The king of solo row [Comprehensive British and American]

The weather in the Metropolis seems to be cursed.

Many people on Twitter slammed the completely inaccurate weather forecast, because the forecast was completely sunny today, but the rain has been lingering all day long.

It was still raining at night, and the Ferrari was passing through the crowded traffic. A layer of warm fog appeared on the glass of the car, rendering the blurry neon lights outside even more blurred. window.

When they got off the car, the bodyguard had already raised the umbrella outside, and the two of them came to the entrance of the resplendent hotel arm in arm.

As a girl who grew up in a small town, Arya was extremely unfamiliar with this kind of high society gathering.

However, it's just a dinner party with a lot of big names, not a dance or a social place where people reveal their true colors, so just don't act like you've never seen the world.

Harry had a bit of a headache—

The person next to him is really eye-catching.

After Master Osborne entered the arena, countless gazes shot from all directions one after another, all of which fell on the face of the black-haired girl. Many of these so-called well-informed, rich and powerful people couldn't hide the astonishment on their faces. She looks like a junior high school student who has never seen a beautiful girl.

Look, the face of the third-tier star next to Bruce Wayne is almost swollen, save it, some people prefer other ways of making money, even if she could rely on her face to make a living.

Harry really had never experienced such a thing, so he complained uncharacteristically in his heart.

For the first time, he was jealous of the same sex and even a little bit of the opposite sex. Generally speaking, the object of other people's jealousy was his female partner, but now it was completely reversed.

"Before Luther came over," Harry looked at the young entrepreneur who was talking with someone not far away. The latter was wearing an unrefined suit, dancing and talking, and his fluffy and curly blond hair was shaking slightly. "You should get down to business."

Arya imagined the scene of herself frantically playing with her phone while Luther came over—

"……you're right."

It happened that someone passed by here. The boy was holding a cup of ice cream at the reception, with colorful candy bars on top of the vanilla ball and sprinkled with chocolate. out of sight.

Arya immediately seized the opportunity and stepped forward and asked, "Sir, can you tell me where there is a cold drink?"

Harry behind him: "..."

"—Huh?" The green-eyed boy with black curly hair froze for a moment, and replied in English with an Italian accent: "I'll take you there, ma'am."

"Thank you," she whispered as she approached, "I always thought your accent was nice."

Harry: "..."

God, it's so earthy, she must have never been to such a place.

Master Osborne almost hid his face and went away.

However, that young boy seemed to like this kind of thing very much, or even if this way of striking up a conversation was very crude, it would always be useful to replace it with such a frighteningly beautiful girl.

——Bruce Wayne is still staring at her now, that actor's face is almost like an eggplant.

At this time, Arya was already acquainted with Rambo.

The two of them are exactly the same age, and they can talk about many topics, especially when it comes to food.

The Italian boy listened to the introduction of the Metropolitan restaurant with great interest, but his expression was always lazy and half asleep. Talking about this made him feel more refreshed.

Arya took the milkshake from the waiter, "So why did you come to America, if this question can be answered?"

She grabbed the glass with one hand and took out her phone with the other to activate the interface. Thousands of slender filaments of light spewed out, splitting the entire hall like countless light blades in an instant, and the rest of the light in the next second They disappeared one after another, leaving only the one that synchronized with her vision, which was tightly connected to Luther's body.

"It's nothing," Lanbo shrugged, and pointed with the small spoon in his hand, "Tsuna...Judaime came to meet the Avengers. Before the time came, that person invited us first."

Both of them were looking at Lex Luthor, the blond young man had a sharp side face and a big smile, his eyes always seemed to be hiding some crazy secret, but upon closer inspection, it seemed that it was just the enthusiasm of the host.

He seemed to ask about Harry's female companion, who gestured this way with a polite smile.

When Lex turned his head, he happened to see two black-haired minors leaning together, one holding a milkshake and the other ice cream, chatting intimately and passionately.

