"The new supercriminal, Laser Eye." In the grass in the distance, the man with the eyes uploaded the video recorded to Facebook, looking excited: "I've made a lot of money..."

Everyone who discovers a new type of super-criminal, in addition to a proportional share of Facebook video views, can also receive a large amount of money from the crime syndicate.

The rules set by the Speedmaster.

Video click-through rates continue to rise, with a staggering hundreds of thousands of views in just a few seconds.

What is puzzling is that there is not a single comment below the video.

Ding dong!

Several cell phone messages rang out of their pockets almost simultaneously, causing Arthur to pause and cover his forehead.

"Reading the newspaper every day makes my brain bad."

The Internet is the best way to get information.

Squatting down, from the leader's body, turned out the red shell mobile phone: "Fortunately, it's not locked." ”

Habitually check the software information notification, and accidentally find a novel news.

Looking up, the park was still so quiet, and there was no one in the park. Got up from the ground, grabbed the dollar from the bench, and slipped out of the park.

Click on the video, the body is like an electric current stimulating the whole body, and the spirit is greatly lifted. Looking back at the general direction of the shooting, he was surprised: "The paparazzi have such a smart nose?" ”

Exit the video and then leave it behind.

The little thing he did was nothing in front of those supervillains.

can have such a high popularity, it is estimated that it is also because of the bonus of newcomer buff.

Everyone wants to know him and avoid him, so as not to meet him on the street in the future and lose his life in vain.

As for revealing identities...

He doesn't care.

To put it bluntly, in this world, he behaves just like a member of the Justice League in the main world.

A "superhero" who "helps".

Be happy to send people to God.

……

Bang!

Suddenly, he received a blow to the head, and his entire body smashed into the wall and flew into the convenience store.

"Wang Defa!" The convenience store cashier screamed in horror as he watched the shelves stack against the wall and all kinds of food scattered all over the floor.

Lying on his side in the deformed shelf, Arthur's face was obscured by the shadow of the shelf, and he couldn't see his expression.

Damn the speedsters!

Got out of the shelf, shook his head vigorously, and the tinnitus gradually dissipated.

"Don't move!" The cashier held a rifle gun, trying his best to control his emotions and pretend to be calm.

Damn, I've just got this job, don't let me go back to wandering!

Glancing at him, he wiped his cheek with the back of his right hand and spat out: "Remember to reload next time." ”

The cashier was frightened by Arthur's words, and there was a hint of doubt in his heart, and finally he couldn't help but look at the rifle.

Walking out of the convenience store, the sound of crying came faintly from all over the street, more than a dozen headless bodies. The corpse lay peacefully on the sidewalk.

The child nudged the woman's corpse, his hands stained with blood, and cried out in fear.

And that's just the corner of the block.

There is no reason, no reason, no enemy. It's just Johnny Express, hunting from time to time.

There is no fixed block, no fixed time, it all depends on his personal mood.

Bang!

The cashier pulled the trigger, and the recoil snapped the gun out of his hand. Dropped on the ground.

The frightened expression could be seen that he was taken aback fiercely...

Arthur's eyes were calm and not like humans, like a pool of stagnant water. Hearing gunshots behind him, he quickened his pace and left the block.

The Speedsters, no matter what world they are in, are so annoying.

……

Inside the cramped house, Arthur tore open the plastic bag, took a bite of pineapple bread, and kept his eyes on the computer screen.

Today is August 14th, nine o'clock in the morning, the thirty-second day of his coming into this world.

The door is pushed open from the inside, and Johnny Express, dressed in a gold and red suit, appears outside the door on time, but Arthur is not targeting him.

Rather, it was the woman who sat on his right shoulder, the original child.

A woman who can change anywhere in size.

The attack is elusive and completely invisible to the naked eye.

Although he couldn't see Johnny Kuaiko's attack, it was obvious that the original child was more dangerous.

In the battle, if you don't pay attention to it and are drilled into your brain by her, then you don't have to fight.

Straight seats.

He had been watching them for twenty-eight days here with a miniature surveillance device installed around the house, and had recorded what they were doing at each point in time with his notebook.

Details down to when they eat and when they do adult things.

The red flashed, so fast that Arthur couldn't see it clearly, and slowed down thirty times, and it was still like this.

Only a quick flash of red phantom could be seen.

It's like a computer auto-fill.

To be reasonable, this is much faster than a locomotive, at least three locomotives.

"They leave their residence once a day and don't know when they will return, for a maximum of five hours and a minimum of an hour." Arthur said to himself, "It's not rigorous, but I can't wait that long. ”

The watch sets a countdown timer and the time is set to ten minutes.

He's going to sneak into Johnny Kuaike's house and give them some surprise.

This world is different from the black-robed world, and the "heroes" will not be threatened by a little bit of black history, because they are already black enough.

Entering through the main entrance? No, Arthur wouldn't do that, he went around to the back of the house, never locked windows, and cautiously entered the house.

It has been observed that Johnny Express consumes a lot of high-calorie food every day, and the former children like to drink a carbonated drink called the convict soda.

Go straight to the refrigerator, take out more than a dozen cans of drinks from the black backpack, drop all the same cold drinks in the refrigerator, and carefully turn the direction so that the front label is the same as the can label when it was taken away.

Then he took out a bottle of green liquid from the inner layer of his clothes.

This is the psychedelic drug he got from the psychiatrist, Jonathan Klein, who went to Gotham City specifically.

It only needs to be added in small quantities in food...

The patient will recall the deepest fears in their hearts.

Yes, Jonathan is the Scarecrow isotope of the Overworld.

It's just that unlike the Overworld, here he is a "serious" doctor who is dedicated to "curing" supercriminals.

The green liquid slowly dripped from the mouth of the bottle and splashed onto the pizza, creating a strange chemical reaction.

Arthur didn't know chemistry, but he saw the water droplets turn into a green mist, spreading around the pizza, and hurriedly closed the refrigerator.

Jonathan had told him that the fog would be in an enclosed space and seep into food.

They eventually become colorless and odorless, follow the aroma of food, burrow into the lungs of the "patient", and thus achieve a "therapeutic" effect.

"I don't know if freezing food has any effect." Using his own rag to wipe off the fingerprints left on the refrigerator and trying to remove the marks left on the blanket, Arthur returned the way he came.

Back inside the hut, silently watching.

Didi! Didi!

The electronic wristwatch beeps to indicate the end of Arthur's countdown.

Press the confirm button and the sound stops.