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

"The teams are sounding their horns, and there is air support. The silver modified SUV is fleeing westward. The suspects are five men with guns. Once they drive into the Mulholland Highway, they must be arrested and brought to justice-they are coming! All alert!"

On Mulholland Highway 23, a silver Hummer h2 is driving crookedly on the road at super high speed in an S-shape, causing the surrounding vehicles to slow down to avoid it. This scene can only be reminiscent of whether the driver is drunk driving .

At the end of the road, knowing that the people sitting inside were five criminals who had just robbed a bank and even brutally shot and killed six police officers on duty, the police officers who had been waiting there for a long time, no one could relax their vigilance.

"People in the dxt2733 car, pull over to the side of the road immediately, you are already surrounded!"

After the sheriff stood in front of the car door and warned three times with a loudspeaker, the car was still driving towards here at an unabated speed. The sheriff made a blank face and issued the first command: "Fire the warning shot."

After finishing speaking, there were bursts of gunshots at the end of the road.

The car still didn't stop, and was even accelerating.

When the gangster's car was less than 300 meters away from the police, the sheriff glanced at the latest instructions on the communicator and waved his hand.

"Kill."

There was another shot that lasted longer.

In front of them was a large pit three meters deep and about four meters in diameter-this was Hancock's masterpiece a few days ago.

Thinking of that name, the sheriff subconsciously twitched his eyelids.

He felt strange from the beginning just now, because it has been a full three hours since the incident happened, and according to past experience, Hancock would definitely be there within an hour, but now——

This thought flashed by, and the sound of emergency braking came from next to my ears, and the Hummer h2, which had been strafed by bullets, stopped half a centimeter in front of the big crater.

The windshield, which had been cracked into pieces by the shot, shattered in pieces at this moment, revealing the scene inside the car.

In this spacious silver SUV, Hancock sat in the main driver, with his left hand on the steering wheel, his right hand on the door, and his eyes on the sheriff.

The sheriff subconsciously shed a drop of cold sweat.

Hancock shook the bottle in his right hand that was shot at the bottom, and said in a low voice, "This is my last bottle of wine."

The policemen kept their shooting positions, and the sheriff stood there motionless, as quiet as a chicken.

Hancock shrugged: "I don't expect you to say compensation either."

He turned to look at the five tied and stacked suspects in the back seat, and patted the seat: "The car is not bad, but the style is a bit old, but it's excusable. I remember it was a car manufactured in 03."

As he spoke, he opened the car door and walked down. When passing by the sheriff, he raised the broken wine bottle in his hand, and then threw it into the big pit casually.

"You should wear a pair of glasses, otherwise it won't be the wine bottle that hurts you next time."

Superman loosened his shoulders, and when he was about to leave, someone suddenly handed a bottle of wine to his eyes.

Hancock frowned, looked up the hand holding the bottle, and saw an unfamiliar face.

A man in his 30s, wearing a cheap but neatly pressed suit, not particularly handsome, but very comfortable to look at.

Hancock didn't pick up the bottle of wine, Rui thought about it, then suddenly realized that he reached into the car window and took out a screwdriver, pried off the bottle cap of the wine and handed it to Hancock again.

"I think you should remember me, Hancock, I didn't expect to meet here, I'm so happy."

Looking at Hancock's "who are you" expression, Rui said with a little embarrassment: "I am the person you rescued on the railway last time, don't you remember? It was just a month or two ago, I always want to Take a chance and thank you, you saved my life."

Hancock frowned thoughtfully.Indeed, such a thing happened, and he was quite impressed.

After all, there are not many people who would say thank you to him after he "saves people", and this man is one of them.

Rui sincerely said: "Can I talk to you, for the sake of this bottle of wine."

Hancock rebuffed decisively: "No."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and was about to leave. Rui stood behind and suddenly said, "Then can you take me home? My car can't get over such a big hole. If I go back the same way, I'll have to drive for three days to get home. There is no other shortcut, my wife and children are still waiting for me to come home for dinner."

Hancock clicked his tongue impatiently.

"There is no second time."

In a residential area of ​​Oxnard, a car was thrown from a height, and the loud noise made people wonder whether the car had disintegrated due to the violent collision.

Rui, who was sitting in the car, breathed a sigh of relief, and walked out of the car with some limp legs: "Thank you, of course it would be better if the way was more gentle."