"Are you... Rambo Povino?" Arya recalled the pronunciation just now, "Vongola's Guardians of Thunder? Wow, I've heard of you, I mean, seeing is believing. "

——Although these positions are really a bit of secondary school, it seems like a setting in some hot-blooded boy manga, but they are all superpowers with real combat effectiveness.

She understood the silent gazes of those people. What they were afraid of was not only the power of the world's top mafia families, but also the power tempered by these people from the bloody storm.

"Yes," the young Pengilei nodded nonchalantly, "Which family are you in?"

As soon as Luther turned around, Arya continued to lower her head to operate the phone, "I like to work alone."

"Watch Dogs 2" brings not only the ability to hack into and operate other devices on the surface, or just transform a magical mobile phone, but there is also a lot of related knowledge behind it, which enters her in a strange way. mind -

Arya skillfully entered the node and scanned the system. The activated security system and the ports to be cracked are clearly displayed, and the hacking program that comes with the game operates quickly.

She entered the command to copy the file with one hand, and carefully cleaned up her access traces after the progress bar was full.

Lan Bo bit a colorful candy bar, and said casually: "That man saw you for the fifth time, is he your enemy?"

"Huh?" Arya put away her phone, "Forget about Luthor, don't you know Bruce Wayne? And, we are not enemies, he might—"

In fact, he didn't stare at him all the time, but just looked at it a few times inadvertently.

He may have recognized himself.

Arya thought uncertainly, after all, the last time they met, the elevator was fine, but the breakfast was terrible. Mr. Wayne almost lost [-] million yuan, and he was controlled by the purple man——

This kind of thing should be very bad for people like them.

Gotham's richest man noticed the little girl's gaze, and raised his glass in a smart gesture.

It was hard for him to perfectly integrate frivolity and grace, so the latter nodded reservedly.

They were flirting with each other from a long distance, and many people around them noticed it.

"Maybe he just likes it," Arya said, biting her straw, glancing back when she heard footsteps behind her. "Good evening."

"Good evening," Mr. Reporter looked at her with a strange expression, his blue eyes behind the black-rimmed glasses were full of complex writing, "... Estelia."

The mafia next to him laughed, "Stars?"

"Don't worry about that," Arya didn't like to be called that by others, otherwise she wouldn't have another name she likes, her eyes flicked across the press card, "So...?"

Clark noticed that the other party had a good conversation with Pengelei. The young man looked half asleep and never paid him any attention. Obviously, this is not a sign of welcome to join the conversation, "...you are hurt ?"

"Did I get hurt?" Arya repeated, "A demon scratched my face more than once, thank you for your concern, everything is resolved now."

"..."

Of course, how could she not have the ability to heal herself.

This can make people feel better, but in essence, Superman still feels terrible about what happened this morning, especially the bullshit news, even though he knows that the other party may not be a good person in the usual sense, However, she didn't do anything bad, and saved an innocent little girl from the followers of Tenjin——

It's just that the method is a little more straightforward, but from his point of view, he may not agree with the other party's behavior style, but he can't say that she did something wrong.

Otherwise, how would she save a little girl who almost became a sacrifice and had her stomach ripped open.

"I think... your editor-in-chief should have given you a task, Mr. Kent." The dark-haired girl said kindly, but she was clearly urging him to leave the conversation, "Unless it's interviewing me, of course that's unlikely. "

"Not necessarily, they have always favored superheroes."

Clarke said so, recalling that the editor asked him to seize every opportunity to interview those Italian mafia, it made his stomach hurt to think about it, not that he was afraid, but those questions were too sharp, although Tsunayoshi Sawada He seems to have a good temper—as a member of the Justice League, he has come into contact with this young godfather, and the latter is indeed very good-tempered, but his subordinates cannot tolerate the leader being offended like that. The expression on the face of the prisoner Mr. It hasn't been good, obviously wanting to drop a bomb in his face.

Arya looked at him strangely, "Everyone here could be a superhero, but it's definitely not me."

