When I transform into Marvel, I also want to be the overlord

At 7:30 the next day, on the old NS school bus heading to school, President Maya in blue and white plaid uniforms sat on the ground in his exclusive seat.

Well, it’s the single seat in the first row behind the driver. It’s close to the window to see the scenery, and it’s very close to the door. It’s very convenient to get in and out of the car. Ever since Maya became the president of the student union, no one has dared to compete with her for this Feng Shui throne. Got it

However, she was not in a daze at this time, but was carefully eavesdropping on the conversations of other students in the car. Snakes have their way, rats have their own holes, and these students born in Hell's Kitchen all have their own sources of information.

"I heard that at the Butcher's Bar in Block 40 last night, I got so high that sixty or seventy people died, sixty or seventy people," it was the little freckled Arthur who was the first to shout excitedly.

"Is this true? When did it happen?"

Since my mother got married, Andrew is no longer addicted to the Xiaobawang learning machine, and seems to be studying the president to save money to buy Gucci n

Well, I wanted to bring some clothes and food to my mother. Nowadays, people are much silent. It's rare that I am so excited today that I take the initiative to ask questions.

"At around 12 o'clock last night, Andrew, don't you know that the whole 40th Street was like setting off firecrackers last night, crackling, crackling, popping, gunshots rang out in the middle of the night, various grenade rockets destroyed half of the street, let me tell you"

This Arthur is obviously bragging. What happened last night? Doesn’t President Maya, who is the mastermind behind the scenes, not know about it? From the sound of the gunshot to the end of the incident, it didn’t take more than a minute. The sound was so loud that it lasted most of the night. . During the entire process, no one stepped out of the Butcher Bar, and it blew up half the street. It seems that this little freckle is also very unreliable.

Sure enough, after hearing what Arthur said, someone in the car had already retorted, "Arthur, you are a big bastard. I live near 40th Street. I heard the gunfire last night from beginning to end. It didn't last more than 10 minutes." There are no grenades or rockets. I checked it out in the morning and there wasn’t even a street light broken on the street.”

Being given a well-founded rebuttal in person, Arthur also felt that he was losing face and retorted loudly: "Tuke, you little brat knows nothing. I have an uncle who is a policeman in the neighborhood. He told me personally, He counted sixty people clearly. Sixty people died. So many people died. The battlefield must have been fierce and cruel. How could such a large number of casualties be caused without powerful weapons?"

"Yes, yes, what Arthur said makes sense. It's not unusual to kill so many people, even if the neighborhood is destroyed." All the students nodded in agreement with Arthur.

"Sure enough, there is no good end for being a gangster. Sixty or seventy people died in just one block. It's so tragic, but the president has the foresight." A certain classmate A said while looking at him with reverence. Mr. President.

"Yes, Mr. President, you saved the lives of dozens of classmates in one fell swoop. That's great," Classmate B agreed.

"When did you SB presidents make mistakes and were unwise?" Classmate C said in a very loud voice, hoping that someone would pay attention to him.

At this time, Andrew couldn't stand listening anymore and quickly asked: "Arthur, who was responsible for the shootout on 40th Street yesterday?"

"It was Marion, the hemp seller on 39th Street, and S from the Upper West Side. They made an appointment at the Butcher's Bar. Everyone nearby knew it. We didn't dare to go out last night." Before Arthur could reply, the black boy Tukba Leiter interrupted.

"So the people in Marion were all soldiers of the former Soviet Union when they annihilated the Slavs. The United States, which came to the United States after the disintegration of the Soviet Union in 91, developed in just two years. It is really strong." Andrew analyzed it very well. Reasonable and far-sighted.

"This, this, I don't know. I was hiding at home last night. How could I dare to go out to check? Isn't it asking for death? I guess it is the same. I'm afraid everyone in Marion is dead. But it's not bad. I can fight ten A few S people, it’s not a loss,” Tuke said squeakingly.

After hearing this, Arthur immediately turned pale and said sarcastically: "You are still too young and naive, and your information is too limited."

After saying this, Arthur carefully looked around, and then lowered his voice and said: "I tell you quietly, Marion is not simple, very not simple. He is a very special mental patient. Marion