"I agree, I'm going to want to eat my wife's food tonight."

————————！！！ In the voice of Xingle, a small shadow hit the back of Xingle's head.

——————！！！ Xingle suddenly turned around, raised his whip leg and kicked the UFO into the wall, raising a curtain of wall ash, and at the same time, Xingle who retracted his legs looked at the flying prop that he had kicked into the wall, and looked at it, it was actually a baseball.

Xingle touched the right leg of his leg, the touch of the leg just kicked, Xingle could feel that a lot of fiber material was added to the inside of the ball, and it was very easy to throw, but if it was hit, the wooden baseball bat would be broken, and the metal bat would also be crooked.

Not to mention that ball speed, with Xingle's eyesight, he can almost conclude that no national team can throw that kind of ball speed, not even ace pitchers.

If that ball hits an ordinary person's head, it will break the head and bleed, even Xingle will be beaten, and there are many people who can do this kind of thing, and there is only one who specializes in baseball.

"Sports-Master, is that you?"

From the moment he first spoke to Courtney, Xingle sensed that someone was spying on him and others, more precisely, aiming at himself.

At first, Xingle thought it was the fifth person who made the mecha, but only a minute or two later, Xingle denied the possibility that Courtney and the person were colluding, and the reason was simple, the level was different.

Courtney's skills are between poor and average, and they are occasionally a little outstanding, and the person who secretly spies on himself is not at the same level of technical ability at all, and the professional level, at least the type that should be nervous after listening to the nickname.

And sure enough, the voice just now was a male voice, hoarse and tone, already middle-aged, with a wife, a partner, and the fact that the weapon used was sports equipment, it could only be the athlete.

"That's right, it's a super junior detective."

I saw another corner, a figure walked out, a tightly packed figure.

The body of the sturdy man is wrapped in several layers of special sports equipment, and the black tactical uniform is also extremely thick in design, which makes the already strong body look even more robust, and on the face is an obviously painted baseball mask.

The equipment on the body is a deadly level appliance that seems to be ordinary, but has actually been modified, that is, the ice hockey stick, which has also been modified with carbon fiber.

Sports-Master, a super-criminal who has known for a while, but has not been seen for a long time, has the extreme physical ability to win a championship in all Olympic events, which means that absolute athletic ability, and perhaps in some ways, the physical ability of this super criminal is much better than that of Xingle.

Because the victims were killed by various sports, they also have the name of athletes.

Before Xingle became a detective, the athlete had retired for several years, and to this day, all Xingle can hear is that he and his partner, a female supercriminal, have hidden their identities and gone into seclusion.

Of course, in the secluded part, Xingle didn't believe it, because if that was the case, the ball speed just now was actually thrown by a super criminal who had been in seclusion for more than ten years, and Xingle would scold that person to death.

Definitely still where to keep training, even better.

"If I say I'm here for a vacation, not to find an incident to do, can I stay in a state of not killing people and leave."

Holding that thing in his arms, Xingle stalled for time while observing his surroundings, after all... That woman is not in his sight, if she is attacked, she should forget it.

"What do you think?"

A new baseball was taken out behind him, and the face under the athlete's mask looked very warlike, but there weren't many stars.

"Every time it's like this, in fact, are you bored?"

"It's really boring, I endure not killing people every day, I can't make good money, and I'm even being complained about by neighbors who complain about this and that, I'm about to suffocate to death."

Xingle looked at the baseball he clutched tighter in his hand, and the smile on his face was a little reluctant, and the madman who complained to this guy about the neighborhood problem?

"The game is on!"

I saw that the athlete raised his leg high, injected the strength of his whole body into every side of his body, followed the movements of his body, and threw a ball at Xingle.

“！！！”

Xingle took out the small smoke bomb in his pocket in an instant and slammed it to the ground, 'Bang————! With a bang, smoke overshadowed Xingle's figure, and the downspin ball thrown by the athlete burst into the smoke, and finally penetrated the smoke and hit the wall of the alley.

“！！！”

The athlete ran up to take a look, but when he lifted the dense fog, he saw an empty space, and there was no Xingle at all.

