In the evening, after a trip to the mall that can be called 'black history', Xingle finally returned home with the three girls.

“... I'm going back to my room to soothe my wounded soul..."

Xingle spit out his soul weakly and limped up the stairs, making the three girls laugh snickering.

"Okay, you three better hurry up and tell me what's going on, it's the first time I've seen Xingle look so depressed."

Eliza, who came out of the kitchen, couldn't help but laugh when she saw Xingle like this, and began to gossip about what happened.

"Actually..."

When we skipped the gossip and returned to his room, Xingle lay on the bed, panting weakly, but at the same time, he smelled the slightest aroma from his bed sheets, and couldn't help but think of Kara and Alex sleeping in his bed.

"Ah~~ I always feel that my sheets don't belong to me."

After Xingle wailed, he reluctantly got up from the sheets, and while feeling the 'malice' from the woman, Xingle took out the book from his pocket.

But this time there is something different, this time Xingle took out the book, in addition to the "Amazon-Survivor", there is also a book with the same specifications and appearance, but the color and cover are different.

The surface of the book is cyan, and the cover is a picture of a leafless tree with countless figures of various sizes gathered towards it, titled "All-Human-History".

“... It seems that this is the only way to go. ”

Xingle held a book in one hand, looking at the meaning of these two books, Xingle made a decision in his heart, this is the only way not to expose himself, as for the physical exertion, bear with it for the time being, anyway, you are used to it.

You don't have to reveal your identity, or even an ability, let's say it first, the first time I used it, I was in pain all over my body, but that was a few years ago.

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The day of the meeting, Sixth Avenue, Naxino, about 10 a.m

Bang————!!! At the beginning of a standard, a sedan rose into the air and finally smashed into the street, exploding flowers.

There is always a question, why do you always smash the car, is it that all the car manufacturers in this world have offended people and now need to make it bleed?

To get back to the point, Kurak flicked his arms, which were as thick as a cow's waist, picking, smashing, throwing, throwing, in short, as rough as he could.

As for Gata, in front of the police who were in array, he cut all the bullets fired at him in half, scattering them on the ground to form countless pieces of lead.

Are they really unicorns or stag beetles? Unarmed people are fleeing the streets, and in this case, even if they have a gun or an RPG, it is useless, and the opponent is a bit unusual.

"This is Sixth Avenue, we need support!"

——————！！！ The sound of tire slipping was heard in the ears, and the familiar jeep convoy came to the scene, and Henshaw led the team to get out of the car and handed over the situation to the current main police officer, and by the way, he led people to keep the people out of the safe zone as much as possible, but in view of the actual situation, DEO's personnel could not resist too far.

And... Helicopters have arrived, and Kateco's helicopter is already on the air for live coverage over Sixth Avenue.

"The citizens of Naxino, I believe that no one is unaware of today's meeting, but as soon as they appeared, strange insect-type aliens began to wreak havoc, and the police could not resist this level of violence, and now it is suspected that the team of the National Civil Guard has appeared and began to take over the situation at the scene."

No matter how chaotic the situation is, what is being reported now is like a disaster report, and many people watching in front of the TV can't help but be moved.

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The Leflet family

"The battle has begun, but we still haven't seen the hero who should have come, or even whether he has abandoned humanity..."

The TV host broadcast such a report, which made the four women in the living room a little uneasy, and now the most laid-back one is probably Xingle who is busy in the kitchen.

"Alright, done."

Grab a plate of boiled quail eggs from the kitchen, like a movie fan who wants to eat popcorn at a movie.

"I said that you are really calm, and you are not afraid of making mistakes at this time."

"It's a good thing to be slapped in the face, the world is always what others say, it's long overdue to collapse." Xingle took an egg, peeled the skin, and began to read the report leisurely while eating.

Of course, there is still one sentence in Xingle's heart that he hasn't said, that is: things will be fun soon, and there is nothing to eat, how can you watch it.

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Justice League Temporary Headquarters

"Aren't we going to go out yet?! If this continues, the city of Naxino will be ruined! ”

Superman was a little impatient to protest, and looking at the information on the report, Superman regretted that he had listened to Batman's advice.

"Even if we go, it won't help, and even if we solve them, people will still question the existence of extraterrestrial visitors, and we ourselves will suffer the pond fish."

