"Windsor..."
Generally speaking, it is impossible to stop witches' teleportation skills midway, but in such a bizarre world, anything can happen.
For example, now, during Mrs. Windsor's teleportation process, it seemed as if time had stopped, and she was like being pulled into a strange illusion. The red and purple magic power around her was churning, creating a rather unreal world.
Ghostly shadows were jumping around, and from time to time there were elongated screams like the devil, like the reflection of hell. A burning nebula flashed in front, just like the appearance of a big villain.
But the Windsor Witch didn't care.
She seemed accustomed to everything in front of her, and a low voice sounded in her ears.
With a hint of warning.
"Don't fight them, Windsor, you can't win!"
The charming Lady Windsor frowned when she heard this voice and said coldly:
"Devo! Stop hiding! Come out!"
"I don't!"
The voice stopped being mysterious and said openly:
“I have retired. I am very weak now. If I suddenly show up in front of my ex-girlfriend who has been entangled with me for more than a hundred years, I will be beaten to death by you.
But Windsor, listen to me and don't fight them.
They don’t just come with bad intentions, I’ve told you countless times, listen to me…”
"I don't want to hear it!"
The witch snorted like a proud little woman.
He waved his hand and left this dreamlike place, leaving the man, whose appearance had a cool special effect but an awkward ending, with his words stuck in his throat.
After more than ten seconds, he said helplessly:
"Okay, okay, go crazy. Anyway, you know I will always clean up the mess for you at the last moment. Women, when they are pampered, are always so fearless.
But your stupid millennium mission may have been wrong from the beginning.
I have reminded you countless times, but you are still as stubborn as ever.
well.
As an old man who is almost 200 years old, do I need to play the hero-saving-the-beauty trick again?
Oh my god, I’m from hell.”
——
"Bang"
In Brooklyn, New York City, several robbers who robbed passers-by were blocked by pink blocks that suddenly fell from a dark alley while escaping.
The blocks emerged from the smoke, and quickly turned from gas to solid, whizzing down like stacked Tetris blocks, blocking the way in an instant.
The robbers turned around in panic and tried to pull out their guns.
All they saw was a wisp of golden hair fluttering into the alley, followed by the sound of fists hitting flesh. The robbers could not even see the figures of the attackers, but they felt the heavy blows of punishment falling.
Mixed in with the cries of pain was the strange sound of camera shutters constantly clicking.
Mike, who was standing on the wall, put away his camera and shrank his head. He looked at his violent girlfriend who was beating up the bad guy. She no longer had any of her previous weakness.
Now he clenched his fists and punched like a boxer, which was quite consistent with Mike's pursuit of the heroic image.
She is a fighter!
And his own armor.
The college student hero squatting on the wall looked at Denise's well-fitting, cool and stylish female warrior uniform with admiration.
It is black, has a tight-fitting structure, and comes with a cloak as wide as dragon wings. There are various patterns sewn with golden thread on the edges of the special texture of the armor and the cloak.
It's like a decoration.
But it’s not.
Before leaving, Miss Gu Miao taught them how to use the spirit-attaching arrays. They only needed to inject magic power to achieve various magical effects, from hiding, to strengthening defense, to gliding, to absorbing magic shocks.
Mr. Dove has a unique word to describe the two sets of battle suits he left behind. What is it called? "Magic Weapons"?
Anyway, it is a word that is difficult to pronounce and carries a mysterious air.
He looked at his seven-colored battle suit again.
The overall shape is simple and elegant, and it is also equipped with a cool cloak, but in order to match Mike's abilities, seven colors are interwoven on the armor and cloak, leaving large patches of paint like postmodern works of art.
When Mike moves quickly, he looks like a shining rainbow.
The employee benefits are really good.
"Great, let's go."
A few minutes later, Denise finished a round of boxing violently, shook her long hair with satisfaction, turned around and snapped her fingers at Mike, and her weak boyfriend smiled and used the spray to shape the stairs and walked down the wall.
He waved the camera in his hand and said:
"If you take a few more photos like this, I've already contacted the media company. Soon, baby, you'll be famous. Justice Company won't ignore you, a rising star.
But, have you thought of a hero code name?"
"Um."
Denise reached out and pushed the half-covering, black bat-like mask on her face.
She said:
"Let's call it 'Night Owl', what about you?"
"I?"
Mike shrugged and said:
"I will call myself 'Mr. Fog' from now on, to learn from my boss. Besides, the name Night Owl has already been taken by someone else. There are seven people running around with this name in New York alone.
