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The United States is a rising superpower.

Because the founding of the country was short and the cultural background was not deep, the United States did not breed many powerful people in the supernatural society. Even Fitzgerald was only a rich man among the superhumans, not a transcendent of the United States.

Of course, this does not mean that Fitzgerald cannot reach the realm of transcendence. The strength of the supernatural name "Gorgeous Fitzgerald" depends on the amount of krypton gold.If the United States is willing to help with all its strength, Fitzgerald can reach the transcendent 100%.

——The time of supernatural power is short, and it is super expensive.

——Extremely low price/performance ratio.

With the money to help Fitzgerald become a transcendent, the capitalists behind the United States might as well spend money to win over a foreign transcendent.

When he came to the metropolis of New York, Paul Verlaine was in charge of explaining the structure of the American power world to Zhongya Zhongya, and Arthur Rimbaud was in charge of leading Zhongyuan Zhongya to familiarize himself with this bustling city as quickly as possible.

"No matter how many times I come here, I am still amazed at the speed of its development."

Arthur Rimbaud sighed.

At the end of the nineteenth century, the United States was the younger brother of Britain and France, and the noble French looked down on the nouveau riche and bumpkins in the United States.

In the last world, the war within a hundred years changed the world situation, and the melting pot of nations shaped the potential of the United States, which also allowed the United States to surpass the old powers of the past and become the world's largest country.

However, the United States of this world has not become the hegemon.

The unreasonable supernatural ability has broken through the limitations of technology, and the surpassers are eyeing. Britain, France and Germany did not give the United States the opportunity to overtake on the curve.

If Britain, France and Germany are self-proclaimed, it will be a matter of time before they are surpassed.

The supernatural power cannot keep blocking the United States.

"It's so lively..."

Zhongyuan is also dazzled. At the age of 15, he saw one of the top cities in the world, and was shocked by the fashionable and strong colors.

The orange-haired boy immediately showed his shortcomings.

The reaction of the country children to the city is just like that of Arthur Rimbaud who came to Paris back then, exuding a rural flavor from his accent and manner.

The only luck is that the two older brothers around him will not point it out, let alone dislike the younger brother for his ignorance. Criticism is much better.

Arthur Rimbaud pursues a life of doing whatever he wants, and will not force changes in the world. A truly noble person is noble wherever he is.

Paul Verlaine was no stranger to the United States, looked at the attitudes of the two, and said with a smile: "Brother, haven't you been to the United States for a long time?"

Arthur Rimbaud didn't change his face: "I have come here less often, but it doesn't mean I haven't been here. I used to have dinner and chat with the actor."

Paul Verlaine really wanted to know about his brother's past, but Arthur Rimbaud's mouth was tight enough not to reveal the information easily, so he had no choice but to give up and invite the two of them to stay in the best hotel in New York first.

Zhong Yuanzhong didn't jump up and down, restrained himself, and pulled Arthur Rimbaud to whisper: "Brother, my English is not very good. When the waiter asks me, how should I answer?"

Arthur Rimbaud bent down and said, "In Japanese, let them send a guy who can speak Japanese to talk."

Zhongyuan Zhong also felt guilty: "It's not very good."

This makes me look uneducated. I heard that American junior high school students are educated by elites, and they usually have to learn more than three foreign languages ​​in school.

Arthur Rimbaud knocked him on the head: "Paul paid, we should enjoy the corresponding first-class service!"

Arthur Rimbaud looked proudly at everyone in the hotel lobby while Paul Verlaine went to check in.

"In the United States, you only need to understand one sentence to be helpless!"

"...Brother, your voice is too loud."

"Do you still want to know?"

"miss you!"

Zhong Yuan also gritted his teeth, this old man has the most experience in life!

Arthur Rimbaud deliberately ignored the curious gazes of other people in the hall, bent down, and told the truth about walking in America in the ear of his younger brother.

Zhong Yuanzhong was also incredulous: "Is it all right to say this?"

Arthur Rimbaud nodded emphatically.

Paul Verlaine came in personable, elegant as a nobleman, and watched in amazement that the two attracted the attention of everyone in the hall.

"What are you discussing?"

"No."

Arthur Rimbaud took over the room card. This time it was a presidential suite for three people. There were many bedrooms, so he didn't worry about not having a bed for his younger brother.

