flat.He was standing next to me, looking at Yingmu Huadao who started doing push-ups outside the classroom door, and smiled gently: "Whether Huadao is excited or sad, it is very distressing." Although he said distressed, I think he still felt distressed. I am happy for Sakuragi from the bottom of my heart.

During class, Sakuragi trotted back to the classroom, passed by my seat and said happily: "Akino-san, I heard that you failed to confess to someone yesterday. Let me tell you, don't be too sad, maybe You will fall in love again tomorrow, hahahahahahahahaha..."

I:"……"

I began to think about whether I should apply for the judo club in Shonhoku. It is said that the judo club in Shonhoku is well-known throughout Kanagawa. Do I want to learn some good skills for beating people...

I looked out of the classroom window sadly, watching the cherry blossoms fluttering outside the school wall. This is the spring of love... The pink spring heart that began to float in the whole school gave me the illusion that I was abandoned by this society.

……

"Your handsome father, I fell in love with your mother at first sight." The father who had just cleared the level of Contra gave himself a cup of tea, and began to miss his own years. "At that time, I was only 17 years old, and I was still a boy. Dangling on the streets and alleys of Yokohama with a motorcycle..."

"Father, according to your description, you really looked like a delinquent boy when you were young." I said sullenly.

Dad gave me a sideways look: "Your handsome dad, I just love two-wheeled vehicles."

Me: "..." Well...

My father sat down on the tatami, drank strong tea like rice wine, and sighed contentedly every time he took a sip: "Your mother was in high school in Yokohama at that time. She had long hair and fair skin. She never I walked by my motorcycle and took a look at me. At that time, I was really glad that I was wearing a helmet. She couldn't see that my whole face was already red. Later, I would wait for her at the gate of her school every day after school , pushed the motorcycle and followed her for a while..."

My black line: "Dad, are you an idiot?"

"This is true love!"

"……All right."

My father gave me a dissatisfied look, paused, and said, "Until one day, she suddenly turned around and said, 'Mr. Motorcyclist, you have been with me for so long, can you take off your helmet and let me Look at you'. I was shocked at the time, seeing her smiling face, I involuntarily took off the helmet..."

...and then the young schoolgirl falls in love with the handsome biker and writes a love story?

My father gave me a sad look: "Then she hit me hard in the face with the schoolbag in her hand..."

……

……puff……

...the mother is mighty...

There are many unexpected things in the world. My mother never thought that she would marry and have children with the motorcycle driver who followed her.

Of course, Yingmu Huadao never thought that he would lose love so soon.

Sakuragi only made trouble in the teaching building for two days, and then became sluggish again.Mito Yohei told me that the girl Sakuragi likes, named Akagi Haruko, already has a crush, and that person is Kaede Rukawa, who I "rejected in my confession".

Mito propped his chin with one hand, looked at me and smiled, "Rukawa Kaede is really popular with girls."

"Although I don't deny that the kid is really good-looking, but, Mito-kun, please believe that I never confessed to him!" I said to him very seriously.

However, even if Sakuragi stopped making trouble, someone would come to make trouble for him.

During the English class, the classroom door was suddenly kicked open from the outside, and several boys in the third grade, no matter whether there was a teacher present or not, yelled at Sakuragi: "Sakuragi Hanamichi, come with us to the rooftop after school. Don't run away this time!"

Sakuragi, who was already extremely irritable, was immediately ignited: "Who do you think will run away!" Then he stood up, and was about to rush up to fight those boys, but other boys in the class immediately stopped him Well, if you start to move your hands in the classroom, it's not just a lecture from the class teacher.

Fortunately, Mito was calmer than Sakuragi, and sent those boys away with a few words. When he sat back in his seat, he glanced at Sakuragi, and when he met my gaze, he smiled at me.

The leader among those third-grade boys is Tokuo Horita, who is said to be a well-known delinquent boy in northern Hunan. The day before when Sakuragi used the teaching building as a gym, he ran to the third-grade floor and provoked Tokuo Horita's subordinates. , So Hota was going to come and teach him a lesson.

