[Zhongyingmei] The correct posture of the villain's whitewashing

"The S-level simulated intensive defense training is over, student Daize, the final score, full marks."

The densely packed directional wasp turrets were withdrawn, and the exclusive training room became as empty as before.

"Two hours and 32 minutes, 10 minutes longer than the last time. Mr. Daze, your progress is obvious." Jarvis's voice came from somewhere in the building.

As an artificial intelligence brain that has mastered all the conditions of the entire building, it is not surprising that he can descend anywhere.

"I believe that you will be able to go on missions with Sir in the near future. With you by my side, I think everyone will be much safer."

Dazzle put on the coat hanging by the door, and smiled: "I think I have to spend a lot of time practicing before reaching that level."

Jarvis confirmed with his inorganic electronic voice: "It won't be long."

After finishing speaking, he continued: "Speaking of which, someone sent you a letter, and it was stuffed in your mailbox at the entrance of the building."

"My letter?" Dai Ze asked strangely, "Who will write to me?"

There are five overcrowded exclusive mailboxes standing outside the building, and there is a newly added mailbox next to the Hulk mailbox, in the shape of a small house, with Daze's name written on it.

Dazzle took out a lonely letter from inside, with "Dazzle" written on the envelope.

The notes are somewhat familiar.

The pure white envelope was torn open, revealing the densely written letter paper inside.

Dai Ze first glanced at the signer of the last line.

Litander.

Unexpected name.

The content of the letter was a very friendly greeting. It briefly mentioned that he was valued by the doctor of the Academy of Fine Arts because of the breakthrough progress of the experiment.

Dai Ze recalled the passing figure of Litander he saw on the news about the reconstruction of Academy of Sciences a few days ago, he was not sure at that time, but now it seems that it is indeed Litander himself.

"I was always worried about you when I learned that the Siberia branch exploded, but fortunately you are safe and sound. God bless."

"Heard you recently joined the Avengers? That's pretty big news, for me. Glad I'm not a Hydra now, so at least we can talk freely on this topic, and I can hardly imagine the same time Mr. Red Skull must be furious about what the Hydra headquarters will look like after hearing this news, but now, who cares about him? I hope you can be safe and happy there."

"I hope you can come to the Los Angeles branch when you find time. I have a lot of things to ask you about FTD's follow-up research plan."

"Hope to see 'Daze the Avenger' on the TV news soon, I think that'll be hilarious."

After reading the entire letter, Dazzle put it back in the envelope.

Litander's letter must have been posted a few days ago.

Thinking of this, he raised his head and looked at the Horn Media Building on the opposite side of the building.On the huge screen hanging in the center of the building, James' face was as flat as ever.

"Hello New York! Don't thank me, today is still your old buddy James Jonah Jameson brought you the "Clarion Daily Bulletin". As one of the largest gathering places for superheroes, New York's daily news vane They are all unpredictable, and recently, whether it is current affairs news or entertainment news, everyone is very keen on the same topic-the mysterious hero who has joined the Avengers."

"Oh, well, he's not mysterious anymore, because by all indications, this new Avenger is a mutant. Yes, you heard me right, he is a mutant, and he's also Appeared in the public eye once, after hurting countless tourists in the Royal Amusement Park and then fled. I think he hasn't gotten the punishment he deserves so far?"

"God knows what the leaders of the Avengers are thinking. They are finally so high-profile that they want to create a second Lord of Evil?"

"Actually, Stark wanted to buy Horn Communications a long time ago, in order to throw money in James' face and make him go away."

A familiar voice came from his ear, and Daize was stunned for a moment. He turned his head and saw Natasha who appeared behind him at some point, wearing a uniform and just returning from a mission.

As if thinking of something interesting, Natasha said with a smile: "At the beginning, he commented on Iron Man as an egomaniac who wore armor and thought he maintained law and order in New York, but actually only brought more damage to the public. A dilapidated soda can, a veritable Iron Man whose hands and feet look like irons."

Dai Ze reached out and touched the tip of his nose that was a little red from the cold: "Then it's a miracle that he can still work in Horn Communications."

Natasha spread her hands: "Because he said bad things about Nick Fury in a blink of an eye." Black Widow recalled, and then repeated it word by word, "An extremist who is popular under the guise of justice, an extremist who only A leader with a bit of core ability in rapping, and a blindfolded egg with skin like the surface of the moon."

