"Welcome to Dodge's live broadcast room."

"I'm your good neighbor and friend, Dodge who reports first-hand for you every time. Winston! ”

"I haven't seen you for a while, and many friends say I'm confused."

"It's a rumor, I'm still fighting, friends."

"I still insist on revealing the truth for everyone!"

"Just like this time, the motherland has once again been pushed to the forefront."

"Now even the NSA can't look at it, yes, what have the superheroes brought us all these years?"

"Is it really protecting us?"

"Or rather, protecting us is just a fun game in their eyes, and they don't care about us at all."

"Otherwise, why are there so many superhero victims?"

"As far as I know, a lot of innocent people have been injured or even killed because of superheroes."

"I know a lady who was saved by a superhero, but when the hero saved her, he didn't think about her fragile lumbar spine as an ordinary person."

"Unfortunately, the lady had to spend the rest of her life in a wheelchair."

"And a male friend, he's lucky, he even has a superhero girlfriend."

"But in a primitive movement, when they were on the pinnacle of the flesh, his feminine figure cut off the man's masculine symbol."

"What a pathetic fellow."

"And people like these unlucky people, who are injured or even killed because of superheroes, are a staggering number every year."

"If you want me to say that Walter should publish this data, superheroes should also follow the law, and when they play hero games, think more about us ordinary people!"

In one room, Mr. Butcher smoked a cigarette and smiled as he looked at the freelance writer foaming at the ground in front of his phone.

"The number of people online in the live broadcast room is surging, but I didn't expect this guy to really have a set."

Nearby, a small man fiddles with a computer.

Suddenly, a dumbbell was dropped on the table, almost hitting his computer.

The little man spread his hands and said, "Damn it, breast milk, don't throw your things around." ”

"Shut up, French, or do you want to fight me?"

A strong black man said, crossing his waist.

Frankie raised his middle finger at the black man and said to Butcher: "But public opinion alone cannot kill the countryman." ”

"And, seriously, don't you think you'll have to find a weaker, smaller target to strike at first?"

"It's like an onion, we have to peel it off layer by layer, not like now, the motherland is not an onion, but a cactus, and a large one."

"If we're not careful, we'll have needles all over our hands."

Butcher turned around and looked at his old mates, who had spent a lot of thought and saliva getting the two troublesome guys together.

"Of course, public opinion can't kill the motherland, but it can make him get into trouble."

"He's in trouble right now, and we're going to add fuel to that problem."

"It doesn't matter if he burns to death or not, the important thing is that you can draw his attention away, understand, fools."

Breast milk looked at the time: "You'd better fart quickly, I still have to pick up Jenny from school." ”

Frankie whistled, "Wow, our Mr. Breast Milk is still a good dad." ”

The mother milk grabbed his collar and said, "Let me listen to you one more word, and I will stuff you in the trash." ”

"Besides, I'm a good father, always."

Frankie tapped a pistol at the black man's waist and said, "If you don't let go, I'll treat you to a bullet, and I hope you'll want these hard-erected babes." ”

"I've said enough, idiots."

Butcher raised his mouth: "Are you going to continue the quarrel, or do you want to help me keep an eye on a bewitching slut." ”

"Which slut?"

The French and the blacks were separated.

Butcher snorted, "The Devil's Claw, the Locomotive's woman." ”

"Maybe she'll know why the locomotive is rampage on the road."

The mother milk spread her hands and said: "The locomotive is dead, is it useful to investigate him now?" ”

"I don't know, but do you have a better option?"

"Or do you want to go straight to the Motherland?"

Butcher pointed towards the door: "If the answer is no, then do as I say." ”

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Tower of Seven.

Just after dealing with the reporters, Ashley, who was anxious, received another notice that the motherland was looking for her.

"It's up to me to resign."

"I can't do this job anymore."

Although she complained, before entering the command hall, Ashley adjusted her mood in time, smiled, and walked in full energy.

"Motherland, is there anything you need me to serve?"

Azu glanced at the woman lightly and smiled, "Miss Ashley, is there a guy in our company who can deform?" ”

"Shapeshifters?"

Ashley nodded, "There's such a person." ”

"Call him, I've got something to look for him."

Twenty-five minutes later, a sexy, blonde woman with a big wavy hairstyle walked in.

"Good afternoon, motherland."

Azu's eyes flickered with a golden light: "Show me your original appearance, don't waste my time." ”

Looking at Azu's eyes without a hint of a smile, this blonde beauty suddenly deformed and turned into a man with a shiny face and fat head and big ears.

The corners of Azu's mouth raised slightly, then he turned around and said to the city outside the floor-to-ceiling window, "I want to ask you for a favor." ”

The shapeshifter was flattered: "It's my pleasure to serve you. ”

Azu nodded: "Although I am not a government official, my common sense tells me that the Supreme Court accepted the complaint filed by the Security Bureau so quickly, and a hearing was already ready in three days. ”

"It's kind of incredible, as if there's someone behind the scenes pushing for all of this and giving the green light all the way to it."

"I know you have a way to get into the government, so I'd like to ask you to help me find out who's doing this."

"Who wants to send me to prison so much?"

The shapeshifter shuddered, this wasn't a good job, the water was too deep, deep enough to drown him.

He couldn't help but hesitate.

Azu didn't urge, holding his hands behind his back, as if he had turned into a stone sculpture.

As the minutes ticked by, the shapeshifters sweated profusely, and finally their fear of Azu overpowered everything.

He wiped his sweat and said, "I'll do my best to do this." ”

"No, no, no."

"It's not enough to try."

Azu turned around, and a dark cloud drifted from nowhere, blocking the sunlight outside, making the light in the command hall a lot dim.

In the eyes of the shapeshifter, the motherland turned into an oppressive figure, and then the figure's eyes lit up golden, as if the sun was hidden inside.

"You've got to fight hard."

"Desperately try to find out the truth for me, understand?"

The shapeshifter's teeth trembled slightly: "Understood, motherland." ”