"Damn, the escape is better than the rumors..."

Regarding Xingle's escape, the athlete squirted Xingle dissatisfied, and then saw that Xingle was gone, and the athlete was exposed again, so he had to leave first.

But not long after the athlete left, Xingle's figure changed from complete transparency to a physical state, and he already held the knight cartridge of "mighty-pirate-ex" in his hand.

The moment the smoke bomb exploded, Xingle activated the cassette, but instead of completely expanding the game field, he wrapped the game field along his body, and then used the [transparent] energy props to steal himself, which was almost impossible to do, but the power of EX antibodies is so unreasonable.

And canceled the start of the game field, Xingle couldn't help but sigh, he had a good rest, but now it has become a new event, he really thinks he is Angus, right?

"Athletes, and his wife... And..."

Thinking of the rumors about the last point of athletes, Xingle suddenly felt bad, this town seems to be more powerful than he and others thought.

"Calm down... Me, there are other superheroes in this city... What can those three-legged cats do? ”

Xingle, who is tired, finds that his conscience and reality don't seem to allow him to rest, it's really... Pit yourself, pit yourself!

And just when Xingle was thinking about how to get all this done the fastest, easiest, and least hurtful, Xingle felt it... Is this the one who is good to die or not?

Taking out the silver-framed mobile phone, Xingle looked at the messages sent to him on the phone, and finally confirmed that he really couldn't rest, Xingle had no choice but to show an expression of death.

You can't use the face that appeared before, and at the same time you have to do things in a separate way, otherwise you will be very passive, but you can use it... Well?

After thinking of something, Xingle suddenly took out his own species entry book "All-Human-History" and another species inclusion book, but the book cover was held tightly by Xingle, so he didn't see the page of the book cover.

I'm going to use this, but with EX antibodies, I should... It will work a lot better.

Xingle looked at his hand, because the use of the main ability has very strange side effects and a certain reason for the transformation, and the species that has been sealed for a while is included in the book, Xingle is finally going to use it again this time.

"In countless worlds, countless stories, myths, and legends have been written and experienced, and eternal history has been woven here."

After the sound of "all-human-history" sounded, another book was also opened by Xingle, and a recitation sounded:

"The ultimate doll that transcends a thousand years and embodies the power of the gods."

"Transfiguration."

The green light filled almost the entire alley.

A moment later.

"Why did that guy take so long?"

After waiting for Xingle's so-called 'going to buy souvenirs', Kara couldn't help but be dissatisfied, what kind of memorial shop could it take so long.

"Looking for me?"

And at this moment, Xingle's voice sounded in Kara's ears, which made the seven people shake all over, and turned their heads, it was Xingle who was holding a bunch of dolls in his arms, looking at them with a smile on his face.

"How did you get around behind us?"

"When you think about how to beat up a CIA traitor, you learn when you find out to play hide and seek with him."

Xingle shrugged his shoulders and handed the Billy the Kid dolls into everyone's hands.

"Do we have that too?"

Courtney waved the doll in her hand and looked at Xingle.

"There are great discounts, I must say, I love this town."

Xingle laughed as she handed the last of the Billy Boy puppets to her sister.

"Why Billy the Kid? This is Nebraska? ”

"I want to know too." Xingle waved his hand, and then said, "Are you interested in coming with me to the most popular restaurant in this town and telling me about this town?" ”

"Of course, who's going to pay?"

"Of course I paid for it."

"Speaking of Xingle, what's the matter with that layer of ash on your body?"

"There are too many people in the memorial shop, and it looks like the wall is dusty, but it's okay."

Xingle and the gang talked as they walked, without the slightest panic that he had just been threatened by a super criminal in a town or found a super criminal, more precisely, he himself was a little too calm.

And after they left, a figure walked out, wearing a somewhat obscure hat and sunglasses, but it was difficult to think about the appearance.

took out the silver-framed mobile phone, and the figure walked down the street with it, walking on the street while watching, quite eye-catching, but the movement of this figure represented that a very bad event would happen in this town.

"It would be nice if there were fewer things like this..."

The figure let out such an emotion, and then walked down the street......