After she finished speaking, she looked at Dai Ze: "He said bad things about many people, not just you."

Daize, who only realized Natasha's purpose at this time, couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth: "You don't need to comfort me, Natasha, I won't be affected by what these people say."

Natasha raised her eyebrows: "I'll just talk about it."

After a pause, she said again: "They just need a buffer time, after the vicious mutant incident has completely subsided."

Dai Ze raised his head and glanced at James who was still spitting, and noticed more and more people looking at him from the side of the road. He calmly said, "I hope so."

However, the facts always backfire.

It seems that the remnants of AIM are buried in the government's last dying struggle. Time has not diluted the conflict between humans and mutants. On the contrary, more and more demonstrations and protests and the government's deliberate promotion have caused their relationship to decline for a while. to freezing.

If it is said that most people just resisted the mutants but were afraid of their dangerous and unknown power and were unable to take corresponding measures, then after the evil lord was arrested and brought to justice, the actions of the government gave the people confidence again, and "resisted mutants" overnight The "mutant" news incident continued to spread and spread outwards in a blowout style.

S.H.I.E.L.D. and the Ministry of National Defense jointly took the opportunity to clear up the remaining forces in the government that AIM had buried for three years. However, this could not change the impact they had already caused. This was their last Jedi counterattack at the risk of their lives. Everyone was killed. I was caught off guard.

The government's rough division of the original factions has been redefined, no longer relying on the boundaries of the Liberal Democrats and the Conservative Party, they have become a faction that advocates the peaceful coexistence of mutants and humans and believes that mutants should be expelled or fully accepted by the government. The other faction is constantly arguing and arguing over whether to establish a mutant registration act.

The victim of this incident is no longer a human being, but a mutant who has lost the "protective shell of the evil lord".

Led by New Hampshire, which occupies less than the size of a fingernail on the map and adheres to the traditional concept, the motto "Give me freedom and give me death", ordinary people who have been troubled and persecuted by conservative anti-human mutants have waved their sticks in the past six months , the mutant expulsion incident finally rose to a level that could not be solved by non-violence.

No one is willing to be a compromised quail when disaster is imminent, especially if they are mutants with various abilities.

As a result, the incidents of mutants hurting people on all continents intensified.

It was around this time that Dazzle joined the Avengers.

Almost overnight, he became the target of criticism from all the news media and the public. "We don't need the protection of a mutant", "The disappointing Avengers", and "The Vicious Incident in the Royal Amusement Park" were topped again and again. The search is popular, and the unfinished mutant registration bill in 05 was even maliciously turned into a "superhero registration bill" and posted on the Internet.

This time it can't be solved by smashing a tablet and venting anger.

Stark almost bombed Nick Fury's hometown with his 180 Hornets turrets.

"You said you would solve the problem of AIM's remnants infiltrating into the right wing of the government." These days, he has been busy traveling around the world to build a super-tech laboratory, an exclusive training room, and an exclusive lounge for his little uncle, and neglected to pay attention to other people. Mr. Tony Stark, CEO of Stark Industries, who is in control of the matter, "In fact, your so-called solution is to wait until the matter develops until they all show their feet and then symbolically arrest them?"

Facing the flying turret that almost surrounded the building and Iron Man holding an electromagnetic pulse in the center of the turret, Nick Fury reacted calmly.

"It will calm down without us even having to intervene."

"As the old department of Killing Brain, I know exactly how good Murdoch is at invading viruses, Mr. Stark."

Stark was silent for a moment, before finally putting down his EMP device.

"If you hit my family next time, I will stop all arms supply to S.H.I.E.L.D., Director Fury."

Judging from the reported damage frequency of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s "exploding a floating aircraft carrier once in one incident".

"That's really serious." Nick Fury said with his poker face still serious as he looked at the mechanical army leaving in great numbers outside the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Behind him, Coulson hurried over and blamed himself: "It was my mistake in judgment that caused them to seize the opportunity. My fault, Director."

Chief Fury glanced at the latest headline about Dazzle in the newspaper, frowned and said: "Many enemies are not only good at hiding in the dark, Coulson."

Coulson bowed his head and said, "Yes, Director."

