There was a fire burning in the closet, and Killian stood on the side, glancing at the little short legs.

He felt the little short legs glaring at him with their nostrils.

If Anna knew how Killian felt, she would say that she was, that she just hated Killian, from the bottom of her bones.

Killian didn't know what Little Shortleg was thinking, but when he saw her, he thought of someone holding a goblet.

Tony stark.

For seven years, he tossed and turned to miss the big guys.

This guy has no one in his sights.

He still remembers Stark's eyes, at the New Year's Eve party in Bern.

I remember it very clearly, as if it was carved into a bone.

Every time he thought about it, anger rose in his chest.

This guy actually thinks of himself as Nothing.

On the rooftop that day, he made a vow that he would trample Stark on the soles of his feet, press him to the ground, and rub it for the rest of his life.

These seven years of struggle are just for such a day.

He's going to tell Stark, tell Stark what it's like to blow the cold wind on the rooftop, and then loudly declare to Stark that I'm the one you've treated like shit.

Anna Hansen, no, this time should be called Anna Stark.

Killian turned his head and stared at Anna, holding the bottle's little short legs.

This guy really deserves to be the heir of Stark, the inheritor of 23 chromosomes.

Just that look, looking at his own eyes, was exactly the same as Stark, like carved out of the same mold.

He once wondered why Little Shortleg hated him as soon as they met, treating him as an enemy.

He felt that he was doing a good job, and for a while he tried to treat the little short legs as his own daughter.

Until Maya tells the truth.

Anna turned out to be Stark's daughter.

He suddenly understood that the reason why the little short legs hated him - genetic inheritance.

"Uncle Cillian, why are you holding a baseball bat?"

Anna asked, hugging the bottle.

Killian waved his baseball bat and clenched it tighter.

He wanted to hold the baseball bat with both hands now, lift it up, and smash it down with a stick towards Tang Yuanjing.

One stick is not enough, two sticks, two sticks are not enough, bang ... It's to take a stick.

Hammer until she bleeds, hammer until she is deformed, and knock her to pieces.

I hate this little short leg.

Anna held the bottle in her two chubby hands and took a sip.

She doesn't have as much inner drama as Killian.

There are no complicated emotions, Anna is extremely innocent and looks down on Killian.

She felt that comparing him to Quasimodo was lifting him up.

Hugo's denigration of Quasimodo is unforgiving.

"God gave him all the ugliness".

Geometrically distorted face, square nose, all-encompassing, and doing the most menial work.

He was never noticed, and he was rarely treated as a human being.

It looks like he's a little guy.

Looking at Killian now, he is well-dressed, his feet are not lame, his teeth are not yellow, his braces have been corrected, he looks like a social elite, much cleaner than the bell tower weirdos of Notre Dame Cathedral.

But if it's better than the eyes.

Quasimodo's eyes were pure.

And in Killian's eyes, Anna could feel the mixture of sludge, sulfur, and magma.

It's like holding back a breath of anger and wanting to shout to someone, don't bully the poor youth, thirty years in Hedong and thirty years in Hexi.

In essence, it is exactly the same as the evil spirits that crawled out of hell, dragging sulfur magma and declaring sovereignty to the world.

Anna thinks that if it is explained by psychology, it is the pride caused by low self-esteem, the extremism caused by pride, the paranoia caused by extremism, and finally the anti-social.

Simply put, it is a marginal social personality.

Myrrh.

No one tried to save him.

Pep avoided him for three thousand miles, Maya didn't want to be with him, and even Garcia made a small report in Anna's ear that Dr. Killian was not bright enough.

They are purely sensual distant.

Anna, she thinks that feelings are a synthesis of reason, a summary of life experience.

It's like machine learning, it's not clear, but it's just easy to use.

So Anna believes in feelings, and she also feels Kirian frustrated.

But Anna was a pacifist, and she still held the idea of sitting down with him and talking about the Manchurians.

Inside the banquet hall, behind the plywood, in the wall mezzanine, above the ceiling, and below the floor, four 304 stainless steel tracks were laid, adding up to sixteen, and on the tracks, the laser emitter moved with the movement of Killian and the others.

As soon as Anna flicked her finger, the laser emitter would shoot out sixteen beams, instantly generating a high temperature of 6,000 degrees, and the beams swept across and slashed wherever they swept.

Maya walked out of the room, took out the USB drive, and handed it to Killian.

At this time, the door of the house suddenly opened, and the pouring rain poured in down the door frame, and a woman broke into the house.

"Maya, Dr. Killian has..."

Garcia.

"What's there?!" Maya asked.

Garcia looked at the big man in the room, and then at Killian, who was standing up in the center of the banquet hall, and felt that he had come at an inopportune time.

She rushed back when she noticed that there was a problem with the AIM-related accounts.

Took out his phone and tried to call Jeffrey - no signal.

She finally understood why Maya couldn't get through on the phone.

Signals are blocked inside the castle.

"Phone." Garcia whispered through his lips.

The first thing he couldn't bear was the bearded and bald head, he took a few steps, walked in front of Garcia, ignored Garcia's struggle, picked her up, dragged her to the sofa, and then turned back to Killian and said.

"You're afraid of two orphans and widows."

Several other people also made moves, two went up to grab Maya from left and right, and one came up to grab the little short-legged suspenders.

Sure enough, the bearded man with a big bald head has a higher status than Killian.

In less than a moment, Garcia and Maya were tied together, stinky socks in their mouths.

Anna was thrown on the couch, untied, not looking, and giving her the bottle.

Anna was also helpless, clasped her hands, hugged the bottle, and waved her hand at the eager metal spider.

She still didn't know what the Ten Commandments were up to.

Listening to the bearded big bald head reprimanding Killian, what is the general order, let Killian blow up the White House.

Also heard about the deployment of missiles in Jericho, the desperation virus human bomb, what a whole bunch of balabalas.

Wow... Bombing the White House, Anna felt as if she shouldn't care about it, she had a long-standing grudge against President Brown.

At this time, it happened to be the time when the US military and Afghanistan were in full swing, and it seemed that the bearded and bald head was the Taliban force, and perhaps the Taliban was under the control of the Manchurians.

Anna decided to stay put, anyway, the laser resonant network was launched at a speed of speed.

And Anna felt that she could solve five people in ten minutes.

Metal spider, Anna resentful, ten seconds?

Anna looked up at the metal spider, who nodded.

A little expert in digging out his heart and lungs, specializing in hunting down omega-level mutants.