After a pause, he said again: "It's all here, let's have a meal at my house, Hancock."

He stepped forward and put a nice hand on Hancock's shoulders—even though it was a comical gesture for him to do it for his height.

"Don't refuse, friend, you saved my life, but I don't even have a way to thank you. If you are like this, I will be so disturbed that I can't even sleep well."

Hancock tilted his neck back and took a sip of his wine noncommittally.

Ray has a lovely son, Alan, blond and freckled, who seems to be one of Hancock's few fans - or maybe his only He was very excited about his arrival, which was reflected in the fact that he picked out a limited edition armor of Iron Man that he liked best after rummaging through all his toys.

Hancock glanced at the Iron Man with a strange expression. He couldn't live up to the kid's kindness anyway, so he could only accept it.

Rui also has a very beautiful wife with blond hair, but unlike Alan, she doesn't seem to welcome Hancock's arrival very much.

At the dinner table, she chose a place farthest from Hancock to sit down, and she didn't even make any eye contact with him the whole time. She kept her head down and urged Allen not to talk, and to eat well.

Other than that, it was just the most ordinary and homely meal. When the program on TV entered the commercial break, the female star in scantily dressed exaggerated clothes said to the camera.

"It's Valentine's Day soon, have you found the person you like? Or are you still hesitating how to make a romantic and handsome confession? Come to Ellie's magical confession room. I'm not exaggerating, you will Receive unexpected surprises.”

Ray stopped what he was doing: "Oh, yes, tomorrow is Valentine's Day." He looked at his wife, "What do you want, Angel?"

When her name was called, Mary looked up at Rui: "Are you sure I want to say it?"

Rui shrugged: "Well, I'll do it myself, and I will give you a surprise."

After speaking, he seemed to have found a good topic, and he looked at Hancock: "Hancock, what are your plans for tomorrow?"

Alan, a little fan who also cared about the idol's emotional issues, immediately raised his head, but was reprimanded by Mary and continued to lower his head to eat.

Hancock propped his hands on the table and turned the fork in his hand: "I don't have any plans."

Mary on the side suddenly said: "No girl would like a man who lives nowhere, wanders outside, wreaks havoc and drinks alcohol all day long, Rui."

Embarrassed by Mary's straightforwardness, Rui Gan smiled and said, "She speaks more directly—"

Hancock glanced at the blond woman, whose inexplicable hostility made the man frown.However, in fact, everyone understands.

She was right.

The man put down the tableware: "I think—"

"No, wait, wait Hancock!" Rui hurriedly reached out and tried to push Hancock back to the chair, but he didn't.

He could only go straight to the point and said, "Mary's words may be more straightforward. I know these words may make you unhappy, but she is right, Hancock."

He knew it wouldn't be as simple as just having a meal, and the man didn't give Hancock a bad impression, so he still stood there, expressionless, wanting to hear what he would say next.

"Don't be angry when I say that, but haven't you thought about changing anything? I'm a publicist, maybe I can help you."

"You have the ability, you should be like other superheroes, children adore you, scramble for your autograph, adults applaud your heroic actions, instead of repelling each other and loathing each other like now, you should Having a reputation, even wealth, and a considerate wife that matches your ability is definitely not the way you are now alone, have you never thought about it, Hancock?"

I don't know which word in this passage touched this tall man, his movements stopped for a moment.

wife.

He had actually thought about what Rui said above.

For example, like those superheroes, being admired, applauded, and even thought about more than once.

This is a very normal thing, even ordinary people must secretly fantasize that one day they will become superhuman and become famous all over the world.

And he possesses these abilities, and what the reality gives him back is often only abuse and disgust, so he has long stopped thinking about those far-fetched things.

As for... the other partner?

Hancock was shocked that he hadn't really thought about it since he woke up in that old Miami clinic.

This is not normal, people have feelings, just like they want to drink water, eat and sleep, but in this respect, he seems to be avoiding it deliberately, so deliberately that he completely forgets the existence of this matter.

Ray's persuasion plan ended in failure, but he firmly stuffed his business card into Hancock's pocket, and told him that as long as he figured it out, he could come to him at any time.

On the way back to Los Angeles from Oxnard, I passed through a small town. The day before Valentine’s Day, everything seemed to be covered in pink atmosphere. Even the big screen in front of the radio station was broadcasting emotional programs. .