When school was over, Mito and Sakuragi were going to the rooftop to have a fight with Hota and his gang.

When they walked out of the classroom door aggressively, I asked very seriously: "Should I call an ambulance for you in advance?"

Sakuragi's eyes sparkled, he clenched his fists, and said passionately: "Don't worry, those few people are not enough to watch!"

Putting his elbow on Sakuragi's shoulder, Mito said with a smile, "You should hail an ambulance for Tokuo Horita-senpai."

But before I contacted the hospital, the hospital contacted me first.I packed my schoolbag and was about to go back with Junko when the homeroom teacher, Mr. Sakai, hurried to the classroom. The Mediterranean Sea, which looked very kind and gentle, was covered with sweat. The hospital called, your father was admitted to the hospital in a car accident..."

……

…………

I rode a little sheep to the general hospital at the speed of a motorcycle race, and found my father in the orthopedic ward whose right leg was firmly bound.

My father leaned against the head of the hospital bed, saw me standing at the door of the ward panting, and smiled embarrassedly: "Well, I accidentally got a little excited when I was riding."

I threw the helmet in my hand at him like throwing a grenade: "You don't have my mother in front of you, why are you so excited about riding a bike!"

"I just want to get back the feeling of being young..."

"You're so old that you think you're still a 17-year-old boy!"

……

…………

After a while of fuss, after tidying up my father, I sincerely apologized to another patient who was in the same ward with my father. My behavior just now probably caused some trouble to the resting patient.The father's patient is a man with long hair parted in the middle. He wears a sanitary mask, and he can't see his face clearly. Father is much worse.

After I apologized, he just snorted and turned around to ignore me.

……

People who are neither male nor female generally have bad personalities, my lord has a lot to spare him...

After talking with my father's attending physician for a while, I took the medicine list and went to the pharmacy on the first floor to get my father's medicine. When I passed the outpatient department, I saw a familiar figure sitting in the queue area.

Black Xiangbei student uniform, broad shoulders, black broken hair, although the face is full of blood, but I can still recognize...

"Rukawa Maple?"

This guy is definitely Rukawa Feng!

He heard my voice, raised his head, still a pair of eyes that seemed to have not woken up.

He stared at me for a long time before he said, "Akino Auto training?"

I:"……"

He really thought that my name was Akino Shushu, right?Yes, yes!

68. Extra Gotham Diaries 04

The Empire State University Academic Exchange Group, arrived at Gotham University for less than two hours, and became the Empire State University hostage group, a few tall and mighty students in black suits, who are also members of the Empire State University football team Head held high, walking out from between the seats, it doesn't look like you are going to be a hostage, but it looks like you are walking in the entrance ceremony of the Super Bowl game.

Jinx walked at the forefront of the hostage group at Empire State University. Against the backdrop of a football team player, her figure appeared slender and petite, but she was the most imposing among them. She looked straight at the clown with a blank expression on her face. But there was no timidity in his eyes either.

"Sure enough, he wasn't a kid who grew up in Gotham." The clown grinned, "I like to see people who think they're fearless panicking." He said, and took out a dirty He raised his eyebrows and looked at the staggering pointer on the dial. When the pointer pointed to twelve o'clock, the corners of his mouth curled up: "Then, the game has begun."

The Empire State University hostage group was crammed into the back of a truck as it sped out of the Gotham University auditorium.

Fred hugged Peter and wobbled in the corner of the carriage. He looked around the carriage. The members of the hostage group, who were full of momentum before, lowered their heads and sighed. After thinking for a while, he blew a loud whistle. After seeing everyone looking up at him, he coughed twice and said, "I used to help my dad drive to deliver goods to the supermarket, but now I think we are like wobbly potatoes in the car."

Everyone: "..."

"Don't be so serious... just kidding..." Fred forced a smile.

Everyone: "..."

Peter, who was sitting next to him, laughed a few times in admiration, and then continued to secretly unbutton his shirt while others didn't notice him.As soon as he unbuttoned the second button, Fred patted him on the shoulder suddenly, making him tremble with fright. He looked sideways, and Fred's eyes were firm, his voice trembling, and Resolutely looking at death as home: "Peter, if there is a fight later, you take Jinx and leave first."

