Superpowers of Sky City

Chapter 81

Time travels back to not so long ago.

In the central area where there are many colleges, there is a video store in an alley.

The store is located between two junior high schools, and the owner is an old man who accompanies his grandson to school.Old CDs and videotapes are sold here, as well as trendy music equipment, as well as casual books and stationery.After class, high school students often go straight to the food stores and beverage stores on the commercial street. Only a few students who are interested in literature and art will come here to have a look. They can't do much business in a day, and the old man with a big white beard is also happy. .

A boy wearing a peaked cap walked into the door of the video store, and put down his schoolbag after politely saying hello to the owner.This junior high school student exuding a faint smell is naturally our unlucky Millais.

The old shopkeeper greeted him cheerfully.

"Oh, Little Rice! I guess you went to the barbecue party at noon?"

After the failed "prison escape" the day before yesterday, several junior high school students should have been taught a lesson.But the few of them were so frightened by a certain gray-haired ability user that even the physical education teacher, who was called the "silverback gorilla" by the students, was embarrassed to speak harshly to this crying child.Because of his particularly good attitude of admitting his mistakes and his deep self-reflection, the punishment he received after being arrested and returned to school was to spend his free time in the small shop next to the school as a helper and help the old man with some chores.

He said he was doing chores, but in fact there was not much business in the small shop, so he just came to listen to songs for two or three hours in his spare time, and gossip with the old man by the way... just like now.

He was supposed to come in the morning, but who let his electric car be robbed?Millais said with a mournful face, "Almost...sorry old man, I'm late."

"It's okay, I'm glad you can come. Little Rice, help me change a song. The red package on the third row on the left shelf... Yes, this is it. Old folk songs from the west of the United States, you will like it..."

Millais carefully put the record into the old gramophone, and the melodious sound of the accordion sounded in the small shop.

The old shopkeeper squinted his eyes and enjoyed the music.He hummed for a while and asked, "What did you do, kid? The last kid who came here to help was a big guy, and he said he got into a fight outside the school."

"I--"

Millais just wanted to say that he was involved in a superpower chaos, but then realized that the old man was not asking about today's affairs, but the reason why he would come to help.

He stammered, "I want to sneak home."

"No wonder! I can understand your feelings very well. My grandson always thought so when he first arrived. Do you know what his little trick is?"

"Uh, what is it?"

"My grandson can bend a spoon, that's an incredible superpower."

The boy in the peaked cap couldn't help laughing.

"Pfft! Sorry old man, I didn't mean that..."

The old shopkeeper reached out and stroked his beard.

"I know, I know, it's not a big deal. He said to me every day: 'Damn it, Grandpa! I can only bend spoons, why did they have to bring me here?! My classmate's telekinetics can do anything Do it, they should catch more people like that!' And I said to him, 'That's a nice little trick too, isn't it? You can try it to strike up a conversation, your girls will be interested.' '"

Millais imagined a boy holding a spoon to strike up a conversation with a classmate, and said with a smile: "You are so open-minded."

"We've got to think things in the right direction, boy. You'll find it's a good life here when you get used to it."

"You are right."

He echoed muffledly.

The old man looked at him kindly: "I guess you don't quite agree."

"I……"

Millais held back for a long time, and said angrily: "I really don't want to stay in this crappy place! In this city, even if I don't do anything, I will be involved in strange things and meet weird people! They are all good Great, they all have strength, no matter how bad they are, they also have muscles. But what about me, a poor creature who is involved?"

"I want to go to a safe place... I want to go out and see..."

Millais muttered sadly.

"I'm sorry, old sir..."

He smelled a pleasant aroma, and the old shopkeeper came with a small plate, and there was a piece of hot apple pie lying on the plate.

"I just baked it, how about a piece?"

Millais accepted it embarrassingly, and ate the pie.

"I guess you must have had some bad luck. You know, as a rule, I don't inquire. All I can say is the old saying: Everything will always be better."

"You were made to smell bad today, but a few years ago, such a trivial matter would not be called unlucky - the real unlucky ones were lying on the hospital bed, and the unlucky ones even lost their lives. You work hard every day I went to work, I didn’t do any bad things, I just wanted to hang out here. But one day, there was a bang! The superpowers and monsters were fighting, and the place where you went to work was gone. Go home and see, the place where the house used to be There is only a pile of ruins left. Look aside, there is a gun battle in the street, the bullets are crackling, and you don’t know where to run!"

The old man cheerfully said things that made the children tremble with fear.

"Really, really?"

"Ask your teachers and seniors, they'll know better than I do. It was a terrible time, all you can do is pray. Pray that you don't get caught up in it, and that heroes come to your rescue... ...But you see, in just a few years, our city has become better, and now there are no people on the street fighting all day long, and even such an unfortunate event as the dragon plague has no casualties."

"You want to say that you have to learn to be patient?"

Millais looked at the old man unconvinced, and the old man would smile.

"I would say, face life with a positive attitude. The world is bad, life is bad, and bad things happen to us every now and then—but you have to believe, Millis, that things will get better, that the world is still alive. There is a good thing. If there is no hope for this, then the day is really hopeless."

The old shopkeeper glanced at his watch: "I have to hurry up. I agreed to deliver the pie to my grandson. Millet, can you watch the store for me? Just half an hour."

Millais agreed and watched the old man walk out the door with more pies.

He sat on the owner's chair, his eyes full of melancholy.

Believing that things will get better is nice to say but hard to do.At least he can't do it now.

I may have to stay here for the rest of my life, and every time I think about it, Millais feels unhappy.

