After buying the earth [Comprehensive British and American]

Hilda swore she really didn't know what was going on.

Why is it just to eat something casually, and a bunch of people are filled with righteous indignation crying and crying for her?

Hilda sat there, speechless for a while: "...Did you misunderstand something? I just find something to eat at random. The hamburger is quite delicious. I used to eat it when I was begging—"

"What?" The woman was shocked, "Have you ever begged??"

"?" Hilda felt something was wrong with the current situation, "No... who are you? What are you talking about? Did I hinder anyone by sitting and eating?"

"We are the ones saved by you." The woman landed on one knee and looked at her. She stared deeply at Hilda, as if she wanted to engrave this face into her heart, but after a while, her eyelashes closed Trembling, as if she couldn't continue to look at Hilda in such a posture, she lowered her eyes and her voice was hoarse.

"It's not fair..." she murmured, "It's so unfair. You are obviously the hero who saved the world. We have all seen how you returned to the battlefield regardless of your own safety, and how you faced the most difficult situation. The key enemy who turned the whole battle situation around—” Her voice gradually increased from low to high, and every word contained deep resentment, which was very provocative, “But! You are not standing there to accept the honor—” You were supposed to stand among the superheroes and share the glory and gratitude with them, but now, you are sitting in this remote corner..."

She didn't go on, but the words had achieved the desired effect. Behind her, the crowd had started to make noise, and everyone was staring at Hilda. It seemed that she had been greatly wronged and was a person who needed to hide Poor little one in the corner.

Poor little Hilda: ? ? ? WTF? ?

She stood up and looked down at the tearful woman: "Who are you?"

"My name is Vanessa, Vanessa Griffin." She hurriedly stood up and gently embraced her son, "Thank you for saving me and my son."

The movement here attracted several reporters who came a little later.Like sharks smelling blood, they squeezed in excitedly: "Hi, lady, may I ask what you are doing here?"

"We want justice for the hero who saved us," a man preemptively replied, "—she heroically destroyed the alien lair and saved New York, but she didn't get the respect she deserved!"

Hilda: "..." She backed away silently, trying to blend into the crowd again, and then slipped away without a sound.

The reporter was a little surprised: "...But isn't it Superman who destroyed the alien lair and saved New York?"

"What?!" The man opened his mouth, but found that someone called out what he wanted to say a step faster than him.

Hilda had just slipped into the crowd, and before she could get out, she heard what the reporter said—Superman, save New York, these two key words were rounded up to "Superman stole her limelight again", although she didn't really care about the limelight that much, But being robbed by the Kryptonians is not enough!

She was immediately blown up, almost didn't jump up, turned around decisively and squeezed back angrily.

The reporter looked at the girl struggling to get out of the crowd in surprise, and heard her say to him dissatisfied: "Who said that Superman saved New York? Did Superman say it himself? He still has no shame!"

"..." The reporter blinked, "He didn't say it himself, but...everyone saw it. When the cloud exploded, only Superman was closest to it..."

"That's because your eyesight is bad," Hilda rolled her eyes, "There are so many people flying in the sky, and you can only see Superman in bright colors! Don't other people exist in your eyes? At that time, steel The hero is also on it!"

The reporter was amused: "But, whether it is Superman or Iron Man who saved New York, it has nothing to do with you. Are you also a superhero?" He moved his eyes down and glanced at the brown paper with half a hamburger in Hilda's hand Bag, "...Hamburger Man?" As he spoke, he laughed consciously and humorously.

Hilda: "...?"

Hilda's supporters: "...?"

She stared at the reporter, shoved half a hamburger aside, and rolled up her sleeves to teach him how to behave, but the people standing around her were even more angry than that, they crowded in front of her and grabbed the reporter's collar first— —

"Wait, wait!" The reporter begged for mercy, "Don't do this! I'm sorry! I'm just joking, I really don't mean anything else, calm down! Take a deep breath, take a deep breath bro - that's right , That's it, let me down, I will continue to interview your heroes!"

He was put down.

So he tidied up his clothes and turned the microphone to Hilda: "...excuse me, are you a superhero?"

