Omir sighed tiredly, and became more and more self-contained.Although Neil hated the police, the situation forced him to call the police, and soon, the police car whistled and the driver and nurse were dragged out of the car by the police to control it, and after a while, the message came on the intercom that it was a real first responder, who was found in the suburbs a few kilometers away, and had been dead for a long time.This is a rather bad criminal case, although the recent ambulance accidents are not unique, but most of them are car accidents or sudden illnesses, like this one, it is still the first one.This quickly attracted the attention of the police.The doctor, who survived, took a long vacation, and Brant and Neil returned home.But not everyone has such good fortune as they do.Almost at the same time, on Miami Beach, not far away, a sloppy man curled up and fell to the ground, unconscious.A huge wave crashed and smashed the man, and on his unshaven face, his brow furrowed slightly, and another wave washed in, and his eyelids trembled slightly, and then opened suddenly.It was a pair of numb and blank green eyes, looking at the sea, but not reflecting a single wave.The man had unkempt hair, a vicissitudes of life, was wearing tattered armor, and blood oozed from many places on his body.One of his cuffs was empty, and the man struggled to sit up, his mind in confusion as he looked at the sparkling sea.One moment he was a 15-year-old carefree teenager who fought side by side with his high comrades, one moment he was a 25-year-old killing machine with no past, one moment it was the failure of the bomb dismantling and the fire swallowed the plane and the two blue figures, and the next moment was the dark training and fighting that added one scar after another to his body, and the two memories filled his brain, invading each other, devouring each other, the man hugged his head in pain, groaned and bent down.A blue figure gradually solidified in front of his eyes, but before he could see it clearly, it was accompanied by a bang, shattering and mottled and disappeared without a trace.In the moment of confusion, there was a calm and broken voice saying don't move, don't look back, he seemed to be protected by a tall figure, sinking in the firelight of the sky, his breath gradually lowered, the pain cries gradually decreased, the figure struggling on the beach gradually calmed down, after the exhaustion and pain, the man lay on the beach, and fell into a coma again.As the night faded and the sky turned white, the fishermen who had gone out to sea returned to the shore and saw a humanoid object not far from the shore at a glance.Kill!
The fishermen screamed and ran away.After a few more minutes, the ambulance drove over, and the ambulance workers in white coats and disinfectant masks rushed out, carried the person on a stretcher in the crowd, and brought them back to the car.The ambulance sped away and the crowd dispersed, just then the police car and another ambulance arrived late.The police pieced together the whole story from the few remaining onlookers, only to suddenly find that there was an illegal imitation ambulance that picked up the seriously injured patient.On the ambulance that had already driven more than ten kilometers, the white coats took off their masks, and a young man nervously interrogated, we just snatched people from under the noses of the police, it will be fine, right?
The elders laughed at his prudence, the adults would sweep the tail, and don't forget who we work for, that is the king of Miami's underworld, where he can do anything.The young man swallowed his saliva and poked the man who was tightly bound by the restraint belt on the emergency bed, he wouldn't die, right?
No, his heart is very strong.The elder snorted and looked at the man with pretended pity, but sometimes, it may not be luckier to live than to die.The ambulance sped by, heading east, into a huge cave.The white body was gradually engulfed in the black mist, like some evil ghost beast, slowly closing the abyssal mouth full of sharp teeth※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※oatmeal Omir has really tried his best_(:З)∠ _ Regarding the Bucky problem, the well-known Iron Arm Bucky can't be written.,You can only write Bucky in the initial version of the comics.,So many of the settings are different.,There should be no problem_(:З)∠ _ Chapter 20 Twenty Psychosis The press in Miami has been buzzing lately.First, the serial murder case that had been oppressed by the residents for nearly a month, and then the riot murder case in the mental hospital, the criminals have not yet been caught, and there have been bizarre ambulance fake murders, and the law and order is simply the lowest in the past ten years.And this morning, because of a video accidentally taken by a passerby of a man in tights opening the way for an emergency doctor, a new media favorite of comic book heroes was born.
#迈阿密街头惊现超能人类, Destroyer or Savior?
##蛛丝!
Mask!
Straitjacket!
Spider-Man is born to clear the way for ambulances!
##蜘蛛人背后的悲惨童年, What You Don't Know!
