Jedi Seeking Pot [Comprehensive British and American]

At seven o'clock in the morning, Anonymous packed the tertiary head and the frying pan in his backpack and went out to the hospital.

He said hello to his good neighbor, going for a morning run, the elderly, the captain, and then kindly borrowed his motorcycle.The shift in the hospital starts at 07 o'clock, and with the transportation sponsored by the team leader, I arrived at about 30:[-].

The nurse, Miss Anne, was actually earlier than him, and led him directly from the door to Ward 211. During this time, he tried to talk to him, but he didn't even get a good morning reply.Miss Anne's eyes were blue and black, as if she hadn't had a good rest for a long time, and she pursed her lips tightly and said nothing, looking extremely horrified.

Unnamed felt that something was wrong, but I couldn't criticize other people's lifestyles. Maybe people in the real world have such a variety of work and rest, because they have so much free time.

"Mr. Zizi." The unnamed patient was not used to seeing a patient in formal attire.It seems that he should be born in suits and leather shoes, wearing a purple three-piece suit, to be worthy of that kind of arrogance: it is an innate, superior, and disgusting temperament.

When Mr. Zizi looks at people, it’s like weighing an object. He doesn’t have the respect he deserves at all. Unnamed has always only distinguished hostility and kindness. He doesn’t really understand the meaning of this kind of gaze, so he doesn’t feel being treated offend.

With all due respect, for a weak chicken like Mr. Ji Zizi, even if he is given an M416, he can knock him down with a frying pan.The level of combat power is not good at all, probably because he participated in the game and can only practice the accuracy of skydiving.Unnamed who doesn't feel threatened, it's really hard to seriously guess what the other party means.

"Just call me really uncute." Mr. Zizi smiled slyly, "We are friends, aren't we?"

Probably this is how friends get along. Anton and Bruce also demanded the same from themselves, and they nodded in agreement.

It is a new field for Mr. Zizi to understand the other party's thinking and study how to make the other party act according to his wishes. He even feels that he has returned to his incompetent childhood and is vulnerable to a single blow.

But it's interesting, Mr. Zizi thought, and it's a challenge.He loves a challenge.

"So, it's really not cute, in fact—"

In fact, he came here to ask for leave, and he felt that it was very unfriendly to let his new friend pigeons, so he came to see him specially.When Anonymous said that, Zizi... really looked a little weird with her uncute expression.

This is probably the feeling of normal communication with people. Although I really want to stay anonymous so that I can carefully observe how he escaped my control, Mr. Zizi can't simply order Anonymous with an imperative sentence.

"Tell me—no, I just wanted to ask what you're going to do?"

"I'm sorry, I can't tell you." Anonymous sincerely apologized to his new friend, leaving only Mr. Zizi secretly gritted his teeth in the ward.

After he walked away, Mr. Zizi, who had suppressed his depression forcibly, finally broke out. He viciously called the nurse, Miss Anne, and asked her to contact the spy who was monitoring that terrible woman as soon as possible.He couldn't wait any longer.

Unknown, of course, didn't know all of this. When he put on the third-level headgear and rode on the captain's motorcycle, it was exactly eight o'clock, the game started, and the circle began at 3:00:00.

He was still skeptical about how to determine the safe zone without a map, but at the subway entrance next to the hospital, on the map signboard stood the familiar white circle and blue circle.Even after passing by a newsstand and buying a tourist map, he found that the paper map showed a poison circle.

It turns out that any version of the New York City map will have real-time safe zone markers.

This time, the lap was towards Times Square, and the unnamed person rode a motorcycle slowly, learning the real traffic rules by the way.The three-hour shrinking circle did not pose any threat to him.He felt that the little tails following behind him had changed by two, and once again sighed at the cautiousness of the National Security Bureau.

Is it because of skipping work today?It seems that it is really not good to be like this on the second day of work.Unnamed is leaning on his motorcycle, looking at a map under street lights.It's the last lap, and there is no safety zone at all in an hour.

He didn't know if he would faint like last time, but anyway, with S.H.I.E.L.D. and the Avengers, Anonymous wasn't very worried about his situation.

"Hey, sir," he heard a female voice, and turned around to see a black-haired woman in a worn-out leather jacket and jeans. She seemed to be in need of help, and her face was full of confusion, "Can you please help me?" Show me the way? I need to go-"

Unknown did not hear the place name in a particularly low voice. He lowered his head and got closer, but he was not prepared for the woman's sudden violent attack. She punched him hard with a force that did not match her figure, and injected a small needle into her hand. In his neck vein.

Still underestimate the enemy, just like the blind lawyer.

Unnamed was held up by that horrible woman, stupefied and heard an insincere apology, and his not so clear mind was still thinking: In the game, I never underestimate my teammates because of their size, how come in real life? Did you start making mistakes frequently?

The scary woman carried the man on her shoulders with ease, hailed a taxi, pretended to be a girl who took care of her drunk boyfriend, and managed to get away with it.It took her a lot of effort to knock out the agent who was following this person, and she and her companion replaced him. The effect was as expected.

