After Stanley knocked the Red Mist unconscious, regardless of how he continued to bleed, he asked Dave what had happened. After Dave's answer, Stanley learned some things about him, he had to become a star because of the FBI, and after some operation of the team, the FBI and Frank's death, the FBI stopped investigating him.

And just when Dave felt that he could finally breathe a sigh of relief, he kept receiving some threatening letters and threatening phone calls, which forced him to move out of his original residence, and the guy who sent him the threatening letter was the red mist that had just broken the bridge of his nose by Stanley.

"In that case, why didn't you look for me?" Stanley was a little angry, he regarded Dave as a friend, and the other party didn't inform him when he was in trouble.

"I just didn't want to trouble you, and I thought it was just a prank." Dave's eyes flickered slightly, and he said something that he knew was a lie as soon as he heard it.

"Honestly, Dave!" Stanley was a little angry, and he still wanted to deceive himself at this time?

"I just want to live a normal life, I don't want to have anything to do with you and your affairs!" After Dave was forced to ask a few times, he broke out directly: "I like to be the king of Haibian, but because of you I have become a liar, I used to have some like-minded friends, but now they are gone, leaving me, my life has been ruined by you!" ”

Stanley squinted his eyes when he heard this, speechless. He didn't expect Dave to say that, yes, maybe it was because of them that Dave was targeted by the FBI, and it was because of them that Dave became what he is now, but wasn't all this Dave's own choice? Isn't it all for Dave's own safety?

Stanley sighed and said, "I know, I won't come to you again in the future, you take care of yourself." ”

He didn't wait for Dave's response and left the scene with a hook gun. Dave was silent for a moment when he saw it, knowing that Katie came over and hugged him, which reminded him that his female ticket had just been almost defiled, but fortunately Stanley had saved her, but he had hurt his friend's heart.

"Oh~ Katie, are you okay?" Dave sighed, then asked his girlfriend with concern.

"I'm fine, I'm just a little scared, why did those people attack us?" Katie hugged Dave's waist tightly, she clearly didn't expect anyone to shoot at them.

"Maybe it's because I used to be the king of Haibian, this guy is the culprit who deceived me last time and asked me to help him find Big Daddy, he is the Chris in our class." Dave explained.

"You mean, because his dad was killed by the big daddy, so he came to you for revenge?" Katie was smart and got the key point at once.

"Well, after all, I'm the weakest superhero among them, haha, wrong, I'm not a superhero anymore, I'm just an actor." Dave's voice sounded sad and sarcastic.

Katie kissed her male ticket, she loves Dave, not some superhero, as long as Dave has nothing to do, she will be relieved, so after Dave is portrayed as a superstar, the happiest belongs to her and Dave's father.

"What now? Call the police? Katie asked her male ticket, but the sound of a police car could be faintly heard by this time, after all, there had just been an explosion here.

"The police and fire truck should be almost there, so I'll give Grace a call." Dave said as he picked up his phone and called his agent, Grace.

In fact, to be honest, Dave doesn't like Grace and his team, because Dave feels that they are too utilitarian, and has emphasized and forced Dave several times before not to continue to associate with those superheroes, which is one of the reasons why Dave suddenly lost his temper before.

"Grace, it's me Dave, I've been attacked here, um, I'm fine, by the way, book a hotel for me, my house was blown up by those guys. Well, I see, then come pick me up. Dave turned around and held his female ticket and stayed quietly for a while, things have developed to such a point that it is not what he wants to see.

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In a bar on Fifth Avenue in Flushing, Stanley had reverted to his usual outfit at this time, and he was wearing rimless glasses and a slightly flowery face, which made him look a little more mature.

After he left Dave's place, he returned home and couldn't sleep in bed, and when he was upset, he suddenly wanted to drink something, so after a little disguise, he went to Flushing, found a bar owned by an Asian owner, and mixed in fluent Mandarin.

Of course, this is not to say that this bar can only be entered by Asians or Chinese, no one will open a bar with such restrictions, except for the kind of special bar (such as a same-sex bar), and it is easier to speak Mandarin to get in, and that's it.

"Hey, handsome guy, are you on your own?" A female voice interrupted Stanley's musings.

Stanley looked up and saw that it was an Asian girl, as for whether it was Chinese, Stanley didn't know, because the other party spoke fluent English, and it was American English, and he couldn't tell what country the other party was.

"That's right, sit down, whatever you want to drink, I'll have a treat." Stanley shrugged his shoulders and asked the other to sit down, then began to look at the woman.

A long black hair was tied at random, the facial features are delicate and belong to the more attractive kind, and the hot body is also a special among Asian women, wearing a burgundy dress, if you count the other party's makeup, you can get about 85 copies, but what makes people really remember each other is her eyes, there seems to be a flame burning in her eyes, which makes people involuntarily indulge in it.

The woman ordered a glass of Metropolis, gently tasted a sip of the reddish liquid, and casually found a topic to talk to Stanley. Stanley himself came to drink, and now it would be better to have a good-looking woman by his side, so he forgot everything for the time being, and enjoyed the beauty of women and the wine in the glass.

Stanley didn't ask each other's names, and the girl didn't ask Stanley for his name, the two of them drank wine in a tacit understanding, glass after glass, bottle after bottle, in short, Stanley didn't know how much he drank until the end, he just felt that the world was turning, and he seemed to have floated into that strange space again.

He knew that he was drunk, but he couldn't control his hands, and kept drinking with the woman, and in a daze, it seemed that someone was talking to him about something, and then he was helped up by a soft body and walked to a car, and then he lost consciousness completely.