The ugly majority, the dead minority. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

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With a black sky, gray rain, and a city of neon, New York is like a spark in the ashes, with a sad, dying color.

The Watchmen will formally meet with the people of New York City today to clarify the crimes they did not commit.

Dave silently twitched his collar, knowing that his outfit would be hidden under his armor for a moment, he couldn't help but put everything in order.

Peter was already wearing his red spider suit, and he was fiddling with his spider silk launcher, which he didn't need anymore, but might be able to use it tonight.

Mindy was a little nervous, she chewed watermelon-flavored bubble gum on the window edge on one side, she held out her hand, and then the rain fell from the sky, and her little face was covered with a dark light.

"Hey, Dave, Peter." Mindy suddenly spoke, breaking the silence in the room, her voice a little hoarse, but there wasn't much emotion in it, "You say we don't look like Dr. Manhattan?" ”

"Huh?" Dave replied with a confused nasal voice.

"What Dr. Manhattan?" Peter asked curiously, he hadn't seen Watchmen so he didn't quite know what Mindy was talking about.

"Haven't you seen Watchmen? That Hugo Award-winning hero comic? Mindy turned to Peter and asked, "There's the one with Rorschach, the Night Stalker, and the Pharaoh." ”

"Oh, okay, Mindy, I haven't seen it." Peter spread his hands and said.

"Well, it's okay, Peter. Hey Dave, do you see what I mean? Turning to look at Dave again, Mindy shouted.

"You mean the time Dr. Manhattan was on Mars?" Dave looked back at Mindy, who was still beautiful, but a little haggard.

"Yes!" She admitted, "I watched that manga again last night, all night, for no reason, I just read it again." I suddenly understood why we were wearing masks, because, even though we were superheroes, even though we were helping others, we were still just freaks in the dark, we were in the minority, we were afraid of the public's gaze, and that's why we wore masks, because we knew that we weren't necessarily the ones they liked. ”

"Is it important for them to be liked? Hey Mindy, we're not toys for the masses, we don't have to be like stars and get everyone's support. Dave smiled with a pretended lightheartedness, "No need, Mindy, no need, we're superheroes, so as long as we do the right thing, we don't care what they think." ”

"But I don't want to be annoying, Dave!" Mindy lowered her eyes, withdrew her hand sticking out of the window, looked at Dave, and said slowly.

"Hey, Mindy, you're cute, you're beautiful, no one will hate you, and even if those guys hate you, so what? We love you, Mindy, and everyone at the Watchmen loves you! "And, we're all great, and they're all going to love us if we get things straight!" ”

"Hmm!" Nodding sullenly, Mindy gave up what she wanted to continue saying, jumped off the ledge, patted Dave on the shoulder, and said, "Let's go, it's almost time." ”

At eight o'clock in the evening, in the ballroom of the Grand Hotel in New York, the first meeting of the Watchmen League will be held.

Journalists and lucky members of the public made their way through the rain curtain and into the venue.

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As the only guy in the watch who has revealed his identity, this meeting was organized by Tony, although later considering the existence of Cthun, he could actually let all the watchmen appear, but in order to ensure the safety of the meeting, Daredevil Man, Big Daddy and Chris still gave up the appearance.

Together with Dalmik's employees, they will monitor the venue and take care of security.

"Now, our watchmen, please come out." A black master of ceremonies shouted into the microphone.

Dave was at the front, followed by Mindy and Peter.

As they entered, all the cameras lit up and rotated with their pace, some cheering excitedly, others with disdain and disdain.

At that moment, time seemed to slow down suddenly, and Mindy was able to see the expressions of everyone present one by one. She looked at the fanatical and excited admiration of those people, at the disdain and disdain of those people, at the playful and triumphant smiles of those people, at the greedy and dark eyes of those people.

In that moment, Mindy felt like a cargo, to be picked and entertained, perhaps to bring some warmth and happiness, but to something as small as a match.

