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

"Don't show such an expression," Randall gently curled the corners of his mouth. Most of the time, he remained polite to women. "Of course I know you want to see him."

Selene's face sank, and she was no longer full of jokes like when she saw Randall coming up just now.

"You don't think I can't see it? If someone looks at my boyfriend like that, I certainly don't want him to come over."

"you……"

Selene was taken aback, her eyes widening in disbelief.

"Why cooperate with Hydra?"

Randall put away the joke, stared at her and asked, "You are obviously their victim too, aren't you?"

The woman was sitting on a swivel chair, which happened to be the station she was assigned to after she came to GCPD.The computer screen was on, and some numbers that Randall couldn't understand jumped on it. According to his previous experience and the knowledge he got from the movie, he was probably hacking into some system.

Selene looked over with that kind of complicated gaze, the gray eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of shadows, and said in a low voice: "I don't care where you heard the gossip, but I have never been a victim. By."

She raised her chin and put on a lonely posture: "You will stand here, and you should have guessed that I am just using them. That base...you have already been there."

"I brought Lula back."

Randall stared into her eyes, "She told me something... from the past."

The humble human life in the mud, blood and death, experiments, transformations, pain, explosions... those bits and pieces of the past that he accidentally glimpsed in the depths of the little girl's memory reappeared in his mind.

After being blessed by the goddess Luna, the mutant ability seemed to be humming because of the familiar energy in front of him. Randall only felt that starting from his fingertips, it seemed that all the blood began to boil, and he rushed towards Sebastian in a cheering gesture. Rene.

The white porcelain cup fell off her fingertips and hit the ground. Dark brown liquid splashed from the broken porcelain and stained her long skirt, as if she had just flowed through mud.

But Selene didn't respond, and suddenly froze.

The memory in the brain was uncontrollably transmitted to Selene through an invisible weak connection, and that humiliating and humble memory reappeared before Selene's eyes.

It was as if she wanted to tear apart the mask she had disguised bit by bit.

Yeah, why is she teaming up with Hydra?After she has gone through so many inhuman|human experiments, after she has experienced so much pain and despair, why on earth does she still cooperate with Hydra?

Such a question, in fact, Selene asked herself many times.In those silent nights, behind the cold glass of the interrogation room of the police station, in front of the criminals explaining their mistakes...

Humans have bad qualities, these things are hidden in human genes, after hundreds of years of replacement and selection, the bad things have long been buried deep in the bones.

Because good people don't always live long.

It is insensitivity, cold-blooded onlookers, blind conformity, greed and selfishness that created the current society, her childhood, and the life of this woman named 'Selene'.

"What do you understand?" Selene came back to her senses, gritted her teeth, and clenched her fingers into fists, "You just saw it, but can you understand?!"

She stood up, and her red stilettos stepped into the broken porcelain, leaving only this crisp sound in the quiet space.

Selene touched her waist with her fingers, pulled out the pistol that was pinned there, replaced the clip, changed the safety catch, and loaded the gun in front of Randall, aiming at the muzzle of the black hole Randall's brow.

Randall smiled, as if he wasn't the one facing the gun|muzzle.

"So you want to start a war? You feel that no one in this world can understand you and hate ordinary people... Do you know? The last person who had such an idea and put it into action is still with us Playing chess with Professor Xavier at school."

"Magneto... yes, you're right, he gave up," Selene said, "but I'm not him, I don't want to be a saint, I won't let go of those deep hatreds, human beings owe me You have to return it too!"

"Well, I agree with part of your point of view. It seems that we are the same kind of people," Randall sighed. "If my brother is not dead, I should be able to chat with you."

He bent his eyes and walked a few steps forward. Under the warm-colored chandelier, his bright blue eyes seemed to be a cluster of burning flames—until his chest hit the muzzle of the gun, and he pulled it hard again. Pressing the muzzle of the gun tighter, when meeting Selene's somewhat surprised gaze, she lowered her eyes, sweeping down her slender and thick eyelashes, her smile barely reaching her eyes, like an exquisite dummy.

"It is true to say that there is grievance and revenge, but what about those who have nothing to do with you and died because of your own selfish desires? You can openly trample on their lives and trample on human bones. Start your career?"

Randall leaned over and held the barrel of the pistol, with the reflection of another person printed in his pupils, and said word by word: "Who do you think you are?"

"What qualifications do you have to judge the life and death of others?"

Behind him, at the bottom of the long stairs, the controlled mutants stopped and looked up at the same time.

"From two years ago to this month, excluding the kidnapped people in the laboratory, a total of [-] accidental death cases were reported to the Bludhaven Police Station. half of it."

Randall stared at Selene's pale face, "I read every copy, and every corpse was examined."

"Can you understand their pain before they died?"

Randall whispered in her ear, as if he was holding the woman in his arms.