Nick Fury stood up from the sofa, shook his wrinkled black windbreaker, and looked at the watch on his wrist: "Call out the monitoring of the central square from last week, let Finn restore the disturbed part, then cut it out and pass it on to Hill, I will tell her exactly what to do. Before you accept the punishment for this mission failure—"

Phil Coulson straightened up subconsciously.

"Let's think about how to solve this first."

"After all, he helped S.H.I.E.L.D. before becoming an Avenger."

The expulsion of mutants is still going on, and the follow-up damage to the mutants hiding in the ordinary people trying to get a normal life is still deepening. For this reason, Captain America even had to postpone the time for Daze to participate in the mission with them.

Daze, who could go shopping with the Avengers after a proper disguise, had to stay in the mansion, using trivial and repeated ability training to pass his free time of more than ten hours every day except sleeping.

Undoubtedly, the person who was most affected by this incident was Dazzle himself.

Here, among the few well-known mutants, Professor Charles has always kept a low profile so Xavier College has hardly been affected, and Magneto, please, does anyone dare to trouble him?

So of course it's Mr. Mutant who's been in the limelight lately for joining the Avengers.

People fight against mutants, they don't know the names of those mutants, and they know that there is a mutant in the Avengers who has committed evil things.

His name is Dai Ze.

So this seems to be a catharsis for them to vent everything.

People who lost their minds for revenge even began to scribble all kinds of abusive words about him on the wall. They put Daize's photo in a large photo frame, and then drew a big red cross on it to show resistance. It seems that when no one knew, Dazzle had faintly become their number one target and representative against the mutants.

Writing Dazzle, actually represents the entire group of mutants that have infiltrated the general population.

And just when they were keen to do these hurtful activities in all the corners of the city walls and graffiti areas, a man wearing a brand new red and blue uniform, with a spider pattern on his chest, and a white eye patch will automatically become larger and smaller strangely "Psoriasis Scavenger" was born.

Carrying two buckets full of two-color paint and a large brush, he wandered around Manhattan in the early morning. Whenever he found an uncivilized street graffiti, he would dutifully cover it with white paint.

It's as if the word "garbage" in the graffiti wall that originally said "Dazzle is trash" has been wiped out and replaced by a new word.

Awesome.

then--

Daize is a piece of rubbish, Daize becomes so handsome!

Daize should die and become dazzle handsome! .

Dazzle made me so disgusted that I became handsome Dazzle—explosively—!

Everything is so cool!

That's awesome dude!

Someone recorded the scene on a mobile phone, and after the last line of street graffiti, little Spider-Man Mr. Peter Parker hung the paint bucket back around his neck when he noticed the person who secretly filmed him.

The next moment, there was a scream outside the screen, and the camera shook for a while.After returning to normal, Little Spiderman waved at the camera with his mobile phone in a selfie pose.

"Hi guys, good morning, I'm your hardworking Mr. Scavenger!"

"It's Neighborhood Spider-Man's weekly sharecast! What am I doing every week? Fight criminals on Monday, sew on uniforms on Tuesday, sew on Wednesdays, sew uniforms on Thursday, sew criminals on Friday, Saturday - no uniforms! Haha, you must have noticed that I finally have a new uniform! Isn’t it awesome? I think it’s super cool!”

"However, here I still want to declare the theme of this video, which is——Look!"

Talking video was transferred to that wall.

"5 minutes ago, someone wrote a bloody red sentence on it. I won't repeat the specific content. I think you can definitely guess it. Here I really have to say something about those brothers who do these things, my God, Have you played enough of such old-fashioned plots?"

"Did he rob you of your money? Or the person who hit you? If it hit you, it must be the way to cover your head in a sack and then stuff it into the toilet and kick your ass hard? Otherwise, I really can't think of it." Understand what hatred makes you so persistent to write the exact same words on every wall! Why do you have to hurt an innocent wall?"

After speaking, the video was turned back to the original place, and Little Spider-Man said to the front camera: "Seriously, if he didn't hurt you, please stop hurting him. I hope you will think about this before doing this next time." In a word—I don’t just refer to graffiti, but I really beg of you who are passionate about this, please stop doing this, I’m tired of painting one by one, paint also costs money!”

After speaking, Little Spider-Man threw the phone back into the owner's hand, and then waved to him: "Thank you, remember to make me handsome!"

