Anti-invasion of the heavens: water drops in the beginning

Chen Guang spared the life of Weiss before, instead of killing him directly, he actually obeyed his own nature.

That's the nature of laziness...

But on the other hand, he also has expectations.I hope this little gang leader can attack Carl, and then force out a little bit of his potential, and at the same time let him learn the lesson that impulsiveness needs to pay a price.

It's a pity that Wes is not that smart, he bypassed Carl and dealt with himself directly.

However, it doesn't matter, the reason why human beings are intelligent life is that they can learn from other people's stories.

Let this Weiss become a negative case, and let Carl learn from the side...Anyone's reckless behavior will pay an unbearable price.

Just as Weiss was about to run, he felt an indescribable force pulling his whole body, as if he had fallen into a puddle of asphalt, unable to move.

He began to struggle frantically, but to his horror, he discovered that his feet were slowly leaving the ground!

An invisible electromagnetic storm blows here like the wind, and the street lamps on the street flicker non-stop. Their voltage fluctuates in this quiet electromagnetic storm, as if they are shivering.

Weiss spat out a few words with difficulty: "Quick...kill him!"

Those gangsters who watched this scene in shock suddenly woke up like a dream, and immediately picked up their submachine guns and aimed at Chen Guang again.

Chen Guang lowered his head and whispered to the flustered Carl: "Carl, you have to learn from every enemy. Remember how every enemy in your future died, learn from the experience of others, and let yourself never repeat the same mistakes."

As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Guang suddenly realized that he seemed to be the kind of parent who wanted to spread everything to educate his children...

Child: Tell a joke.

Parents: Through the whole joke, what life lessons have taught you...

Child: (Empty eyes, blank eyes)
Karl is looking at Chen Guang blankly now.

With a wave of Chen Guang's hand, the bullets that were originally floating around his body bounced back to the direction of the shooter at a faster speed than when they came!

"what!"

"Do not!

"

"Ugh!"

The way Chen Guang reflected it back was to use an electromagnetic pipeline accelerated by a small amount of coils, which is theoretically a low-end version of the electromagnetic gun.

Considering Carl's age, Chen Guang still didn't aim directly at the heads of these guys, but flew back wherever they came from.

Immediately, all the gangsters who used guns spattered a spray of blood on the shoulders or the side chests close to the armpits.

The bullets that penetrated their bodies remained undiminished, and were directly embedded in the surrounding high-rise walls.

The group of gangsters fell to the ground one after another, tossing and turning, the seriously injured moaned softly, and the slightly injured wailed loudly.

Wes felt his scalp tingle as he watched this scene.

He tremblingly said: "This...what kind of monster are you!"

Chen Guang put Carl on the ground, handed him the mobile phone, as if encouraging a child to ride a bicycle for the first time, and said softly: "Come on, Carl, you come to make emergency calls and call the police, just say that there is a group of gangsters fighting here. After they shot at each other, they were all lying here seriously injured."

Carl answered the phone blankly, subconsciously said: "It's not good to lie."

...

Chen Guang couldn't help but smiled and patted his head: "That's right, lying is bad. Therefore, you can only lie to protect yourself when others do something a hundred times worse than lying. And how? It takes your wisdom and kindness to judge whether lying is protecting yourself or hurting others.”

Looking at Carl's ignorant look, Chen Guang thought to himself that the superman he cultivated by himself would be able to cheat and kidnap in the future...

I hope that Karl's nature is strong enough to thrive under the education of his crooked gardener.

Afterwards, Chen Guang stood up and walked in front of Wes.

There was no longer the tenderness on his face when he faced Carl, and his eyes were as indifferent as if he was looking at a soda can that was casually thrown on the street.

A human being with no wisdom to communicate, no quality to admire, no will to admire, no power to fight.

It's just a living piece of meat.

Chen Guang just glanced at him, and suddenly took out a spearhead from his pocket.

Weiss didn't know why, struggling violently in mid-air.

At this moment, he suddenly discovered in horror that his mouth opened uncontrollably and spit out a syllable!
"I swear……"

This feeling of not being able to control even what one is saying, and having no autonomy over any muscle in one's body, is the ultimate insult and fear for a man who has long believed that he is in control of everything!
This kind of fear is even far greater than death itself. As a gang leader who has been licking blood on the knife edge for many years, it is impossible to have the ruthlessness to go this far even if he is afraid of death.

