[Comprehensive British and American] The villain is beaten daily

Clark is a small reporter. Although his position is small, he has a lot of connections.

The person in charge of the police dispatch this time, he knows, has done interviews before.

The context of the case is clear, and the relationship between the characters is clear. The police officer doesn't need the two of them to go to the bureau to make notes.

By the way, Mr. Police complained about Clark's suit that was slashed a full [-] centimeters from the back. Now, it will be scrapped soon.

Clark smiled awkwardly, scratched his hair, and got into the car.

The red-haired girl had been sitting in his car for a while.She is quiet and well-behaved. She chose to sit in the passenger seat for the sake of light. At this moment, she is actually holding a pen and seriously doing the questions in the newly bought teaching aids, which makes the poor students feel ashamed.

When the car door opened and closed, Lydia closed the book, packed all the things into the schoolbag, and looked at Clark with the bag in her arms.

Even Superman, Clark's scalp was numb from those eyes.

He coughed dryly, put on his seat belt, motioned for her to do the same, and asked her, "Are you going home? I'll see you off."

With that said, the car has started.

Lydia nodded, then shook her head again, her voice still not daring to let go: "Let's go buy clothes for you first."

Clark really stepped on the brake: "Huh?"

Lydia grabbed the strap of her schoolbag, looking a little nervous:

"Your clothes... let's go to the clothing store to buy clothes for you."

"Uh... no need, really no need."

Lydia smiled quietly, the small gray mole at the corner of her eye suddenly became vivid, she patted her bag, and her small voice became alive: "Don't worry, I have money."

Clark No Money Kent: "..."

***

Lydia came back with a lot of clothes and a pile of messy fabrics. She carried three paper bags in each hand. Clark even hung himself as a Christmas tree. It was hard for Lydia to buy these He didn't know what it was, and it was taken over by Lydia's housekeeper.

Lydia said goodbye to Clark in a low voice, and thanked the housekeeper sister who helped her bring things up, and then began to flip through her "trophy".

Lydia plans to make a uniform for herself, like those masked vigilantes who have been publicized or not.

…As a close relative of Senator Lex Luthor, Lydia must not be discovered and implicated on her brother.

She began to organize this pile of useful and useless things.

First of all, although I don’t know why, the vigilantes seem to like tights; secondly, although I don’t know why, as long as the vigilantes cover half of their faces, no one will recognize them—cross this out—— But most vigilantes are required to wear masks.

It took Lydia four hours to come up with a stretch top that was light and easy to move around.

When the system broke away from its own world, it happened that its stupid and cute host was adjusting the dark blue tights in front of the mirror, and was tentatively stuffing his chest...

fake boobs? ? ?

Ok? ? ?

Lydia's uniform is just a prototype at the moment. She used a few skirts with special materials and very good elasticity to change into clothes. She doesn't have separate trousers yet, but just changed into a pair of trousers of the same color, plus the newly bought black ones. High-top sneakers with height-enhancing insoles.

The system was dumbfounded, and the electronic sound froze like a tape had been degaussed: [Li, Lily, Lydia, what are you doing, what are you doing? 】

Lydia is a serious girl, since she has to do it, she must do her best.

She was still adjusting her fake breasts, in order to make herself look out of the image of an underage girl, and at the same time replied to the system: [I'm disguising, so I don't want to be discovered, it's not easy to disguise my height, and it's easier to figure. 】

The system grumbled dryly, feeling that there might be an insurmountable gap between itself and the host, so it could only change the subject compulsively.

【Your clothes, you made them yourself? ] It was really surprised, 【It looks so good. 】

The red-haired girl took off the silly half-face mask, rubbed her stiff face, and hummed.

[I used to... want to be a tailor when I grow up. 】

Lydia's room also has a door leading to the cloakroom.Lydia kept the bags in the private cloakroom, which had never been used before.

She also put the tights in the cloakroom by the way, locked the door by the way, and went downstairs to eat.

Lydia's villa has four floors, and she lives on the third floor.

Luther's efficiency is really high, and the villa that has been vacant for several months has returned to its original appearance.

Lex didn't pay much attention to ostentation, and he only hired one resident housekeeper for Lydia, and the rest were only for temporary needs, and Miss Housekeeper Angelina Scarman...she did most of the work by herself. enough.

Lydia likes Angelina very much, and Angelina took care of her for a year before.The biggest difference between now and a few months ago is that Angelina is married.

