[Zhongyingmei] The superheroes I bought in those years

That night.

Nights in Manhattan are much livelier than small towns in California.

Maybe meeting Peggy in the evening brought her a good mood, or maybe it was the case of the Kryptonians that increased her vigilance... Patricia did not go directly to Stark Tower as she had planned.

After all, after a broken relationship, there is always a Buddhist period when one does not want to charge forward, and conquering the earth also needs to be done slowly.

Patricia Udonta really likes Peggy. She likes beautiful women, but also likes handsome men, and even admires androgynous bisexuality.

She doesn't think there is much difference between these, and she likes it very much if it suits her mind.

There is very little talk of homosexuality in the universe.

——Races are different, maybe there is reproductive isolation between two "people" who look like humans, who cares about sex when they are so full?

It's just that most of the time, the bodies of men and women are more suitable, so the proportion is higher.

Patricia, who is broken in love, feels that life needs a little sense of ritual, such as going to a bar to get drunk.

She doesn't think that the wine of the earth has much effect-the wine of Asgard's Asgard is barely enough, and the corner of the earth is fine-but, for the sense of ceremony, she can pretend that she is drunk.

Stroll around and stop at the entrance of a bar called "Sister Margaret's Pub - A School for Rebellious Girls".

Even the signboard is a small iron sheet, the ceiling of the whole bar looks low and low, the inside is messy, small, but the atmosphere is very noisy.

Someone is playing pool, someone is counting money, someone is flirting.

Looks like something a mercenary would love, and so does Patricia.

The boss is a man with glasses who looks a bit like a mole. Behind him is a blackboard with a death game on it.

——The person with the highest bid happened to be the boss himself, and he pressed "Wade Wilson" to die next, with $200.

Nice atmosphere.Patricia thought, ordering an unopened glass of spirits.Reluctantly, it feels a bit like an interstellar black market, but it is too poor to bear to look directly at.

She kicked two men who were trying to strike up a conversation, and then just in time to see that "Wade Wilson" came to drink.

The other party looks a little handsome, but he is very decadent, and he seems to have a good relationship with the boss.

But think about the boss's gamble...

Emmmmm, plastic grass brotherhood.

……

A man and a woman looked at each other across a few chairs and a few stinky big men.

Patricia noticed that the man froze for a moment when he saw her face, but quickly took it back and continued talking to the boss, with a cynical expression and a little anxiety.

"Hey, you didn't go up to strike up a conversation?"

Boss Mole pushed his glasses and offered the wine glass to Wade.

"That girl is really upright, with hot makeup."

"Even though both of you were kicked off before, brother, I still really want to see you get kicked."

Wade Wilson looked up at him, and then glanced at his own name on the blackboard behind him, but didn't answer, but turned to another topic: "You're going to make a lot of money, remember to burn half of me."

"...how do you say it?" The boss turned to look at the game, and then turned back, "You finally made up your mind to go back to the furnace and rebuild?"

"Cancer." The mercenary's expression was still relaxed, but the red blood in his eyes showed that he was not calm, "advanced stage."

Boss Mole: "..."

He took back the original drink and handed the mercenary a handful of wheatgrass again: "Eat something healthy."

Wade: "..."

Patricia listened absent-mindedly with her keen hearing, quickly losing interest.

She sighed with emotion about the other party's plastic grass brotherhood, and took the mobile phone—a fake product made by an intelligent brain—to do her own thing.

She first hacked into the bank to get some dollars, and then hacked into the system of a subsidiary of the FBI, and from the various false identities they hoarded, she found one who happened to be called "Patricia" and replaced it.

The fake identity of the BAU team is perfectly disguised, without even a photo, it can be used directly like a model house with a bag.

Patricia is not very clear about the use of so many fake identities for this department, whose full name is "FBI Behavioral Analysis Unit (BAU)", and she doesn't care much.

Anyway, stealthily stealing one of so many documents and information is almost impossible to be discovered.

——Thanks to BAU, good people have a safe life!