It was a nasty, frightening feeling, she wanted to go into the shadows with her stand-in, she didn't want to talk.

However, she had to say.

"Hello everyone, I'm the Watcher, the founder of the Watchmen Alliance." Dave briefly introduced himself and handed the microphone to Mindy.

"Hello everyone, I'm a super killer!" After a brief pause, Mindy smiled and introduced herself as she was strong and that the fear of the masses was not enough to defeat her.

"I'm a good friend of New Yorkers, Spider-Man." Peter waved his hand and shouted at the people below, and suddenly, a small wave of cheers was aroused.

"The first thing we want to say here today is that we didn't blow up the Osborne Tower, it was the terrorists who did it." Dave took the microphone again, then went straight to the point, and said straight to the point, "Osborne Building, we didn't blow it up, on the contrary, we saved the people inside, we rescued all the people inside, and this time there were no casualties." ”

"But, Watchmen, we have some photos here, including you infiltrating Osborne en masse, and when you came out at the same time as the explosion. How do you explain this? A New York Times reporter asked.

"We have transcripts of the criminals here, and they say they never wanted to blow up the Osborne Building, and at the same time, from the surveillance point of view, you are the most suspicious." A reporter from another newspaper also stood up.

For a while, the scene became chaotic, and the emcee had to shout twice in a row to silence the excited reporters.

"Quiet, quiet, one by one, one by one!"

The New York Times reporter stood up again and repeated the question.

Dave nodded and replied, "What you're saying is speculation, not conclusive evidence, and the truth is, we didn't blow up the Osborne Tower, and we didn't have to. ”

"Even if you didn't blow up the Osborne Tower now, why didn't you stop it from exploding? You should stop it, and do you know how badly the American economy has suffered from the collapse of the Osborne Tower? The HSD Post reporter stood up, and the New York Times reporter asked.

"Oh, we're not gods, there's no way we can find those bombs in such a big building in such a short time." "That is, we want to, but there's really nothing we can do. ”

"Mr. Kent Alaand said that he was the one who saved everybody, that he was the one who evacuated everybody with the police, but you also say that, what do you think about that?" The third reporter stood up, asking sharper questions.

"Oh, I hope he can show a little proof, and the people we saved will always know who they are!" Dave replied seamlessly, but to be honest, he was already feeling a little tired.

"Now that Mr. Tony Stark has joined the Watchers Alliance, is he the one who made your armor? Or was it made by someone else? Does your armor use the technology of the military? Do you plan to donate to the country? The fourth reporter stood up, and his questions were already starting to touch on privacy.

"Oh, I have no comment on that."

"Excuse me, are you an adult? As far as we know, your fighting ability is very strong, how do you practice this, and do you have any compulsory education? Excuse me, does doing superhero work affect your life? Do you feel that your personality has become eccentric because of this? The fifth reporter pointed the microphone at Minty.

"I don't want to answer those questions." Mindy shook her head and refused.

"Okay then, may I ask Miss Super Killer, are you in love? Are you ready to accept commercial endorsements? Have you ever killed someone? The sixth reporter continued to deepen the topic.

Mindy felt irritated, instinctively feeling that they didn't have the authority to ask her such a question.

Noticing Mindy's frowning little brow, Dave suddenly turned sideways and stood in front of Mindy, "Hey, journalists, these have nothing to do with today's topic, I hope you don't ask these questions about privacy, we won't answer them." ”

After saying this long paragraph, the reporters finally reformulated their questions.

"Mr. Spider-Man, how did you come up with the idea to do this? And why do you want to join the Watchmen? The New York Times reporter stood up again.

"Oh, I guess, I just want to help everyone, and since I have the ability, I want to help people in need." Peter, who is usually very talkative, also seemed a little reserved at this time, "Then, I joined because the Watcher's idea is very cool, and many times, you will find that some criminals are not something you can solve alone!" ”

"So, what do you think of the murder of the famous philanthropist Mr. Wilson Grant Fisk in the street by your fellow gangster?" The HSD Post reporter stood up and asked a very sharp, scheming question.

