New York is not destined to be quiet tonight, a large group of masked men are fighting a giant monster not far from the coastline, many people want to escape the city, even late at night, the streets of the city are crowded.Naturally, some people want to escape, and some people don't want to run away at all.These people are either big fans of Iron Man or Captain America, believing that their idols can handle everything.Either that or that has some other purpose.For example, some 'visionary' gangs, they will take advantage of the chaos to rob a laundromat, or steal something from the store or something.Others who are desperate for money are rushing to the shoreline, trying to broadcast the clearest scenes on their mobile phones, at least the ones that are clearer than the images of helicopters flying far away in the sky.Others prayed at home, some slept drunk without knowing anything, and some committed suicide by swallowing guns while shouting that the end was coming.Human beings are social creatures, but when encountering environmental upheavals or unexpected events, personality differences will cause different people to do various things, and chaos will come from this.The street lights are bright, but there are always places that belong to the dark.In the bushes of a park adjacent to a street on the Upper East Side, a sneaky shadow emerges.Not far away is the road congested with vehicles, and this man in a black leass walks against the flow of people.He's the kind of guy who would definitely count him as a 'weirdo' when others see him, wearing a black gel coat at night, his head is completely wrapped in a big black ball, and his face is a white circle, and the circle has black Arabic numerals 8 written on it.Ball No. 8 is not only commonly known as 'Black Eight' in billiards, but also the code name of this person, he is the kind of man who goes to the street with a billiard head.The other physical features didn't matter, what mattered was that there was a silver star symbol shining on the uniform on his chest at this time.Cosmic consciousness and the energy of the star have given him great abilities, and while shouldering an inexplicable mission, Ball Eight decides to use his new powers to fight for some welfare.His target was a new high-rise residential building not far away, and although many people fled overnight, from the downstairs, there was also a living room with the light of a television set lit up, which indicated that there were people.The strange man in black let out an evil laugh, took a few steps, stepped on the ground with one foot, and jumped!
His newly acquired super ability allowed him to jump onto the rooftop of a residential building, which seemed to be teleporting, and he was not affected by gravity, air resistance, and other realistic conditions, and jumped to the top of the fifteenth floor with more ease than the usual staircase.He took a deep breath, reached out and lifted his hood made of plastic foam, walked to the edge of the rooftop, and looked down with his hands on his chest, as if the streets and people were all under his feet in the darkness.Perhaps enjoying the dramatic silence, or thoughtful, he shrank his head back from the edge of the rooftop and was silent for a long time.The night sky gilded him with moonlight, and the star on his chest sparkled.He raised his hand and slowly clenched his fist, just like countless ancient Greek sages, raised his head to look at the stars in the night sky, and proposed a philosophical debate to himself: "Fake, skip the head, how should I go down?"
”Yes, the target he saw when he was downstairs lived on the fifth floor, and as a result, he jumped lightly and went up to the rooftop on the fifteenth floor, didn't he just skip it, it stands to reason that he could jump down again, after all, he could fly casually after the star was possessed.However, he went out to look at it for a long time, but he still couldn't make up his mind.Physically may be ready, but psychologically not, it's one thing to know that you can fly, but it's another thing to have the courage to fly off the roof.It was too high, and just then, he saw the entrance to the drainage pipe next to it, which was the kind of pipe that sent the stagnant water from the rooftop directly to the drainage outlet on the street downstairs.Because the hood hid all his expressions, and I don't know if his eyes lit up, I saw him tiptoe over, make sure it was strong enough, and then slide down the pipe and downstairs.Maybe it was slipping with his eyes closed, because he held the pipe so tightly that it slid as fast as a snail.Fortunately, he was back on the ground five minutes later, and now the question was how to get up to the balcony on the fifth floor.He reached close to his hood and wiped his sweat, his hand still flicking in the air, as if visibly relieved, but he quickly froze, and he found himself slipping again, and he should have stopped on the fifth floor.All in all, after a little more tossing, he finally arrived at his destination.Quietly climbed into the balcony and found the woman in the living room watching the TV intently, he laughed silently, stretched out his sinful black hand, he reached out and took off a set of women's underwear drying on the balcony drying rack, stuffed it into his mask and smelled it.He cowered to a corner of the balcony, writhed as if cramping, let out a low moan, and after a few moments, took out the saliva-stained underwear and put it on himself through the straitjacket.The red hood and trousers matched the black tights, and he looked down in satisfaction for a moment, and let out a chuckle."
Hey, hee, hee, hahahahahaha!!"
Perhaps laughing too loudly, the middle-aged fat woman watching TV in the room became alert, and she turned down the volume of the TV while walking alertly towards the balcony."
Who's there?"
Ball Eight was a little flustered, as if he was looking for a place to hide, but there was no place to hide on the balcony except for a row of clothes to dry.Listening to the woman's footsteps getting closer and closer, he couldn't help but feel evil to the side of the gall!
One step ahead, he emerged from a dark corner and pulled open the balcony door, allowing the woman to see his image."
Ah!!
Perverted !!
”Unsurprisingly, the woman screamed and tried to escape.But how could he give an ordinary woman such a chance?!
Maybe at some point the mysterious voice in his head will urge him to do something, and he must treat himself while he is still free.The high-speed ability that the star gave him allowed him to block the door in an instant, and the strange man let out an eerie laugh and pressed his hands together to approach the fat middle-aged woman."
Hey, I want to play a game with you" "Help!
”The woman ran to the balcony and called for help around, and given that she probably weighed a hundred kilograms, she was full of breath and the cries for help were heard far away.However, the whole city is in chaos today, not to mention that this insignificant cry for help is completely covered by the horns of the restless drivers on the road, and even the neighbors who usually have no communication at all will not come to her rescue.That's the case in big cities, where you may have lived for decades and still don't know the names of your neighbors."
Don't scream, no one will come to your rescue if you scream and cut your throat."
Ball No. 8 proudly helped his hood, bent down to lean on the meridian, and there was a sound of sucking saliva under the mask: "Hey!
”With a wicked smile, he quickly stepped forward to lift the fat woman's skirt and stepped back quickly, while he bent over and sideways like an orangutan, peeping at the other's bottoms."
Yikes!!"
The woman screamed and clutched her skirt."
Hey!"
He went up and teased again, and let out a strange laugh, he used to like to lift girls' skirts the most, it's so fun, with superpowers, you can really do whatever you want!