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

It was another morning of superheroes, and the evil superman fused with the octopus mutant gene came to the center of Los Angeles for the first time. These cities, which were usually too late to deal with criminals as much as their own rice, faced a new dilemma again.

The citizens of Los Angeles, who have never experienced such monster attacks, obviously do not have the same iron heart as the citizens of New York.

In front of the city store, the three-meter-tall octopus man stood there, swinging those tentacles. The exclamation of human beings when they were injured or frightened seemed to be the most wonderful pastime for him. stand up.

The scene was chaotic and there was no order at all.

In the rapidly retreating crowd, a motionless black-haired man looked particularly eye-catching.

The octopus man noticed him, and the bloodshot eyeballs on the top of his head looked at him, and the man was obviously looking at him too, his dark eyes were very calm, and there was even a smile on his face.

It was an insult to his monster career.

The octopus man flicks his tentacles angrily, he wants to grab this man and bite his head off!

However, just as he was about to do so, someone tapped him on the shoulder.

The octopus man turned his head and saw a man with poor taste standing, or floating behind him, he clenched his fist, his expression looked a bit arrogant to the octopus man, it was the kind of "If I punch you, you might die" casual arrogance.

Ten seconds later, Hancock carried the dying octopus and flew to Stark to buy Slom Island, which is dedicated to placing such monsters for superheroes everywhere.

The Los Angeles store resumed operations after tens of seconds of silence.

"professor!"

Just as he put two heavy shopping bags at his feet, a familiar voice came from behind him.

Dazzle turned around, and a blond little boy with freckles and a baby face that hadn't lost the baby fat was standing in front of him, who was slightly shorter than him by half a head.

Daize was a little surprised and said, "Litander?"

Litander showed a shy smile: "It's a surprise to meet you. I thought you were busy recently. Are you traveling to Los Angeles?"

Dai Ze shook his head with a smile and said: "No, this explanation may be a bit complicated." He glanced at Litander's casual attire, and asked, "Is the Academy of Fine Arts on holiday today? I remember you said that you are working there now .”

Litander curled his lips with some displeasure: "No, but recently a group of strange researchers came to the Academy of Arts, who seem to be from the World Science Group, and now all the research laboratories are occupied by them, and we seem to be unemployed now. Same."

Thinking that the World Scientific Research Group might be Hydra's second cooperation partner after AIM, Daize couldn't help frowning: "What are they going to the Academy of Arts for?"

Litander said: "Who knows, anyway, it's that kind of research, and they won't tell us."

Seeing that he didn't want to say more, Dai Ze didn't ask too much.

He smiled and changed the subject: "Are you still used to staying in Los Angeles?"

Litander immediately said: "Get used to it, it's great here! It's just—that Superman is quite annoying, and he often comes to trouble the Academy of Fine Arts."

Dazzle froze for a moment: "You mean Hancock?"

"Yes." Litander nodded, and then said nervously, "Professor, do you still remember when we arrested Hancock for the experiment?"

Daze, the chief planner of the Hancock experiment, nodded: "I'm impressed."

Litander quickly grabbed Daize's hand: "Professor, you must be careful, that Superman is not easy to mess with. We treated him like that before, and he must hate us to death. Many people participated in his experiment back then." The researcher is also at the Academy of American Sciences, I suspect that is why he has been bothering us, but fortunately he has not gone too far, at least it has not risen to a threat to personal safety, but you are different Professor, you used to be He took over the experiment directly, so you should leave Los Angeles as soon as possible, I am really afraid that he will treat you-hiccup!"

In the middle of speaking, Litander's voice stopped abruptly as if someone had strangled his neck.

A tall shadow looms.

Dazzle turned his face sideways as if feeling something, and behind him, Hancock said to a driver who had been staring at him with a stinky face, "What are you looking at?"

The driver shivered for a moment, then hurriedly lowered his head and drove away while honking his horn.

Then he looked at Dai Ze, and Dai Ze blinked: "Are you going back?"

Hancock nodded.

Standing in front of them with a terrified expression, Litander couldn't help but exclaimed when he saw Hancock stretching out his hand to their professor: "What do you want to do to the professor!"

Then Hancock hugged their professor horizontally in front of Litander.

The sudden feeling of leaving the ground made Dai Ze's scalp tingle subconsciously: "Actually, I think you can use your back—"

Hancock stared at him with dead fish eyes.

Dai Ze swallowed: "Well if you're not used to that."

As soon as the words fell, Hancock rushed into the sky like a rocket.

