[Comprehensive British and American] Backbones League

Are you here to help me or to mess with me?Peter was suspicious.

But he didn't say it.

The other party seemed to be very interested in what he was doing, and looked straight at Peter with a pair of beautiful eyes—the key was that the tear mole under his eyes was so beautiful.

Before Peter could figure out whether to let Salas get involved, he saw Salas change his face slightly, then grabbed him, and let his whole body down.

Salas held out his hand to him, beckoning him to give him something.

Peter understood, and handed the extra monitor in his hand to Salas—even though Salas was dressed like a pure soldier now, he was not stage fright at all when operating these high-tech props.

Then the two of them saw from the picture received by Peter's mobile phone that the new teacher they hadn't found just now was downstairs in the dormitory again - accompanied by a taller man.

They had something in their hands, like a gun, but a very old-fashioned gun.

In any case, the presence of a weapon in a teacher's hand immediately aroused Peter's vigilance.

Having a weapon means that he may be aggressive, and being aggressive means that he may hurt others.

The school is full of students, even Gotham students are vulnerable and need protection.

Peter couldn't imagine what a teacher with a weapon would do in school, and what purpose he brought the weapon to school.

"Shhh—" Salas put his hand on Peter's shoulder, stopping his body that was about to move, "Don't move."

"He has a weapon in his hand." Peter replied in a low voice.

"It's just an old-fashioned pistol." Salas replied reassuringly, "The weapon in his hand may not be as good as the students here."

Peter: "..."

Peter: "That's not okay. Students need to be protected and shouldn't be involved in dangerous things."

"Superhero thinking." Salas laughed.

Peter turned back to stare at him. Ever since Salas backed down just now, Peter has become more courageous for no reason.

Salas spread his hands, expressing his indifference to Peter's glance.

Peter turned his attention back to the two people below. He carefully thought about what their purpose was and why they came to Gotham.

But investigating cases is not what he is good at. He looked for a long time and found no information, only saw the two people stop halfway, and then drew something in a concealment.

"They should be looking for something." While Peter was still observing, he suddenly heard the person behind him say, he turned around and blushed.

At some point, Salas sneaked up behind Peter, and when Peter turned around, he happened to bump into the opponent's hard chest muscles - why is the magician in such a good shape this time?

Not only did Peter blush, but his nose was red too--bumped.

He held his nose and raised his head to look at Salas, his eyes were red.

Salas didn't like this body at first, because this body had a "talent" that he didn't like--the quotation marks were put in because Salas thought it was not a talent, it should be called a curse, that is, the luck is relatively low .

In other words, bad luck.

But now he feels that he has chosen a good body this time. Putting aside such mysterious and mysterious things as luck, the height and shape of this body satisfy him.

Although there is not much difference in height from his last one, but in terms of figure, he is much more oppressive than the last one—at least Peter was very satisfied with the shock and envy subconsciously revealed when he bumped into him. .

"What's the matter, it hurts?" Salas bent down a little, and leaned close to Peter's ear, "Excuse me?"

The ending sound rose slightly, passing by Peter's ears lightly, causing his body to tremble slightly.

Peter subconsciously covered his ears, avoiding Salas' gaze in a panic.

He turned his head to look at Salas again, but Salas' eyes had turned to the direction of the new teacher, with a straight face, as if nothing had happened.

"These two people should be looking for something." Salas said softly, "Hunting. There are some runes engraved on the guns. Besides the guns, they seem to be holding salt in their hands... It seems that your new teacher's The identity is very mysterious."

Peter nodded subconsciously, then immediately realized the trap in this sentence, and quickly added: "This is not my teacher."

He had to correct Salas' statement, which was clearly a trap for him.

Salas shrugged, noncommittal to his words.

Of course he knew that Peter would never admit that he was a student at the school, but that didn't mean that Salas wouldn't want to tease him with that.

Seeing the teasing effect, Salas expressed his satisfaction.

Peter tugged at his wrist, indicating that he could continue talking. He looked at the other person with confidence, as if he had figured out everything about the new teacher.

Who knew that Salas tilted his head and said innocently, "It's gone?"

"No more?" Peter repeated habitually.

Then I saw Salas blinking at him, and then said: "It's gone now, but it doesn't mean it will be gone later."

Peter looked at him in bewilderment and didn't understand what he meant for a moment, but in the next second he saw Salas make a movement that almost stopped his heartbeat——

Salas stepped on the edge of the roof and turned to face Peter: "Don't you want to know what they do?"

Peter nodded instinctively, and in the next second, he saw two guns in Salas' hands, one red and one yellow.

red long.The gun is held behind the back, and the yellow one is short.The gun drew a beautiful arc in his hand.

With the point of the gun pointing to the ground, he lowered his head slightly, like an ancient warrior: "Then I'll let you know what they do."

He was in a good mood and didn't mind solving a small trouble for Peter.

In the next second, he jumped out of the rooftop with his back on his back.

Under the moonlight, he looked like a fish jumping out of the water, his body bent slightly, forming a beautiful arc.

He held two handfuls, one red and one yellow.The gun also trembled slightly with the movement of his body, and then was thrown forcefully the next second.

The people below didn't see him, and they didn't wake up until they felt the sudden killing intent. They didn't raise their heads, almost relying on the instinct of fighting for many years, they quickly rolled in a circle on the ground, and then escaped smoothly. attack.

The gun plunged into the ground, and Salas landed on the ground, right in front of the gun he had just thrown.

He reached out and took the gun.body, with a slight force, the gun was pulled out from the ground.

Their movement was too great, and it was impossible for no one to notice their battle at this time.

But the people of Gotham are not fools. The more they get to this time, the more they will choose to stay quietly in a safe corner and never participate.

No one rushes outside when a super power is fighting, Gotham people are always so sensible.

The two people attacked by him, Dean and his brother Sam, looked at the man who fell from the sky with shocked eyes. They couldn't remember when they became enemies with such a person, so they couldn't help asking: "You Who is it? Why are you stopping me?"

These few sentences every time, everyone likes to ask who are you?Why are you doing this?It's as if knowing them is enough.

But how can there be so many whys in this world?

If you don't want to do it, then do it.

Salas felt bored, and most people in this world were bored.

He knew that with Peter's character, he must be secretly observing, carefully checking, and wishing to know the other party thoroughly before deciding whether it was an enemy or a friend—whether it was an enemy or a friend, wouldn't you know it after a fight?

Besides, whether Peter is friend or foe, he is an enemy to Salas.

He lifted the yellow gun to his chest and placed it horizontally. This gun called the Yellow Rose that must be destroyed is one of the two weapons belonging to his body. The other is a red gun, which is used to destroy demons red rose.

These two guns have different properties and abilities.

He laughed softly: "Is it important who I am? If it is important, I will tell you that I am not who I am, I just want to stop you. I have this ability, so I did it."

He narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at each other like a beast.