Chaoying meets Two-dimensional [Comprehensive]

Although she occasionally wants to be a carefree Japanese manga girl, Kristen is still doing what a manga hero does to this day.

She is currently on the Palestinian border, surrounded by a group of ragged, frightened-looking people, whom she has brought from the fighting zone to the safety of a truce zone.

In this kind of chaotic place, you don't need to be surprised that a grenade fell down in the clear sky. Of course, she can come and go freely by herself, but if there are more than 20 unarmed people, she must be more careful.

She is not a full-fledged superhero, but has only followed the Avengers and the X-Men on missions, and it is usually their duty to protect the evacuation of the people properly.

As for the frontal battle?nonexistent.

Even if she, Wanda, Pietro, and Peter are not weak, it can't help the determination of the Avengers and X-Men to protect them like a chicken mother protects her cubs.

"Don't be distracted, a fighter jet is 200 meters away from you at seven o'clock."

Christine raised her head, the white light in her eyes was piercing, a strong wind rose from the ground, and the bullets fired by them were rolled into the sky. Her plan was to use the wind to blow the plane away, but she saw a sharp arrow across the sky and hit the plane. .

That's great, the range is too far.

She first gave a sigh of admiration, and couldn't help thinking that if this was Hawkeye's script, the plane would blow up in the next second. Although Hawkeye doesn't have superpowers, you never know how many bombs are attached to the little arrows that Hawkeye shoots| bomb.

Even the three princesses of Asgard were blown away, let alone others.

Just as she was thinking about it, she heard a bang. She subconsciously covered the ears of the little girl beside her, and when she looked up, the fighter jet really exploded.

Christine: "..."

Isn't it true that Hawkeye also passed through?

What appeared in front of him was a young man with a cold face, short white hair, and a black tights that outlined a strong and powerful body. His arms were full of muscles, dyed in the color of war smoke, reminiscent of words such as weather-beaten and weather-beaten. .

With a longbow in his hand and a quiver hanging behind his thigh, it seems that he shot down the fighter plane, and he helped on the surface, but the emotionless gaze when he looked over was really not good.

Christine stepped forward to block his gaze from the refugees.

She didn't have any weapons in her hands, but the young man believed that she was more dangerous than anyone else in this world.

"Follow me."

Christine glanced back, saw an old man nodding, and followed him. It seemed that he was the man who these people said was "holding a bow and arrow and appearing at the most dangerous time".

The man walked in front silently, bending his bow and shooting arrows neatly under any circumstances, it seemed that Christine was useless.

The destination was a village surrounded by simple tents. As soon as the children saw the man, they surrounded him happily. The man didn't speak, but raised his hand to stroke the children's hair and walked away.

Christine thought he was the leader, but unexpectedly he was the protector, sitting alone on the dilapidated tile wall, looking into the distance, with a charcoal black longbow in hand.

After a few simple conversations with people, Christine took a bag of water and walked over to him step by step on the low wall, and sat down beside him.

The man didn't speak, but his muscles tensed up.

Christine pretended not to see it.

"You can call me Keli, I found an underground auction house, selling everything, drugs, people, organs, it's not normal. I checked it down and caught a bunch of people, look, Across the border, here in the hell, I miss strawberry shortcake and strawberry milkshake."

She passed the water bag aside.

"I heard that you don't talk to everyone. It's a bad habit. You don't look like a local. You should learn Hebrew and Arabic... Hey, give me some feedback, don't you understand English?"

The man took the water bag and said, "I understand."

Christine smiled, not caring about his neglect just now, "What's the name?"

"The palace."

"You are not Japanese, are you?"

Wei Gong didn't speak, it was acquiescence.

Christine held his chin and looked at him: "I think your facial features look like Asian, but your skin looks more African than mine. How did you get so dark?"

Emiya: "..."

If she is curious, she will ask, if he doesn't want to say it, then change it.

"What are your plans?"

Emiya: "Wait until the turmoil subsides."

"go home?"

"Go to the next troubled place."

Christine couldn't help but sigh: "Is someone hiring you?"

He shook his head.

Therefore, these acts of relief came from his own heart. Christine got closer and felt the tension in his body. He was like a vigilant big cat, who would get nervous whenever someone got close.

Christine believed that if she did something else, he would spring up like a spring pressed to its limit.

She left her contact information to him, and bluntly said that she could come to her if she had any difficulties.

After finishing speaking, he flew back to Japan directly in front of him.

She likes to associate with people who are different, so that she doesn't have to hide her difference.

When Christine returned to her residence, the first thing she did was take a good shower, put on her clothes and go out to the dessert shop downstairs to eat matcha cake and mango milkshake. At night, she investigated the source of the underground auction based on the clues provided by BB .

During these days, she has caught all the little gangsters below, and the prisoners thrown into the hands of the police are counted according to the pile, and the claws and teeth have been pulled out. It is the turn of this tiger who has no support.

Kristen put on a hooded top, and the wide brim of the hat covered most of her face. The man lived in a high-end apartment with excellent security measures. BB easily took over the alarm facilities of this building, allowing Christine to enter and exit Just like entering your own home.

3602.

It took three seconds to unlock the door, and as soon as she entered the door, she bumped into a man with a vigilant face, and greeted her with a deliberately deep voice.