Litander stood there with his mouth wide open.

Ten seconds later, he flew back again. Daize picked up two shopping bags on the ground, and smiled at Litander in embarrassment: "I forgot to take them."

Then he waved his hand: "Goodbye."

Litander mechanically reached out and waved, then watched them disappear into the air again.

There is only one big hole in the ground that Hancock stepped on.

Hancock doesn't like places with too many people, because the way those people look at him often reminds him of tourists watching chimpanzees in zoos, which is one of the reasons why he can't bear the violence in his body from time to time.So Dazzle talked for a long time before convincing him to take him downtown.

Hancock thought he was tired of staying here and wanted to go for a walk and do some shopping.He saw the down jacket in Daize's paper shopping bag, it should be for his friend in New York, because the size is much larger than that of the black-haired man.

So when Dai Ze smiled and took the down jacket and put it on him, Hancock was a little dazed.

The black down jacket is also embroidered with an eagle pattern on the chest, Superman will not be cold, and Hancock is still wearing his big beach shorts, which makes this outfit look a bit nondescript.

Dai Ze patted his arm: "It fits very well, brother."

As he spoke, he sat back on the bed and began to organize the two big bags of things. There were some winter clothes, some food, and some household items. With the help of supernatural powers, these were quickly sorted out, and then Daize started to put together the receiving box.

He said casually while splicing: "I'm leaving tomorrow, Hancock."

Hancock, who hadn't recovered yet: "What?"

Dai Ze glanced at him, then lowered his head and continued with what he was doing: "I said I'm leaving tomorrow." He raised his chin towards the folded clothes, "Go back and try those. Should be able to wear it."

Hancock stood there for a while, then sat down on his exclusive chair with sloped legs: "Oh."

After assembling the entire storage box, Dai Ze felt a sense of accomplishment.

Back then, he was still a scientific researcher who couldn't even make noodles.

He patted the non-existent dust on his hands: "I don't know what to thank you for."

Hancock said casually, "No."

Dai Ze raised the business card of the most famous Chinese restaurant in Los Angeles between his fingers: "I treat you to a big meal tonight."

Considering Hancock's personality, Dazer gave up the idea of ​​asking him to go to a restaurant for dinner in a serious way from the beginning.

The delivery man was confused when he first received this address.After seeing that the person who opened the door turned out to be Hancock, he showed an expression of disbelief.

Probably even most of the citizens in Los Angeles don't know that this high-profile but low-key Superman lives in such a place.

"cheers!"

In the room, two people sat opposite each other, Dai Ze retracted his wine glass and took a sip, the taste was mild and sticky, very authentic Chinese style rice wine.

Hancock took a sip and tossed it aside.

"You don't like this?" Dazzle asked him.

Hancock took out his own wine, pushed it away like the pot of rice wine was a scourge, wrinkled his nose and said, "Children's drink."

Daize could only bring the wine in front of him.

Hancock's use of chopsticks is surprisingly good, and Dazer thinks he's been in Asia for a while, at least in Asian restaurants, but he doesn't remember it.

He couldn't help asking: "What are your plans in the future, stay in Los Angeles?"

Hancock chewed for a while, and then said casually: "Probably. I can't leave here for too long."

Dai Ze asked strangely, "Why?"

Hancock glanced at him: "Drink your wine."

Realizing that he didn't want to say anything more on this topic, Daize could only say: "Oh."

He drank another glass of wine.

Hancock didn't know what the appeal of this soft, sweet and greasy wine was to Daize, and Daize himself didn't understand. Maybe it was the familiar taste that gave him an indescribable nostalgia for his homeland, etc. When almost all the dishes on the table were eaten, only half of the pot of wine was drunk.

He casually glanced at the degree, then frowned and said, "This degree is a bit high." He looked at Dazzle, "Are you okay?"

Dazzle sat there with his back straight: "What's wrong with me?"

The old incandescent lamp hanging above his head cast a dim light, shining on his face, his fair skin had an unnatural blush, but his eyes were clear and clear, and he really didn't look like he was drunk.

But that's just what it looks like.

Not everyone's drunkenness will show on their faces. If Bilova or Crossbones were present at this time, they would definitely grab Dazzle's glass and tell him that he was too drunk, but Hancock would not clear.

So Dai Ze drank the jug of wine in one gulp.

After drinking, he sat there quietly. When Hancock was eating the last bit of food in the bowl, a pair of chopsticks held out a piece of fish bone tremblingly.

Hancock gave Dazzle a curious look.

