[Zhongyingmei] She is such a sand sculpture netizen

The party ends around 12:30.It was Mary who called off the party, and her reason was that women must fall asleep before 01:30, otherwise they will age quickly.Joanna and her colleagues in the newspaper office were not familiar enough, and now the only woman besides her was clamoring to leave first, so she found a bad excuse that she couldn't drink enough to express her separation.

The bar at midnight is originally a place for men who are looking forward to an affair.The presence of beautiful women often only makes pickup difficult.Several male colleagues gave each other a look and nodded in agreement without hesitation.

Joanna and Mary left the bar arm in arm.After leaving the gate of the bar, the two checked their respective addresses, and then broke up happily at the gate, and each called an online car-hailing car with the app.

Mary's car came first.Joanna saw her off, and leaned against the decorative railing outside the bar, playing 2048 while waiting for her online car-hailing car.

A gust of wind swished past Joanna.Joanna's untied hair was instantly blown against her cheek.She kept her game playing posture without moving, and after a while, she raised her head and looked around belatedly.

The expected person did not appear, only the slightly drunk latecomers who had just come out of the bar, and scattered sober passers-by on the sidewalk.

Joanna frowned in confusion.

illusion?

She shook her head and continued to play with her phone with her head down.

One minute later, the online car-hailing car arrived as scheduled.Joanna got into the car with sloppy steps and sat slumped in the back row.

After confirming Joanna's identity, the online car-hailing driver skillfully shifted gears, turned on the turning lights, and then let the car slowly get on the road.

The power of alcohol was always overwhelming on the taxi ride home.Joanna shrank in the back row and slowly closed her eyes.

But she didn't get a peaceful rest.She felt like she had just closed her eyes, or had closed them for less than 5 minutes, when a sudden slam on the brakes almost made her throw up in the back seat.

"What are you doing..."

"Jesus Christ! Did you see it?!" The driver yelled in panic as if he had seen a ghost.

Joanna looked ahead.There was nothing but wide streets ahead, and nothing worth braking.

Joanna held the back of the driver's seat with her hand, and asked in a low tone with her mouth drooping, "What are you looking at? The streets of Gotham?"

"No! That thing just now!"

"Things? Don't tell me to bump into someone." Joanna frowned and grabbed her satchel tightly.

There are many crimes in Gotham, and things like touching porcelain often happen.Unlike those in the United States where the surveillance network is underdeveloped and the economy is not prosperous enough to touch porcelain on remote rural roads, the people who touch porcelain in Gotham will really push an innocent person off the shoulder of the road, and then let a private car hit him in the middle of the night. other side.Most of the time, people will be killed. In a few cases, if the person who was hit is unlucky enough, he will witness with his own eyes that the real culprit who pushed him off the road shoulder rushed out and forcibly opened the car door, then destroyed the driving recorder, and then drove the car. die ta.Of course, those innocent people are just props for Pengci. They are usually homeless. Their identities cannot be found in the police population system, and the drivers will be threatened by "Pengci people" and hand over astronomical sums of money. "Compensation", otherwise they will be watched by "Pengci people" for a lifetime, if they dare to call the police. "Pengciren" will produce a lot of evidence to prove that the person was killed by the driver.As a result, drivers can be found guilty of self-defense.

Therefore, most of the time, the driver will choose to pay the money.At least... when the money is handed over, the "Pengci people" will temporarily let them go.If he's lucky, Batman will find the "Pinkers" and give them justice.Although... not everyone has the opportunity to get that justice.

Although Joanna has never done an online car-hailing business, she has heard a lot about these criminal methods from her colleagues in the newspaper office.After all, he is a journalist, no matter how bad the news is, there are always urban legends.

Joanna didn't want to involve herself in such troubles at all.Even though she has the confidence to get herself out of any predicament, that doesn't mean she has a "welcome" attitude towards adversity.

Joanna hugged her satchel, checked the door lock, and then sat down in the middle of the back row: "Tell me honestly, did you bump into someone? Did that person appear suddenly, or were you careless?" Hit it?"

"Jesus Christ! I didn't mean that! I didn't hit anyone!" The driver's face turned pale, and he quickly glanced back at Joanna, stretched out his hands, and made a "look at you" gesture, "I It’s about that thing just now! My God! Didn’t you see it?”

Joanna still maintained the posture of hugging her bag, then shook her head: "I was resting in the back just now, sorry, I don't know what you are referring to."

"Light! It's a light! Golden!"

Joanna frowned in embarrassment: "Are you ready to preach?"

The driver sighed, "Damn! I didn't mean that! I said something like lightning."

