My way of beauty

The old man with gray hair was clearly Ben Parker, the uncle of Spider-Man Peter Parker, the kind old man that Jing knew.

"Son, I know you need help, but don't forget your true feelings. Think about the consequences of doing these things. Your wife and your children are still at home waiting for you to go back. You have to think about this. .”

While Uncle Ben was persuading a middle-aged man in a plaid shirt in front of him, he took out his wallet tremblingly from his pocket, took out all the money in it and handed it to the other person, but there were all kinds of banknotes mixed in it. Judging from the looks of it, most of them were bills of ten dollars or even less, and his life was not comfortable.

The middle-aged man in front of Uncle Ben looked at the person in front of him in a daze. He unconsciously reached out his hand and took the money handed to him, but there was a bit of shame on his face, and his mind was struggling. , the words of the gray-haired old man in front of him reminded him of his wife at home, and his daughter waiting for him, Penny, my baby. . .

At this moment, Huang Mao suddenly rushed out from behind the middle-aged man in a plaid shirt, "What the hell, I said okay, I'm not a priest, go to hell, you damn old thing!" Huang Mao raised his pistol and pointed at him. Targeted at the gray-haired Ben.

The man in the plaid shirt was immediately shocked and said, "No, don't!" He was just helpless when he robbed the supermarket. He just wanted to get over the current difficulties temporarily and make amends later. He never thought about hurting others, even to others. He didn't want the old man in front of him, who was kind to him, to be harmed in any way.

Seeing that tragedy was about to happen, a clear male voice sounded, "Protect missile weapons!" "Lightning beam!"

A dazzling white light flashed, and there seemed to be a remnant of light on the retina.

"Ah!" The man in the plaid shirt only saw his yellow-haired companion, shouting something unknown, while lying on the ground twitching, even foaming at the mouth, and the yellow hair on his head Like an antenna, the roots stood up, but the kind old man in front of him seemed to be covered by a thin film, but he was also stunned now.

A gust of breeze blew across his face, and the man in the plaid shirt was dazzled. There was already a man in front of him, but this man was dressed in a strange way. He seemed to be a magician?

"William Baker?"

The man in the plaid shirt suddenly became alert. He quickly raised his pistol and pointed it at the mysterious man in front of him.

"You, what are you talking about? I, I am not William Baker, I, I am Flint Marco!" The man in the plaid shirt roared angrily, pointing his pistol at the man dressed as a magician, but But his hands were shaking, he couldn't aim at all, and he didn't even turn on the safety.

"Okay, no matter what your name is, it doesn't matter. What matters is that I have seen through your heart."

The green eyes looked like an endless sea, attracting the attention of the man in plaid shirt.

"First time we meet, I am a magician."

The man who claimed to be a magician pointed his magic stick, and a black rope flew out from his cuff, swimming on the ground like a snake, and then tied up the unconscious yellow-haired gangster tightly. .

"From your hesitation just now

, struggling, I can see that you are not a cruel thug, your heart is full of emotions, family affection, love, and even gratitude to this old man. You should not embark on the road of crime. , it’s not too late to choose now. "Sandman is not a pure criminal. His remaining conscience makes him hesitate and repeat many times. He even joined SHIELD. Jing believes that as long as he receives good persuasion, he can become a just and kind person. , even if the other party cannot become the righteous hero Sandman, he can still make one more good person in the world.

Hearing the magician's words, the man in the plaid shirt was very ashamed, "But, but I really need this money."

"Speak out your request. I believe there will be many people in society willing to help you, like the respectable elder next to you."

Following the magician's gaze, William saw the white-haired old man who, although a little shocked, was still looking at him expectantly. Just now, although he had pointed a gun at the other man, the other man was persuading him to be kind.

"I can also help you. If you want, I can provide you with a formal, decent job through my friends, where you can get more life needs, and your wife and your children can also There is no need to worry about you."

Looking at the gentle magician, and then at the respectable old man next to him, William, the man in the plaid shirt, couldn't help but feel ashamed. He threw away his pistol, put his hands behind his back, and held his head. , judging from the strange ability that the other party just showed, the other party can easily subdue himself, just like subduing the unconscious Huang Mao lying at his feet, but the other party did not do this, but used words to persuade himself, and he Is there any reason not to accept it?

"Very well, William, I won't tie you up. You are different from him."

Jing looked directly into the eyes of the middle-aged man in front of him, "You have the potential to become a hero."

"A hero..." William muttered this word that he had never thought of. Does he have the potential to become a hero?He couldn't help but look up at this mysterious figure who claimed to be a magician. What he saw was only sincerity.

William lowered his head, "I will plead guilty and I will reform myself."

Jing patted William, the future Sandman, on the shoulder, "Brother, it's nothing. You will come out soon. Now look at the palm of your right hand."

William was a little confused and didn't know why the other person said that, but he still looked at his palm. He couldn't help but widen his eyes. There was a series of numbers on it, which were shining with light.

"Did you remember it?"

William stared at the string of numbers, and then remembered them hard in his heart. He had made sure that he would never forget them, so he nodded fiercely towards the magician.

Jing smiled and patted William on the shoulder, then turned and walked towards the dark corner, "I'm looking forward to our next meeting. I believe it will be soon. It's time for me to leave now, and you should be glad that you met." To such a kind old man." He had already heard the sound of police sirens in the distance.

William nodded vigorously. When the other party had slowly walked away, he could only see the blurry back of the other party from a distance. Then William turned his head to face the old man who was looking at him with a smile. He was deeply moved. Bowed: "Thank you, old gentleman."