In other words, even Paul Verlaine was worried about letting Nakahara live alone.Because of his elder brother's wealth, Zhongya Zhongya's consumption level has risen to the level of the rich second generation, but his taste and vision have not kept up. In addition, there are too many emergencies in the United States. The assassination king does not want his younger brother to be killed without his knowledge The other Yankees took it badly.

The two brothers went back to the room to discuss travel plans. Zhong Yuanzhong was also a young man who couldn't calm down, and went to the hotel with great interest.

He is not afraid to meet people, and he can prove his identity by showing his room card. The guests from the presidential suite are the highest-level people.

When he came across something he wanted to buy, he remembered the words taught by Arthur Rimbaud, and he couldn't communicate with other words at all, so he said vigorously: "Howmuch? (How much?)"

As soon as this sentence appeared, everyone treated this child differently, as amiable as if they were facing a God.

Zhongyuan also gradually learned the American rules of survival.

——Money is God!

Arthur Rimbaud lit a cigar in the living room. After entering the United States, his tongue seemed to be missing a bit of taste. He had played in the United States quite a few times before. "Paul, has Paris changed a lot?"

In America, Arthur Rimbaud missed Paris.

Is Paris extremely powerful?

Has France been reborn in the post-war years?

Paul Verlaine didn't smoke cigars, and when he smelled the smoke, he avoided it a little, and Arthur Rimbaud blew it in front of him maliciously.

Paul Verlaine uses "gravity" to redirect smoke.

"Brother, I haven't been back for eight years."

"Coward, what is the assassination king, forget it as the escape king."

Arthur Rimbaud's appearance is the type that is popular in all countries, with blond hair and blue eyes, full of sunny charm that makes Europeans fall, but his mouth is poisonous like a knife, which is unbearable.

Paul Verlaine was not the pawn Verlaine at the end of the [-]th century. He was born with a lack of joy, anger, sorrow and happiness. Instead of quarreling with him, he said: "I don't want to provoke the French government, so as not to fight with my colleagues in the past, but what about you? Brother, you have no reason not to go back."

Arthur Rimbaud, smoking a cigar, said with a fictitious reason: "I don't want to work for the French government."

Paul Verlaine was skeptical.

Arthur Rimbaud diverted the topic about himself: "I want to go to the casino to play, that place is not suitable for taking it with me."

Paul Verlaine smiled perfectly: "The casino will have a children's rest area."

Arthur Rimbaud tilted his head: "Are you overage?"

Paul Verlaine shrugged like him: "The appearance of the Japanese is small, and in the eyes of Americans, they are no different from ten-year-old children."

Arthur Rimbaud clapped his hands: "Good idea, let's throw him in the children's area, and then we will go kill the Quartet together!"

Ever since there was gravity, Arthur Rimbaud has wanted to gamble!

Naturally, Paul Verlaine would not refuse his brother.

"Okay."

The itinerary was finalized the next day after arriving in the United States.

Take precautions, Paul Verlaine has forgotten the intricate relationship between the United Kingdom and the United States. Those who surpass the United Kingdom cannot easily go abroad, but the probability of going to the United States for holidays is very high.

In the blink of an eye, the traditional festival in Europe - the Carnival, which will last for two or three months, arrived.

In the largest casino in the United States, the two master cheaters won and lost, and they did not blindly win money. They have not been blacklisted yet, and what Arthur Rimbaud enjoys is the process of spending a lot of money.

"Hahahaha—the god of luck is on my side!"

At the moment when winning money by luck instead of relying on gravity, Arthur Rimbaud's laughter was particularly rampant, his blood boiled, he left his brother behind, and his arms almost hugged a beautiful woman in a black dress who was close to him .

Paul Verlaine ruthlessly pushed the beauty in the black dress away.

The women here like to wear evening dresses or clothes that accentuate their figures, clearly showing the meaning of seduction.

"Brother, hold your hand."

Paul Verlaine advised quietly, Arthur Rimbaud rolled his eyes.

The African tour spans to the American tour, the private life is forced to clean up, and Arthur Rimbaud walks away cursing.

There is no way, for the safety of those women.

The prodigal son is also unwilling to kill a woman.