Peter: "..."

"There are always people who have to sacrifice. If I exchange my life for everyone's survival, I am willing." Fred said, smiling tragically and desolately, he patted Peter on the shoulder, "After that, you will replace me Join the football team and lead Empire State to the top of the NCAA!"

Peter: "..."

Peter looked at his body, and then looked at Fred, who was 1.9 meters and [-] kilograms. Even if he was sitting, he was as tall as a hill. After thinking about it, he still didn't tell him that he was really trustworthy.

Jinx sat cross-legged across from them, because she was the only girl in the hostage group, so the other members took good care of her, consciously left a large space for her, and surrounded her in the middle at the same time, if there was an emergency, they could Someone protected her immediately.

She has closed her eyes since she got in the car, and did not respond to the inquiries of other members. It was not until the car drove a long way that she slowly opened her eyes and looked at the disgraced Imperial State University in the car. Members of the hostage group yawned.

Peter sitting opposite her: "..."

"Last night I went to bed a little late, so make up for it." Jinx said blankly. She called Charles very late the day before, and woke up early this morning, which seriously affected her sleep. She said He wanted to take out the mobile phone in his pocket and call Charles, but found nothing.

She blinked and remembered that the clown had asked them to leave all their phones in the Gotham University auditorium before getting into the car.

She withdrew her hand calmly, but her heart was overwhelmed.

She made an appointment with Charles to call during his lunch break.

Jinx supported the railing with one hand, stood up, walked to the small window between the car and the driver's cab, and looked across. In addition to the driver in the driver's cab, there was also a sub-machine/gun on the co-pilot. militants.

She turned around and walked towards the closed door of the carriage.

There was some slight shaking in the carriage. Occasionally, when she ran over the speed belt, even the people in the carriage would jerk upwards. However, she walked extremely steadily in such a cramped space with her ten-centimeter high heels on. Jack opened his eyes wide. He rolled his eyes and watched her walk to the door of the carriage, then poked his head and asked Peter: "Peter, you and Jinx are classmates in high school. Did she practice balance beam in high school?"

Peter: "..."

Jinx didn't care about the questions of the hostage group members behind her. She knocked on the door with the back of her hand, and an extremely impatient and rough voice came from outside: "What's the matter? Little bastards?"

"What time is it?" Jinx asked.

"Twelve forty-five," said the man outside, "you have eleven hours and fifteen minutes to live."

Jinx nodded, turned around, walked to the place where he was sitting before, pulled the zipper of the dress bag skirt with one hand, and then pulled it down.

Her action made everyone in the car dumbfounded, and Jack even stammered: "Jinx...you...what are you doing...what?"

Peter, who was secretly unzipping his suit pants, trembled when he heard a firm and crisp sound of the zipper sliding down. He raised his head and saw Jinx standing opposite him, pulling down the zipper of his skirt. Zippered, and took off the wrap-around skirt that was tightly attached to her body.

"Jinx?!" he exclaimed in shock.

Jinx tossed the wrap skirt she had taken off to reveal her tight gym shorts.

Peter: "..."

Everyone: "..."

Jinx started to unbutton her shirt again with a blank face, and when she saw the sports bra she was wearing underneath, all the members of the hostage group showed expressions of "that's it".

"Jinx, who is this?" Fred stared at Jinx, who had changed from a formal suit to a sports suit, and touched the back of his head, "Actually, when you came to Gotham University, you not only exchanged mathematics, but also Do you want to exchange gymnastics?"

"That dress is too restrictive." Jinx raised her hand and tied her long hair into a neat ponytail. She shook her head and said, "Peter, if there is a fight later, you take them away first." .”

Fred: "????"

Peter: "..."

Jack: "... Jinx... don't be impulsive... we'll wait for Batman..."

"It's already 45:[-], I can't wait any longer." Jinx frowned, "I have to settle things here quickly and get my phone back."

Charles probably waited anxiously.

