Late at night, the street lights are dimly lit.

Jonathan, who had just returned from a delivery trip, was driving a pickup truck and driving on the suburban road with a slightly sad face.

A lot has happened in recent days.

The eldest son accidentally lost his ability, and the younger son has been hiding his superpowers for so many years, leaving the town for Gotham in order to chase Avery away.

However, in the past two or three days, the youngest son has been talking to the family on the phone, which reassures him and his wife a little.

"I just heard on the phone that David has found Avery and should be back soon."

Jonathan's face was slightly less worried.

Drip, drip!

A dilapidated blue sedan in the back honked its horn to get Jonathan out of the way.

Jonathan frowned and turned the steering wheel to give way to the side, but the man seemed to be in a hurry as if his butt was on fire, and the deafening horn didn't stop at all.

"Hey, dude, don't you want to be in such a hurry!"

When the car came up, he rolled down the window and greeted him dissatisfiedly.

The sedan didn't seem to hear it at all, and in the cab of the car, a middle-aged man in a white coat was a little sloppy, with a bit of down-and-out scholar temperament, and his palms trembled and he was talking excitedly on the phone.

"Richard, I made it, I really made it...... Hahaha! ”

A pot of peculiar-looking sunflower-like flowers in the passenger seat was sealed in a glass jar.

He looked at the jar on the phone, his eyes burning as if he were watching the greatest scientific discovery of the twenty-first world.

"It's you.

What time is it, Hamilton, I'm ready to go to bed after dinner, and you call me at this time. ”

The person on the other end of the line scratched his head, his tone distressed.

"Listen, I made it!

No, to be exact, I'm halfway there, but it's enough for me to get my old accolades back. ”

Hamilton was once a hot figure in the scientific community, having been part of a state-organized scientific team studying the stones and soil brought back from the moon by the Apollo as a young man, and the scientific community thought that he would be one of the strong Nobel laureates sooner or later until he published an article.

——On the role of meteorites in genetic evolution and mutation.

Without any argument and almost fantastical conjecture, the scientific community was in an uproar, and they all thought he was crazy, and since then all the funding and honor have left him, and he has to return to his hometown and hide in the woods to study.

"I have successfully used the meteorite to evolve the genes of a local flower called devil flower, which has become extinct in the harsh planting environment, and it can now be grown even on ordinary land, you must take a look and help me make a statement."

"Devil Flower, that doesn't sound like a good name." Hamilton was eager to share his work, but the tone on the other side of the phone was casual, like that of a mentally ill person.

"It doesn't matter, you know what this thing represents, I'll ...... right away"

The excitement rushed straight to his head like a torrent, Hamilton's pupils dilated, he couldn't help himself, and he wanted to continue.

In front of the road at night, a rock slammed down, and he couldn't grasp the steering wheel while driving with one hand, and the car lost control and rushed to the side of the road.

"No!"

Facing the slope beside the road, he held his mobile phone in his hand and looked terrified.

Boom!

Running over the slope, the car rushed out, spun around a few times, and fell upside down to the ground.

Laugh at!

Violent braking sounds, pickup truck stops to light up the scene.

"Oh my God."

Seeing that the person in front of him had a tragic car accident, although he had just been impolitely dripped by the other party's horn, seeing that his life was at stake, Jonathan did not have a trace of joy and hurriedly got out of the car to rescue.

The driver who was in a coma with blood on his forehead was dragged out of the upside-down cab with great effort.

Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of a pot of broken flowers lying at his feet, as large as a silver platter, like a yellow moon, with a faint green glow on it.

He smelled a strange fragrance coming over him, and his body was inexplicably hot but he didn't care.

Towing the man a long way to the side of the road, away from the vehicle that had started the accident, Jonathan took two breaths and quickly dialed 911.

……

Heavy curtains, dimly lit room.

Fluffy and expensive big bed.