##蜘蛛人或成连环杀手后, another major threat in Miami that must be vigilant!
#彼得坐在大厦楼顶, dangling two legs in the air, took a bite of the sandwich angrily: it was said that it was Spider-Man, not Spider-Man!
Maybe I should get a Twitter account in this world too?
Yes!
It's annoying, the identity problem hasn't been solved yet, I can't get Twitter, ahhhHe regained consciousness at noon the next day.Omir didn't deliberately hide it anymore, he soon learned about his personality, and even a blessing in disguise, recalling the sporadic episodes of the time they got along.Brant has a feeling that the world is really small: So the person you said before was me?
Taking off the vest made Omir a little overwhelmed, so he had to say with a straight face: If you recover, I will take back control of your body and let you out.Don't rush yet.Brandt sat cross-legged in the memory palace and suddenly said: Speaking of which, looking at you now, I suddenly want to drink cereal.Omir: Omir's face is green.Brandt will accept it when he sees it: Okay, I'll stay here for a while, just to study Julie's memory, so I'll give you control for a while.He said with a relaxed expression: Go eat the fruit tower, I still have half a bag left in the refrigerator, don't you want to taste it yourself?
Would he be so kind?
Omir was skeptical, but the truth is, Brandt had really changed a lot.From the previous vigilance and temptation, to the current relaxation and tolerance, it is simply not the same person.Is it an unfamiliar system or a personality that depended on each other in childhood, and is there such a big difference?
If I knew, I would have told him earlier.Omir, who was slumped on the couch and nibbled on the fruit tower biscuits, thought so.Brandt didn't know what Omir was thinking, he was too distracted to think about it right now.Julie's memory is too large, and she held the computer until it crashed before, and although Omir helped restart the compression, it was still difficult to digest.It took the whole afternoon, and he hadn't been able to finish it, but he had already realized something.Julie's mother, who died young, had a history of psychiatric medical treatment, and Brant suspected that she also had some genetic problems.But her illness was very bizarre.Julie behaved normally until a year ago when she volunteered at a familiar orphanage, and when she returned, she claimed that the water in the orphanage had been poisoned, and since then the fantasy of being killed has been out of control.She also called the police, but the director and the orphans had a physical examination, and the water itself was sent for testing, and there was no problem, and the matter was closed.A year ago, in the orphanage, the familiar words of poison made Brandt's brows tighten, he hoped that he was overthinking, but some things had to be verified before he could rest assured.Omir felt Brandt's eagerness, and quite consciously gave up his body to the other party: I am satisfied, and the body will return to you.This time Brant didn't push back, and the spirit body reconnected to the body, which was a rather wonderful process, and it was a bit like falling from the clouds to the ground, which was very solid and safe.He grabbed a coat and was about to go to the bar when he ran into Julie coming downstairs.Julie stood in front of him and stared at him for a long time.Brandt put on her coat, looked up and saw that she was still in front, and couldn't help but ask: Is there something wrong with me?
Julie said: No, you're right now.Well?
Before you, like another person, I didn't come to you, and now I can finally ask, what the hell is going on with me?
What happened to you yesterday?
Brandt: Omir, how bad is your disguise?
How can no one be fooled?
Oh, it doesn't seem to be, Brant thought of the Peter boy who had taken a sandwich early in the morning and ran away, he really didn't notice at all, he was a different person.Brandt recalled the results of the previous examination and explained it as simply as possible: your brain has not been damaged, there are no tangled nerve fibers, no patches of blood clots and damaged functional areas, except for an inconspicuous fan-shaped shadow below the temporal lobe.Julie asked: What does that mean?
It's your temporal lobes that have a problem.It's a tissue in the brain that helps you process auditory information, and if you have a lesion, you can have things like auditory hallucinations.Julie is somewhat resistant to this answer, are you saying that the assassination of those who are monitoring me is my fantasy?"
It's just a consequence of a damage to the temporal lobe, not the cause of your problem," Brandt says.And I, now it's up to me to find the reason.Going outside?
Julie blinked: Looking for the cause of my brain problem?
Brandt ignored the other party's questioning, and just advised: If you stay here, those people shouldn't be able to find you, and Neil can protect you when it is critical.Julie asks: Where are you going?