Dai Ze: "Eat fish."

Hancock glanced hesitantly at the fish bones at the bottom of the bowl.

Dai Ze urged again: "If you don't eat it, it will be cold."

Hancock could only silently stuff the bone into his mouth and take a few symbolic bites.Then the pair of chopsticks picked up another scallop with only the shell left.

Dazzle: "Eat shrimp."

Hancock: "Shrimp?"

Dai Ze smiled expectantly: "It's delicious."

Hancock could only silently stuff the shell into his mouth again.

Just when Dazzle was about to come over with a fork in his arms, Hancock had to stop him from continuing this action, and frowned, "Are you drunk?"

Dai Ze touched his hot cheeks: "I'm not drunk."

Hancock looked into his sober eyes, a little dubious.

Dazzle lowered his eyes and said, "I'm leaving tomorrow, Hancock."

Hancock froze for a moment, then said, "You already said it this morning."

Daize let out an "oh", and the room fell silent.

After a while, Hancock said casually, "Do you want to go up and have a look?"

Daize blinked blankly: "The roof?"

Hancock turned his head and looked out the window: "It's beautiful, the whole earth."

A few minutes later, a tall man in a black eagle down jacket and board shorts flew over Los Angeles with another man wrapped tightly in his clothes and wearing goggles as the only eye exposed.

Considering the physical problems of ordinary people—even though Daze is a mutant now, his body is still not strong enough to withstand everything like a superman—it is impossible for him to really let him see the whole picture of the entire earth.

The altitude is controlled to a level where you can see the whole of Los Angeles without feeling uncomfortable.

You may not feel it during the day, but at night, looking down at the night view of this prosperous city from top to bottom, that kind of scene is not enough to describe the shock.

It's like you have a brilliant starry sky above your head and a river of stars under your feet.

It's so beautiful that it makes your scalp tingle.

Hancock just hugged Daize and hovered in the sky. Where Daize said to go, he went there, first Los Angeles, then the coast of China, and then New York and Miami. He was familiar with things he was not familiar with. If Daize is particularly interested, he will find a place with few people to land, and stay for a short ten minutes.

So the impromptu move completely turned into a sightseeing trip.

When he returned to his small iron house again, Dai Ze no longer knew when he fell asleep leaning on his shoulder.Hancock did his best to put the person back on the bed as softly as possible, but he didn't do this often and he still woke Dazzle up.

Dazzle opened his somewhat blurred eyes and glanced at Hancock, and then unexpectedly, he stretched out his arms and put his arms around the man's neck, raised his head and approached him, and then gently pressed a kiss between his eyebrows.

The tall man froze in place.

Then I listened to the man who wrapped himself in a quilt into a silkworm chrysalis.

"Good night."

"dad."

Hancock:"??????"

Hancock was now sure the man was really drunk.

I was so drunk that I couldn't recognize who was who when I opened my eyes.

He rubbed his face with complicated emotions, turned around and was about to leave the room when the person behind him said again.

"Dad, I haven't brushed my teeth yet."

So Hancock had to wait on the drunk who couldn't tell the difference between east and west and nearly stuck a toothbrush up his nostrils before stuffing him back under the covers.

The entire wasteland was so quiet at night that not even the sound of the wind could be heard.

Dazzle woke up early the next morning, his head buzzing with a hangover.He tried to recall it, and found that he was somewhat fragmented.

The temperature was colder than ever, and the window was not closed tightly, and some wind leaked in, making Daize shiver.

He turned around and wanted to close the window, but was stunned when he saw the scene outside the window.

It has snowed in a place where rain is rare this winter.

As if thinking of something, Daize hurriedly put on that thick jacket and walked out the door. The air was not too cold, and bits and pieces of snow fell on his face, which was cold and wet.

He found Hancock on the round sofa outside the tin house. The man was completely covered in snow with only two nostrils for breathing.

Dai Ze hurried up to push the snow off his face, and when he saw the face of this man who was sleeping soundly and still snoring, he showed a dumbfounding expression.

He walked back to the room and started to pack the things he was supposed to take.The sudden drop in temperature after the snow made him reluctant to stretch his hands out of his pockets, so the suitcase was automatically pulled open, and things were filled in one by one as if he had become conscious.

Although the overdraft ability will greatly affect the state of the brain, it has to be said that after the last time the ability was overdrawn several times in a row, the restored ability is several times more than the original accumulated ability, and the control is also more powerful. Much more accurate.