Batman still has his calm attitude, although the damage is a bit serious, but the casualties are still minimal, and the dispatch now does not help much.

"But we have to at least help people to take refuge, it's a matter between us, people are innocent."

Wonder Woman made this suggestion, and in her eyes, if the safety of ordinary people came first, maybe she could still intervene.

And just when Batman was about to stop all the members, he happened to see a figure in the corner of the report, and the last words of persuasion became:

"No, the Indexers are here."

As soon as these words came out, the heroes of the Justice League turned their attention to the report on the screen.

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Scene, Sixth Avenue

The originally noisy scene was now quiet, but the atmosphere was getting heavier and heavier, and Hengshaw and more than a dozen DEO agents and combat team members hid behind the jeep and started positional warfare at any time.

And they were dealing with the terrestrial zerg led by Scaron, but now, Kurak and Gata were cleaning up the civilian facilities on the street, and Scaron was the only one who walked the messy street with a pretended grace.

"Why haven't you come yet, Your Excellency, I'm tired of waiting in Lower Scaron."

I don't know if it's intentional or not, Scaron actually said the name in a resentful tone, and the people of DEO were so angry that they really didn't pay attention to them at all.

At this moment, a voice suddenly appeared and replied to it:

"Well, can you not talk like that, it sounds like a resentful woman."

This deliberately found fault tone and words, could it be..., the DEO led by Henshaw, the terrestrial zerg who stopped hearing the sound, and the people who surrounded Sixth Avenue all looked in one direction, and even the cameras were pointed in the same direction.

Brian, wearing a combat mask, crouched next to a fire hydrant, and turned his head to look behind him with some shudder, and he saw the figure on the bench lying there at some point, as if he had been lying there all along.

The figure lay a little sloppy on the bench, a rag that covered his entire upper body, but the special handle belt around his waist already indicated his identity.

“... When did this guy sleep here? ”

Brian couldn't help twitching the corners of his eyes and looked at this positive corner who was still pretending to be asleep, should he say that he deserved to be this guy, he could be so strange when he appeared.

The figure sat up suddenly, and the rags fell, revealing the same Oriental face as before, and although it was somewhat sleepy-eyed, it finally woke up.

That's right, this guy is Xingle in the Amazon state, but the problem is, on the other side of the city, there is another Xingle watching all this at home, what the hell is this...

Amazon's Xingle got down from the bench with a different face, looked at the crowd around him, and said a little silly:

"Ah~~ Everyone, good morning."

||||Is this the time to talk about this... No one is not worried about this guy who is out of tune, why are all the 'heroes' like this now, below the average?

However, Amazon's star music didn't think about what these people were imagining about themselves, and once again silently took out the raw egg from the bag, beat it on the belt, and then ate it all raw.

Then, Amazon's star music turned his head to look at the three terrestrial zergs standing in the messy street, looked around, and said sarcastically:

"Your 'welcome alarm' is too loud, isn't it? Do you want to kill me? ”

"You can't say that, Your Excellency." As a negotiator, Scaron began to act, saying:

"Since it is to welcome Your Excellency, of course we will treat Your Excellency with the highest level of treatment."

"You don't even know my name, but you really know how to do it."

Xingle shook his head, he had heard of the thick skin of insects, but he didn't expect it to be so thick.

And the thick-skinned insect brother Scaron continued:

"It's not too late to talk about the name or something after Your Excellency joins us, so..."

"So we don't really need to say these polite words." Amazon's Xingle directly interrupted him, and said with a somewhat mocking face:

"The guy who didn't expect me to join from the beginning, why should I join."

“... Your Excellency is really smart. Scaron was a little unhappy with Xingle's single-handed penetration, but he still said:

"But do you think the humans behind you will accept you? I think you should know the answer. ”

"Do I need to worry if they won't accept me?" Amazon's Star Music replied with a rhetorical question, which made Scaron's face change, because he found that Star Music had begun to take the initiative in his words.

"You say it's a day to accept people, but if you want me to say..."Amazon's star music had a hint of madness on his face, and finally everyone heard what he said:

"It's a good day with blood splashes."

All of a sudden, the atmosphere of the whole scene was completely chaotic.

On the other side of the city, the human star music who watched the live broadcast with his family and friends evoked a small smile, and a hint of madness appeared in his eyes, putting a peeled egg into his mouth and putting it...

Chew !!