Paltrows, 1987

A man in a police uniform turned on his flashlight and walked slowly down the moss-covered steps, the sound of his footsteps being long and heavy as dragging chains. He searched nervously between the bloodstained execution rack and the rusty barbed wire by the diffuse reflection of the light, and he didn't have time to load the microbe-eroded bone racks into the garbage truck, nor did he have time to wipe the blood from the execution rack, because he had to witness a great event: in this terrible hell for death row and life prisoners, Paltros Prison, someone was released on bail!

You know, his daily task is to patrol the prison, which has basically no signs of life, wipe down the execution racks and clean up the dead prisoners, and help deliver the news. It was a boring and uninteresting job, and sometimes he could even hear the desperate cries of the condemned before the executioner's execution. Although this was all commonplace, after he heard the howl of the condemned prisoner at first, his biological instinct still made him extremely unappetizing, as if his chest was pressed by a thousand pounds of boulder, which made him extremely nauseous and uncomfortable. But after five years of grinding, he has become an indifferent Grim Reaper, and under the extremely cruel professional requirements, it is estimated that he will not show an expression when he sees anything in the future. But today, it's an exception. Although it was not known how powerful the freed man was, his superiors made it clear that he had to be brought out of prison intact, and he was the one who carried the news.

Surprised, he walked to the cell where the prisoner was located: room 114. He twisted open the rusty iron lock, and with the sound of the iron door creaking as if it would collapse in the next second, he stepped into the dark and damp cell and saw the prisoner in front of him, who was the only prisoner in this prison. He has a big man of 1.90 meters, blond hair, but his body is not too strong, although he has been locked up for two years, his skin is still miraculously white, he is wearing a prison uniform, curled up on the bed, with his back to himself, as if he is thinking about something, and there is no feeling that he is going to be freed again. "I guess this man's heart is dead. He thought pessimistically.

Suddenly, the man turned around, revealing his face. He has a slender face, a clean face, and no redundancy, but it reveals a different kind of delicacy, and it is this face that brings him a bit of chic temperament. He looked at the man, and suddenly, his pupils narrowed in surprise. The man's eyes were different from the other inmates he had seen in prison. It was a pair of bright green eyes that could infect people's moods, and those eyes, like a hungry eagle, were condescendingly overlooking the trembling prey, and like a flame that was rising higher and higher to devour people's minds, full of the madness of the strong. He changed his mind and looked at the man respectfully.

He subconsciously swallowed a mouthful of saliva: "You were released, right now... You're good to go. ”

After saying this, the flame in the man's eyes immediately disappeared, replaced by a look of surprise and disbelief at the matter: "What did you say?"

The man stood up, and the fire in his eyes returned: "So...... Who is it? What is he capable of getting me out of prison?"

He lowered his police hat: "I don't know much about this, after all, I'm just a police officer who delivers news." ”

The man's expression returned to calmness, and he held his chin with his hand: "Really...... Thank you. ”

"Good luck. He made way for the man to get out.

With a strong step, the man re-ascended the staircase that connected hell and the earth, from where he had descended two years earlier, and from where he had come up now.

According to the police department, he also has to make a release statement, and after the statement is completed, he can be released on bail.

"Your name, your age?"

"Satros Troy. 27 years old. He replied calmly.

"I'm free. He looked at the blue sky and white clouds that he had not seen for a long time, the quiet streets lined with green trees and European-style buildings, listened to the birds chirping, and felt the incomparable joy of regaining his freedom.

"Wait a minute. A voice rang out from behind him, and he turned his head.

A man in a lapel coat, white hair, and red eyes with exaggerated right bias walked out of the corner of the street.

"Your name is Troy, isn't it? You've cost me a lot of money to bail out. He held a cigarette in his hand and handed it to him.

"No, thanks, I don't smoke. Troy raised his hand and rejected him.

"Yes. Then I'll smoke it myself. He snapped his fingers, and a pillar of flame of great range came out of his hand, and the cigarette was lit in an instant.

"??!" Troy subconsciously took a step back to avoid the flames.

"My ability is to shoot lasers. This is laser ignition. It only goes so far, but it's a way to apply my abilities. Don't play stupid, I know. You also have powers, right! Only the Alien can see the abilities released by the Alien! If you were an ordinary person, you would only see the cigarette being lit in an instant, not the wisps of flames that would burn more and more fiercely, and you would feel the danger, definitely thinking that the flames that I burst out in an instant would burn you! Although this is extremely dangerous, it is also a way to verify that you are an Alien!" the man said.