"But, they have weapons, they are deranged terrorists..." Jalinde was still about to say something, Jinx's left hand had already reached into the cab through the small window, and he could see it from his side , Jinx's hand firmly grasped the back of the driver's neck, the steering wheel slipped in the driver's hand, and the whole car slammed to the right.

The militants on the co-pilot quickly pointed their guns at Jinx in the window, and Jinx tightly clamped the driver with one hand, and grabbed the barrel of the gun protruding into the compartment with the other.

"Get down!" She shouted in a deep voice, and the young people in the carriage fell down reflexively. A stream of bullets shot past their heads and hit the door of the carriage crackling, making a series of bullet holes. At the same time, They heard two screams from outside the carriage door.

The others hadn't reacted in such a short period of time, but Fred, who was keen on action movies, had already stared at the string of bullet holes on the door of the carriage and his eyes widened.

He couldn't help raising his head to get a better look. One hand had already pressed the back of his head, pressing his face to the ground. At the same time, a bullet flew past his head with a "swoosh".

He also felt how dangerous his previous actions were. He slowly turned his face to the side and saw Peter who was also lying on the ground with a dignified expression.

"Peter..." Fred muffled.

"Ah..." Peter stared at Jinx closely and replied absently.

"You dropped your trousers..." Fred said.

"Oh." Peter replied.

"Your Spider-Man bodysuit is showing."

Peter's eyes widened, and he immediately withdrew his hand that was still on the back of Fred's head, and pulled back his suit pants. Just now he secretly pulled the zipper of his suit pants, and was going to use Spider-Man's hand when the truck arrived at its destination. The identity cleaned up these militants, but Jinx took off unexpectedly, causing him to slip all the zippers, leading to the tragedy.

"Don't tell me." Peter was a little nervous.

Fred nodded blankly, and then said, "I suddenly have a bold guess."

Peter: "..."

"Jinx is..." Fred slowly raised his eyes, looking at the only young girl standing in the carriage.

Jinx used the submachine gun through a small window to kill two militants at the gate of the carriage.Because the driver was restrained, the car was out of control and was swaying here and there. The people in the car were holding on to everything they could grab to prevent them from losing their balance and huddling together.

The militant sitting on the co-pilot looked immature, about sixteen or seventeen years old, his gun barrel was held tightly by Jinx, he couldn’t move an inch, he could only shoot bullets in vain, he was swayed Shaking back and forth, there was already a bit of anxiety and fear in his eyes.Jinx looked at him blankly, and under his somewhat desperate eyes, he held the barrel of the gun with his right hand, and slowly pointed at the driver who was sweating profusely.

"Stop." She said coldly.

The driver stepped on the brakes as promised, he let go of the steering wheel, and wanted to take out a pistol/gun from his waist, but only heard a "click" from his cervical spine, and a scream was stuffed in his throat. It's already limp on the steering wheel.

The young militant saw that Jinx broke the driver's neck bone with his bare hands, his hands were already trembling, so he had no choice but to let Jinx snatch the gun from him, and then slowly raised his own hands .

Jinx snatched the gun, glanced at him, and turned away with the gun.

The members of the Empire State University hostage group in the carriage had already reacted and looked up at her with wide eyes. She held a submachine gun in one hand and walked from the passage in the middle of the carriage to the entrance of the carriage. He kicked open the door of the carriage that was almost smashed into a sieve.

The noon sun flooded into the closed carriage in an instant, everyone closed their eyes subconsciously, and then opened them again, only to see Jinx standing at the door of the carriage, her back against the light, her right hand raised, and the pistol/ The submachine gun was carried on his shoulder, and his posture was relaxed.Opposite her, there were rows of militants riding on heavy motorcycles. They stood on the ground, supported their bodies and motorcycles, supported the front of the motorcycle with one hand, and held guns in the other, aiming at the motorcycle. Jinx.