Her attitude is actually not very uncommon, but it is always a bit strange for a 17-year-old girl to be so resistant to the camera and gaining fame.

"Why are you so resistant?"

The girl looked at him in surprise, "Are you really interviewing me?"

"...Do you hate reporters?" Clark was not sure about this, but the other party did not hide his disgust, "Maybe you can consider this a personal matter."

"God," Arya murmured silently, turning to Rumble, "I really want to get out of here."

The Italian boy was amused by her, and took her hand, "Come with me."

Lan Bo dragged her through the small half of the hall, and many people on the way stared at him, and then turned their eyes away, obviously out of curiosity and fear of his identity.

This place is extremely quiet. Except for the host of the banquet who has just left, the others even stay away. A few men in formal suits are sitting in the middle of the sofa talking. Familiarity, not like a boss and subordinates, but more like a close friend.

"This is Alia, my friend!" The young Lei Shou lazily introduced to everyone.

Arya opened her eyes slightly, "I'm Astoria Blackness, Mr. Sawada... It's an honor to meet you. By the way, just call me Arya."

"Hi, Alia, I'm Tsunayoshi Sawada," the brown-haired young man stood up and held out his hand to her, "It's nice to meet you, too."

Arya was a little surprised that his voice was so gentle, and he didn't really look like those characters who are used to killing and fighting, but——

As the leader of Pengo Lie, a direct descendant of the first generation, a big man with infinite wealth and great power, from himself to the subordinates around him, they are all existences with extraordinary fighting power, so those around them who know their identities well, can Will show that look.

As a mixed-race Japanese, Tsunayoshi Sawada's face is much softer than that of Italians, but he is still handsome and charming. His eyes are clear but with some kind of power, like a peaceful and vast sky, with an amazing aura. The field is masked by tolerance and moderation.

Not long ago, Arya was holding a laptop in the hotel and looking at their colleagues, and the messy numbers in her mind were all arranged in groups, which made her feel a little guilty.

——What All27 is all a lie!

After Judaime stood up, it was impossible for the guardians around him to sit down. Ranmori, who was as handsome as a male model, got up first. He had short silver-gray hair, a deep and expressive face, but his temperament was like that of his colleagues next to him. The same calm, most of the eyes fell on the leader, "It's a pleasure to meet you, ma'am."

The girl nodded slightly, realizing that the fan's crazily touted appearance was not a joke. Although Hibari Kyouya and Rokudoku were not present today, they certainly didn't seem like people who would attend such an occasion. , "Mr. Prison Temple."

"...Have you finished talking with that person? Are you leaving?" Lan Bo was a little reluctant, as if he suddenly became less sleepy, "By the way, Arya, do you want to try our family's ten-year rocket— —”

Before the words were finished, Hayato Gokuji and Takeshi Yamamoto held the boy's shoulders at the same time, preventing him from reaching out to touch his head.

Arya: "..."

Let’s not mention what a ten-year rocket is, but why did he touch his head? ?Is his four-dimensional space in his head? ? ?

Apparently the kid said something that made them nervous, and before Arya could think about what it was, someone behind him interrupted, "I think you'll have a chance to meet."

The two guardians let go, but Lan Bo frowned, "Reborn! You—"

Arya turned to the world-class killer behind her, "Mr. Reborn."

The brim of the hat was pulled down very low, the sideburns were curly and handsome, the face of southern Europe style, the eye sockets were deep, half hidden under the eyelash feathers, the eyes were deep and unfathomable, and there was a green chameleon lying on his hand, "What? When did you become my subordinate?"

This person actually knew that she was bluffing and defrauding him in his name. Arya was a little confused, "Uh...that's, to express my admiration."

She simply took out the ring and handed it to Tsunayoshi Sawada, "Sir, not long ago, I thought it belonged to one of your traitors."

As if he wanted to take it over, Sawada Tsunayoshi raised his hand slightly, took it in his hand and looked at it himself, the surface of the ring touched by his fingertips was covered with a green mist, and he glanced at his best friend in his youth and his current subordinate And friends, "Balian's illusionist is Fran's subordinate, isn't he in the United States?"