"It's been investigated to the point where you are!" Troy was already sweating on his face.

"A like-minded person with you. You're also tracking down the criminal organization "Garden of Eden"! It's been hard work for you to be imprisoned for two years. The man grabbed his cigarette and hurried towards Troy.

"My name is, Madehouse J. Crowe. Please advise. He stretched out his right hand.

"Please advise. Troy took his hand, but was still a little confused.

"I know you're a little confused, I'll explain it in detail in a moment. It's a bit inappropriate to talk about business in this place, so let's talk in another place. Crowe put his hand in his waist pocket, his eyes sharpened.

"Listen to me. Troy replied.

"Here we are, here it is. Crowe smiled.

They had already arrived at the Fourth Ring Road, a full kilometer from the Third Ring Road, where the prison was located.

"Hmm. Looks like a great place to get down to business. Troy said.

It's a quiet little café, you can't see the interior from the outside, the façade is short, and the walls are peeling off a few pieces, but the sign is quite large. Most people don't come to this place because you have to look a little more closely to see that it's a café just by its humble appearance.

"Don't be fooled by its appearance, this place is actually quite tasteful. Crowe scratched his head.

The two of them walked into the room together.

As soon as Troy entered, he was struck by the stark contrast between the interior and the dilapidated outside: "I didn't expect it to be so bright inside, you are really tasteful." ”

The sleek marble floors, the small round tables made of fine mahogany, and the exquisite floor-to-ceiling headlamps all show how good the interior of this small café is, and what most people would not expect is that the interior is so spacious.

"Seeing the smile, this boss is someone I know, and he is also a strong uncle, he opened this shop alone, and he didn't ask for any helpers. But he has been doing it for more than ten years and there is no improvement, and it seems that he is about to be transferred. Crowe sighed, and then they picked a random spot and sat down. But there seems to be something sticky under each seat, I don't know if it's not wiped clean.

Crowe suddenly saw that the person at the counter was not the boss, but another young thin man, and his intuition made him ask, "Who are you, how come I have never seen you?"

The man put down his work and said with a smile, "You are the regular customer that the boss said, Mr. Crow." The owner has already transferred this shop to me, so please don't see it. ”

Crowe nodded, turned to Troy and said, "Then you just wait here, I'll go and order something." Then he got up and ran to the counter in small steps.

The new boss said, "Let's shake hands first, and ask for more advice later." He stretched out his right hand.

"Oh, please advise. Crow greeted him with his left hand.

Suddenly, Crowe felt a piercing pain, and when he looked down, the skin on his hands had dissolved!

Crowe subconsciously squatted down because of the huge pain, and at this time, a wicked smile appeared on the corner of the new boss's mouth, and said: "Your laser can only be released from your left hand, that is to say, if your left hand is damaged, you will not be able to release the laser! I've been following you while you're talking, Crowe, the organization has long found out that you kid has been sneaking around for the past few months and doesn't know what you're doing, and I'm telling you, what kind of shit your government people are pouting, and we've all investigated it clearly! And you still don't know anything about it! I just thought about how to hide the corpse so that you wouldn't find out, but I didn't expect you to be so dull!"

"Uncle, have you already been killed?" Crowe gritted his teeth.

"Crowe!!," Troy roared, and just wanted to get up to attack, but his leg was imprisoned by something, and he looked down to see that his leg was already embedded in the floor!

"The range of your ability seems to be no more than five meters. Otherwise, at this distance, you can use your ability to knock me to the ground! I don't know what kind of ability you have, but as long as I imprison you, you won't be able to hit me outside the shooting range!"

"Is that what you're capable of, bastard!" Troy pointed at him with the second finger of his right hand, biting his lower lip.

"Ahem, your name is Troy, right, but you're going to be out of prison at this time! You could have lived three more years. "I'll kill you as soon as you get out of prison", this is our established plan. The boss walked out of the counter.

"Let people die under the nameless knife... That's what the executioner did. I'm going to explain my abilities so that you can die a little more clearly. The boss's cold eyes flashed with a knife gleam.

To be continue......