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

When Hancock told Ray that he would accept his plan at first, Ray was confused.

The cause was probably a TV news.

At that time, a terrorist attack had just occurred in their company, and the Los Angeles police, as always, were unable to break through the terrorists' line of fire. In the end, it was Hancock who threw the criminals from the building one by one.

In order to thank, Rui said that he would treat Hancock to dinner, and Hancock chose the small restaurant under their company nearby.

The staff were still cleaning up debris from a corner of the shop that had been blown up, and there were only Rui and Hancock in the shop.The old store manager turned on the TV tremblingly, and a piece of Manhattan news happened to be broadcast on it.

About the alien creature invasion war that almost destroyed the entire Manhattan.

"Despite some misunderstandings, there is no doubt that after this incident, he will become a hero in the hearts of the people of New York."

The content of the screen is all the monitoring of the battle that can be found in the Jarvis database. From the Avengers Building to the cosmic metal safety cabin, it lasted for an hour. The whole process of planning, and finally he chose to stay alone. When he finished chanting the series of spells, the screen trembled suddenly, and then it went dark, and the video ended.

The whole process looked like a special effects movie with a lot of money and a little bit of tragedy, ending with the death of superheroes and dark forces, and finally the host came out to make a concluding statement.

Hancock just stared at the screen for more than an hour, and he didn't look back until the screen cut back to the mutants and the residents of Manhattan rebuilding the city.

"This paragraph has been repeated in the news for the past few days. Allen likes it very much. Every time he pulls me from beginning to end, I can almost memorize the entire content of this video."

Saying so, Ray cut a piece of steak and stuffed it into his mouth.

At this time, the news host began to promote the idea that there should be no racial discrimination between ordinary people and mutants. His words were passionate and sincere, and he even burst into tears several times in the studio.

Because she was one of the nineteen survivors.

Rui couldn't help but find it funny, because a few months before this incident happened, he hadn't forgotten how these news media condemned mutants for harming ordinary people, and the protagonist of that incident and this incident seemed to be the same person.

The conflict between mutants and ordinary people has been going on for a long time. No one would have imagined that in just a few dozen hours, the gap between the two races could be almost eliminated.

Rui had a flash of inspiration, and suddenly felt that "although the conflict between them has lasted for decades, as long as the right method is mastered, it does not take much time to resolve this conflict" is a very good way to persuade Hancock to change his ways. Cutting point, just as he was about to speak, Hancock on the opposite side looked up at the TV again.

He called his name a few times, but Superman seemed so focused that he didn't hear.

Rui couldn't help turning his head to look.

That was the scene where the media went to the hospital to visit the Avenger with condolence gifts.

Although the entire team was ruthlessly stopped outside the door by Stark's mk42 and mk38, through the transparent glass on the door, the black-haired man lying inside could be vaguely seen.

His face was pale, he was wearing an oxygen inhaler, and countless medical tubes could be seen extending from the quilt covering him. He looked very weak, and he didn't look like he was going to wake up at all.

On the bedside table next to him was a pile of presents, fresh flowers, and delicate gift boxes.

Hancock didn't find the one he gave today, probably buried at the bottom of the gift pile.

The next moment, a blond woman and a man wearing a skull mask walked out of the ward at the same time, and drove the reporters away like flies. The man slapped the camera, and the radio station completely lost the picture connection.

Rui had no choice but to stop talking, and couldn't help asking curiously, "You seem to be particularly interested in this person?"

The handsome middle-aged man in a suit that made him unhappy at work watched TV, then looked at Hancock.

"You seem to only care about this person, not just this once. Do you know him? Are you friends?"

It wasn't until the picture on the TV completely disappeared that Hancock turned his face, listened carefully to Rui's words rarely, and nodded.

"Oh, the friendship between superheroes." Rui said with interest, "You are usually alone, and you never thought you would meet such a famous friend. How did you meet?"

Hancock said in a light tone: "I was arrested and sent to the research institute before. He locked me up and studied for a month, and then he got to know each other."

As he spoke, he pondered for a while with Rui's "wtf" expression on his face, and then said: "To be exact, it's only been ten days. It turns out he's an old bald man."

Ray almost spits out the steak in his mouth.

Out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of the old store manager at the counter next to him. The store manager had a calm expression that I didn't hear anything.

He felt that he probably didn't quite understand the friendship between these superpowers.

Just when Rui was struggling to swallow the food, Hancock said calmly with that expressionless expression, "I confessed to him."

Even the mood of the voice did not fluctuate.

"puff."

Ray sprayed all the steak out of his mouth in one gulp.

