Get out of the way, Tiga is getting bigger [Comprehensive British and American]

The Denver killer suddenly threw the black-haired little boy into the backseat of the car, his movements were rough and quick, and then he narrowed his eyes and warned the two children coldly: "Be honest, uncle will take you to play games, and then send you home. If Whoever is disobedient, uncle will throw him out of the car, understand?"

The little black-haired boy was thrown into the back seat, bumping into the blond boy curled up in the corner.He let out a "woo" in pain, propping up the seat cushion to find his balance and sat up.The blond boy who had been silent and low-key immediately opened his arms to protect the little black-haired boy, and glared at the Denver killer.

"What are you looking at, do you understand?!" the Denver killer scolded.

He is a little uncomfortable.The blond and thin child who always seemed to be submissive is now protecting another child and even dares to stare at him, not at all like the obedient one before.It felt like a disappointment when a plate of delicious food he had been looking forward to for a long time suddenly had something he didn't like.

"Uncle doesn't like disobedient children." The Denver killer warned, and the sadistic desire in his heart began to breed.

"..." The blond-haired boy looked at him without saying a word, still maintaining the action of protecting the black-haired boy with a blank face, and there was a certain sharpness in the clear blue eyes, which made the Denver killer feel a little bit It was indescribably strange, as if things had begun to go beyond his control.

But the black-haired little boy with tears in his eyes immediately nodded timidly in agreement, curled up on the back seat with red eyes very well-behaved, which calmed down the tyrannical monster eager to devour people in the heart of the Denver killer.His mood gradually calmed down, and he slammed the car door and locked it, then returned to the driver's seat, and started to back up and prepare to leave.

Xiao An and Xiao Steve exchanged a knowing glance, silently understanding.

They guessed right!The Denver Killer was originally going to do it in the car, but now that there are two children, the field can't be used, and the Denver Killer doesn't have enough materials to contain another child.In order to ensure that nothing goes wrong, the Denver killer will definitely take them back to the temporary residence, then tie or lock up one child first, and then do something like another child.

The vehicle slowly drove out of the silent and dark underground parking lot, the light slowly shone into the windshield, and the street outside was exposed to the view.There was a lot of voices and traffic, and after experiencing what happened just now, it seemed that they had returned to the world from hell, as if they had passed away.

Xiao An opened the sunshade curtain and looked out, but when she turned her head, she saw the man looking at them from the rearview mirror with sinister eyes.Xiao An was so scared that she shrank in, and sat still.He looked at little Steve next to him again.

The little blond boy was sitting by the window on the other side with his knees in one hand, his chin propped up with the other hand, and he was also looking outside.He pursed his lips earnestly and didn't know what he was thinking, he seemed to be in a daze, his long eyelashes drooped slightly, and they were distinct under the subtle sunlight that came in, very beautiful.

"72 Weeks Steakhouse...a convenience store, a bookstore, an intersection...a street sign?" the Black Widow on the channel suddenly murmured.

"What are you talking about?" Doctor Strange asked inexplicably.

"Aha, some tricks." Hawkeye also smiled knowingly.

"What?" Little Peter asked curiously, at a loss.

"It's an old-fashioned method. The people who know how to use it are probably us agents, spies, and some soldiers from the previous era." The black widow said teasingly, "The captain is telling me where the car passed by. Jarvis, you found it?"

"The target has been locked." Little Jarvis joked, "I finally found it. Although I don't have a processor now, my brain should not be so slow. Sir, I am not dementia. it works."

"What? Of course you are not!" Tony rarely took it seriously, frowning solemnly and retorting.

Mister Fantastic laughed.

"It's really boring, you can guess it as soon as you guess it. Stephen, why haven't I seen you for a while, why are you getting more and more stupid." Sherlock, who was staying in the police station, listened to Tony's channel, and immediately said with a bored face. The brain cells figured it out.

An Chunzhi also had guesses when he heard it, he turned his head thoughtfully, and looked at little Steve carefully.

The hand of the little blond boy holding his chin is just half blocked by his posture, his index finger is pressing on the earlobe, knocking one after another, but if you observe carefully, you will find that there is some kind of vibration in the knocking. law.

"Unfortunately, I can't." An Chunzhi regretfully said to the system in his mind, "Is this Morse code? I want to learn it too."

"Host, I'll teach you." The system said lazily, "There is no harm in learning more skills."

An Chunzhi was silent.

—Can he say he just wants to surprise Steve with Morse code at a certain moment?For example, use this method to communicate some words that you don't want others to know.After Sherlock returned, only the system was left in the store who knew this, and everyone else could only look dumbfounded.

An Chunzhi tried his best to make his mind think in a serious way—yes, after learning this, he might be able to use it when he is fighting, for example, he can pass information secretly now.

The car that had been driving stopped abruptly.

An Chun was startled, and quickly raised her head to look out from between the sunshade curtains to look at the surrounding environment.

