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

This was probably the first time Hancock woke up in so many years. When he parked on the balcony of the white building by the Malibu beach, Daze was still lying in the room and fast asleep.

He wasn't the type to sleep particularly quietly, as could be seen from the pillows and quilts that were kicked under the bed.And Jarvis, the smart butler who seemed to know him well, thoughtfully prepared a spare quilt beside the bed.Now the quilt was rolled up by the man and hugged sideways, with one leg on it, wearing very loose pajama pants, the trousers slid down to the thigh, and the skin was completely exposed to the air.

Hancock hesitated for a while, and finally pushed open the glass door and walked in.He rolled the quilt from the floor to the foot of the bed, then grabbed his ankle and tucked that leg back under the quilt.

The pores of Asians are generally thinner, but Dai Ze's is extraordinarily fine, like glazed porcelain, delicate and cold, and the visual impact brought by the strong contrast with the color of the back of his hand made Hancock subconsciously recognize it squinted.

He skillfully tucked up Daize's quilt, then turned around and sat cross-legged against the bed.

Outside the window is the sound of migrating birds and waves lapping on the shore.

After an unknown amount of time, when the sun had completely emerged from the clouds, there was finally movement on the bed.

The calm breathing became rapid, and the person on the bed could be vaguely heard shouting something uneasy, and the surrounding tables and chairs, wardrobe, wall clock and even the glass windows began to vibrate unsteadily.

As the unease intensified, even the space in the room began to become distorted. The best evidence was that the sunlight that originally came in directly from the window had changed its path, projecting on the wall on the right as if it had been broken alive.

The situation lasted less than three seconds, Hancock just wanted to stand up and wake up Dazzle, Dazzle sat up suddenly.

The floor-to-ceiling windows shattered into shards of glass, and the dazzling sunlight came in again. Dai Ze reached out to block it, and when he saw a tall man standing by the bed against the light between his fingers, he squinted his eyes to recognize it, and then He breathed a sigh of relief.

"Hancock?"

His voice was hoarse, and he rubbed his eyes: "What time is it?"

Hancock pulled the phone out of his pocket, only to escape the shattered wreckage.

He also looked at the wall clock on the wall whose hour hand was broken and the twisted classic computer of Daze on the bedside table. The experienced Superman looked at the sun and said, "It's past eight o'clock."

Only then did I remember that I had an appointment with someone to watch an opera today. When Dai Ze got up from the bed and looked for clothes in the closet in a daze, he always felt a gaze following him. Dai Ze subconsciously turned his head and looked at Hancock Sight.

"You've been watching what I do."

Hancock glanced at the red mark on Dai Ze's left face when he was sleeping, turned his head and said, "It's nothing."

"When did you arrive? Did you wait long?" There was the sound of a shower and Dazzle's indistinct voice from the bathroom.

Hancock sat on the chair, folded his hands behind his head in boredom: "Just arrived."

After a moment of silence, Hancock asked again, "Did you just have a nightmare?"

"It's been several days."

Hancock frowned: "What did—"

"We have to hurry up."

Before he could finish speaking, the bathroom door was pushed open.

His skin was still damp after taking a shower, and Daize took out the two opera tickets from his bag and carefully put them in his pocket, "The opera starts at two o'clock in the afternoon, go to the Metropolitan Theater from here—" etc."

As if he just saw the mess in the room, Daize paused: "Did I do this?"

At this time, Jarvis suddenly poked his head in from the door—probably he also felt that it was a shame to let Lao Jia wear his own armor to do housework. Stark built a new type of armor for Jarvis. The second-generation mechanical storm with excellent performance, a 1.8-meter-high robot, is said to be just a prototype. If he can find suitable materials, he can completely build the second-generation mechanical storm into a robot that looks exactly like a human. Genius scientist Stark said so.

"Sir, I'll take care of that. Would you like some breakfast?"

Dai Ze squeezed the space between his eyebrows: "I'm sorry, I have caused you a lot of trouble these days."

Smart butler Jarvis: "It's okay, it doesn't take much trouble, you have already helped me solve the biggest trouble, these are small things, and you shouldn't keep your friends waiting."

I really want to know what Jarvis refers to by "the biggest trouble", but after looking at the sky, Dazzle said again: "If there is no traffic jam, we can arrive before two o'clock."

Hancock stood up.

"We'll be there in a minute."

5 minutes later, in front of a running water ice truck in the metropolis.

"Slow down, slow down, slow down—!"