Behind the rows of motorcycles was a black Mercedes-Benz. The clown leaned out half of his body from the co-pilot's window, looked at Jinx who was standing facing the sun, squinted his eyes, and said: "Ah... I finally understand why I think you are very familiar." He clasped his hands and fingers together, with a smile on his face covered with oil paint, "The reason why I was caught again last time It seems that Batman brought him back to Arkham thanks to your blessing."

He paused, seemed to think about it, and said, "Octopus Woman."

As soon as he said the name, the young people in the carriage stared wide-eyed, with expressions of disbelief, only Fred exhaled and murmured: "It really is like this..."

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard Jinx say: "Fred."

He immediately looked up at Jinx.

"You said you used to deliver groceries for your dad?" Jinx asked.

"Ah... yes..." Fred blinked.

"Then this truck will be handed over to you." After Jinx finished speaking, before he could reply, he jumped out of the carriage and closed a door of the carriage with his backhand. Everyone in the carriage only heard a gunshot, and then Various types of gunshots were mixed together.

Before Fred could react, he saw a bullet shot into the compartment from the other side of the door that hadn't been closed, his pupils suddenly constricted, and a string of white spider threads shot out from one side of him, flying quickly. Encase that bullet and eject it from the compartment.

"Fred! Go drive!"

Fred heard a familiar voice coming from behind, he turned his head, and saw Peter standing in front of the small window of the cab, wrapping the young militant in the passenger seat into a cocoon with spider silk , he simply took off the suit jacket and shirt, revealing the red and blue tights with a spider pattern: "Jinks is right, this dress is too in the way." He turned his head, He shouted at everyone in the car, "Don't tell me!"

Except for Fred who already knew, the rest of the Imperial State University football team members: "..."

69. Extra Gotham Diaries 05

Fred struggled to climb into the cab from the small window, closed his eyes, and moved the dead body of the driver lying on the steering wheel aside. As soon as his trembling hands touched the steering wheel, his ears were already full of heavy locomotives. He was slightly stunned by the characteristic roar of the motor, then turned his head and saw in the rearview mirror a tall, bald-headed man holding a submachine gun, pointing the muzzle at him.

His body trembled uncontrollably, he stepped on the gas pedal, the truck full of people breathed out a few times, the tires rolled up from the asphalt road covered with mottled tooth marks, he swung the steering wheel, and looked at the car from the rear. The mirror observes the situation behind.

Peter has already taken off all the formal clothes that hindered his feet. He is wearing a red and blue Spider-Man tights. He is hanging on the window of the passenger driver. The motorcycle gang stuck to the road with his men and his car. He was agile, but he could only care about the co-driver chasing after him, but he couldn't care about the muzzle of the gun that had already stretched out to the window of the cab.

Fred twirled the steering wheel nervously, and when the first bullet pierced the window glass, as a well-known quarterback in the NFL, he snatched the bullet with his extraordinary reflexes. Grabbing the skin on the back of his neck, the dash cam above his head was smashed with a "bang". He trembled with some belated awareness, and then shouted: "He...Spiderman!"

At this time, Peter had already stretched out a foot from the window of the passenger car, kicking a person who was chasing under the car off his motorcycle. Hearing Fred's shout, he immediately turned his head. At this moment, that A gun aimed at the cab window had been pulled by a pair of black-gloved hands.

Before Fred could react, the bald man wearing black gloves suddenly let out a muffled snort. Fred only saw a figure jumping out behind him from the rearview mirror, and that man punched the bald man directly on the side. On his face, the bald head was caught off guard, and the hand holding the gun shook. While pulling the trigger, the muzzle of the gun went out to the other side, hitting the edge of the car window, and his whole body was knocked out of the motorcycle by that punch. fly out.

Fred, who saw the whole process from the rearview mirror, opened his mouth wide, feeling that this scene was like a golfer punching a baseball with his bare hands.

He blinked, and then saw that the person who knocked the bald man away and took control of the extremely handsome black BMW bmwk1200r was holding the handlebar with one hand, and compared him with scissors hands with the other. Jinx who can lie on a yoga mat and sit tight in an instant.

Fred: "..."