A certain actress who just admitted her love affair with the male star said to the host with her unique voice: "At that time, he asked me, is there anyone who is different from others to you? Do you think he is prettier than others , or feel that he is more caring than others, in short, when he appears in the crowd, you will see him at first sight."

By coincidence, Hancock stopped in front of the big screen.

The host smiled and said, "Then this is really obvious and straightforward."

The actress brushed her hair together: "That's not true."

When she was talking, she was brimming with happiness: "At that time, he scared me. You know that people always get a few reactions when facing someone they like. They are nervous, blushing, and their heart beats faster——"

Hancock frowned.

nervous?blush?Rapid heartbeat?

He clicked his tongue.

He felt that the picture was hard to imagine even for himself.

Inexplicably not knowing why he stopped to watch this meaningless show, Hancock flew back to the direction of Los Angeles.

In the small white villa on Malibu Beach, after calling Natasha, Barton, and Dr. Banner but no one answered, Daze hesitated looking at the phone calls from Stark and the captain.

Not to mention that they seem to be in a "cold war" with Steve now, although this cold war seems to be almost irrelevant to Daze, because he still often communicates with the Avengers on aim-just because of watching movies Is it not good to bother these two busy people with trivial matters?

Especially when I heard Jarvis say that Stark has recently entered the final stage of the latest invention of Stark Industries, and he is too busy to touch the ground.

Bilova and Crossbones were taken back to S.H.I.E.L.D.

Swiping the numbers in the address book on his phone, Dai Ze found that he didn't have anyone he could invite.

Is his popularity so bad?

Dai Ze lowered his head and pinched the center of his brows, no one can be happy after realizing this fact.

Just when he was hesitating whether to return the ticket to Kurt, an urgent news suddenly appeared on the TV.

"Three hours ago, the suspect who robbed CITIC Bank in Los Angeles and shot and killed six police officers was finally arrested on Mulholland Highway—"

In the aerial footage, the host let out an exclamation when he saw Hancock stepping out of the criminal's car.

Dazzle clapped his hands when he saw Hancock's familiar face.

There is one more option.

After selecting Hancock's number in the address book and dialing it, a familiar female voice came from there: "The other party has shut down—"

Daze looked at the phone screen during the call, and tapped his fingers on the table unconsciously.

Mulholland Highway, if you go back to Los Angeles from there, it seems to pass here?

Although it was news three hours ago, and three hours was enough for Hancock to fly halfway around the world, Dazzle poked his head out of the window with the mentality that he would never go wrong if he tried.

At 05:30 in the afternoon, the sky is still bright, and the sky in Los Angeles is much darker than New York.

After about 3 minutes, a fast object crossed the sky. It didn't leave a long exhaust trail like an airplane, but it went directly through the clouds, and it was a person who could be vaguely seen.

Didn't expect to be able to wait, Daze subconsciously shouted: "Hancock!"

The figure disappeared into the sky without looking back.

Dai Ze looked further away without giving up, but he didn't see any traces.

He sat back in the chair with some disappointment.

"Didn't he hear?"

He remembered, isn't his hearing dozens of times that of a normal person?

Thinking of this, Dai Ze squeezed the opera ticket in his hand, the Metropolitan Opera House in the United States, to be honest, he still has a little desire to see the world.

Is it possible that he wants to occupy two positions for one person?

Dai Ze felt that the scene was a bit hard to describe just thinking about it.

Just as he was considering whether to take Jarvis with him, there was a sound from the balcony.

Dazzle turned his head to look, and saw Hancock, who had gone back and forth, landed on the balcony outside the villa, and the way he landed was always very rough, and a hole had been smashed into the originally smooth floor.

Hancock stopped there, reached out and tapped on the glass.

"what's up?"

Dai Ze showed a surprised expression, and said with a smile: "Are you free tomorrow?"

Hancock paused when he pushed the glass away. He didn't know what to think of, and his voice became a little deeper: "What's wrong?"

Dai Ze raised the two opera tickets in Yang's hand: "Shall we go to the opera?"

Hancock paused for a long time, and when he spoke again, Dazzle somehow felt that there was such an unbelievable taste in his tone.

Hancock asked repeatedly: "Tomorrow?"

Dai Ze: "Tomorrow."

Hancock took a deep breath.

"it is good."