Jedi Seeking Pot [Comprehensive British and American]

Muscles all over his body were extremely stiff, and Unnamed lay on his side in an awkward position, the cold cement had become warm from his prolonged body temperature.The wrists and ankles were all bound with tape, and the blood circulation was a bit blocked, especially the entire right arm that was pressed underneath, and it was a little numb and itchy when moved a little.

This is the first time this week, I woke up in an inexplicable place?Unknown let out a breath of frustration.

"You're awake." A male voice was deliberately lowered so that the real voice could not be distinguished. 100% sure statement.

Unnamed struggled to sit up, opened and closed his fingers, trying to relieve the soreness.The vigilante in red was staring at him, with one hand resting on the short stick tied to his thigh, the mask without eyelets was accurately tilted in an unidentified direction, and his lips were pursed into a straight line like a knife.

It was at least eight/nine in the morning, judging by the light coming in through the shabby windows.

The memory of yesterday slowly returned. He remembered how he was tied up in a room, and how he gritted his teeth against the weakening of the poisonous ring, grabbed his hand/gun and fled.Unfortunately, before I ran a few steps, I reached the limit.

Losing a clear blood bar indicator, Anonymous can only rely on perseverance to support in the poisonous circle, which can be a good thing or a bad thing: in the poisonous circle, he will not sit and wait for death in a very short time, but it will pass with time gradually become weaker.

And it was certain that the poison circle was no longer a "elimination" factor, it would only make him unconscious for more than ten hours.

Perhaps he was silent for too long, Mr. Vigilante took this as a silent resistance, and his tone became more and more dangerously low: "What are you doing in Hell's Kitchen? What is your purpose?" The galley criminal has a beast of a rage over its territory, and that rage shows in his brutal fighting and interrogation techniques.

The purpose is to escape poison.

Unnamed didn't know how to answer this awkward question, and the longer silence obviously gave the Guardians of Hell's Kitchen even more wrong clues.He moved closer to Unknown, pressing his elbow against his throat threateningly, exerting a slight force.

It was a bit difficult to breathe, and my throat, which hadn't drank water for half a day, was terribly dry and itchy.Unknown didn't pick up the breath, coughed loudly, and coughed completely uncontrollably, looking very pitiful.

The guardian of Hell's Kitchen silently let go.It is said that there are only three things in the world that cannot be hidden, cough, poverty and love.

Today he saw one of them.

Unnamed coughed for a long time, barely raised his hands and rubbed his throat, his voice hoarse: "The guardian of Hell's Kitchen?" The guard's vigilante is basically the same as the one in front of him.

"What's your purpose?" The guardian of Hell's Kitchen didn't answer his question, but insisted on asking.

"Actually..." Unnamed decided to tell the truth, "I have been here twice in total, and the purpose really has nothing to do with Hell's Kitchen."

His heartbeat is steady, not lying.The hostility of the guardian of Hell's Kitchen has subsided a little, but he still thinks that this man who was hunted down by the entire raider team and now can still appear in Hell's Kitchen unscathed is an out-and-out dangerous person.

"I have no conflict with your interests, and the current itinerary does not include any anti-human conspiracy, Mr. Guardian." The anonymous statement said.

This sentence is not a lie.But the anonymous answer did not give any useful information, which made him even more suspicious.

"Your name?" The guardian of Hell's Kitchen decided to start with the basics and see how much information he could glean.He had heard Anonymous introduce himself, and when he met Anonymous for the first time as a lawyer, he still confirmed it.

"Untitled."

For the first time, the guardian of Hell's Kitchen began to doubt the accuracy of his lie detection using physical signs such as heartbeat and breathing.To have someone called that name is incredible in itself.

Footsteps, approaching.The guardian of Hell's Kitchen turned his head vigilantly, and Anonymous looked at the door almost at the same time.

He saw through the half-open door that this was the residential building he was in last night, but he just changed the room, so he didn't recognize it for a while.

"I brought coffee," the scary woman came in, and threw the paper bag on the only furniture in the room—the table. The action was too rough, and the paper cup was obviously poured, and the strong aroma of coffee came out of the paper bag, soaking it. There's a whole piece at the bottom of the bag, "Oh shit, let's stop drinking it, you wouldn't drink it anyway."

The guardian of Hell's Kitchen refused to comment. He has always separated the identity of a normal person from the guardian. After putting on the suit, it seems that he has lost the characteristics of ordinary people who would be thirsty and hungry, and forced himself to become a cold, useless person. Symbols intended to intimidate criminals, not normal humans.

