[Comprehensive British and American] Hero part-time super villain

After a day of observation, Fast has basically figured out the distribution of the hull.

Elson lived alone in the luxury suite on the top floor of the ship, and his breakfast, lunch and dinner were all delivered by gang members.

Occasionally Elson would call a member or two of the Hog's Knife Gang to his room.

Fast guessed they were being told to do something.

The entire second floor is the residential floor for tourists. There are single rooms and multi-person rooms, but without exception, the odd-numbered rooms are all thugs from the Pig-headed Knife Gang.

This makes it easier for them to distinguish gang members from ordinary tourists in order to deal with emergencies, which can be said to be very shrewd.

The next floor is the deck floor, which is also the restaurant in addition to the deck swimming pool.

The next two floors are the entertainment floor, an empty ballroom and bowling room, exercise area and cinema.

Then there's the staff quarters, which house the ship's stewards, circus troupe and orchestra—all those who serve the ship.

The lowest floor is naturally the warehouse floor where tourists store their luggage, so it is obvious that the smuggled goods of the pig head knife gang are also placed in the warehouse.

There were tourists' luggage as a cover for their contraband, and Fast couldn't think of a reason why the Hog Knife Gang wouldn't do it.

An extra insurance is always good.

Fast observed secretly, and there were two security guards guarding the warehouse door in front of the warehouse.

The tall, dark-skinned bodyguard with a fierce face was obviously "one of our own".

They are viciously wary of every tourist trying to check their bags.

Many tourists who were frightened reported this to the supervisor of the cruise ship, and they were all persuaded by the supervisor to ensure the safety of their belongings and some apology gifts.

It is even more impossible for the waiter to enter the warehouse.

Fortunately, there are many ways to go in Fast's head.

For dinner in the evening, Fast, who was wearing a uniform issued by a servant and a white apron, pushed the dining car to the front of the warehouse.

"This is today's dinner." Fast handed the food on the dining car to the two. "Carrot and corn chowder and small steaks."

The two security guards exchanged glances, and they asked vigilantly: "We have been informed that we will go to the restaurant for dinner after the shift."

Faster suddenly showed embarrassment, he pushed down his glasses unnaturally, his mouth trembled slightly, and he said in a low voice: "I don't know, I counted the names on the task column and there are only two of you If there is no catering, I think the chef of the restaurant forgot about it."

There was a flash of understanding in the eyes of the security guard. The waiter thought it was the chef who forgot to prepare their dinner. He wanted to use the opportunity of delivering the food to the supervisor to claim credit.

is it really like this?

Will the two hog-headed knife gang thugs believe Fast's story?Of course not, they raised their feet and kicked open the cabinet under the dining car.

The one-person locker under the dining car contained nothing but a few handkerchiefs, a spare plate, and a bottle of detergent.

"Mr.. Sir? Is there anything?" Fast asked in a blank and innocent tone, with some tension in his voice that was frightened by the actions of the two.

Seeing that Fast was not the assailant they thought, the two security guards looked relaxed. They looked at Fast's buttocks outlined by suit pants when he bent to close the cabinet door.

"Get out, before we hit your little ass with a stick." One of the thugs said to Fast in a vulgar and obscene sentence, and another security guard laughed sharply in response.

Fast paused, his eyes covered by the naturally hanging hair narrowed slightly, and a dangerous light flashed.

He looked up, but there was nothing, he kept an awkward and hasty smile and pushed the dining car away as if fleeing.

The security watched Faster's back and laughed loudly. Their sharp laughter echoed throughout the corridor. Suddenly, a security guard's laughter stopped abruptly. He rubbed his eyes and stared at Faster's back with an expression of disbelief. .

The black-haired and thin waiter is pushing the dining cart, which looks normal, but under the bright incandescent light, the shadow of the dining cart casts on the ground on one side, but there is no shadow that a person should have.

Seeing that his companion stopped the action with him, his expression changed, and the other security guard also stopped laughing.

He asked his companion solemnly, "What's wrong?"

"Look at the waiter, he doesn't seem to have a shadow." The companion said hesitantly, it was because he knew how unbelievable what he said, that's why he hesitated so much.

Hearing these words, he immediately stared carefully at the ground behind Faster's back. Some distance away, there was indeed a black and twisted mass following Faster's thing on the ground.

That was obviously Fast's shadow. He turned his head and saw that his companion who was still in Fast's shadow just now also saw the shadow on the ground.

"You read it wrong, isn't there a shadow here?" He patted his companion on the shoulder. "Is it because you're too tired? Let's have a drink during your shift later."

"Well, it should be." The security guard quickly convinced himself.