After drinking and wandering the streets, whistling out of tune, Patricia thought cheerfully.

- although she will rule their home world soon :)

……

Influenced by collectors and Gao Tianzun, Patricia Udonta is a person who cannot stop curiosity and desire to explore when he is in a good mood.

The city of Manhattan is neither big nor small.

In any case, it is just a drop in the ocean for a universe that is easily calculated by a few light-years.

However, if you don't rely on transportation and rely on walking, Manhattan looks extremely prosperous and huge.

At this moment, by the fountain in Times Square.

The black-haired and red-eyed girl and the rock-solid Tibetan fox each held a matcha red bean-flavored ice cream cone and licked them slowly.

In the tote bag at her feet are a mountain of packages, from "Tony Stark's Favorite Donuts" to "[-]% off Fantastic Beasts Artisan Bakery New Arrivals"...

The food residue and aroma were mixed together, and the curly-haired cute passing by could not help but slurp their fingers, swallowing their saliva, and then was coaxed away by their mother, crying earth-shatteringly in the middle.

Patricia withdrew her tiger-toothed grimace, smiled and bit off the last bite of the crispy corner of the egg roll.

She hiccupped, and slowly swiped the "Manhattan attractions and eating, drinking and having fun" check-in on the phone screen.

"Broadway, Wall Street, Columbus Round... oh where should I go next?"

Sightseeing interests come and go quickly, the girl is bored, and with kryptonite in hand, there is no worries, the soul of trouble is ready to move.

"Ah...this..."

The white fingertips tapped a certain landmark.

A small bubble popped up on the screen, showing the brief introduction of the target location.

"Museum of Natural History - Exhibition on Prehistoric Themes".

……

A human society that has not yet stepped out of the universe and whose entire sphere of existence is still confined to the environment of the earth is undoubtedly backward.

But sometimes, being backward has the advantage of being backward, and being closed has the advantage of being closed.

Compared with the interstellar situation where "living things may die once they are exposed to the vacuum of the universe, and most of the dead things fall into wormholes and starburst belts and are completely annihilated", the young planet Earth at least retains all of her creations.

—Deceased and surviving.

——Those that were turned into ashes and could not be found, those that were buried in the soil and were dug out.

When Patricia wandered to the Natural History Museum, the hour and minute hands of the clock tower almost coincided at the same hour.

As a matter of course, the museum has long been closed and its doors locked.

But this doesn't bother the witty Xia Xia.

The index finger rested between the red lips, the tip of the tongue flicked, and a clear whistle came out.

Yaka's arrows, which had been suffocated since arriving on land and had no chance to dredge their muscles and bones, shot out like arrows off the string (...).

There were crisp and rapid serial crackling sounds and the whistling sound of electric current one after another.

In the dark museum, the remaining red arrow marks have not dissipated, and all the monitors and alarms are scrapped on the ceiling and corners, and a little electric spark explodes in the last breath, even the "dying alarm signal" before the damage issue.

Yakajian wandered around in and out of the building, retreated successfully, and flashed back to Patricia's waist to beg for a touch.

Fofo bared his teeth at it.

"Don't make trouble~"

The girl with scarlet eyes kicked open the door whose lock was broken, and knocked unconscious the two night security guards who came to check after hearing the sound, her movements were as fast as a gust of wind.

She moved her ten fingers and smiled: "Let Xia Xia find some new partners for you~"

……

Gloomy and cool.

In the hall of the museum, only the hazy moonlight from the window.

A pair of boots stepped on the black marble floor tiles, and the sound of footsteps echoed hollowly.

A handful of long black hair was vaguely reflected on the shiny mirror, which was carefully wiped by the cleaners before closing, and swayed slowly with the footsteps.

Curved, like a snake.

——If there is a top-down reverse shot here, it must be a good material for modern ghost films.

Patricia stretched her waist, lowered her hand to her waist, and skillfully pressed the play button and the tuning button.

After a rustle of tape running blank...

