The not-so-bright room, filled with the smell of cigarettes and alcohol, freelance writer Dodge. Wisson walked out of the bedroom with his phone.

"Listen to me, Mr. Henry, I'm sure I'll be up to the job of your newspaper's travel column."

"I've been to a lot of places, I've got a lot of experience, and I've got quite a few fans."

"No, it was just an accident that day."

"I'm definitely not a sociopath."

"No, no, no, I'm not an antihero either......"

Toot toot...

The phone hung up.

Dodge. Wieson roared angrily, picked up his phone and tried to fall to the ground, but resisted the urge and threw it on the couch.

He covered his face and sat down on the couch tiredly.

Since that day, the hype has not been countered, and Dodger's career has almost come to an end.

Originally, those newspapers and magazines that cooperated with him now dare not use his articles, for fear of being targeted by Walter Company.

The live broadcast business has also fallen to the freezing point because of the loss of a large number of fans.

He stared blankly at the ceiling before hearing a knock on the door and the landlord's voice outside.

"Dodge, I hear you!"

"I know you're home!"

"When will I pay this month's rent and water bill?"

Dodge picked up a bottle at his feet and slammed it against the door in response.

The landlord scolded and said, "Give you three more days, otherwise, you will fuck me off!" ”

Dodge shook his head, put his hands down, and touched something, he picked it up and looked at it, it turned out to be a credit card statement.

"Damn superhumans."

"Damn the Motherland!"

Dodge jumped suddenly: "Why don't you die." ”

After he had vented, he was out of breath and dejected and walked to the window and opened it.

"Hey."

A greeting was heard outside the window.

Dodge looked up and saw a man in a blue and white uniform and a helmet waving to him on the roof of a house across the alley.

Suddenly he jumped over.

Dodge hurriedly stepped back, only to step on a can and sit on the floor.

The next second.

A figure outside the window expanded instantly, and then the other party slammed into the window, fell to the floor in the shards of glass, flipped over a heel fight, and slapped off the broken glass on his body and stood up.

Dodge saw the other party's appearance clearly at this time, and was stunned: "You are Blue Eagle?" ”

"What are you doing here?"

Blue Eagle looked out the window and sighed, "yes, this is not the community I'm responsible for. ”

"You know what?"

"The community I'm in charge of is terrible."

"There are blacks everywhere, and those filthy black-skinned monkeys will only smoke marijuana every day, rob, women, and even men."

"By the way, I hate them singing the most."

"It's like a quagmire. I want to escape, you know? ”

The blue eagle pointed out the window in the distance, where a spire could be faintly seen bathed in the evening sun.

"Look at that."

"Tower of Seven."

"How bright and tall it is."

"That's where I'm supposed to be, instead of dealing with black-skinned monkeys all day."

"It's not easy to get there, though."

"I'm old, and I'm not very strong."

"To enter the Tower of Seven, I need an invitation."

Blue Eagle turned around and looked at Dodge with a smile on his face.

Dodge's pupils dilated slightly: "I'm an invitation?" ”

"Who's to say it isn't."

Blue Eagle walked towards Dodger: "A few days ago, you made a good show. ”

"I admire your courage, you dare to smear the motherland, in fact, I also see that guy flying everywhere in the sky is not pleasing to the eye, but I dare not say it like you."

"In any case, you have offended the motherland miserably."

"So I figured if I took you to the Tower of Seven, maybe I could get an invitation to join the Seven."

He bent down, grabbed one of Dodge's feet, and dragged him to the window.

Dodge yelled, "No, no, no, it's not that easy. ”

"I'm just a small character, maybe the motherland has forgotten about me."

"So, please don't hurt me."

Blue Eagle said nonchalantly: "Shut up, or I'll rip your tongue off, you choose." ”

That's when it happened.

The door to the apartment suddenly flew in and smashed into the Blue Eagle.

The blue eagle bent his arms to protect his head, and the wooden door smashed into him, smashing a gap.

The Blue Eagle stood there unscathed, tore the door open, and looked out of the gate.

There stood a cold figure.

Nearly two meters, the whole body is glowing with metallic luster, the background color is pitch black, and the color is golden.

An ironclad man appeared in the eyes of the Blue Eagle just like that.

"What?" Blue Eagle just had a question.

A red dot appeared on his face.

Then the red dot slid swiftly down the blue eagle's body.

Dodge on the ground stared blankly at this scene.

Watching the blue eagle's eyes roll with difficulty, his eyes full of fear, and the superhero's body parted left and right.

Blood and guts gushed out and fell to the ground, spilling Dodge's body.

After a few moments, the Dodgers screamed.

Suddenly, his mouth was covered, and it turned out to be the ironclad man.

The visor on the other's face rises, revealing a rough face and a thick beard.

"Shut up, sissy."

"Unless you want to bring in the police."

"But in fact, the police will be there soon."

"These sluts have trackers in their assholes, and once they're dead, the police will know."

The bearded man cursed, then stood up and looked at the two corpses lying on the ground.

"Heh, a superhero's belly is full of, it's no different."

Then he turned to Dodge: "So, can you get over here and help me?" ”

"I guess you should have suitcases at home, right?"

Moments later, two suitcases were filled with the corpses of the Blue Eagle that had been cut into pieces.

Dodge cowered in a corner, wrapped in a blanket, and watched as the bearded man in battle armor blocked a couch in the doorway.

He looked at the two bloodstained boxes again, and then said in a trembling voice, "Sir, please don't kill me." ”

"Bad seeds."

The bearded man walked over: "You weren't so cowardly in the live broadcast room a few days ago, where is the man who dared to smear the motherland?" ”

"If I had known he wasn't here, I wouldn't have come."

Dodge looked up: "You're not a superhero?" ”

"Fart, if I were a superhero, the person who would be stuffed in the box right now would be you!"

The bearded man found a cigar out of nowhere, cut it open, lit it, and took a puff.

"Well, Mr. Dodge, do you still have the guts and courage to fight superheroes?"

"But I want to warn you, even if you don't, your good days are over."

"After all, Blue Eagle's body was cut into pieces in your rental apartment, and this guy's cells are now all over the ground, and you can't tell if you take any evidence."

Dodge shook his head: "But he was killed by you." ”

The bearded man smiled, "Do you think anyone will believe you?" ”

Dodge's face turned pale for a moment, and after a while, he said, "Who the hell are you?" ”

"Get to know each other."

The bearded man stretched out his bloodstained hand: "My name is Butcher." ”