After all, he also knows that this kind of thing is almost impossible to happen, so how can someone have no shadow?Not ghosts.

But this matter still affected their mood, and what the sea breeze seemed to bring was no longer refreshing and cool, but salty and biting chill.

Afterwards, they didn't chat and joke any more, they just went about their work quietly.

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At night, in a quiet warehouse.

A pool of black shadows suddenly appeared on the ground, and Fast's figure slowly emerged from the shadows on the ground.

Fast stepped out of the range of the shadow, and he had already replaced the red and black attendant uniform.

He was wearing a black high-necked tights and camouflage pants, a pair of military boots on his feet, and a black windbreaker that reached to his ankles. He was wearing a hood, and the electronic mask provided by the system was on his face.

'Nightmare' could only teleport him or where it had been, so he made a trip to the warehouse door under the guise of delivering food, when in fact the attention of two security guards was on his food truck.

Nightmare has already entered the warehouse through the crack of the door.

Fast holds the probe—

The simple detector he made himself consists of some materials that react with the materials used in the military industry and an electronic recording board.

Speaking of which, he tried asking the system for probes.

But since Fast told the system that he would pursue love, that is, Superman Clark Kent, the system never appeared in front of Fast again, and no longer responded to Fast.

Behaving like a temper tantrum, there is a superman but no system, there is a system but no superman.

Fast will not coax a system that knows no purpose, good or bad.

This has also led to the fact that all the props of Fast's actions must be entirely on his own.

But Fast hadn't used much of what the system provided, except for the CIA certificate used to test the system and the mask that appeared unexpectedly.

He doesn't depend on the system any more than he depends on anyone.

He was connected to the system for some reason, and Fast's life was in the hands of the system, but Fast didn't know what the system wanted.

This is why Fast has always been suspicious and wary of the system.

Fast quickly found an area in the warehouse where the Zhutou Knife Gang specially stored smuggled goods.

Because there was no one in the warehouse, there was no surveillance in the warehouse, and the area where the smuggled goods of the Pig Knife Gang were stored was at the innermost level, Faster didn't have to worry about his footsteps being heard.

That's why Fast didn't even lower the sound of his footsteps, and moved around the warehouse holding up the detector.

'Click——'

Fast paused and turned his toes. He stared vigilantly at the direction where the sound came from, and moved slowly towards that direction, suppressing the sound of his steps and breathing. There were several stacked iron boxes over there.

No sound can happen without reason, unless there are organs.. or living things.

Faster is more inclined to be a living creature than a mechanism.

Because Fast has some knowledge of the types of organs, such as access denial devices (EDD), welcome pedals (bear traps), invisible poisonous poisons, and the like.

But Fast was sure that he didn't see anything, and there was no trigger mechanism. His steps didn't lower his voice, but that didn't mean that Fast lost his vigilance.

"Click -" the sound came again, allowing Fast to determine the exact location of the sound.

After that, the movement in the box didn't stop.

The voice became more and more impatient, as if the contents inside were about to break open the iron box and get out.

What will it be?Alien?Alien monster?Chimera?

No matter what was inside, Fast felt a sense of oppression. He had a feeling that what was inside must not be anything mortal.

Fast took out a pistol from his belt, turned his fingers to turn the blade of the pistol out, stepped sideways, and walked towards it with a low waist.

Just when Fast was about to reach the box and preemptively opened the box to catch the creature inside, the door of the tin box was opened from the inside.

I saw young heroes in tight uniforms and hoods stuffed into the narrow box. The red and blue tight uniforms that fit the body were patterned with spider silk.

Taking advantage of his body's flexibility, he curled up in the box that couldn't accommodate this big boy, with his legs against the other end of the box, his folded knees by his ears, and his arms folded underneath.

A mechanical arm that looked like a spider's leg protruded from his back, making the box that wasn't enough to hold it even more crowded.

Fast guessed that it was this robotic arm that broke the lock of the tin box.

The young hero next door was startled by Fast in front of him. He jumped up and hit the iron sheet on top of his head. The white blindfold on his headgear had big and small eyes, showing that Spider-Man was Fast was shocked and surprised.

"..oh, hi?" Spider-Man tried to greet the silent, imposing man in front of him.

His clear and hearty voice echoed in the quiet warehouse, and it sounded that his age should not be much different from Faster's.

Fast thought about what strange creatures he would see here.

Or abducted by a good-looking person like an elf, or a mutant who was kidnapped by the pig-headed knife gang.

But Fast never thought he'd see Spider-Man here, a daring man in a uniform hiding among the Knife Gang bootlegs.

From New York, if Fast hadn't spotted him, he might have followed Spider-Man, the hero next door in Winchester.