"What are you kidding," she replied, the urge to fight the Kryptonian made her head twitch to admit what she had done, "I'm not a superhero, and I don't plan to join a superhero team in the future—besides, who Said that only superheroes can save the earth? I’m just an ordinary citizen, can’t ordinary people save the earth?”

The reporter thought this sounded too funny: "Uh...but, as we all know, only superheroes can deal with this kind of aliens with super high force value... Oh no, to be precise, only people with super powers can do it , Ordinary people can't resist a blow from aliens at all." He had a flash of inspiration, and looked at Hilda tentatively, "...Are you a superpower?"

"Of course!" Before Hilda could answer, someone behind her couldn't hold back anymore, "Isn't it obvious!"

Hilda: "..."

She took a breath, and did not avoid the camera: "Yes, I am indeed a mutant with superpowers."

"Mutants!" someone whispered.

"But that's not the point," Hilda said. "The point is that it was me, not Superman, who defeated those aliens with a crucial blow."

The reporter nodded: "Wow, what an unexpected news."

"Yes," she folded her arms, "I didn't intend to say it, but who knew that the Kryptonians were so shameless that they took other people's achievements as their own?"

"Hmm," the reporter said perfunctorily, "I see. We will definitely report the truth truthfully. Thank you very much for your cooperation—are you a local resident of New York?"

"No," said Hilda, calmly, "I'm from Gotham."

The reporter paused.

"So, are you really planning to report this news?" the cameraman couldn't help asking the reporter.

"How is it possible!" He rolled his eyes, "This is ridiculous, the mutant girl saved New York? No one would believe this kind of nonsense - look at her figure, Superman can press her to death with one finger, Come on - I bet that woman has some kind of fantasy, maybe she's not even a mutant, she's just figuring it all out, there's a lot of these guys in NYC doing unrealistic daydreams all day long Meng, and will also find a group of extras to accompany him in the show... What a lunatic."

"So the interview just now is invalid?"

"Of course!" The reporter replied, "Superman has too many fans, and it will definitely arouse their complaints and anger—if she can break a real news, look at what she said ? A Gotham mutant who overtook Superman and saved New York? And accused Superman of taking credit for her? But no normal person would believe such a thing.”

The cameraman hesitated: "However, it is said that someone did take a picture of Superman holding another girl when he landed."

"I saw it too," the reporter waved his hand, "Now the media is guessing who that lucky girl is—I think it's probably just an ordinary person who was rescued. Has anyone taken a picture of that girl? "

"No." The cameraman said, "It's strange to say that the figure of the girl in the photos is always blurred, and no one can recognize it at all."

"It's a pity," the reporter shrugged and couldn't help sighing, "If we can get the girl's identity and then interview her, it will definitely become a big news-you know, this is after Superman saved New York What about the first girl rescued! My intuition as a reporter tells me that their relationship must not be simple!"

The cameraman sighed and seemed to regret it too.

"Now, we can only do post-war interviews," the reporter shook his head. "If we're lucky, we might meet Tony Stark. Let's go brother, I hope God can bless us today."

Hilda kicked a soda can on the side of the road and watched it draw an arc in the air and land on the edge of the trash can at the corner of the alley. A black cat jumped out of the trash can in fright and landed on the ground. On the ground, it "meowed" and looked at Hilda vigilantly, just in time to meet her gaze.

This is a black cat, which almost blends with the darkness in the shadows, only the pair of blue eyes are exceptionally clear, like blue gems floating in the air, staring at Hilda closely.

She suddenly felt that the cat looked familiar...

She squatted down, broke off a piece of hamburger and placed it on the ground, silently luring the black cat.

The cat moved its nose and took a tentative step. Seeing that Hilda didn't respond, it moved forward slowly, its tail swayed slightly, and it bowed its body and walked towards Hilda on guard.

Hilda deliberately didn't look at it, but the cat really relaxed a bit, getting closer and closer to the burger, and finally got close to the burger, watching Hilda while sniffing.

Hilda curled her lips silently, but the next second, her cell phone rang suddenly. The black cat was startled, picked up the hamburger, turned and ran back to the alley.

Hilda: "..."

She took out her mobile phone with some displeasure, and wanted to see who was so annoying, but she called at this time.

—It's Bruce.