You have to change it.”
"Black cat?"
“Yes.”
"Canary?"
“Yes.”
"Damn it, Wonder Woman..."
"Yes, we have them all. All the good names in the Divine Power series have been taken."
Mike shrugged, looked back at the robbers who were beaten unconscious and piled up together, and shook the spray in his hand.
He waved his hand and turned the sprayed black spray into ropes, tied up the bruised and swollen guys, and placed their stolen goods next to them.
Then he said to his girlfriend who was stretching her legs with her hands on her hips:
"Why don't you just call yourself the Nameless Heroine first? When you join Justice Company, let them assign you one. I heard that they have registered a lot of cool hero code names in advance.
I can always get a good one.”
"That's fine."
Denise, wearing a mask, tilted her head, thought about it, and agreed to the plan.
She and her boyfriend walked quickly to the edge of the alley and got into a low-key business car. Mike sat in the driver's seat, looked back at the alley, took out his cell phone and dialed a number.
"Hello? NYPD? This is a street hero who wishes to remain anonymous. A group of armed robbers have been subdued on the side of a 7th Street alley in Brooklyn.
They are in danger, please send police as soon as possible and take them back to where they belong."
After saying that, Mike hung up the phone in a cool manner.
He stepped on the accelerator, making the car make a big circle on the street and speeding in the opposite direction. Denise, who was sitting in the passenger seat, picked up a tablet computer.
She glanced at the densely packed red Xs on it and said:
"Next up, the Irish gang's burglary den, three blocks away, and then that group of vampire-worshipping thugs in Harlem, after we deal with that, we'll go get lunch.
I have other things to do this afternoon.”
"Um."
Mike, wearing a colorful mask, nodded and said:
"Mr. Pigeon asked us to find a manufacturing park that's big enough, maybe to register a company or something. I remember there's a small car factory on the other side of the Hudson River.
We used to hang out there when we were kids, but they went bankrupt a few months ago and the place is for sale.”
"Okay, let's go check it out this afternoon."
Denise leaned back in her chair comfortably, closed her eyes and rested. After a dozen seconds, she came to her senses and said:
"We have to prepare a set of formal clothes. We can't wear this to discuss business. Besides, didn't Mr. Pigeon say that the real person in charge will contact us in a few days?
He said 'come here'.
So, our future boss is not from our world either? Hey, Mike, where do you think Mr. Pigeon and his gang are from?
Is it among the stars?
Are they aliens? But they don’t look like that to me.”
"No, it shouldn't be."
Mike was a very well behaved young man, and discussing his boss's private affairs in private made him feel a little uneasy, but since the topic had come up, he didn't want to hide it from his girlfriend.
He then told her about his encounter with Mr. Pigeon before she woke up.
Finally, under his girlfriend's gossipy gaze, he concluded:
“Mr. Pigeon, Miss Moon, and Miss Gu Miao, they are all pure humans like us, but they have magical powers that allow them to travel through various worlds.
As for Miss Werewolf, she should be their guard.
When Mr. Pigeon saved you, he said he was a businessman who sold dreams. I think this self-proclaimed title is great, although his actions are always a bit rough.
But I think he came into this world with no ill will towards us.”
"You worship him?"
Denise felt a hint of a fan from Mike's words, and she said in a strange tone:
"After you saw with your own eyes that Mr. Pigeon destroyed a seemingly powerful secret organization, you still admire him so much? Mike, I remember that when you were a child, you didn't like this kind of anti-hero role?"
"But I'm grown up, baby."
Mike turned the steering wheel and said gently:
"I already know that this world is not as beautiful as those heroes claim. I have learned to accept reality. Even after I came into contact with strange objects and gained power, I didn't know what direction to work towards.
But now, I know.
I hope that just as Mr. Dove realized our dreams, I can also help other people in need realize their dreams, no matter what method I use.
This is my future.
I want to tell those kids that besides packaged superheroes, there are real, pure heroes who only protect beautiful things."
He glanced at Denise beside him. His girlfriend was staring at him with wide eyes.
After a few seconds, Denise shrugged, closed her eyes again, and said:
"Well, I wish you a bright future as a hero, Mr. Fog."
"Good luck on your journey too, Ms. Power."
The two young men greeted each other in a pretentious manner, and then burst into laughter at the same time. Amidst the joyful laughter, the car whizzed through the street and sped towards their next destination.
Tremble, criminals!
Superheroes are coming!