Brandt grabbed the car keys and twisted the door open: I'm going to verify something.Verify that you can't wait for tomorrow, my love dinner is ready.Neil walked out with a plate and couldn't help but say.Brant waved at them: You eat more, you don't have to leave my food The sound of the door closing blocked the rest of Brant's words, making Neil can't help but roll his eyes.He shrugged his shoulders and provoked a very sweet smile at Julie: That's a night man, you'll get used to it.Now, let's enjoy a candlelit dinner for the two of us.Out of nowhere, he pulled out a candlestick, lit a red candle, placed it in the middle of the dining table, and invited: How about it?
Who can stand this!
Julie was full of thoughts, and she couldn't help but blushed quietly.Brandt drove all the way to Chris Lounge, and he needed to find Sam and make sure of one thing.What about Sam?
He grabbed a waiter and asked.The other party's friend who knew this boss shook his head after thinking about it for a while: Sam didn't go to work today, and it seems that he took leave.Brant asked again: What about the Red Hood?
The waiter knew the answer to this question: in the innermost box on the second floor, where the boss had been sleeping lately.Brant immediately took two steps in three steps, rushed to the second floor in a few steps, and knocked on the door of the box.Who?
A hoarse voice rang out, it belonged to Jason.Brandt pushed the door open: Do you know where Sam has been, his words are gagged, and the situation inside the door is somewhat puzzling.Jason was naked, and pressed another person who couldn't see clearly on the bed, but just by looking at the silhouette, he knew that it was an adult man!
Brandt blinked, shocked, Jason, you're only 16 years old!
※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※ Xiaobu: A bucket!
You're only 16 years old!
Poop is not allowed!
Brother Barrel: Get out (?)
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Chapter 21 Twenty-One Psychopathic Jason Choked Up: What Are You Thinking!
Brandt stared silently.Jason felt bald: It's just an intruder, don't think about it!
Brandt is still staring, the meaning is obvious You see, don't you also know what I'm thinking Jason worked hard I was sleeping, it was this guy who sneaked in, I don't know what to do, I just subdued him!
Okay.Brandt reluctantly accepted this explanation.Jason: Jason chose to give up, he rolled over and got out of bed, grabbed the man under him by the neck and threw him to the ground.I pulled out a sweatshirt and put it on, silently covering my strong figure and tight abs.Looking at the reluctant Brant, he always felt that his character had been tarnished and could no longer be washed away.Brandt had no idea what Jason was going through, so he looked around the intruder man who was choking on the ground with his throat clutched, looked at Jason, and noticed another problem.You don't take off your hood when you sleep?
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There will always be people who enter by mistake, and if you take it off, you will be in danger of revealing your identity.Brandt's Conclusion: So, that's the bad thing about staying in the bar.Jason slipped on his slippers and shrugged his shoulders.Brandt looked at him twice more and said hesitantly: Did you get a new hood?
Unlike the bad knitted hat before, Jason now wears a thinner, better-looking, and very technological sense, which is not at all like the existence of his handiwork.Jason coughed and said with some ostentation: Sam sent it, it's not bad.All in all much better than before.At the mention of Sam, Brant remembered: I heard the waiter say that he took a leave of absence?
Yes, are you looking for him?
Brant nodded: There are some speculations about Chris, and he needs to help verify them, do you know where Sam went?
Sam's matter, Jason still knows a little, he seems to be in trouble and needs his help, since looking for opportunities to contact himself, Sam will reveal some information from time to time, intentionally or unintentionally, he pieced it together, and he knew that guy had an old relationship with Brant and was not on good terms with Chris.The enemy of the enemy, of course, is a friend, although Jason has a bad attitude towards the gray crowd, but Sam is just an ordinary employee after all, compared to the management, he is clean, so he acquiesces in his proximity.At this time, when he heard that Brant was looking for him, he recalled: He only said that he was going to the beach before, and the specific location was not specified.The only places in the vicinity are Miami Beach and Biscayne Bay, and the closest is Biscayne.Brandt said goodbye: I'll go to Biscayne to try him!
Jason stopped him: What about this man?
I don't know if it's a coincidence, as soon as Jason's words fell, the man choked and coughed, curled up on the ground and couldn't raise his head.Brant leaned over to take a look, but the more he looked at it, the more familiar it felt.