[Comprehensive British and American] Will the golden boy fall in love with the women's clothing

Not being able to get through to Randall's phone was enough to panic Dick.Especially after Randall went in for nearly an hour and there was no movement at the scene, the anxiety in Dick's heart became more and more serious.

Ye Yi casually knocked down the people in the alleyway who didn't know what they were doing—there were many such people near 66th Street—in his communicator, the call to the past was still a cold electronic tone, telling him that the phone number had been deleted. shutdown.

Dick looked irritated, bent down and grabbed the clothes to lift the person under his feet. The other person was beaten with nosebleeds and tears, his lips were trembling, and his eyes were full of fear: "Yes, I'm sorry... please let me go, I..."

Don't think that Dick is the most tempered in their family now, so that he is not serious.Batman has been fighting criminals with fear for many years. Threats and intimidation are commonplace. It is their usual method to beat people until they can’t walk without killing them. Dick has been fascinated by it. A striker was merciful.This is why human rights agencies always make things difficult for the group of 'vigilantes', and the police occasionally criticize them.

"Trafficking?" Dick, who had been used to wearing a voice changer for a few days ago, had a low and hoarse voice, and the person in his hands trembled again.

"I, I just, collect money to do things..."

It's the case that the second team is investigating.Domino's eyes narrowed slightly behind the blindfold, Ye Yi clicked his lips, and neatly tied the hands and feet of the person in his hands and his accomplices with rope.

Ye Yi tried his best to calmly say to the two shivering girls hiding in the corner, "If you don't have a mobile phone, use the nearby public phone to call the police, and don't come near here at night."

The two fifteen or sixteen-year-old girls hugged each other and nodded hurriedly. The gratitude for the rest of their lives and the long-suppressed sobs finally came out. Ye Yi took out a pack of tissues and threw them into their arms. After the claw gun, the black and blue figure disappeared in front of the girls.

He had to go in and see.Ye Yi looked down at the display screen on his wrist, and Randall's coordinates were still there without any movement - that's right, he put a tracker on Randall, if it wasn't for the fact that the other party was a trained ex-X Men, Dick even wanted to put one that could listen in. Of course, considering that it was easier to be found, he finally stopped.

Although from a legal point of view, this seriously violated other people's privacy, but he was Ye Yi, the first Robin!Not to mention that now, he still has the tracker left by the old bat on his body-at least this thing is still useful now, isn't it?

Regardless of whether he figured out what this speakeasy full of mutants was for, he could only stop the plan he had made at the beginning and change it to something simpler and cruder.

Ye Yi leaned against the wall and took a deep breath. After nightfall, there was no one around here. There were only two big men walking around at the door.He clenched his double stick tightly, closed his eyes and counted silently for three seconds.

It doesn't matter whether it's a big bird bar or a mutant party entertainment place, let's talk about it first.

In the speakeasy.

It is not an embarrassing thing for Randall to be called his wife in person by a big man. He has seen this kind of scene a lot during his live broadcast.

The embarrassing thing is - these mutants proposed to play his video on the spot, but this opinion was actually agreed by all the mutants in the audience.

This is outrageous!

Of course, Randall also guessed that they had bad intentions. The little chubby bird man lowered his head and whispered something in their ears. Several mutants smiled, and Frank raised his eyes and glanced at him.

Well, the surrounding air froze again. If he could only feel other people's emotions before, now with his mutant ability gradually increasing, he has become able to read the air. This doesn't sound like a good idea. Words seem a bit humble, and at the same time it is not good news, because it means that Randall is about to lose control of his abilities.

"I guess I should go back..." Randall said.

Frank smiled. He should have heard what the little chubby birdman said, with a fake smile on his face, his eyes were cold, "Why are you in such a hurry? You haven't bought me a drink yet."

He said like a poisonous snake hissing and spitting out snake apricots in people's ears, "Anyway, you are already a mutant, and you should have a good relationship with your friends."

"..." Randall just wanted to get up, when the tall mutant who had been standing in the shadows appeared behind him again, and his broad and powerful hand pushed Randall back.

Frank raised his hand and snapped his fingers. The female mutant on the stage stopped singing, and quickly put away the microphone, pulled up the red curtain at the back, turned off the sound system, and stopped the dazzling lights from flying around. The screen on the mobile phone can be projected onto the red curtain.

It seems that they really regard this place as a base, this is not a place for foreign business at all, it is just a place for the mutants to have fun and exchange information.But at this moment, Randall's attention is not on this, but on the mutant behind him.

This tall mutant has a sense of oppression, and looks like he is looking down when he looks down, but there is no such chaotic energy in his body, and neither does Frank... They are normal, born mutants, at least , aren't they crazy enough?

A few natural mutants lead most of the acquired mutants, taking them like a captive private army to a place where they don't often come into contact with ordinary people-this sounds like a very forbidden content, whether it is From the perspective of bloody violence or from other aspects, it is very wrong.

Randall calculated in his mind how sure he was in defeating the people behind him, how far he had to let go of his abilities, and how he could subdue everyone without letting Frank escape and successfully wait until Police from BCPD?

