[Comprehensive British and American] Distress signal receiver

Steve doesn't know how long it will take to get out of the ice, and in this world full of heroes, the heroes are far away when he is in urgent need.

In my memory, the original owner also escaped and was helped by others. The old lady of the neighbor secretly called the police, and Wesley was taken away for two days in a protective manner. On the third day, when Wesley returned home, the old lady of the neighbor died the night before. Moved, and he hadn't even been able to leave Baltimore before that.

Everything is as if nothing happened.

At this time, because he wanted to take Will to meet Hannibal, William also took Will with him on the way to send his two sons to school.

Even though it was a family SUV, with Ethan beside him, Wesley still felt crowded.

Obviously, Ethan Brown hasn't recovered from William's warning at breakfast, and occasionally looks at Wesley with vicious eyes. Unfortunately, he and Wesley are not in the same school, and he has to get out of the car obediently in a short time. Before leaving Waving pretentiously to his father.

"Take a good class boy, I'll ask the teacher to send your report card to my office!" William put down the car window and stared at the eldest son. Ethan couldn't help but look a little ugly, but nodded without daring to speak out.

When Wesley was also sent to the school, it had to be said that it was still very early, and there were not many students in the school at this point, and at least another hour and a half before class would start.

But what can he do? William is both a workaholic and a control freak at the same time. He doesn't let go of both hands, which makes Wesley come to school so actively for the first time in his two lifetimes.

"Take a good class too, Wesley," William said to him in a much gentler tone, looking back and forth on the boy's face, as if he wanted to penetrate his bones directly and imprint his own words in his head: "Wait for me Take you to Walters during the break, and have another big meal."

The tone of talking to the child made Wesley couldn't help but get goosebumps. He watched the car leave, and Wesley walked towards the somewhat familiar campus, but only familiarly, while asking the system, "Where did he say to go?"

"The Walters Art Museum."

"What, a museum?" Wesley was shocked: "There is still this kind of torture on rest days, William is indeed a devil!"

System: "..." The host's artistic accomplishment has already been put on the agenda.

At this time, Wesley walked through a large sports field with a lawn, and went to the three-story teaching building not far away. While visiting, he searched for the memory of the original owner. He thought the campus was empty, but he suddenly walked past someone quickly.

The campus maintenance worker is carrying a toolbox on his shoulders, holding the shoulder strap with one hand, and a red ladder in the other hand. He keeps his eyes on it, as if immersed in his own world, and a gust of wind is blown by him as he walks by.

The faded autumn overalls were meticulously worn on him, and the cheap coat was wrinkle-free when walking. The collars on both sides fell on the broad shoulders, and it was completely symmetrical when viewed from the back.

Wesley glanced away and looked away, but after a few seconds, he put his eyes on this person again, and quickly moved away again.

After a while, like some kind of weird gravitational force, he couldn't help but look at the maintenance worker again.

With that straight back, he occasionally turned his head to look around while walking, and his brows were also furrowed, as if he had just experienced a bad morning, and he was a little preoccupied.The important thing is that this resolute and melancholy profile gave him an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

All guesswork out of curiosity, he had a vague intuition, as if he felt something from the other party.

"system?"

"Max Eisenhart, also known as Magnus Eisenhart, current name: Eric Lanshere."

!!!

Wesley screamed in shock deep in his heart, damn it, why is this big guy here?

At this time, when they were approaching the teaching building, the two unconsciously drew closer. The maintenance worker gave him a sideways glance, and raised the corners of his mouth a few times symbolically, as a greeting, and then continued on his way.

From Wesley's current point of view, Eric Lanshere, the legendary figure, is even younger than he imagined. If you count the depression caused by a bad mood, he is at most in his thirties.

And even in this overalls, he doesn't look like an ordinary school repairman. If he had to describe Wesley, he would say that the boss has gone downhill.

Wesley was reminiscing about that intentionally alienated smile, and finally found a few sporadic impressions of this taciturn maintenance worker from the memory of the original owner—because the original Wesley always arrived at school so early, the two would meet occasionally.

It's just that they haven't really communicated so far.

The other party obviously didn't want to communicate, so instead of saying hello, it's better to politely let him go his own way.

Of course, Wesley didn't make fun of himself. He bumped his schoolbag and walked into a different corridor with the maintenance worker.

"System, system, how did he end up in Baltimore, and most importantly, how did he become a mechanic?" Instead of messing around with his fraternity?

Magneto started a low-key part-time job in high school, what's going on?

But thinking about it, it might be understandable. Now mutants are in their heyday, and society’s attitude towards mutants is very complicated, but it’s better than it was during World War II. There are many protection organizations for mutants on the surface, and they are rarely encountered. From conspiracy to persecution, maybe Magneto also lived the peaceful life of his dream?

But judging by his expression, that's not the case at all!