BGM: "There'saroadI'dliketotellyou (I want to tell you about that road)~"

The raised jaw slowly relaxed, bit by bit following the rhythm of the music.

"Aboutlivesinmyhometown (about me, about home)~"

Fafo, who was obsessed with facial paralysis and couldn't extricate himself, jumped down from her arms, touching the ground on all fours, stepping on the rhythm of a small old square dance.

"From rag sonuptorichesfifteenminutesyoucanfly~"

Patricia kicked the fat butt while it wasn't paying attention, pretending nothing happened, and turned around with the music on the spot.

Fofo: "..."

Ah... the music monkey sounds good...

Ah...human you...

Count... I'm so tired of fighting back...

Ah Buddha...

……

There was a rhythmic climax in the BGM.

At this time, one person, one fox and one arrow just walked to the first exhibition hall.

The skeleton of a prehistoric Tyrannosaurus rex is hung by a transparent thread, suspended in mid-air in a running posture on the ground.

Fofo, an old man dancing, squatted down in front of the skeleton and scratched his ears with his left leg.

The Tibetan fox raised its head, and its night vision ability enabled it to see Patricia's movements clearly in the darkness.

——it saw her reaching out and grabbing the sharp front claws of the Tyrannosaurus rex.

The white and cold bones are placed in the girl's soft palm, the contrast between decay and freshness, death and life is so shocking and clear.

A moment later, as if being scalded by fire, the sharp claws shrank sharply and scratched the skin of the girl's palm.

There was a tooth-piercing crackling sound.

"Crack, click, click...!"

The joint crackle started from the end of the keel and gradually spread to the whole body, from the ribs to the tip of the tail, from the spine to the fangs.

The transparent thread trembled in mid-air, wobbly, like strings being plucked after being stretched.

"Shh-!"

Tyrannosaurus Rex opened its teeth with terrifying bite force, flicked its neck wildly, and instantly bit off the thin threads all over its body.

The body as huge as a hill fell from mid-air and staggered to the ground.

From its "throat" came a strange, low moan, like a bellows bursting.

BGM: "Just slippin' on by on lsd Friday night!"

The rapid guitar accompaniment played a cheerful movement around Patricia's waist.

Amidst the music, the skeleton tilted its head and "looked" at Patricia with a sluggish body.

In the darkness, her scarlet pupils were like Styx lamps, and a wave of mysterious and mysterious energy surged towards the keel centered on her.

After a few moments of hesitation, the newly ignorant king took a few steps back and lowered his proud skull.

——I can't resist, and I don't want to resist.

……

"So nice."

Patricia smiled with satisfaction.

He lowered his head and gently kissed the forehead where the tyrannosaurus rex skeleton came in front of her to offer his allegiance.

"Wake up..."

It is a language with strange pronunciation and ancient rhythms, unlike any language family living on the earth.

"Wake up..."

As soon as the words fell, a cluster of silver-blue flames suddenly ignited in the long skull and hollow eye sockets of the Tyrannosaurus rex.

It seems that the undead, who has been dormant for hundreds of millions of years, has crossed the boundary between the underworld and the world, and returned to its bones and its hometown.

Patricia's tone was raised, noble and proud: "You will be my vanguard, and burn the flames of war..."

The words are endless... all of a sudden!

A boyish voice sounded from the ceiling, as if small bubbles biubiubiu exploded after spilling lemon-flavored sparkling water:

"Whoa what's going on? Night at the Museum? Hey lady, are you the new villain?"

OCD Patricia: "...Earth."

Brutely finished the last word.

Then she looked up at the person coming.

Red and blue bad-quality tights, round goggles, hanging upside down on the ceiling like an octopus.

...? ? ?

Odd species?

The author has something to say:

Xiaojiju: I'm just a poor kid...Q^Q

Sylvia next door: Take me across the dimensional wall [take out your wallet]

When I wrote the BGM of this chapter, I always felt like I was writing a small video of ghosts and animals at station b_(:зゝ∠)_