The destination is an abandoned building in Hell's Kitchen.If Anonymous is still awake, he will realize that Hell's Kitchen is outside the circle, but he is still in a coma, and a comatose person has no right to speak.

The terrifying woman helped Anonymous all the way to the third floor of the abandoned residential building that had been prepared long ago, carefully tied him to the chair, and put his hands behind his back.It was her first kidnapping, but she didn't mind breaking the law if it could stop Kilgrave.

She didn't expect that Mr. Zizi would come so soon: the fact is that the spy beside her may not be the one she caught, and there are many more inconspicuous people who are secretly observing her daily life and reporting it to Mr. Zizi .

It could be a grandma who can barely stand on her own, or it could be a child who just turned seven.Just thinking about the possibility is creepy.

Regardless of the process, the reality is that Mr. Zizi in a suit appeared in the residential building she randomly selected, as if he did not come to a slum, but a formal dinner party.

The terrifying woman's breathing became disordered for a moment, and she choked herself severely, forcing herself to stay awake.

"Scary woman." The purple demon pronounced her name in an accent with a British accent, as if he could propose marriage in a second.

"Mr. Zizi." The scary woman replied through gritted teeth, but she was completely unaware that it was her own voice. The extreme tension had forced reason to take a backseat.

If eyes can kill, Mr. Zizi should have died many times; if eyes can truly disgust people, the terrible woman has probably vomited out what she ate in a month.Unfortunately, neither of these things was realistic, so they chatted less friendly.

"When you left me there and let me wait to die, terrible woman, you should have thought that I would come back. I will always come back to you." Mr. Zizi said softly.

"You disgust me so much, I should make sure you're dead."

They suddenly heard rustling footsteps and a muffled sound, turned their heads together, and saw Mr. Zizi's bodyguard fell to the ground, who had broken free of the rope at some point and stood at the door of the cubicle.

"It's really a good habit to make up the knife in time." Holding the gun found from Mr. Zizi's bodyguard, Unknown kicked the unconscious bodyguard away and intervened between the two, "What are you doing? Really? Not cute, why did you get out of the hospital?"

He flicked the gun, as if he was asking what to eat tonight, and he couldn't see that he could point the gun at any of the two at any time, even his "friend" Mr. Zizi.

The scary woman was ready to fight back, Mr. Zizi resisted the urge to order the unnamed to put down the gun, feeling life-threatening, he realized once again that the scary woman left him at the scene of the car accident regardless Kind of heart palpitations.Fighting has always been his shortcoming.

The Anonymous holding the gun in front of him is very steady. Although his posture is casual, his muscles are tight. It can be seen that he can deal with any kind of counterattack very well.He did shoot at will: no law binds him, no moral code.

If it wasn't for him being the person at the other end of the gun, Mr. Zizi would definitely feel that he had found his kind.

The fear of not being named didn't stop the scary woman from analyzing the situation.Why doesn't Mr. Zizi speak?A bold and ecstatic guess flashed through her mind: he couldn't command this man named Unknown.At this moment, her surprise even surpassed the discomfort of being pointed at by a gun.

I don't know what the two people in front of me are thinking at all, the unnamed one is not talking nonsense at all, just about to shoot, the alarm in his brain suddenly goes off, prompting him to fall to the right, narrowly avoiding the attack through the broken window By.The vigilante in red landed steadily, the short stick in his hand was split into two pieces, and half of it was thrown, hitting the unnamed right shoulder, forcing him to let go of his pistol/gun.

The severe pain in the right shoulder came on quickly, and the numbness was also very fast. At most, it only left a bruise. Anonymous did not follow the reaction of ordinary people and looked up at the attacker. Instead, he picked up the pistol/gun lying on the ground with his left hand , raised his hand very quickly and fired three shots, without aiming at all, and went straight to the vigilante's calf, abdomen and eyebrows.

What a quick response!The guardian of Hell's Kitchen rolled sideways and out of position as soon as he heard the slight click of his fingers on the trigger. The next three deafening gunshots prevented him from correctly identifying the unidentified position, until a slight tinnitus When it faded away, he heard the heartbeat that was so steady that it didn't look like it had just experienced a fight, and it went away quickly on the street downstairs.

The easy success last time made the guardians of Hell's Kitchen completely underestimate Unknown's strength.There are really not many criminals who can escape like this in front of him.He immediately chose to continue the pursuit.

The guardian of Hell's Kitchen flipped out from the original window again, and disappeared after a few ups and downs.

Mr. Zizi recovered from the shock, and just about to speak, the terrifying woman hit the wall with all her strength.

So he rolled his eyes, rightly paid tribute to the guardians of Hell's Kitchen, and took the time to say: "You will let me go, and then forget that I have been here."

Almost at the same time, Unknown who was hundreds of meters away suddenly fell to the ground.The guardian of Hell's Kitchen barely stopped and didn't realize what happened for a while.Unnamed's heartbeat became extremely weak, and the frequency suddenly accelerated.