"Good night, sir. Perhaps you should not meet me empty-handed, but with a broom and knife..."

Before he finished speaking, Christine pressed the man who took out the knife against the wall, and said slowly, "Of course, it's useless if you take it."

Christine closed the door with her foot, shutting out the light in the hallway.

"I know, if I ask you, you will definitely not say it. This is an experience. Sir, do you want to refute me?"

As soon as the words fell, there was a bone-chilling sound in the room. The man raised his neck, and a cry of pain was about to rush out of his throat. Christine took the apple from the fruit plate and stuffed it into his mouth.

As if the pain had passed, the man spat out the apple in his mouth and said fiercely: "The police will not let you go, and neither will All Might!"

Christine was amused by him, dragged him to sit on the sofa, and pressed his head against the glass coffee table.

"You are so funny. When you broke the law, you didn't think that the police would sanction you, and All Might would arrest you. When you suffered violence, you thought of them."

His head was hit hard on the glass coffee table, and the coffee table shattered, and following this force, the man was pressed to the ground, and the ground was covered with broken glass.

There was a wailing sound, mixed with pleasant soft voices.

"Tell me what I want to know, you have no other choice."

BB suddenly said: "Hurry up, you don't have time, the police car is coming here."

Christine frowned, did they also find out this clue?This doesn't look like the efficiency of the Metropolitan Police Department.

BB also had the same idea, she immediately started to investigate, and only found out what was going on after hacking into the monitoring room.

"The Hero Public Security Committee thinks that you, a violent vigilante, are acting too outrageous, and contacted Hero to ask you to drink tea and chat."

Kristen: "Did they know I'd be here?"

BB rolled his eyes: "Based on your style of throwing the criminal at the gate of the Metropolitan Police Department, it is normal to guess that you are at the criminal's house, right?"

Fine.

There are traces of her actions, but I really didn't expect that the Metropolitan Police Department, which only relied on detectives to solve the case, would find out the existence of this man almost front and back with BB.

"I know who it is, it's a policeman, and its name is..."

The sound of glass shattering made her look over in surprise.

The night was dark, and a pair of huge wings spread out, completely covering the city lights. He was immersed in the darkness, unable to see his expression clearly, but Christine felt that he was looking at her.

In front of the window, broken glass was scattered all over the floor, and the originally soft feathers were stuck on the ground like blades.

Christine knew how the glass broke.

She looks at the people outside the window.

"[Angel]."

"Are you calling me?"

Christine let go of her hand and straightened up. The man was about to jump up and run away. The next second, she stepped on his back with one foot, and pressed the glass on the ground forcefully, and the shards sank into his body.

Amidst the man's howling, she shook her head: "I didn't mention you, I thought of a person with big wings like you, and his code name is angel."

"Really? I haven't met anyone who crashes with my [personality] yet."

"If you meet him by chance, I think you will like him."

"..." He was silent for a second, then suddenly smiled, "Your attitude made me forget, I invited you to drink tea, how about it, do you want to show me your face?"

Christine: "I'm not going."

"Eh? Don't be so ruthless, think about it again? I like you very much, and I don't want to fight with you."

"I'm sorry, this matter was not discussed."

This sentence was like a signal to start a war. The feathers on the man's wings shot out like blades. With a wave of Christine's hand, the wind changed the direction of the feathers, and they were neatly inserted into the wall.

The wind dissipated, and the man flapped his wings and flew in, leaving only an unconscious man in the room. At this time, the voice of the police came from the wireless intercom.

"Hawks, that guy has gone north, hurry up!"

"understand."

There are quite a few Hero Offices in Tokyo, and it is because the Storm Vigilante can fly, and he can fly, that the Hero Public Security Committee invited him to assist in this operation.

He was obviously on vacation.

Even though he thought so, he chased after him with an interesting smile on his lips.

It was easy to understand why Christine didn't show her extreme speed. What was chasing her behind wasn't the world's fastest Blackbird fighter jet? Why was she flying so fast?

As a result, not long after, the man appeared behind her and chased after her, turning her idea of ​​going home to sleep into a bubble.

It's true that he can't catch up with her, but if she suddenly disappears in a certain area, shouldn't he tell him that she lives near that?

Furthermore, she was quite curious about how long this hero could chase her.

She had her eyes on a tall building and was about to make a sharp turn there, but she didn't expect to collide with a person just as she turned the direction.

It wasn't like bumping into someone while walking around a corner. The inertia caused the two of them to roll into a ball, and they turned twice on the roof before stopping.

The siren was circling, and Officer Nakamori poked his head out of the car window and shouted into the horn: "Kaitou Kidd, you can't run away!"

"Look, that's not the third-ranked hero..."

"Hawks, the winged hero!"

"Finally we can catch the Kaitou Kidd! Let him steal my girlfriend!"

"Get lost! Master Kidd will never admit defeat!"

Down there was a mess.

The two people on the rooftop were dizzy and just woke up.

Although I haven't seen what she looks like, but the soft feeling is indeed a girl, Mr. Phantom Thief smiled slightly.

"What a romantic escape, if it's a girl like you, I'd like to..."

Before he could finish speaking, he was slapped away by Christine who was below him.

"Run away, run away, what are you talking about?"

Phantom Thief · Magician under the Moon · Dream of Thousands of Girls · Kidd: "???"