At this moment, Fred remembered the first time he met Jinx at the freshman admission ceremony. At that time, he already knew that there was a math genius who gave up the full scholarship of two Ivy League universities and chose a relatively weak academic one. Empire State University also knew that this math genius was a girl who was said to be quite good-looking.

But he didn't expect it to be like this.

Tall, with fair skin, no freckles on her face, long black hair hanging on her shoulders, blue and green pupils are calm and calm, she is wearing a light skirt, sitting by the fountain, He lowered his eyes and read Gödel's paper.

The sunlight danced lightly through her hair from the fountain. At that moment, Fred thought he saw Venus, the goddess of beauty, slowly coming from the foam of the sea.

Jinx held the handlebar with both hands, put the submachine gun/gun on his elbow and waist, quickly changed the magazine with one hand, and then shot back, bursting the tire of a locomotive chasing behind. After firing the shot, she threw the gun towards Fred, and the gun fell steadily into Fred's arms through the shattered window glass. Fred was still turning the steering wheel mechanically, when he heard She said coldly, "Take it for self-defense."

Fred, who grew up to 19 years old and only touched a toy gun as a child: "..."

He said with difficulty, "So Jinx and you..."

"Go for another gun." Jinx said, holding the handlebars with both hands, stretched out her right foot to support the ground, and led the motorcycle with her left foot. Using her right foot as a fulcrum, she turned the motorcycle half a circle. The ponytail flicked high at the back of his head, and the rapidly spinning wheels drew an arc in mid-air, turned around and landed on the ground, and Jinx, wearing fitness equipment, drove backwards.

Fred: "..."

At this moment, Fred thought that he saw Hercules, the God of Hercules, who was wrestling with the giant.

Jinx leaned on the locomotive, turned the head of the car, and rushed towards the scooter convoy that was hotly chasing before. The bikers didn't expect her to turn around suddenly, and the people chasing at the front had no time to slow down, so they had to go straight to her. They collided directly, and she pulled the front of the car suddenly a second before the collision, and the fronts of the two cars passed by with a very small distance. Green eyes flashed past his sight, and the next moment he flew high with people and cars, leaving only a hasty scream.

After Jinx kicked the man away, she grabbed the submachine gun from his wrist. She supported the front of the car with one hand and carried the gun with the other, and rushed into the convoy. The whole person hung on the side of the locomotive, while speeding, while shooting between the convoys with submachine guns, until the submachine guns were shot out of bullets, the fully armed convoy of locomotives was already in chaos.

She rushed to the rear of the locomotive, and many motorcycle gangs had already turned around and chased after her. She clung to the locomotive to avoid bullets, and when she looked up, she could see the Mercedes-Benz that was getting closer not far away. Through the brown car window, she could still see the faint figure on the co-pilot.She squinted her eyes and was about to slam straight into the car when a motorcycle approached from behind her right, almost at head-to-head with her, and she could see the motorcyclist's pistol/gun aligned in the rearview mirror her.

It is difficult to dodge with the whole body if you want to stick to the motorcycle at such a distance. She simply put her foot on her own motorcycle and jumped to the side. With a hand, she hurriedly aimed at her, but she had already stepped onto the handlebar of the man's motorcycle, and jumped forward again with her strength.

The high-speed locomotive suddenly lost its balance, fell to the ground with a bang, and hit the asphalt road with people, while Jinx had jumped high, staring at the approaching Mercedes-Benz, and then stabilized his feet. landed on the roof.

The driver of the car noticed that there was someone on the roof of the car, and immediately swayed the steering wheel from side to side, trying to throw her off the roof. She lay down to avoid the bullets behind her, but saw a motorcycle not far from the rear of the car. Not too fast, keeping a close distance to the Mercedes-Benz. The driver was a tall man. He was wearing a black motorcycle jacket and a red hood on his head, so he couldn't see his face.

Presumably a gang member protecting the Joker?

Jinx squinted his eyes to observe the opponent, but saw the portable guided missile on the opponent's shoulder.

Jinx: "..."

What is this gangster who protects the clown going to do!