This is still New York City, with streets on both sides, but it is much more remote than the city center, and the flow of people has become sparse. Right in front of the car door is a small shop with a signboard of medical equipment—the reason why it is called "what medical treatment?" equipment" because the word on the signboard was blurred out.Smudged by ink and scratched by a knife, the whole signboard also looks tattered.

The iron shutter door of this store is closed tightly, and it seems to be in a closed state. The state of the whole store seems to have been old.The Denver Killer stopped the car, walked straight to the door of the store next door, took out the key and opened the shutter door - the store next door was also dilapidated everywhere, but there was no signboard on it, as if it was still in an idle state for rent of.

"Mr. Rogers, your helper has arrived." Jarvis Jr. said, "Pay attention to your upper left diagonally, there is a small spider on the wall there."

Little Peter subconsciously made a nasal "Huh?"

"—that was originally a replacement backup for the spider detector on your chest, Mr. Parker, and it hasn't come to you yet." Tony explained lightly.

"I saw it." Little Steve responded calmly.

"Next, it will follow you." Jarvis Jr. said, "Record video, monitor in real time, send the location, and call the police in time. These are all its functions."

"Understood." Little Steve didn't ask at all how such a big spider could follow in without being noticed.Anyway, it's Tony's technology product, so feel free to use it!

An Chunzhi's gaze also quickly glanced in that direction, and then returned to the Denver killer.The man directly opened the door of the house next door to the medical equipment. The inside was empty, wide and flat. With several barrels of gasoline and tires around, An Chunzhi guessed that this was the stronghold of the Denver killer—he used the house as a parking lot .

The Denver killer came back soon and drove into the house next to the medical equipment signboard, confirming An Chunzhi's conjecture.

After he got out of the car, he pulled down the shutter door from inside the shop and locked it.The light coming in from the outside was blocked by the rolling shutter bit by bit, and finally disappeared from the last gap in the ground.Now, there is only a terrible silence in the whole space.

The Denver killer turned slowly and looked at the two children who were still in the car.The shadow completely covered his figure and covered his expression, then he slowly approached the car, and let out a deep and perverted laugh: "Hehehehe..."

"Is he a pervert?" An Chunzhi complained in a low voice, and pursed her lips unmoved.

"He's just a pervert." Kuaiyin answered in the channel.Little Steve looked at Xiao An, then held the back of his hand comfortingly, and motioned him to be patient for a while.

——and when the Denver Killer opened the car door and looked over.The little black-haired boy trembled all over, curled up in the corner of the car seat and looked up at him in fear, with a cowardly and frightened expression, as if he already understood that this was not a game.

"I want to go home." Xiao An trembled and said in a crying voice.

"..." This is little Steve next to him who was suddenly shaken with a complicated expression and didn't know what to say.

"Wow." Hawkeye uttered a tone in the channel.

"Play a game with uncle, and I'll take you home, okay?" The Denver killer asked softly and coaxingly in a low voice.He pulled Xiao An out of the car seat, his action was completely different from the roughness of his voice.Then he turned out the small suitcase under the car seat again, opened it and began to put on gloves.

"What game?" Xiao An asked with a sob.He stared at the scalpel that the Denver killer picked up with wide eyes in fear, and his shoulders began to tremble uncontrollably.

Little Steve couldn't help but also leaned over, poking his head out to watch the next development.

The Denver killer showed a look of love and satisfaction on his face. He looked at Xiaoan with that weird look, and his voice became softer: "There are some things on you that are useless from birth. How annoying, uncle, can you remove them for you?" ? Then Uncle takes you to an exhibition."

——Obviously the thin and well-behaved little Steve was the favorite of the Denver killer at the beginning, but because of the reason that little Steve was protecting Xiao An in the middle, the Denver killer turned more attention to the also very well-behaved Xiao An.

"I'll cry and praise him so that he can perform better." An Chunzhi explained to the system in his mind, "Look at Steve's completely undisguised appearance, he will definitely show up when he comes up, and the scene will change. How embarrassing and blunt, now I should just go along and keep him showing his feet or evidence immediately, so as not to cause extra complications."

"You are right...you are right, host." The system thought about it helplessly, but was unable to refute it.

Xiao An's expression became even more frightened.

The Denver killer squatted down, staring at Xiao An eagerly and obsessively like a lover. He raised the scalpel he was holding, and the cold blade slowly fell against Xiao An's side face, passing over his trumpet. The shirt, skimming his waist, finally settled on his denim shorts:

"What a good boy, be obedient, it won't hurt."

"……what?"

An Chunzhi blinked his eyes, lowered his head dully, and almost couldn't maintain the scared expression on his face.

Little Steve's face completely turned from black to blue, reaching the limit of his patience, his blue eyes stared at the Denver killer, almost wanting to breathe fire, and finally raised his hand and grabbed the huge gasoline next to him - almost the size of his whole body. Bucket, wrapped in a gust of wind, threw it at the Denver Killer:

"Enough! Let go of Ann!"