But this kind of weird, elusive, and incomprehensible situation is simply an unknown and indescribable fear!

Wes's eyes were bulging, and he tried his best to shut up, but one horrible syllable after another still came out of his mouth.

"I swear... I will never think of you father and son again... And, tomorrow morning, wherever I am, I will take out a gun...point it to my temple...suicide..."

This sentence said that Wes's whole body seemed to be soaked in water, and his clothes and bandages were soaked.

The indescribable fear, like an invisible giant clamp, tightly grasped his throat.

Wes can't believe what he just said, what the hell is this, why did he control himself to say such a weird sentence?

When Wes turned around, he looked blankly at the men lying around, and murmured, "What happened? Why did I come back here..."

He tried to stand up, but his legs softened, and he knelt down again. The severe pain all over his body made him howl uncontrollably.

Wes looked down at the bandages all over his body, wondering why: "I...why am I injured all over my body? Is it the death knell? No, it seems to have been there before I saw the death knell. He only broke my arm and blinded me. Eyes. Where did these injuries come from? And why on earth am I here?"

His mind has become a mess, and whenever he is about to follow logic and memory to sort out what happened, his mind seems to be refreshed, and it is difficult to remember the cause of all this no matter what.

...

When the police and ambulance arrived, even though he was taken to the hospital, he still muttered blankly, his expression full of pain at not being able to recall key information.

From a certain window, Chen Guang looked down at the scene in the alley, played with the spearhead in his hand, and then put Gungnir's spearhead back into his trouser pocket.

He used the space of ten backpacks to sew this pocket together. The space inside is quite large, and there are all kinds of messy things. Chen Guang is too lazy to organize it. Every time he wants to find something, he directly sucks it into his hand by electromagnetic force.

By the way, the weight of these things will not disappear, so Chen Guang's belt is usually very tight.

----

Early in the morning, a gunshot at Gotham Central Hospital seemed to wake up the entire city.

After sending Carl to school, Chen Guang drove to the private fire station he bought.

After receiving a call from the school yesterday, he informed that Carl had an accident at school, so he sent a notice to the fire department that had originally planned to hold the meeting, disbanded yesterday's assembly, and started again today.

It was actually almost ten o'clock, but when Chen Guang arrived at the fire station, more than a dozen employees who had been working here had still not arrived.

You must know that there are only 20 people in the entire fire station, and only two fire trucks.

Chen Guang asked the only neatly dressed telephone operator sitting in the office, "Where are the others?"

This telephone operator is a woman, but she should be over 40 years old, with a thin body and the burden of life written all over her face.

She looked at Chen Guang, the new boss, in awe, and said, "I don't know, I came here as soon as I got off the night shift in the early morning, and I didn't see anyone else."

As she said that, seeing no one else around, she lowered her head and begged, "Boss, can you not fire me? My daughter is sick, and I don't have the money to send her to the hospital, so I can only take care of her at home. I need this job, Without this $900-a-week job, I wouldn't be able to pay my rent."

Chen Guang was speechless, shook his head and said, "Resign your night shift job, and I will give you a weekly salary of 3000 US dollars. Now you go to the lounge on the second floor to sleep and talk to me after you regain your energy."

The operator was taken aback when he heard the words, he couldn't believe it, and said incoherently: "What? Is this...really? I mean, my God, I'm going! I'm going to sleep on the second floor!"

As she said that, she stumbled towards the stairwell with an expression as if she was in a dream.

The weekly salary is 3000, so the monthly salary is nearly 1 US dollars. Even in the United States, it is a rare high-paying job, and she is just a small telephone operator.Even because Gotham has no fire all year round, she uses this job to make up for sleep.

Chen Guang came to the garage of the fire station. There were only two fire trucks here, and they were obviously not well maintained from the outside.

Just as Chen Guang was inspecting the fire engine, an employee arrived late.

Then came the second one, and the third one. When the time came to 11 o'clock, less than half of the talents came.

Chen Guang didn't say anything, but he didn't ask them to change into their fire suits. After gathering them together, he said directly, "I'm going to disband all of you now. You are no longer employees of this fire station."

As soon as the words fell, Chen Guang saw that the faces of these people were not very good-looking, and Chen Guang added: "Of course, there will be a lot of compensation. According to the law, you will be compensated for as many months as you have worked here for many years." Salary, right? I remember some small projects..."