Avery was bare-chested, and two mature models snuggled up to him with blush on their faces, feeding him fruit like maids from time to time, and playing the electric light against the newly installed projection screen.

The villain on the curtain is armed with a machine gun and slaughters the enemy soldiers.

The excitement of the game excites him.

Everything is as imagined, he comes to Gotham, and with the power of thunder and lightning to give him god-like power, he easily subdues one of Gotham's most powerful gangsters, and enjoys a luxurious life that he could only think about in dreams before.

"But it's not enough."

Pressing the buttons wildly, his eyes scorching with flames.

The meteorite is his weakness, and if he doesn't solve it one day, one day it will press on his chest like a stone, and it won't make him completely happy.

"Falcone's funds and manpower are almost as good as they can be."

When he gets all the meteorites in the hands of the townspeople, and then turns the town over and destroys all the meteorites underground, there is nothing on this planet that can stop him.

Don't hide yourself without scruples, then the whole world will be his game, and he will become the king of the world.

"When that happens, I can do whatever I want."

The people on the curtain were shooting wildly, and Avery had a hint of tyrannical hideousness in his expression, like a brutal dictator about to take control of a country, which scared the two models next to him.

Boom!

The glass window shattered, and a figure with bat-wings spread behind cast a large shadow and flew into the room.

……

"Who?"

"There is a killer, protect the boss!"

The sudden attack, the people in the room were in a mess, and they pulled out their guns and pointed them at the incoming people.

From the outside of the manor, I saw that there was only one window in several ancient castles dozens of meters away, and through the gap between the curtains, there seemed to be a few people who were not like small minions discussing something secretly.

Too lazy to spend more time with those gangsters and hounds, David simply burst out with powerful kinetic energy under his feet, and his body broke into the house like a cannonball across seventy or eighty meters.

"You're Carmen Falcone?"

Glass shards flew out, and in the panic of everyone, David's eyes locked on Falcone, who was protected by everyone.

"This is the fifth floor, how did he get up?"

Seeing that David was dressed in a suit and did not have any climbing devices on his body, several people shouted in surprise.

"Shoot, shoot, kill him!"

Hearing the movement in the house, the guy guarding the door quickly broke in with a submachine gun, and shot at the only stranger in the house with several other people in the house.

Da-da-da-da!

A typewriter-like voice rang out in the room.

The submachine gun bullets hit Davy in a row, and he didn't even break his clothes, and he lost all kinetic energy in an instant, and saw Falcone being covered by several people and fled in the direction of the door.

He casually flipped the mahogany desk by the window.

The wooden table of hundreds of pounds roared and rolled away in the air, spanning six or seven meters and smashing two guys with submachine guns at the door, blocking the way.

Everyone looked shocked, and Falcone froze.

"You haven't answered my question yet."

David looked at him coldly, as if it was not a life level at all, as if an elephant was facing an ant, and the powerful momentum it exuded was suffocating,

"That's enough, you idiots, stop shooting."

Seeing that David's bullet was unscathed, Falcone was shocked and pretended to be angry and shouted, looking at David, his head lowered slightly, his hand on his chest, and a respectful smile on his face.

"Sir, I'm Falcone, is there anything I can do for you?"

It's not at all like a gang boss facing a man who suddenly breaks into his house and kills his men, but like a humble broker who comes to the door of a distinguished customer, with great courtesy.

"You've got an unusual guy here, right?"

David's eyebrows furrowed slightly.

"Where is he?"

"Of course, he's ......"

When Falcone saw David, he felt like he had found the kid named Avery who was scrupling about something.

Think about it, in just a few days, two powerful monsters that are not afraid of bullets have broken into his manor, will it be okay?

The chance to get rid of that kid's threat and control may have come.

Falcone, whose heart was on fire, was halfway through when a roar rang out from outside the broken window where the night wind whirred in!

Another castle, a room with a fire.

A figure spread its batwing wings and glided down slightly embarrassed.

He ...... He's in that room."

(End of chapter)