The butler sister got married and started a family. She originally didn't plan to come back to be a housekeeper, but Lydia didn't need Angelina to live here all day. Coupled with the high salary provided by Luthor, Angelina had free working hours, so she could work again. Became Lydia's personal butler.

By the way, Angelina's craftsmanship is impeccable, and everything is delicious.

Since the so-called golden finger was opened these two times, Lydia's food intake can be said to have doubled.She ate all the extra dinner she had prepared, and did homework for a while before she changed into tights and a coat, stuffed the half-face mask into her pocket, and slipped out of the room clumsily.

Fortunately, Angelina is off work.

Lydia secretly breathed a sigh of relief,

She took a deep breath, and then another deep breath: [System, what are we doing now? 】

The system let out a cheerful laugh: [Fight crime! 】

Lydia took another deep breath: [Can't be in Metropolis because of that big blue guy.I... I don't seem to dare to go to Gotham... How about we go to New York? 】

The system does not express any comments.

Lydia couldn't care less, she stuffed all the loose ginger-red hair into the hat, the brim of the peaked cap was buttoned very low, and a colorful baseball shirt with a skull was put on outside the tights. She looks like a gloomy girl with a punk obsession.

It is only evening now, and there is a train every hour from Metropolitan to New York, even in the middle of the night.

It was about nine o'clock when Lydia arrived in New York, where she had been away for a long time, and she could still take a walk here.

The terminal for the night train is Queens, New York.

Queens is not a bustling center like Manhattan. After walking for more than half an hour from the station, it is already an ordinary residential street, with street lights on, vehicles coming and going, 24-hour stores still open, and other things There is nothing else.

Lydia took another deep breath, nervously.

[System, I... I'm still a little scared.can i really do it 】

Cheer up the system: [No problem, let's start looking for the target now.You might not look too pervert-appealing today, and we might have to hang out a little longer. 】

Lydia: "..."

Sorry, it's my fault for attracting perverts.

Lydia, hehe, was in a complicated mood. After thinking about it, she tied the silly half-face mask on her head with the reflection of the glass. From her nose to her hairline, it was wrapped in dark blue cloth, only her gray-green pair was exposed. s eyes.

The dark glass reflected Lydia's strange shape now.

She took a deep breath, took another deep breath, and put on the gloves, trying not to miss anything.

[Are you ready for the system? 】

【I'm ready! 】

[I, I, I, are I ready...ah! 】

A shot went off.

Without Lydia's request, the system that had been prepared instantly boosted the weak blood in the girl's body.

The gray-green pupils instantly turned dark green, and even the pupils were dyed green.

It took less than half a second for Lydia to throw away her jacket and baseball cap. The girl instantly appeared at the source of the gunshot, and kicked the ass of the gangster who had just robbed and injured someone with a gun, and kicked him three meters away. .

——This is still when she has not mastered her own ability proficiently.

The red-haired girl chuckled, with a smile on her lips, her clear voice was deliberately lowered, with a slight hoarseness, combined with her forcibly raised height and fake chest curvature, she seemed a little bit seductive.

"Wow," she said, "tell my sister, what are you doing?"

As she spoke, she took two steps forward and stepped on the criminal's calf.

There was a crisp clicking sound inside his body, and a hoarse wailing sound came out of his throat.

"Legs—my legs—"

Lydia blinked, and the curve of her lips deepened: "It's okay, it doesn't hurt, you can keep running."

Gangster: "Ahhh!"

Lydia kicked a few more times neatly, plus words, it took a total of 48 seconds.

She turned her head and saw that the wound of the old gentleman who had been shot on the ground was bleeding profusely, and the young boy who was half kneeling beside him and still sobbing couldn't stop the bleeding no matter what.

The mask on her face covered most of the girl's expression.

She bent down and poked the boy who was calling for an ambulance.

"Please, ambulance, get him—"

"Step aside."

The powerful Lydia held the boy by the collar to keep him out of the way, and then picked up the old gentleman on the ground like a chicken.

Not caring about the blood on her body, Lydia curled her lips, raised her chin, and signaled the boy to look at the gangster rolling on the ground. After saying "Call the police", she disappeared from the boy's sight.

Two minutes later, the teenager stepped on the screaming gangster, and the call to the police had just hung up, and the masked girl had just returned.

She still smelled of blood, and the curvature of her lips was quite playful.Lydia stretched out her index finger, and the gloved fingertips were blood-colored and raised the boy's chin. She closed her eyes and took a breath on the stiff boy's neck.

"I like the smell of you," she drawled. "What's your name?"

The phone fell to the ground with a thud.

"I, I, Peter..."