The huge venue suddenly fell silent.

Peter panicked.

"Hmm...... Forehead ......"

Looking at those eyes full of inquiry and scrutiny, Mindy felt even more uncomfortable.

As for Dave, he stared at the reporter, wondering why the reporter had chosen to ask the question so boldly.

Luckily, on the night they got in touch with S.H.I.E.L.D., they had a countermeasure ready.

The silence, which lasted for half a minute, Dave stretched out his right hand to stop Peter's attempt, and in a calm and affirmative voice, he said, "Gangster, not a member of the Watchmen. ”

His heart was not as calm as his words, and the rejection of his companions in order to compromise was still as if it were tormenting his soul and making his face contort under his armor, even though it was just a code name.

"He's probably just a vagrant, a follower, under the banner of a watchman, who wants to be a superhero." Dave didn't know why the reporter was asking, but he already hated the guy.

He didn't want this, he hated it, but he had to say it because it was the best option for the Watchmen League without evidence.

"Why do you think he killed ...... Wilson," the reporter wanted to ask, but Dave only interrupted the guy in a low voice.

"Can you skip this question, this thing is not on topic!" There was anger suppressed in his voice, and even everyone present couldn't help but feel fear.

But the reporters just skipped the question with interest, their curiosity was not satisfied, and there were not enough revelations, so they began to speak again.

"What do you think of you, do you think you're the patron saint of the citizens of New York?" A reporter asked.

"No, we just want to help everyone." Dave eased his emotions and said sensibly.

"But the data shows that the crime rate in New York City has only dropped briefly after you showed up, and then it has been rising, is it because of you that it has contributed to more crime?"

"Oh, I guess it's just that we've cracked all the cases that go unreported, which means we've helped the police find cases that they couldn't find." Dave replied.

"Do you think the police are useless from now on? Are you more efficient than the police? ”

"This question is too sensitive, Miss Reporter!"

"There's a saying that the birth of superheroes will promote the birth of supercriminals, because your existence gives those ****** people a purpose, what do you think about that?"

"That's nonsense, I think we're more of a deterrent, a bright deterrent, where we discourage people who want to commit crimes, and those who don't fear us, oh, those things are born with them, and if they don't have us, they're still there, and when the time comes, what do you want to do?" Dave replied, he was already a little impatient, and his voice was a little rushed, "What are you going to do with those supercriminals without us?" ”

"We police can catch them!" A loud voice rang out, and everyone looked over, and standing there was Kent Aland, a young man full of righteousness, "Your actions are essentially hurting others, which is against the law, and the actions of those criminals are no different. ”

"Oh, I thought we were in self-defense." Dave spread his hands, they had a deal with S.H.I.E.L.D., and the police didn't have the right to arrest them, so he was a little emboldened.

Hearing Dave's counterattack, everyone began to laugh, but Kent Aland still held his head high and said loudly:

"Wrong! You're just spreading madness, spreading individualism, spreading whatever you want, and I tell you, the most terrifying criminal in history, the Joker, was born because of Batman, and this is the world you, these so-called superheroes, have created, even more chaotic! ”

"Hahahaha~ Well said!"

A loud and frantic screech was cleverly picked up after Kent's words fell, like the never-ending music of a musical play.

At the gate, a woman pushed the door open.

She wore tattered red and white short sleeves, blue-red shorts, a gold collar, long white hair tied into a double ponytail with blue left and red, bright red lips painted on her beautiful face, and red and blue on the sides of her eyes.

Carrying a blood-stained bat and an exaggerated and crazy smile on her face, she jumped into the venue step by step.

"Oh, this little lamb is right, the world is crazy because of you! Hahahaha! ”

(A big chapter of more than 4,000 words, count it as two more~ Thank you Brother Yang xxx God for the reward, by the way, the results of this book are really poor, panic, ask for collection, ask for comments, ask for recommendations~)