The muzzle of the gun was propped more forcefully on his chest, and the uneven and cold outline could be felt through the thin clothes. His other hand wrapped around Selene's back a few centimeters away, and he gave a low laugh.

"I've collected all of them, don't you want to experience it?"

Selene's body stiffened.

In the past few years, she has met many people, whether facing criminals during interrogation, or lobbying all parties with Hydra, she has seen the timid, the upright, and the crazy and fierce, but I have never seen a few people as desperate as Randall.

"...Aren't you afraid of me shooting?" Selene asked him.

"open it."

Randall laughed, "If you think you can kill me before I kill you, shoot."

Selene's lips trembled, her finger was on the trigger, and she was a little undecided for a moment, hesitating for this overly arrogant statement.

The clown, the clown is a lunatic. When Selene told him that he wanted to turn the entire city into mutants, the clown laughed and clapped his hands and said that the plan was good. At that time, there was a strange light in the other party's eyes. Cruel and exciting... He didn't care about the lives of those living people at all, he only cared about whether it was interesting or not.

And now, the person standing in front of her is also a lunatic.

Unexpectedly, she had been blinded by this overly delicate face for so long before.

"...Little lunatic." This is a complete little lunatic.

"We are each other."

Selene laughed out loud, the corners of her bright red mouth raised upwards, with a desperate ruthlessness, "So... you sent Dick away and came here alone, just to make me give up?"

Randall looked at her and raised his eyebrows, "I don't have this habit. If you really want to do that, just ask Dick to come over. Maybe you've stopped by now... Although I don't want to be a bad person, But he’s not a good guy either.”

As the saying goes, if you have not seen the darkness, don't persuade people to go to the light.He wouldn't do such an unsightly folly.

"After all, according to your logic, we have a grievance and a debtor." Randall said gently.

Selene's intuition screamed danger in her mind, a sudden chill made her grit her teeth, and her eyes met Randall's bright blue pupils, which were obviously beautiful like glass beads, but it was Selene Nirvana subconsciously squeezed the trigger.

The less trouble, the better.Now that it has been confirmed that her ability cannot work on Randall, although she also possesses Luna's godhead and has the same ability as Lula from the root, she really cannot control it like controlling the minds of those mutants. Randall.

If you shoot directly, the bullet will definitely pass through Randall's heart... In short, this unstable factor must be completely eliminated before the feeling of anxiety comes.

Selene's fingers pressed hard, the trigger was pulled, the barrel retracted, and the smell of gunpowder burst out.

Time was elongated at that moment, sparks could be seen splashing out like slow motion, the flowing wind, the clock on the wall, and Selene's frowning expression all froze at this moment.

"You should know that we cannot participate in the struggle between humans, right?"

A lazy voice suddenly came from above his head.

Randall blinked his eyes twice, let go of the hand holding the barrel of the gun calmly, stepped back from the position against the muzzle of the gun, glanced at the frozen expression of the woman in front of him, then raised his head and smiled He looked at the one floating in mid-air - the demon, and waved at it.

The demon named 'Crowley' was still wearing his classic black suit and black sunglasses that he didn't recognize his relatives. He was propping his chin listlessly, and the pair of black wings behind him were flapping slowly.

"You can't say that," Randall said obediently, "You were the first to tell me about the 'Children of the Stars'. She is abusing the power of 'Luna'. This is no longer just a relationship between humans." fight? I made a special phone call to inquire about Lucifer."

"..." The devil chose not to accept this, unwilling to talk to the boss above him who thought it was right.

"If I come to play a step, maybe you will die."

Crowley looked at the gun in Selene's hand, then at Randall.

"Well...not really," Randall said briskly, "As long as the barrel of this type of pistol is jammed and the mouth of the gun is blocked, it will not be able to fire bullets. At most it is... bad luck , take some damage from the explosion."

"Human beings are really insidious." The devil sighed.

"Otherwise, how can you say that bad guys live a long time?" Randall smiled, "I still want to go out with my boyfriend, and I won't die so soon."

These words sound a bit despicable, but after all, the listener is a demon, bad enough and evil enough, and he forgets Randall's speech after hearing it.

"So you've made up your mind?" Crowley raised an eyebrow.

"I won't call Lucifer if I don't make a decision."

Randall rolled his eyes.You must know that it is not a simple matter to secretly contact Lucifer without telling Dick.

"Okay, okay, let's make it quick," Crowley muttered, "I'm going back to New York."

Randall took out the heavy piece of iron, and the heavy metal slowly floated into the air from his hand, and a long trident, almost as tall as a man, appeared in Crowley's hand .

"You really found the last piece."

Crowley reached out and fished out the iron piece, as if attracted by some magnet, the iron piece automatically attached to the trident, making up for the last flaw.

