Dc Rage Dragon

Chapter 208

Darryl Frye’s face is ugly, Jacob Bellman puts on his shoulder, is deliberately making trouble, embarrassing the novice superhero.

He and Jacob Bellman were not friendly enough to put their shoulders on their shoulders.

In the twenty years that Darryl Frye has been embarrassed by the police, he has dealt with all the big gangs, and has also directed against him. The big hatred is not counted, but the small grievances are hard to dissipate.

At the moment he grinned and made trouble.

Sure enough, Barry saw the two seem to be very friendly, so angry that he clenched his fists, his chest rose and fell, his eyes shot out like a yellow flash of anger in the blur.

Once this situation is not handled properly, this newbie superhero, who has an inexplicable mind, collapses in his beliefs and causes anti-social behavior, which is extremely troublesome.

Darryl Frye was embarrassed.

“Jacob, do you want me to report to Alex?” Darryl Frye grimaced, his fingers squeezed out the cigarette, and his eyes stared at Jacob Bellman with cold eyes.

Jacob Bellman grinned, his white teeth were exposed, and his smiling face solidified. Hearing the difficult words of Dariel Frye, his body stiffened for a moment, and he shrugged and released his hand on his shoulder. Don’t dare to make it again.

Alex’s punishment was not a joke. Just when he recovered the unruly Jacob Bellman, he was given a set of gentle touches of his brain.

You can never imagine that someone can penetrate your skin, bones, skull cap and touch your brain at the moment you think, and then you can stir your brain like a tofu flower. That kind of horrible feeling of scalp numbness, no one dares to give birth to fear from the bottom of my heart.

This is still the simplest, a small warning.

Jacob Bellman never wanted to try Alex’s torture further.

If Darryl Frye is really difficult to report to Alex about the situation on the scene, he only needs to say a few bad things about him, saying that he doesn’t cooperate, that’s it.

It is possible that next time, his frontal lobe will be cut off and become a numb and unfeeling person.

Thinking of some inhumane and tragic consequences, Jacob Bellman’s skin got goose bumps, his hairs stood upside down, and his body shook slightly, and said helplessly, “Is it impossible to play?”

Darryl Frye could hardly glance at him coldly, Jacob Bellman felt uncomfortable all over, thinking of some inhumane consequences, he quickly stepped back.

“Okay, sorry, I still have action! Go ahead.” Jacob Bellman shrugged, glanced at Barry, smiled, turned around and brought a group of his little brothers, the black SUV when he sat up, a group of people Leave here.

The dazzling taillights were shining, and they drove straight to the dark trail.

Barry didn’t move anything, still shaking his vague face, his eyes burst out cold like yellow lightning, staring at his adoptive father Darryl Frynan.

“I’m very disappointed in you!” Barisha said in a magnetic voice, and there was a deep sense of disappointment in his voice.

Once upon a time, his adoptive father Darryl Frynan was the policeman he admired most, justice, integrity, hatred and kindness… he was the perfect father.

After Barry’s biological father was imprisoned, he was educated and grown up, and he was guided to be the perfect and true, sunny and cheerful big boy.

Barry entered the Midtown Police Station to work, partly because he wanted to investigate the murderer of his mother, and partly because he taught Barry by his words and deeds, teaching Barry such a person of outstanding character and kindness.

It is the happiest thing in Barry to be able to work with his adoptive father, beg for orders for the people, and serve the central city.

At this moment, Darryl Frye, who had let go of the gangster, instantly collapsed the image of justice and integrity in Barry’s heart, leaving a heartbroken sadness.

“We did not disappoint you, novice hero!”

Even if Barry’s face is buried in a blur, Darryl Frycan can feel the disappointment of the child in front of him in justice and the disappointment of the police station.

It’s hard for Darryl Frye to not want him to have some anti-human behavior because of this incident. A superhero who has Super Speed ​​and can even catch bullets in his hands. Once anti-human and anti-social, it is too terrifying. NS.

He said quickly, “I believe the Midtown Police Department, boy.”

Darryl Frye can hardly see that this red runner, who is not very old, possesses the passion of a young man, his perseverance and understanding of justice, and his own persistence. This is a good thing.

But it is also a bad thing. Being young means not having enough experience, being too easy to be enthusiastic, reckless, and acting impulsively.

“How do you believe it?” Barishaggi’s voice swept across like an electric current, and asked.

Darryl Frye couldn’t help but suffocate his words. How do you tell him to explain the confidential actions of the police officers to a novice superhero?

This is simply impossible.

Darryl Frye sighed deeply and looked calmly: “Trust us, time will give you the best answer.”

Darryl Frye couldn’t finish saying this sentence, and he raised the extreme caution in his heart. He had already noticed the dissatisfaction of the red runner.

“Is it because of severed hands?”

“He has already covered the sky with one hand and inserted his hand into the police station. Did he insert it too deep?”

Barry’s body was blurred, yellow arcs ran up and down his body, and the’crackling’ arcs hit the air from time to time. The surrounding air seemed to be restless and began to heat up.

Darryl Frye’s heart flashed badly, and the child’s thoughts became extreme, and his blood became impulsive.

“no……”

His words are not finished yet.

Suddenly.

‘Peng’

A gust of wind blew up on the spot, blowing Darryl Fry’s windbreaker into a hunting noise, and the strong wind blew his eyes sorely that he couldn’t help squinting.

The yellow arc flash suddenly gleamed in his vision, making his vision blurry for an instant.

The surrounding police officers closed their eyes and covered their faces with their hands to block the wind.

“I will deal with the broken hands!” A voice and a strong wind passed.

When Darryl Frye was struggling to recover, he hurriedly chased after a few steps in shock. There was no Barry in front of him, and he saw the yellow lightning galloping in the far darkness, flashing across the road of night, always far away. Go, disappear before everyone’s eyes.

Oh no!

Darryl Frye suddenly jumped in his heart. He quickly took out his mobile phone and called Alex. While waiting for Alex to answer the call, his brows were frowned, and he paced back and forth anxiously. Only American spirit cigarettes, waiting for Alex’s answer.

Ten seconds later, Alex answered the call.