Mr. Wade Wilson, who was wearing a hood to cover his entire face with only two eyes exposed, took the mobile phone thrown by Little Spider-Man, watched the video carefully again, and then looked at his friend beside him.

"He talks a lot."

The friend rolled his eyes.

"So are you."

This #urban scavenger little spiderman# video has undoubtedly gone viral.

Like hot oil being dripped into a clear spring, he has his own style in this almost unanimous incident against mutants.

At the same time, a video titled "The truth that the laser man in the central square could not break through our defense in 10 minutes" was posted on the Internet, and it quietly became popular.

State Highway 105 in Los Angeles.

A sudden robbery alarmed the police. Two Southeast Asian criminals took the huge amount of banknotes they just robbed from the bank, and drove their high-performance sports cars to gradually distance themselves from the police.

The criminal in the co-pilot arrogantly watched popular videos on a tablet while laughing and said in their native dialect: "The police in Los Angeles are a bunch of idiots!"

Behind him, after a burst of machine gun fire.

Police: "Our side failed to penetrate the enemy's armor!"

"Their car is wrapped with the hardest alloy metal, which is the latest research result of the world's scientific research team. How did they do it? Did they rob the world's scientific research team?!"

"No one can break that!"

As soon as the words fell, a high-speed moving object fell from the sky. He reached out and tore open the entire trunk, and sat down on the back seat.

The two robbers in the driver's seat and the co-pilot's turned their heads and looked at the tall man who appeared suddenly, holding a wine bottle and dressed in a mess, with an out-of-the-ordinary expression.

"Damn it, Hancock!"

"Hasn't he disappeared for a week! Why did he suddenly appear here!"

"Bring out the gun! The one we stole from the World Research Group! Gun! Gun!"

The criminal on the co-pilot immediately took out his pistol and pointed it at the man: "Don't move! Otherwise I'll shoot you like a sieve!"

Hancock leaned back on the leather chair. The back seat, which was perfectly sized for ordinary people and had enough space, was a bit restrictive for him.

He glanced around, and then commented: "The car is not bad."

The robber in the co-driver pulled the safety catch: "Get out of our car!"

As if he didn't see the gun pointed at his head at all, the man pressed his brows drunkenly: "You can't choose to come out later to rob? I can't even sleep well during the day."

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the tablet in the middle with a lighted screen, and Hancock frowned after seeing the familiar face.

He reached out and took the tablet, because he stood up a little bit and hit the roof of the car with a thud.

The mugger's shoulders flinched from his movements, and he even forgot to shoot.

A video titled "The Truth That the Laser Man Three in the Central Square Can't Break Through Our Defense in 10 Minutes" was playing on the tablet.He pressed the replay button, and a soothing and ambiguous jazz sound played.

In the picture, the young black-haired man is wearing an ordinary British-style shirt and a somewhat loose beige sweater. He stands quietly in front of the arched glass door like a stained glass painting in a church. The ice cubes and colored water around him surrounded him like a circle, reflecting the light pouring in from outside.

It seems that someone called him.

Then he turned around, and he didn't know what he saw. The original straight eyebrows and the corners of the eyes were stained with a smile, the eyes were curved, and the black pupils were as gentle and soft as soaking in water.

Hancock froze for a moment.

Just when he subconsciously wanted to press the replay button again.

"What are you still doing, shoot!"

The next moment, a finger-thick dark blue laser penetrated the tablet and hit Hancock. The tablet made a loud bang, and the screen was completely shattered.

The laser hit the man and burned his piece of clothing. Under the clothing was his intact skin, with obvious and smooth muscle lines.

The robber's eyes widened in disbelief: "This is impossible! This is obviously an electromagnetic laser that can penetrate even a 100-meter-thick alloy steel plate in an instant!"

Hancock looked up at the robber.

"I was in a good mood today."

After he finished speaking, he shook the scrapped tablet computer, and the screen became completely black. Finally, there was an obvious trace of emotion called "I'm very upset" on that expressionless face.

He reached out to support the roof of the car, and then stepped on it with both feet!

The bottom of the car, which was called "the hardest alloy metal package" by the Los Angeles police, was trampled through just like that, and his feet sank into the ground, leaving a deep mark on the ground.

The rear wheels of the car were still running at high speed, but they couldn't move forward even a centimeter.

Hancock stood up.

"Know the foot brake, bro?"