Arthur Rimbaud changed the table and devoted himself to the dealing of the cards.He didn't notice that his back has also seduced many people, his waist is slightly forward, his hips are raised and his legs are long, he is vaguely rebellious, and he gives people a strong desire to conquer when spending money like running water.

People who have seen Arthur Rimbaud's appearance before will mistake him for the assassin king, but those who have seen Arthur Rimbaud's back will never confuse him with others—his aura So unique.

Among thousands of people, only Arthur Rimbaud has no shackles on his body, just like a bird in the sea, leaving the world with infinite reverie.

"Honey!"

Unable to control it, the British man who came out to breathe in the VIP area of ​​the casino instantly swept across the beauties of the audience, locked on the back of "Love at First Sight", shouted, threw away the people around him, and ran away.

"Ah, Fingal?"

Arthur Rimbaud inadvertently spoke the Japanese accent.

Familiar people, familiar feeling of meeting, the two of them just like playing together yesterday, without experiencing the parting at sea.

"Honey! You're here too! I come to play a few times a year!"

Oscar Wilde turned into a big dog wagging his tail, destroying the aura of the prince under the moon brought by a silver haute couture suit.

This time there is absolutely no mistake!

Rimbaud without a doubt!

Oscar Wilde wanted to scream, he was right to come to America, and when he returned home, he would thank George Bernard Shaw for calling him out to relax.

Gamblers like to win prizes. Arthur Rimbaud did as the Romans did, imitating the behavior of the gamblers at the next table. He pulled Oscar Wilde's shoulders, and kissed the man's mouth directly with his moist red lips.

"Leverage your luck and let me win this one!"

"Good, good!"

Oscar Wilde's face was full of joy, and he hurriedly stuffed the gloves that got in the way into his pockets, and wiped the perfume on his wrists, fearing that Arthur Rimbaud would dislike the smell of slut all over his body.

Afterwards, Oscar Wilde followed sweetly by his side, taking on the responsibility of a female companion, either feeding fruit or handing wine, and sometimes simply holding Arthur Rimbaud's arm, lovingly staring at The "normal"-looking Arthur Rimbaud.

The senior manager of the casino was shocked and did not understand the taste of this distinguished guest.

He heard from his boss that Mr. Wilde is a big shot in England. He came to the United States with his friends to relax. He was in a bad mood. Before, the boss sent several well-trained beauties, including men and women, including stars, and they all looked disinterested. Big, it can be said to be extremely picky.

Who would have thought... just this taste?

In the blink of an eye, he was actually seduced by a blond man.

Paul Verlaine went to the children's area, coaxed Zhongya Zhongya, and when he turned around, he saw a pig who dared to hug his brother.

The murderous intent of the Assassin King came straight to Oscar Wilde.

Oscar Wilde felt a chill running down his back, he turned his head belatedly, and saw the "stranger" with a very good figure and a cold face.

Oscar Wilde smiled dryly and hugged Arthur Rimbaud tightly.

"Ranbo, why is your brother here?"

The last assassination king warned him not to see Rimbaud.

"He played with me for a while."

Arthur Rimbaud lost all his weight in one go, pinched Fingal's thick skin, "You shared your bad luck with me."

Oscar Wilde pouted: "Do you want to say hello to him?"

Arthur Rimbaud said: "Don't pay attention to him, he plays his own game, he can't just kill whoever he sees me getting close to."

Arthur Rimbaud threw a provocative look at his younger brother, and flirted with Oscar Wilde in public, like a couple in love, "Let's go, Fingal, take me to your VIP room over there to play."

Oscar Wilde's cheap mouth: "Don't you take your brother?"

"What? You still have a crush on my brother?" Arthur Rimbaud's malice emerged, and Oscar Wilde hurriedly changed his words, not daring to reveal his lofty ideals for the French twins, "No!"

Paul Verlaine's eyes were wide open, his feet nailed in place, humiliated.

[My brother left with a wild man? 】

Taking advantage of his brother's absence, Zhong Yuanzhong, who sneaked up after him, managed to avoid the inspectors and noticed this scene.

【Brother Rimbaud left with someone else, did Brother Verlaine not follow? 】

【Wait, brother Verlaine, that is your brother too, why are you angry like a man who has been robbed! 】

The 15-year-old Zhong Yuanzhong couldn't figure it out either.

We are all brothers, but some people are so possessive.

—Is this right?