Three consecutive slow points finally prevented Hancock from stepping on a large piece of the floor every time he landed. It was rare for him to step on the ground in such a "gentle" way, and then put Dazzle down.

The proprietress in the ice cart stared blankly at the two people who suddenly appeared in front of her, and the ice cream ball in her hand fell to the ground with a snap.

This area of ​​the commercial street seemed to be still, and became the focus of the stunned and surprised eyes of the crowd. Daze pulled Hancock out of the crowd as if fleeing.

He actually didn't want to be so high-profile, that's why he chose to take the car, but before he could refuse, Hancock dragged him here.

He didn't stop until he was out of the commercial street and there were not so many people staring at them anymore—although there were still, after all, both of them were missions that had dominated the headlines of various news.

"It shouldn't be a big deal." Dazzle patted his chest comfortingly, "After all, there are Supermen here, so they shouldn't make too much fuss."

As he spoke, he looked at his watch. It was one minute to ten.

Four hours until the opening of the opera.

So in these four hours, Daze dragged Hancock through the remaining three commercial streets with great interest.

This is Daze's first visit to the Metropolis, and he was inevitably a little excited about this city that didn't even exist on the map in his previous life.In order to keep a low profile, he bought two gaudy hats from the owner of the stall, the most plain one, a peaked cap with two little red devil horns, which is probably the simplest and most effective way of camouflage up.

There were no longer a few sizing eyes from time to time, and the two shuttled through the crowd one after the other.

Surprised that there are so many people in the metropolis during normal working hours, Daze didn't think much about it, and only classified it as the cause of the city, just like the streets of Los Angeles are also overcrowded today.

Hancock followed Dazzle quietly, only speaking out when Dazzle picked something to ask for his opinion.

He looked around, most of the pedestrians around him were couples, heterosexual, same-sex, everyone had the same sweet smile on their faces, and they were also wearing things that showed the relationship between the two, couple clothes, or the same style Earrings or necklaces, or even the same scrunchies to similar styles of shoes.

Hancock looked at the playful hat on Daze's head, and couldn't help pressing down on the brim of the hat.

It might be due to the dense crowds around him, he felt that the air was a little hot and dense, and even his breathing began to be a little difficult.

At the end of the last commercial street is a mobile phone store, and the salesperson is very enthusiastic to introduce the latest models to Dai Ze. When he heard that one of them has a "buy one get one free" activity, Dai Ze couldn't laugh or cry.

"This is an event that only happens today." The sales lady blinked playfully, "It's very suitable whether you use it yourself or buy one as a gift for your girlfriend."

Dai Ze shook his head with a smile, but did not speak.

They were two phones of the same model, one black and one white, and their shapes were quite unique. He didn't have too many requirements for the phone. Thinking of Hancock's phone that was broken into parts because of his relationship in the morning, he was in awe at the sales lady. He looked up at Hancock in his eyes: "What do you think of this?"

Hancock looked in a certain direction, but didn't respond.

"Hancock?" Dazzle called again, then followed his gaze.

This is also the mobile phone counter. Not far away is a tall man who looks like an office worker. He is dressed in a suit and hair. He is wearing a pair of black-rimmed glasses. Clear, facial lines are very resolute.

After putting away the packing box of the newly purchased mobile phone, he turned around and met the eyes of the two. The man looked around strangely. After confirming that they were looking at him, he put on a gentle and gentle smile on his face :"Hello?"

Aware of his gaffe, Dai Ze quickly withdrew his gaze: "Sorry."

The man said nothing, nodded to the two with a smile and walked out of the mobile phone shop.

After he walked away, Hancock's voice came from above his head: "He is just like us."

After a pause, he corrected himself again: "Maybe it's different."

"I know." Dazzle whispered.

If he was not sure just now, when the man turned around and saw the Planet Daily job card on his neck, Dazzle couldn't be more sure.

"Of course I know." He said softly, with the same excited tone as when he saw Iron Man for the first time, "Clark Kent, they have been through my entire childhood."

Hancock was confused.

"gentlemen."

The sales lady who was holding two undamaged boxes beside her couldn't help asking: "Are you paying by card or?"

Dai Ze let out a sigh of relief: "Swipe the card."

He took the two boxes and handed them under Hancock's nose: "Buy one, get one free, I just broke your mobile phone this morning. Which one do you want?"

Hancock hesitated for a moment, then seemed to think of something, without refusing, he reached out and took the box with "porcelain white" printed on it.

Daize said strangely: "I thought you would pick black."

Hancock looked at him.

"White is fine."