...

When these words came out, the faces of the group of people eased up again, and they even relaxed a lot. Looking at Chen Guang, the boss who fired him as soon as he took office, he no longer looked bitter and bitter.

Chen Guang doesn't have assistants and secretaries, but he still has the artificial intelligence Friday from Iron Man.Although he has barely used it since leaving the MCU, it finally comes in handy.

Of course, he did not hack into the banking system, but just let Friday in his pocket connect to his own magnetic field, directly generate a new terminal program, and transfer the compensation of these expelled people to their credit cards according to the legal and compliant process.

However, amidst the happy conversation among these people, Chen Guang suddenly said: "By the way, I am not late today, and those who come on time raise their hands."

Some of these people raised their hands one after another, including a black woman.

Of course private firefighters are unisex, it's just a job.It's not dangerous even considering it only needs to be watered on the outside of the fire, and women are equally capable of doing it.

Chen Guang nodded, seeing that no one was impersonating, he said something that made all the latecomers froze.

"Your compensation will be multiplied tenfold, as a reward for your serious work attitude. I have worked hard as a firefighter these years, and I wish you a bright future."

Those former firefighters who were honestly waiting for Chen Guang's arrival in the lounge at ten o'clock without being late, their expressions froze, full of disbelief.

However, there are no mobile phones in this era, and they are only half-believing.

It wasn't until they left the fire station and went to the ATM to check their account balances that they couldn't help but exclaim happily because of the delay.

It doesn't matter who the operator is, as long as the job is clear-headed, there is no technical content, but the real firefighter himself, Chen Guang must take good care of it.

On Friday, Chen Guangrang started posting information about recruiting new employees on the Internet, and even printed out a copy on the printer in the fire station's office, and pasted it on the barbed wire fence at the entrance of the fire station.

It's just that the salary is still the normal level of firefighters in the past... After all, Chen Guang is not really short of manpower, and he doesn't want to attract a group of rascals who are only interested in money, especially in Gotham City where the villain index exceeds the standard.

By the way, there are several salesman recruitment information.After all, what the private fire department earns is the money that other people buy insurance.Chen Guang, who is no longer a public firefighter, has the right to rescue those who bought his own services, otherwise he will be accused of disrupting the market again.

Well, there is even the risk of being sued in court by the homeowner who was rescued without purchasing the service.

After all, I didn't give you any money. You tore down my house with a water gun without authorization, and you are invading my private territory. If you don't pay me 800 million yuan, I'm not from Gotham!
Of course, apart from experiencing life, Chen Guang also has some additional purposes in doing these things.

He wants to cultivate a fire team that is not just for fighting fires...

Well, think about the Atlantis that will flood the whole of Europe in the future... It is not impossible to save the water.

----

In the past two days, many things have happened in Gotham, but it seems to be no different from the past.

The same bright place is resplendent and magnificent. As one of the pillar cities of the American economy, Gotham's luxury is self-evident.

...

The same slits and dark places breed evil. As the city with the highest crime rate in the United States, a day without gunshots is a big event worthy of news.

Bruce looked at the "Cat" performers on the stage, who were wearing heavy makeup, bodysuits covered with hair, and human faces.

The uncanny valley was pulled to the extreme, his chest began to heave violently, and he even hid in his mother's arms in fear.

Martha was absent-minded at first, but when she noticed Bruce's strangeness, she quickly asked in a low voice, "Honey, what's wrong with you?"

Bruce aggrieved: "I'm afraid...they look so scary."

Martha raised her head without hesitation, looked at Thomas and said, "Let's go, Bruce doesn't want to see this."

Thomas nodded and prepared to leave with his wife and children.

It's just that during the performance of the musical, the door cannot be opened.If Thomas reveals his identity, he may be able to get preferential treatment, but he, who has always been kind to others, is unwilling to enjoy this privilege.

So the family left through the back door, and as long as they walked around the opera house and crossed a small alley, they could return to the road and sit in the car they had come from.

However, a thin man stood in front of them.

In the dark alley, this man in a dirty windbreaker, with the bright lights of the street behind him.The backlight made it difficult for Bruce to see the opponent's face, but at least he could make out the revolver in the opponent's hand.

His tone was as trembling as the hand holding the gun: "You... Hand over all the money on your body!"

Anti-invasion of the heavens: water drops in the beginning