The jet-black trident trembled suddenly in the air, emitting a burst of dazzling light. When Randall opened his eyes again, the 'Lucifer's Trident' had turned into a shiny golden body.

Slightly incompatible with that demon, Randall couldn't help but think of those myths describing Lucifer, the Lord of Hell seemed to have been a seraph before falling into the sky.

"Haven't seen this in years, it's still just as ugly."

Crowley curled his lips, and reluctantly grasped the trident, as if secretly complaining about his boss's aesthetics, "...I'd better give it to the blue devil quickly."

Time loosened when Crowley touched the trident, everything in the world started to run again in an orderly manner, the hands on the clock dial crossed 12, and the green plants outside the window made the rustling sound of being blown by the wind and rain.

When the pistol exploded, there was a dull explosion, and Selene flicked her hand, throwing the pistol out.

"Wait for you……"

She looked at Randall not far away in surprise, as if wondering why this person had moved from her eyes to another location in an instant.

"There's a debt to pay," Randall said to her, "You killed my brother, and I'll have you apologize to him yourself—but, well, he doesn't have to be in hell. Right?"

"Not many people can go to heaven now."

Selene didn't realize Crowley's presence until he spoke, "Mutants or..."

The pair of wide black wings made her eyes constrict, and an unbelievable thought emerged from the bottom of her heart.

The snake eyes behind Crowley's sunglasses stared at the woman, and he lightly pressed his fingers on the long handle of the trident. There were concave and convex reliefs engraved there, most of which were forbidden spells left over from the age of gods.

"...Here, the sentence is pronounced."

He said, "You are guilty."

It seemed that there was an invisible bell ringing, and the heavy clang came from a distant place.

The air was torn apart and turned into a twisted vortex, which appeared behind Selene. Black flames overflowed from the edge, and the flames swayed wildly.

Selene couldn't even move her feet, and that 'you're guilty' sounded like an iron into her soul.

The flames turned into arms, old and young, thick and thin, perhaps those who died because of her, just wrapped around Selene's arms and body forcefully, and dragged her into hell mercilessly.

Randall looked at her silently, and the passage between hell and the world was briefly opened before his eyes.

His face was expressionless, unusually cold, and his golden eyelashes trembled slightly.

Hell is the gathering place of all evils, scorching fire, full of resentment and fear, his ability is most used to receiving this kind of pain, the nerves in his brain beat him, warning him that he is now at the limit, which makes him Almost reflexively closed his eyes——

But no.

He wants to see Selene doomed with his own eyes.

The woman's painful and ferocious expression and those red ominous lights remained on his retina.

The channel is closed.

"Work done! Bye."

Crowley didn't hold back, took the trident and ran away. Before leaving, he said to Randall, "In this way, there is no mutual debt between us. Oh, this 'we' just refers to Lucifer."

He touched his chin, and moved closer, "But you, maybe you do have the talent to be a Satanist?"

"..." Randall opened the corner of his mouth, "Goodbye."

After Selene disappeared, the power controlling the mutants also disappeared. The mutants on the street suddenly came to their senses, looking at the unfamiliar environment around them in horror and fear.

Randall looked back at them, turned around and walked back to the iron prison in front, releasing all the police officers who were locked inside.

"It's all right."

Randall whispered to them.

The man who was loosened thanked him in a low voice, looked at his pale face, and asked hesitantly if he needed to take a rest.

Randall froze for a moment, then shook his head, turned and walked away.

He had lost the communicator a long time ago. When he walked out of the police station, the rain hadn't stopped, and thunder rumbled from the distant sky.

He stood there in a daze, and it was only at this time that exhaustion slowly emerged from his body, devouring his limbs one by one, and the feeling of exhaustion spread to the brain along with the nerve endings.

There was a voice in the rain, as if someone was calling him, distant, familiar, and soft.

A few seconds later, a slightly cool embrace hugged him, and the rainwater lingered with a faint woody aroma and a little bloody smell.

"Landa, great! You're all right!"

Dick's arms tightened, pulling him into a hug.

"I..." Randall slowly raised his hand, put it lightly on Dick's back, buried his head in Dick's neck, and said muffledly, "Sorry."

"Um--"

He buried himself in Dick's arms and took a deep breath, as if it would drive away all the tiredness and weakness.

He seemed to hear someone reading the Bible, in his ear—

I have finished the good fight, and the journey I should have walked.I have kept the way to keep, and henceforth there is laid up for me the crown of righteousness. *

Dick ruffled his hair, his voice soft and calm, and a sense of warmth and comfort enveloped him.

His boyfriend kissed him on the forehead.

"You've done a great job."

The author has something to say: this is the end of the text, thank you bosses for your company!

Landa is indeed not a very good person. If you observe it, you can find that most of his actions in the article are for the purpose of 'finding the truth'.