The most obvious thing is that he can now manipulate several objects to do various things at the same time. This is a surprise, at least Magneto once said that it takes a long time to practice to achieve this level.

And he's been a mutant for less than three months now.

There is an iron bucket in the center of the room, which is used to catch the rain when it rains. Now there is half of the bucket filled with melted snow, and Dai Ze controls it to pour it out of the window.

Then he turned the face of the person who appeared in the tin house out of nowhere.

Daize hurriedly took the barrel back: "Sorry!"

Dr. Strange, who was splashed across the face when he came to Hancock's room through the portal, said, "...It's okay, I appeared too suddenly."

He wiped his face and took a few steps inside.Dai Ze looked at this man in a red cloak, with meticulously combed hair, deep facial lines, and a small mustache on his chin. He frowned and asked, "May I ask who you are?"

"Stephen." Strange extended his hand friendly, "Stephen Strange. First time meeting."

Dai Ze stretched out his hand and shook it back. He was a little familiar with the name, and he realized it after thinking for a while.

Strange, the great wizard of Greenwich Village, the Doctor Strange who cured the Hulk and let Iron Man pick nectar for several days?

Dai Ze couldn't help laughing and said, "It's our first time meeting." He glanced at the Hancock snowman lying on the sofa outside the small iron house, and said, "You came to see Hancock?"

Strange nodded: "Indeed, I came to look for him before I came, but now—"

He looked at Dazzle, or at the things floating behind Dazzle: "I think I'm looking for you, sir."

After speaking, he stretched out his hand and drew a circle of fire in mid-air.

"Would you like to come to my place? I know someone will pick you up soon, and it won't take you too much time."

Seeing Dazzle's hesitant expression, Doctor Strange leaned aside, and the red cloak immediately supported his hand, which made him pose in an eye-catching pose for an instant.

"Please, I won't do anything to you, kid."

The other end of the portal is connected to Strange's small bungalow villa.

If the Avengers is a superhero organization maintained on the physical level, then Doctor Strange is different from them in terms of ability and style.

Like a continuation of a mysterious ancient ethnic group, what he associates with a "superhero" is not technology or mutation, but magic.

Mysterious dimensional magic.

Daze followed Strange, here was a place so big that it couldn't see the end, the surrounding candles were dimly lit, the surrounding space was like broken fragments, floating around without any rules, the stairs they were standing on gradually went up Extended all the way to Strange's study.

In the middle of the tall round bookshelf with invisible top was a floating small round table. Strange invited Daize to sit down there and snapped his fingers. A steaming teapot and two teacups appeared in the air.

The scented tea with a familiar taste reminded Dai Ze of the one Professor Charles used to drink.

I heard that Professor Charles and Doctor Strange are still close friends?

Strange raised his legs, folded his hands on his knees, and drove straight in, "Can you tell me how you became a mutant?"

Dai Ze was silent for a while, but explained the process briefly.

Strange frowned after hearing this: "So it was Hancock's blood that prompted your mutation?"

Dai Ze rubbed the teacup subconsciously, and said, "You can also say that."

Strange rubbed his chin and said, "That's not surprising."

He spread out his hand, and an ancient book with complicated scripts flew into his palm.He opened the ancient book and looked it up quickly, and then read one of them: "The will of the universe can be transmitted through the blood of the imprinted body. Yes, this is it."

He looked at Dazzle again: "I think you have had a mutant in at least three generations of relatives, and that person has the same ability as you, but not as much as you—" He paused and said, "So powerful."

"Mutants' abilities are limited by innate conditions and have different ability growth differences. This is the root cause of their strength and weakness levels. As an innate recessive mutant, Hancock's blood enhances your mutant level. Base multiples, I think that should be the case.”

As he spoke, he said to himself again: "But this is not a good thing, if you look at the law of the spread of the will of the universe."

Daize couldn't help asking: "The will of the universe? What is that?"

Strange stopped talking. He sat there not knowing what he was thinking. After a long silence, he said as if he had finally figured it out: "Forget it, it's useless to keep it from you. You'll have to find out sooner or later."

"But before that, I need to tell you something you don't know."

As he said that, he spread his arms, and the surrounding space was instantly torn apart, and then what appeared in front of Daize was a vast void of stars.Those things passed through their bodies, running in a strange and mysterious orbit, like a melody that has never changed since ancient times.Strange pushed lightly, and the sea of ​​stars was pushed away to both sides, revealing the golden-red, dancing stars inside.

"This is the parasite of the will of the universe."

"And Hancock's heart."