"Dropped from the sky?"

"No! It suddenly flashed by and went into the alley!"

Joanna looked at the dark alley in the direction the driver pointed.

"Sir, take my advice, don't be so curious all the time. Especially at night. God knows if it's human."

The driver shivered and swallowed his saliva: "Then...should we continue driving? I always feel that thing flashing across the road is trying to stop us."

While the two were talking, a car drove up from behind and flashed its high beams at them from a distance.

Joanna looked back at the car, then turned around and put her hand on the driver's shoulder and said, "Have you heard of it? If you are being chased, you don't need to run faster than the assailant, you just need to run faster." Just be faster than your companion."

The driver opened his eyes wide, looked at Joanna, and then at the approaching car behind him.He suddenly frowned, turned around and put into gear as fast as he could, and then stepped on the accelerator hard.The car flew out like a bullet fired from the chamber.

After Joanna stabilized her body, she turned around and looked backward again.She kept staring at the back, but until the car drove downstairs to her house, she didn't see the lightning-like thing in the driver's mouth.

After such a while, Joanna felt that she was almost sober from the wine.She stood downstairs in the apartment building, watched the online car-hailing car drive away, and observed carefully for a while.

It was quiet all around, only the sound of wind and insects could be heard faintly.

Joanna watched for a while, then turned and walked into the apartment.

As soon as she took a step, the phone rang.

The caller number was encrypted, and Joanna had no way of knowing who was on the other end of the call.But what she was most afraid of was talking to people, so she didn't refuse to answer, but pressed the answer button generously.

"Hello? Who is it?"

"Joanna, go back to your apartment immediately! I'll be there in 3 minutes."

Joanna raised her eyebrows and walked unhurriedly into the apartment building: "Hey! This is not a bat..."

beep--

Joanna paused, and angrily moved the phone away from her ear: "Damn! The Gotham vigilantes are amazing! Don't let me talk! Who the hell welcomes you!"

Joanna threw the phone into her bag and reached for the doorknob of the apartment building.

Before she had time to use her strength, Joanna only felt a strong force lifting herself up.She felt like a cat whose scruff was held by someone, and she had no other option but to be manipulated.

The strength was astonishing, and when Joanna regained consciousness again, she found herself standing across the street from the apartment.

When she turned around, she saw Pietro looking at her with a half-smile.

Before Joanna could ask him what he meant, she felt her fingers burning and hurting.As soon as she lowered her head, she saw that the nail cover of her index finger had turned up more than half, and the fingertip was dripping with blood.

"Sorry, I wanted to grab you before you raised your hand to pull the doorknob. But that guy got in the way. So..." Pietro pursed his lips, and there was no apologetic expression in his expression, "Your fingers hurt so much Count it on him."

After hearing this, Joanna looked in the direction indicated by Pietro's eyes.

A young man in a red uniform was raising his hands, facing them with a gesture of trying to persuade the criminals to put down their weapons.

The color of the uniform reminded Joanna of Tony's battle suit, but the style of the uniform was somewhat similar to Steve's suit.

"Please don't hurt her," said the young man pitifully.That tone was different from all the Avengers Joanna knew, whether it was the veterans Steve or Tony, or the Maximoffs who were about to disband their organization not long after joining the group, the Avengers in the Avengers. Everyone went to the battlefield with an attitude of "I am a werewolf". No one would persuade the enemy to treat the hostages with a soft tone like this young man.Bruce Banner doesn't count, because Hulk is always on the battlefield, not the good doctor who likes to persuade everyone to calm down.

"I don't know you at all. I hope you don't mess with me! I just want to talk to my friends, and you can go back to where you came from. Don't think about who is faster than me, I will If you are closer to her, even if you are faster than me, you can't save her. What's more, you are not as fast as me. "

The young man still raised his hands: "Don't be impulsive. You want to talk to your friend, at least let her deal with the wound."

A beam of light came on suddenly, followed by the friction sound caused by the sudden braking of the car, which tormented the eardrums.

The legend of Gotham got out of the expensive-looking car in his battle uniform, and said in a hoarse voice, "Let her go, Pietro Maximoff."

Pietro didn't answer, much to Joanna's surprise.

But soon, she figured out why Pietro didn't answer, because Wanda stepped out of the car, her fingertips glowing red.Joanna looked down, and Pietro's wrists and knees were also shining red light belonging to chaos magic.

It's over, brothers and sisters face each other.

It's not pretty at all.

Joanna thought this as she carefully broke free from Pietro's restraints.

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Try to finish it in October, I hope the little angels can collect more files.love you guys