You must know that it is almost two o'clock in the morning, and the police station does not have so many night shift employees, and he does not have too many negative emotions accumulated in his body. There are at least forty people on the scene, some are easy to fight, but some He can't see through the opponent's strength.

Although Randall can guarantee that he can still breathe in the end, injuries are inevitable. The severity of the injuries depends on their anger and whether they are used to the use of power.

The video of 'Beauty Crying Godzilla with Bare Hands' started to play on the screen, and everyone's attention was drawn there. Noisy human voices and ambient sounds came out from the stereo mixing box. Someone in the video was exclaiming, and people outside the video Whistling for the brief appearance of the pretty blonde at the beginning.

Randall raised his hand to touch the hand on his shoulder. The tall man looked at him vigilantly, and saw Randall raised his head and smiled at him, with a narrow smile in his blue eyes. It was dark and dark in the speakeasy.Before the tall mutant could say anything, an indescribable emotion and feeling suddenly spread from his chest, and the bone-eating pain made him curl up unbearably. The sound of the ventilation equipment in the bar was swallowed up, and Randall controlled his strength to pinch the opponent's back of the neck. There was a nerve line in the spine. With just the right amount of force, pinching in that position could make a person unconscious for a short time.

Human beings have four basic emotions, joy, anger, sorrow, and joy, and there are 27 other emotions derived from them. Pain is only one of them, but this 'pain' is completely different from ordinary pain. This pain is Destroying people mentally rather than physically, it's not like the pain you feel after being hurt, but the pain you feel when your hopes are dashed and something important is lost.

"Stop him!" Frank roared, and the mutants quickly reacted and stretched out their claws to stop Randall. And the powerful power, and have not really learned how to use them proficiently.Randall easily grabbed their arms and gave them an over-the-shoulder fall with floor-shattering force that made them lie on the ground moaning for a long time, unable to get up.

The bird man who recognized him from the beginning rushed towards him, and Randall found that the feathers on the other party's arms really couldn't make them fly, but those feathers could fly by themselves, like a tracking bullet Follow Randall.

Help, which direction is the exit from?

While running, Randall kicked down a few mutants whose speed and reaction were not up to standard, the white arrow feathers 'swish' past his ears, and stuck in the wooden wine cabinet in front of him. Staggering, he pulled himself out|out from the inside.

"You can fight if you want, but don't mess with my face!"

Damn, underestimated them.Randall was followed by a pile of arrow feathers, and the birdman watched him laughing wantonly from a distance, as if watching animals in a circus.Randall lowered his head to dodge, an arrow feather went straight through a glass wine bottle, and the remaining half bottle of whiskey exploded in front of his eyes, glass shards streaked across his cheeks, pulling a small The mouth of the mouth, the wine all spilled on the clothes.

Randall felt the cold wound on his face and the pungent feeling. He turned over the bar with his hands, squatted down, and heard the sound of the arrow feathers being confiscated, and a series of 'clicking' into the wooden board due to inertia , he picked up the ice chisel on the countertop, the short and unsuitable weapon collapsed after a few moments of support, Randall raised his hand, and threw the wooden handle out, which was quite heavy The artificial synthetic wood flipped in the air, and finally the half-truncated stainless steel precisely hit Frank's forehead in the middle, and the gray-green-eyed mutant passed out without even groaning.

"Sorry!" Shouldn't he be crushed to death?Randall yelled, but the other party couldn't respond to him now, and this move also angered the remaining mutants.

Think about it: one person, alone, with his bare hands, knocked out half of the mutants present. If this kind of thing gets out, how can others laugh at them?

So fire, ice, poisonous liquid... all the mutant abilities that can be summoned greeted Randall.

The projection in the center of the stage is still playing the video of Randall in a loop. Randall outside the video is seriously using all the physical skills he has learned, whether it is an uppercut or a backspin kick. Mutants are obviously rougher and thicker than those who are still lying on the ground moaning. There are also.

"I've said it all—" Randall turned his head, and an arrow feather grazed the tip of his nose and flew into the red curtain behind him. The nameless anger grew stronger, and he knew that he was in a situation where some kind of power was about to be broken. out of the edge, but he really couldn't help it, "—don't hurt my face!"

He is a person who relies on his face to make a living. How can a beauty anchor make money after hurting his face? !

A powerful force centered on him, generating violent air waves that spread out in all directions. The invisible force penetrated the bodies of those mutants and knocked them to the ground.This is Randall's anger, but at this moment, the fire of anger is not only burning in his body, but also transmitted to the surrounding mutants because of his uncontrollable power.

Randall had a splitting headache, and being forced to let go of his senses to accept everything made him realize how everyone present felt at this moment.His chest was churning, and when his eyes went dark, he fell backwards and fell headlong into the curtain.

No, he has to get out of here.

Randall breathed hastily, and his hypoxic brain was thinking about how to leave. The front door was blocked and he couldn't get out. The mutants would recover after a few tens of seconds...

here is?