What did he do wrong that he had to leave his hometown and be imprisoned in heaven?As for the terrible disasters like the devil and the red lion, everyone can understand being locked up. A guy like myself who can only shoot a little lightning is probably not as harmful as a pistol. What do you do when locked up?

He is afraid of these powerful people, and he is also afraid of this chaotic city. He misses his relatives in his hometown and his friends from the past.He wants to see more distant places, take a breath of free air, and see different people and things, even in remote areas where there is no mobile phone signal.

Before being brought to the capital of the sky, his stubborn father had just promised to take a vacation to travel to the United States... Now it seems that he may never have the chance to go in his life.Thinking of this, Millais became even more depressed.

Jingle Bell.

The sound of wind chimes at the door woke him up from his sorrow, and the boy in the cap quickly straightened up.He saw a tall and thin man in a blue shirt approaching, and immediately felt that the old man was talking nonsense.

There is only one bad thing in this world.

Millais raised his hands: "Sorry sir! The Walkman has been turned into a movie ticket, and I don't know where it is!"

The man in Tsing Yi looked confused.

"Isn't the Walkman in your pocket?"

"I only have in my pocket—" the peaked cap boy touched his trouser pocket, and took out a square Walkman.

He was completely dumbfounded.He remembered clearly that what was in his pocket should have been two movie tickets, which were given to him by the devil's friend as compensation!Could this be what those three people were looking for?

Millais felt it was weird, he couldn't figure out what kind of ability the pink-haired sister used to achieve such a stealthy effect.He suddenly remembered that he had seen another bizarre thing today, which was the ability used by the strange man in front of him-the man in Tsing Yi patted the tree trunk casually, and the wood turned into an electric car.

Could there be any connection between the two?Millais didn't dare to delve into it, he didn't want to get himself involved in trouble again.Based on sympathy and common sense, the junior high school student kindly reminded the weird guy who was likely to get into trouble: "Sir, the members of Deathwing are looking for this Walkman. Deathwing is terrible, you'd better not mess with them."

"Hmm." The man in Tsing Yi nodded, "What is Deathwing?"

Millais immediately understood that the weirdo was an outsider.The locals are not ignorant of the "organization". Even a newcomer like myself, who has lived here for a few years, has heard warnings about them from teachers and classmates.

"God..."

He knew that he shouldn't have anything to do with this kind of weirdo. A considerable part of his bad luck today was brought about by this person.But he is an outsider and doesn't know the common sense here.That could very well get him into trouble, as it did today.

The kind-hearted junior high school student decided to give some general knowledge about "organization" as briefly as possible.He recalled the old senior's lecture, and told the information about Deathwing...

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The Devil, the Red Lion, the Doctor, the Hero of the Sky, and the new Dust Bomber... how many people have we talked about?I think it's time to change the taste and talk about something different from the Lone Ranger.

Now let's talk about some of the scarier ones, for example, the skeletons.

Don't get me wrong, what's more frightening isn't their combat ability—I personally think that I can't beat the above few in what I'm going to say later—but their power.

Think about it, when superpowers fight with the entire city as a battlefield, what is bound to happen?

You must have thought of it, it is a group action.Ability users with a strong tendency to violence will succumb to stronger violence, and forces called "organizations" are formed in this way.

In the past, the psychic organization was synonymous with the dark side of the city, but in recent years, after the big shots finally decided to clean it up, they died down and disappeared from the public eye.

But you have to keep in mind that organizations have always been there.The "Deathwing" established by the skeleton is one of them.

Deathwing is mainly active in the fixed wing area and the fierce wing area. They used to dominate the two wings and bring death.In the past, they were in charge of the dark side of these two urban areas, managing all transactions and activities you can imagine and imagine: arms, drugs, assassinations, super power development, illegal experiments... You can imagine just hearing these words What a bad bunch they are, no?

Some idiots will think that Deathwing is a "Yakuza" organization with a bit of chivalry.how to say?Some of the members still have a bottom line, but more members, the vast majority of the members, are gangsters, hooligans, and villains who bully the weak and fear the strong.They act like this because their leader is a cold and evil person.

Members of this group are marked by black clothing and wing tattoos, and when you see someone dressed similarly, remember to walk around them.

What should I do if they take the initiative to find me?
Now that the law and order is good, most people will not be so unlucky. If you meet them, try to cooperate with all their actions... If it doesn't work, call the police, or pray that the hero will pass by, if you have a chance.

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Millais spoke extremely fast, and finished speaking in a very low voice.He looked left and right, afraid that the gangsters passing by would overhear him.

"Do you understand?"

The man in Tsing Yi smiled.

"I see. Deathwing is a bunch of punks."

Junior high school students know that they are all in vain.

"Did you play the song for me?"

"--Please wait!"

The boy in the peaked cap remembered the instructions of the man in Tsing Yi, and hurriedly found a USB cable, and connected the Walkman to the old computer in the store.

Several gray warning windows popped up on the screen, followed by a portrait of a pair of black wings.The screen of the old computer flickered several times as if it was poisoned, and the unauthorized link was detected by the device. The relevant information and warnings will be sent to Deathwing's headquarters through the network, and all the files in it will be urgently sealed——

But the emergency measures that should have been launched immediately failed at this time.The warning window and the pattern of wings disappeared one after another, replaced by a combination lock with three unknown digits.Then the password was automatically filled in, and the device started to run automatically on the old computer, installing the special program needed to read the file.

Millais didn't exclaim because he didn't see any weird phenomena.

In the eyes of junior high school students, the device just got stuck when it was first connected to the computer.

Just like he couldn't see through Qiluo's disguise, just like he couldn't detect the changing appearance...

Ordinary people often cannot see through the truth.

(End of this chapter)