Meeting Eric at school early in the morning was a moment of sobriety, but now that Wesley had enough troubles, this matter could only be left behind for the time being.

As time went by, vehicles stopped and drove away at the gate, and students entered the campus one by one. Under the bombardment of systematically reading news, playing web pages, and listening to the radio, Wesley, who was bored, found that no matter how many people entered the classroom, Sure enough, no one greeted him.

Or maybe it was an illusion, he did receive a few sympathetic but respectful looks, it seemed that everyone in the class knew that he was "not a normal kid"...

After holding back for 10 minutes, and finally having a good discussion with the system about the historical legacy of the original owner, Wesley suddenly heard a ding in his mind.

Suddenly, a black line appeared on his head, didn't the system just say that he would start accepting tasks during lunch break today? From yesterday to today, he was busier than the president.

This time, the sound was very short, as if it was urgent. After swiping, accompanied by a dazzling golden light, the mission panel unfolded in front of Wesley.

Mission Statement——

Mentally weak people are the most dangerous people. They walk around you, but their hearts are full of dark thoughts.A terrible event is about to happen in broad daylight, so save your young friends before it's too late!

"..." Hey, you are going too far, which eye of yours sees that I have friends?

—— Nature: A distress signal from the future.

Rewards: 1. 200 points will be rewarded for completing the task; 2. Unlock the "host's small backpack", which can accommodate three important items of the host in the dimensional space opened by the system, which is convenient to carry;

"..." The host's small backpack?

What are the three important items?Broken worldview, conscience, and chastity?

Restrictions: Injury to innocent people or cause irreversible damage during missions requires immediate treatment and restoration. 1000 points are required to exchange for "full body healing". Please proceed with caution.

Key words this time: Many people died, why the police haven’t arrived yet, it’s too scary, it’s too scary, he came over, help!

accept (yes/no)

Wesley was still sitting at his desk, feeling like he was on pins and needles.

Many people died?

He had to cast his eyes out of the window, staring across the lawn at the school gate, the peaceful scene there was no different from an hour ago.

But the countdown of the system is like a huge doomsday clock, hanging brightly in the midair nearby, telling him clearly that there are still 10 minutes before something unpredictable will happen here.

explode?No, the keyword indicates that this person is walking towards the victim. The explosion has a large range and will destroy the building together. It is more likely...

Wesley covered his face.

No way!shooting? ?The kind of school shooting that shocks the world every time?

What's even more deceitful is that this time is different from the previous missions. He obviously can't enter the criminal's mind and influence him with his thoughts. How can he stop it? Melee? !

and many more……

Wesley checked his existing 80 points and thought to himself, eight chances to revive with full blood, the system should not trick me, and getting 200 points for completing tasks is not a bad loss.

Ignoring what the disparity in rewards represented, Wesley wiped away the noodle tears in his heart, and walked out of the classroom very firmly.

Unexpectedly, a figure with a strong sense of presence was preparing to call it a day in the corridor. Seeing Wesley coming out, the other party just nodded slightly as if meeting someone he knew, then put away the ladder, took out the handle of the screwdriver from his mouth, and the two again They walked the same way without saying a word.

Eric held the ladder under his arm this time, bumped when he took a step, looked ahead, and couldn't help but think, this child is really quiet.

Wesley had another thought in his mind: Come closer, boss, err.

It's a pity that Eric has finished his work in the morning, and he changed direction as soon as he left the glass door of the teaching building, while Wesley was still walking towards the huge countdown in the air, and the two parted ways.

Ever since he had the system, Wesley often felt that the days felt like years. For example, at this moment, he never knew that 10 minutes was so long.

The terrible thing is that he couldn't "predict" this incident in advance and call the police.Especially thinking of the Chief of Police...

Finally, Wesley saw a senior student walking through the crowd with a dark musical instrument case on his back, one hand in his pocket, and his head lowered.

All the scenes were clearly presented in Wesley's eyes, and suddenly, ripples of psychic abilities spread out of him uncontrollably.

A gust of wind blows.

In an instant, all the innumerable emotions, good or bad, were added up and fed back to him. Wesley seemed to have heard the voices of other people in an instant. Cold sweat rolled down his cheeks, and the wound on the back of his head was soaked in sweat. ache.

Under his deliberate search, one of them was particularly dark——

I'm going to kill them all.

The screened scenes kept slowing down in Wesley's eyes.

The senior boy had withdrawn from the crowd, and calmly squatted down to organize his piano case.

No one looked at him.

Wesley walked towards him.

Maybe a minute later, maybe just a second, the boy stood up holding a heavy weapon——

bang— bang— bang bang bang—

The picture speeded up suddenly, Wesley's pupils tightened, he gritted his teeth, and jumped.

sonabitch! ! !My 1000 points! ! ! ! !