Although Alia didn't know who it was, the implication of the other's words was obvious, that is, is the person in charge dead? Why can this kind of traitor be allowed to live until he is killed by someone outside the family?

Prison Temple obviously knew what was going on, and when he mentioned this, he wished he could kill those two people with his own hands. He lowered his voice and said in Japanese, "He and Belphegor went to Los Angeles first—"

Pengelie Judaimu was silent: "...they have been playing in Disney until now?"

"..."

"How about we go and see?"

"...As long as you want to go, of course we have no problem."

Arya only understood two place names, but she felt that she had guessed what happened, so she could only hold back her laughter.

"Thank you, Arya, I'm sorry for causing you trouble," Tsunayoshi Sawada apologized with a headache, and crushed the hard metal ring casually, "I am also responsible for what happened, if there is anything we can help you place, just open your mouth."

"No, it's nothing," Arya said bluntly, trying to sound serious, "I also spent the money I found in their room, I hope it wasn't...not costing you guys or anything. "

"Of course not," the young godfather smiled, realizing that the other party didn't want to take advantage of this matter, or that he didn't need it for the time being, "Then, Arya, we are leaving, if you have something else, you can Come to me or anyone here anytime."

The guardians nodded to her one after another, Lan Bo patted her on the shoulder, "Next time I will show you our family's ten-year rocket—"

He was then dragged away by colleagues.

Arya: "..."

So what the hell is that?

The girl turned around, "Mr. Sawada and the others are gone, do you want to stay here?"

"I'm not his subordinate." Reborn stretched out his hand and slightly raised the brim of his hat, looking down at her condescendingly, "Your task has also been completed, why haven't you left yet?"

Arya was about to say that she didn't have a mission, but suddenly realized that this might be a trap, she paused slightly, "That's right, since I've given you the ring, it looks like I'm really fine."

Arya said bluntly, then turned and walked out of the hall.

She walked through the corridor to the rooftop. The tall buildings of the metropolis stood in the night rain, and the glass walls of countless buildings were brightly lit. The bright lights converged into an ocean, making the gloomy night sky a little warmer.

Arya suddenly remembered the day she had risen from the dumpster and fled in panic after the murder.

The situation and the scene are the same, except that the temperature has dropped a lot, and the biting cold wind blows the rain and falls on the naked shoulders. This kind of coldness like severe winter is not very lethal now.

She sighed and took out her phone. Before she could open the task interface, a figure suddenly appeared in her peripheral vision.

The black-haired man was tall and thin. He stood on the other side of the roof, standing in the bleak rainy night. He was pale and elegant, and his beautiful eyes were green and cold, like new spring leaves clustered in frost, hail and snow.

In the next second, a cold light suddenly pierced the darkness.

The sharp dagger tore through the air and cut towards the throat. If he was a little slower, the blood would be spattered three feet.

The girl raised her hand calmly. The heavy sword with golden glow seemed to be as light as a feather in her palm. She grabbed the sword and blocked it casually——

The impact of the invisible force suddenly erupted horizontally. Amidst a burst of explosions, the glass of the hotel was shattered by the air waves, smashing all the way from one end to the other.

The short blade in the opponent's hand was also shattered.

Arya shouldered the sword unhurriedly. She knew that this was a blind spot for surveillance. No matter which camera she looked at, "...good evening?"

Loki, the well-known evil god of the nine worlds, the owner of the Jotunheim throne and the second prince of Asgard, looked at her quietly for a while.

Under the waiting gaze of the other party, he asked slowly: "How old are you?"

Arya: "...???"

The author has something to say: How do two mages greet each other when they meet-of course they use knives/swords at each other.

Yes, I am in Wunao Su 270, although OOC but fearless (with confidence.

However, the home of this article is still Chaoying, and the anime characters are cutscenes. If you haven’t seen it, don’t mind w

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