"We've got to talk." The scary woman gave up on bribing Daredevil with breakfast.

Unnamed chose to be a quiet and good listener.

The two were talking behind the concealed door, Anonymous couldn't quite hear what they were discussing, probably how to deal with his problem.Compared to this, the problem of missing an appointment with a new friend is even more serious. It was originally agreed that he would not be late to the hospital today.

But it's really not cute last night. Zizi did appear in this building. Has he recovered and been discharged from the hospital?

"...You...late...who...together?" The two entered the door together, and Mr. Guardian was still asking something in a low voice.

"Who are you talking about?" The scary man's voice suddenly rose, she stopped, turned her head, stared at the guardian of Hell's Kitchen, and had a vague guess in her heart.

"It's the man who was in that residential building with you last night." The guardian was keenly aware of the frightening woman's heartbeat out of order and shortness of breath.

"Mr. Guardian is right." Anonymous confirmed.

"Impossible, I remember it's just me," the scary woman paused, and suddenly a broken fragment flashed in front of her eyes, and she realized that something was wrong with her memory: After tying Anonymous to the chair, who did she see when she turned around?

The corner of the purple suit, the spotlessly polished leather shoes, the British accent, the familiar voice——

"It's Zizi, he found there...Damn it, he must have made me forget that he was here, this is too outrageous, none of us can subdue him, as long as we appear in his sight, it's all over .” The scary woman wiped her face and started pacing back and forth.She looked extremely agitated, muttering something in her mouth, trying to calm down.Everything involving that man can have a great impact on her.

The secret observation period is over, and it seems that my new friend has some amazing superpowers.

"I'm coming." Unknown suddenly said, "If you don't trust Zizi's control ability, I can snipe him." Yes, mind control.From the conversation between the two, Unnamed can probably deduce that Zizi's super power is to make everyone around him act according to his wishes.

His long-range ability is extremely strong, as long as he has a suitable magnification lens and gun, he will be fine.Unnamed is seriously considering how to kill Mr. Zizi, just like he is seriously weighing how to attack and defend in any game.

Strategic deployment is already part of his instinct, which cannot be erased at all.As for whether he can really shoot, it depends on whether Zizi is friendly or not.

Anonymous is not stupid, and his unfamiliarity with reality does not mean that he can judge other people's intentions by himself.

The scary woman looked at the time, it had been at least 24 hours since the last time Unnamed saw Zizi, and now Unnamed can probably be believed.perhaps.She was hesitant about the credibility of Anonymous. After all, being able to snipe someone casually doesn't look like a serious soldier, but looks like a killer.

"No." The guardian of Hell's Kitchen, who has a moral balance in his heart, immediately objected without hesitation, "We should follow the correct legal procedures, not kill people."

The scary woman actually struggled with this, but her fear of Mr. Zizi completely surpassed her respect for the law.What's more, if Mr. Zizi is allowed to go through trial, who can escape being controlled by him and judged not guilty?

But the moral debate is over before it even begins.An abrupt sound suddenly exploded, and the guardian of Hell's Kitchen couldn't imagine how a heartbeat appeared out of thin air in the room, and was particularly confused and frightened.Without warning, the mercenary appeared in the middle of the room, and as always refused to close his mouth:

"Brother heard that someone was going to kill someone! I'll give you a [-]% discount, whoever wants to kill me! Or we can go together, and when you snipe, I can peek at your perfect hip curve from behind you—— Cough, nosebleed, nosebleed! Even the perfect self-healing factor can't stop brother's nosebleed!"

"Mercenary, what are you doing here?" The guardian of Hell's Kitchen didn't like the mercenary, an undead mercenary with no morals, so even if he recognized this recognizable voice, he didn't stop his hands. The act of throwing a short stick.

The mercenary nimbly dodged the short stick of the guardian of Hell's Kitchen: "Isn't this the guardian, a member of the red team! What kind of uniform do you think the unnamed should wear? Of course it must be red!"

"Hi, Wade." Unknown rolled his eyes and smiled. He felt that the undead mercenaries were like his teammates, the most reliable kind. vague.

"Hi, sweetheart!" The mercenary looked very excited, even ignoring the guardian's defensive posture and questioning, and went directly to the anonymous side, winking excitedly:

"The tin can has now become a tin can full of paste in the brain. If you go to Manhattan with your brother now, you can still watch a big dogfight. It's free, 4D high-definition experience without / code."

The author has something to say:

Unnamed's nature began to show, yes, he is just a man-machine with no three views, and now he is in the process of learning.

To be honest, Unnamed's combat power is not strong at this stage, but he is rather skinny.