The old store manager on the counter coughed heavily, and stopped when Hancock looked over, with his hands folded on the counter like a primary school student listening to a class, with a calm expression again.

Rui asked tentatively, "He agreed?"

Hancock: "No."

Rui's expression relaxed, and he subconsciously said: "Compared to your previous two answers, this is much more normal. After all, I wouldn't choose to spend a whole day doing damage everywhere. Those with a bad reputation will die and have no sense of law. Rude and violent vagrants."

"Besides, you are still a bastard Superman, and he has become a superhero that everyone is looking forward to, even though he is still lying on the hospital bed."

After finishing speaking, Rui suddenly realized that the person in front of him was the unemployed vagrant who he said had a "bad reputation, extremely ignorant of the law, and was rude and violent at first sight". .

To his surprise, Hancock didn't take this passage to heart, or rather, his focus wasn't even on it at all.

Superman began to think about it.

After a while, he looked up at Rui.

"You said before that you could help me?"

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"Here is kbla radio station, FM 850 kHz, fifth day of prison observation, Hancock is still keeping his promise, meanwhile, the crime rate is still rising, according to the report of the city police department, the crime rate has increased unexpectedly in the past five days up 30% and Hancock is still serving his sentence."

The car radio was broadcasting the latest news, and a taxi was driving peacefully on the national highway from the border of Los Angeles to the first uninhabited area.

The female driver glanced at the rearview mirror and chatted, "Actually, that Superman doesn't look too bad, does he?"

The black-haired man in the back seat was stunned for a moment, and it took a while to realize that he was talking to himself. He subconsciously showed a gentle smile: "He is actually very righteous, but there is something wrong with the way he does things."

It was rare to find someone who agreed with her, and the female driver immediately started talking: "Yes! Hancock can scare them, although he is not very good, but he can complete the task. Without him, Los Angeles would have been a long time ago. It becomes a place full of gangsters and drug dealers, and—”

Speaking of which, the female driver was a little embarrassed and said: "Leaving aside his personality, he is still very sexy to most women and even men."

In the back seat, the black-haired man paused, and smiled helplessly: "Probably."

The taxi stopped at the gate of the first district, and the female driver enthusiastically said: "Going further = more than ten minutes will be the Los Angeles Prison. If I remember correctly, today is the day when family members are allowed to visit the prison."

"Thank you."

After paying the money, the black-haired man got out of the car. He moved very slowly and carefully, but his feet seemed to be injured. When he got out of the car, he staggered a bit. All exposed to sunlight.

The female driver froze.

"Sorry, you look familiar?"

He picked up the hat and put it back on, and said with a chuckle, "Maybe we've met somewhere."

After speaking, he turned around and walked into the prison.

The female driver stopped on the spot for a while, without thinking much, and drove the car to the city again.When she passed by the media building and saw the magnified face on the big screen and a row of inscriptions below, "No one would have thought that they saved the world", the female driver reacted abruptly.

It turned out to be him!

But what was he doing in the Los Angeles jail?

This is Hancock's fifth day in jail.

Through the wide-open prison doors, inmates can be seen meeting their relatives through the glass.

The guards in military uniforms were calling the shots in front. Behind the glass, more than 600 prisoners were sent back to the prison after meeting their families one after another.

Until now, there are only a dozen or so prisoners left in Ruoda's space.

Hancock sat in the corner, unlike the prisoners who were looking forward to the outside and trying to find their family members, he looked at the prisoners outside who were even kneeling on the ground and crying, expressionless.

"Falas, it seems that no one came to see you this year." A bald white man closest to Hancock said to the people next to him.

"Don't talk about me, you are the same." The long-haired and bearded prisoner curled his lips, "No one even wants to come to see you, and no one may know when you die in prison."

Hancock's eyes darkened.

He withdrew his gaze and looked at the ground, wondering what he was thinking.

When the visiting time was almost over, the jailer drove the prisoners back to the prison, and then came to Hancock and asked, "Is anyone coming? If there is no one, go back."

Hancock sat on the spot for a while before standing up, and the jailer took a few steps back calmly, making way for Hancock.

He turned around and walked towards the exit. After walking a few steps, he heard footsteps outside the door.

The man paused, then seemed to think of something, shook his head with some self-deprecating, and then continued to walk forward.

Until a familiar voice came from behind.

"Hancock!"

When Hancock turned his head, he saw Daize standing in front of the glass, smiling and waving to him.

The memory in my mind suddenly became confused.

The Siberia Research Institute, when they first met, was also separated by a layer of glass.

The researcher professor looked at him, the corners of his eyes curled into crescents.

"That's you, Hancock?"