A thick red curtain covered his front. He propped himself up from the ground and looked sideways. This seemed to be the backstage, and there was a staff passageway.Randall stood up staggeringly, feeling his ears humming, his internal organs seemed to be congested and rolling, he walked all the way inside while supporting the wall.

There is a door, but it's not the back door, it's the toilet.He was dizzy, struggling to get rid of other complicated emotions in his mind.

Randall slammed the toilet door behind him, rushed to the sink and spat out a mouthful of blood with a 'wow' sound. He hung his head and wiped the blood from his mouth with the back of his hand.

How did things become like this?Randall thought, staring at himself in the mirror.

Accidentally pushed myself into a corner.

If he waits to go out and fight with them again, there is still a 40.00% chance of escaping, provided that he can control his damn ability well now, those abilities to absorb other people's emotions around him make him unbearable Unfortunately, looking in the mirror, he shook his head nervously like a patient with a mental disorder.There is another way.Randall looked at the vent above the toilet. Underground building vents always lead to the ground. Randall was eager to figure out how to remove this thing, but there wasn't even a mop nearby—they were How do you clean up?Use mutant ability?

Randall's fighting style has been a combination of mind control and physical skills for most of the time. He has a brutal and powerful physical skills teacher. At the same time, Professor Charles has also taught him the most suitable and detailed method of using mental abilities. , but none of them taught him how a psychic melee mage could destroy a functioning vent with his bare hands.

If I'm not out in 30 seconds, they should be in.Randall thought weakly, his chest was still hurting, and his shoulders and back were also sore.

But to his surprise, more than a minute passed, and no one came.Randall turned on the faucet and wiped his face, and washed the open wounds with clean water. The burning pain made him take a breath, and he was a little awake. His hearing was slowly recovering. He seemed to hear something coming from outside. Cries of pain from several people.

What's the matter, are they fighting among themselves?

Randall thought this way, but the voice outside gradually weakened.Until there is no more sound, only the non-stop loop playback can be heard.

Randall froze for a moment, not understanding what happened outside, whether he should go out now or not.At this moment, the door of the toilet was suddenly kicked hard, the useless door lock flew out and hit the wall, the door was kicked open, Randall's heart jumped, his body was in the brain Before turning around, he had already subconsciously attacked, but this time the knife in his hand was caught before he hit the opponent, and Randall widened his eyes to see the person in front of him clearly, "...Ye, Yeyi ?”

The person in front of him was wearing the blue-black tights, and the bright blue bird-wing-shaped logo stretched out from his chest. He was holding a double stick in one hand, and there was still a little bit of blood on the stick.

"Why are you here?" Randall finally breathed a sigh of relief, his tense nerves relaxed, he leaned against the door, supporting his precarious body, his vision began to become blurred, dark and dizzy for a while.

Dick looked at the young man in front of him, his beautiful face was cut into four or five slits, his blue eyes became a little dull, and his head hung limply.

They actually scratched Randa's face? !Dick suddenly felt that those few blows just now weren't hard enough, but he couldn't show it. He was Nightwing now, not Dick Grayson.

Dick didn't answer his question, but gave Randall a hand, "Are you okay, do you need me to call an ambulance?"

Randall waved his hand. Although his body was shaking, he still stood firm. "Call the police for me and handcuff those people outside... I remember you don't kill people, right? Are they still alive?"

"I just knocked them out," Nightwing said.

"Okay," Randall had no strength, but still asked him curiously, "By the way, I want to ask, what happened to your throat? It was very young two days ago."

It's not that I'm afraid of being heard out when I meet acquaintances.Dick helped him out and said helplessly, "Because I used a voice changer."

"...Why use a voice changer?" Randall's brain became confused, fatigue and pain surged up at the same time, he didn't know what he was talking about, it might be some useless nonsense, but his body's subconscious Tell him he has to keep himself sane by constant conversation and he can't fall asleep yet.

"You have a lot of problems," Dick said, pushing him down on the clean sofa and squatting in front of him, "Don't come to this kind of place alone next time, if you have friends or uh...partners, You have to tell me, if I didn't just pass by today, you would be finished, you know?"

"You talk a lot of nonsense." Randall frowned, his eyes closed uncontrollably, but he continued to speak unforgivingly, not knowing why Yewing gave him a strange sense of familiarity.

Dick sighed and stuffed Randall's cell phone back into his hand. He called the police before he came in, "The people from the police station will be here soon. I have confirmed that these people have fallen into a coma and tied them up Now, take a break, hold your phone and don't lose it... There are so many people in the address book, why don't you make a call to ask for help in advance? Stupid."

Randall curled his lips, "You're the stupid one, and the stupid one is the vigilante..."

Dick ruffled his hair. He had heard the Patrol and was about to leave.

But when he pulled his hand away, he was grabbed by Randall. The young man closed his eyes, frowned, and his expression was very disturbed, but he still grabbed his hand and whispered: "...Thank you."

Dick's heart softened for a moment, he squeezed his fingers, put his hand back on his chest, and said softly, "Only fools will come to save you."

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