At the moment when the opponent's warhead was fired, Jinx spun and jumped out of the car, and rolled a few times on the hot asphalt road. The car in the car was almost dyed into a fire pot in the raging flames, and then fell heavily to the ground.

Jinx shook her head, trying to expel the tinnitus caused by the close-range explosion, and when she looked up again, she saw only a motorcycle passing away in the dust and the red hood shining in the sun.

"Big news: The clown escaped from Arkham, kidnapped the Imperial State University academic exchange group, and blatantly challenged Gotham's judicial circle!"

"Latest news: The clown kidnapping gang was attacked on the way, the attacker is unknown!"

"According to the images taken by nearby drone enthusiasts, it can be determined that Spider-Man appeared in the kidnapping gang."

"Spider-Man appeared among the hostages, and his true identity has revealed the tip of the iceberg!"

"Latest news: The kidnapping gang has been killed. It is speculated that the red hood should be responsible, but the clown's body was not found in the car wreckage."

"At present, most of the members of the academic exchange group of Imperial State University have been rescued, and one of them is missing. His identity is Jinx Garner, a student of the Department of Mathematics of Imperial State University..."

…………

Charles held the armrests of the wheelchair with both hands, and looked at the drone video provided by the Gotham police with a sullen face. The drone had a wide field of vision, and the asphalt road was just one of the thick black lines. You have to be very serious to see it Fierce battles played out on that line.

Others couldn't bear it, but he knew that Jinx was the one who went through the motorbike convoy and landed on the roof of the car.

The drone is moving at high speed. The last scene on this road is a portable guided missile overturning the car. The people in the car are dead or alive.

He stared at that scene many times, his hands tightly gripping the armrests of the wheelchair, and the veins on the back of his hands bulged.

"Charles?" Henry looked at him, frowning tightly.

The video was provided by Matt, a 12-year-old drone enthusiast. He was frightened by Charles' state and took a step back, retreating into the arms of the policeman behind him.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Xavier." The policeman considered his tone, "We checked the monitoring of that road section and found that all the monitoring equipment was destroyed without exception. It should have been planned by the clown."

"Naturally, that's the clown. And the Gotham Police Department has never let the clown down." Charles said coldly, he controlled the wheelchair and left the computer, looked at Henry, and said, "Go back to West Chester, I'll find her .”

As soon as he finished speaking, a crisp mobile phone rang from beside him.

This is a very old mobile phone ringtone. As long as it rings more than ten years ago, one out of ten people would touch their mobile phone.

Matt leaned half his head out from behind the policeman and watched the fierce-looking handsome man take out an elderly mobile phone and pressed the call button. After hearing the other party's voice, his frowning brows instantly relaxed.

On the other side of the phone, Jinx, dressed in fitness equipment, stood in a public phone booth on the outskirts of Gotham, holding the microphone, and his voice contained deep hatred: "My money is all in my pockets, and only two Coins, you can make a call for 4 minutes. Peter and the others didn’t wait for me, they just drove away, and it took me so long to find a public phone booth..." She blinked and saw that the time displayed on the phone was already 50:30 Seconds, paused, and immediately said, "There are only [-] seconds left, Charles, I'll wait for you to come over, and, I miss you very much today."

A busy tone of "beep beep" came from the microphone.

Jinx: "..."

Reluctantly, she fumbled in her pocket again, but this time she didn't find a single coin.

"Ah..." Jinx squinted his eyes, staring at the cruel public phone, his eyes were full of murderous intent.

70. Fanwai Earth Love Story 01

On February 1945, 2, it was still cold in central and northern Germany. It was already evening, and the time for the Dresden bombing mission was getting closer, but the sky over the airfield where the U.S. Army’s Eighth Air Force was stationed was still hazy , The pilots sat together in twos and threes, looked up at the sky from time to time, and then stomped their feet impatiently.

The bad weather prevented the bombers and fighters on the airport from taking off, and the long-deployed bombing mission with the British Royal Air Force could not be carried out. The commander and pilots of the Eighth Air Force were very anxious.

It's just that Anthony, the military doctor of the Air Force, was thinking about other things.

He had received a letter from New York the day before

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