the morning, and are full of exploration for steaming unfamiliar food.

"Alan, can you let me have one."

Pamela threw away the dry and cold sandwich casually, obviously unable to resist the mysterious oriental food.

"Da me yo."

Alan subconsciously made a food-protecting action, and said with a vigilant face: "Eat your white people's food, don't come to steal mine."

"You are so stingy." Harley said unhappily.

"Barbara, why are you back so early?" Pamela asked towards the door.

Alan was refreshed when he heard that, and walked to the door to show off: "Banana, I'm going to give you something good to eat..., where are you?"

Stepping out of the kitchen area, he saw the door was still closed, and suddenly felt bad and realized that he had been fooled.

Looking back, he found that the four women each held a beef fried bun in one hand, casting provocative and complacent eyes.

"Oh..., what a vicious woman, using Banana and I's banana... It's a relationship, I warn you not to be stubborn, if any irreversible consequences occur, don't blame me for not reminding you."

Seeing that there were only four fried buns left on the plate, Allen quickly protected them in his arms.

The four girls were indifferent to Allen's warning. How could they give up the delicious food?

As for the consequences, the worst thing would be to lose their body.

The four girls deliberately put it to their mouths and blew it slowly, showing the action of biting it clearly as if teasing.

As their lips opened slightly, when the upper and lower rows of teeth touched the surface of the beef fried bun, Allen, who was originally angry, gradually became cunning.

Puff...

"Oh, it's so hot!"

"It splashed on my face."

"Why is it juicy?"

"..."

The moment the beef fried bun skin was bitten, the delicious soup splashed everywhere.

The four girls' faces, clothes, floor, coffee table, sofa... were all covered with the aroma of soup.

Allen looked like he had succeeded in his evil plan, and said in a mean way: "Hehehehe..., I'm not easy to take advantage of, do you know you are wrong?"

The four girls were confused and couldn't figure out whether it was a prank or the food was like this.

After all, when the West plundered the wealth and wisdom of the ancient Eastern countries, the most precious recipes were not taken away, resulting in the dilemma of having free ingredients but not knowing how to cook.

As expected, I got wet.

My soft hair was stained with greasy and fragrant soup.

I couldn't help but sigh in frustration, and I had to take a shower, change clothes, and clean up again.

"I'll teach you four ways to eat it."

Alan proudly demonstrated how to taste beef fried buns without embarrassment.

"Poke a hole first and suck out the soup..."

The first way is to eat it in its original flavor.

The second way is to eat it with vinegar.

The third way is to pour vinegar into it.

The fourth way is to swallow it in one gulp.

After finishing, Alan put down the plate with satisfaction and said, "Remember to wash the plate."