Comics: Superman?Lao Tzu, a native of the motherland

Chapter 49 An assassination
Another early morning, Charlie woke up from a luxurious and soft bed.

After gently kissing his beautiful wife, who was 50 years younger than him, goodbye, the old man stretched himself and his originally bad mood improved somewhat.

This is what power brings to him. Otherwise, who would fall in love with an old guy who is so old and ugly that he even needs to wear diapers when sleeping?
The old man put on a crisp suit, took the newspaper from the butler, and walked into the coffee shop he often frequented.

He was in a bad mood today because Karan, whom he contacted yesterday, failed to complete what he had told him to do.

This made the old man a little angry.

But when you are angry, you still have to eat.

Gently pushing the old wooden door open makes a "clicking" sound, which triggers the bell on the door to alert the clerk that a customer has arrived.

An old gramophone plays old classics.

People are like this. Whenever they are in their old age, they always miss the things of their youth.

Charlie sat on the soft sofa, and soon a servant came to the old man's side and asked politely: "Is it still the same, sir?"

Charlie often visits their store, so they are familiar with each other.

"Ah."

Charlie nodded slightly, then unfolded the newspaper, held the corners with both hands and shook them, and looked at the stretched newspaper to read.

Soon, coffee and burgers were brought to the table, and Charlie took a sip of coffee and flipped through the newspaper.

"Ok?"

Charlie looked at the contents of the newspaper with dissatisfaction. The newspaper's name was "The Daily Bugle" and it had always been a relatively objective newspaper.

But today, this newspaper, just like the newspaper I read yesterday, began to boast about Geno's achievements.

Charlie stared at Geno's photo with an expressionless face, snorted and cursed:
"Tsk, freak."

The wooden door was pushed open again, the wind chime rang, and two men wearing peaked caps walked into the house carrying a bucket of gas cans.

As soon as he entered the door, two guys wearing simple masks set their sights on Charlie.

Charlie immediately noticed the strange eyes. Having participated in World War I, he had an unusually keen eye for eyes.

Charlie put down the newspaper and looked at the two gas tank workers.

Their eyes met each other, and then the taller worker slowly raised his right hand and gestured to Charlie to wipe his neck.

Another short worker took a grenade from his pocket, pulled out the latch, and threw it at Charlie.

"not good!"

Charlie's eyes were splitting as he watched the small grenade fall to the ground in the air, and rolled under the table due to its inertia.

The two workers rushed out of the door without stopping.

next second.

The grenade exploded instantly, creating a blue glow that continuously swallowed and destroyed everything around it.

Time seemed to have entered slow motion at this moment. The screaming guests tried to escape through the door, and the water stains spilled from the overturned coffee drew "" arcs in the air.

The second before he was swallowed by the violent cosmic energy, Charlie's eyes were on Geno on the newspaper.

"Jeno Wilson!"

The old man's mind flashed. He guessed who sent these killers, but he never thought that the other party's revenge would be so fast.

Charlie couldn't help but feel a sense of annoyance in his heart. If he had known...
It's a pity that time cannot be turned back. No, it should be said that Charlie does not have the ability to turn back time.

"Oh!"

The violent cosmic energy exploded completely, destroying this cozy cafe instantly, and then released a second explosion the moment it came into contact with the gas tank.

Two series of explosions sounded.

First there was a flash of blue light, and then there was a violent explosion that set off orange flames. The original small cafe had long been reduced to ruins, leaving only a huge deep pit.

Several cars on the roadside were overturned by the huge waves generated by the explosion, causing piercing sirens.The whole street was in chaos,
Countless thick smoke rose from the deep pit, and the huge movement frightened passers-by. More people who were not too concerned about the excitement poked their heads out from upstairs to watch the excitement.

And in an explosion of this magnitude, Charlie could not die any more.

At the moment when the energy of the universe exploded, the old man was blown into flying ash. Perhaps a pool of black ash in the deep pit was evidence that Charlie once existed.

Soon, groups of police cars and fire engines roared over.

But ambulances are faster. American ambulances are very keen on taking injured people to the hospital. One ambulance can make most poor people bankrupt in an instant. As long as they can make money, they can drive ambulances to any corner of the world.

However, the grenade modified by the energy of the Cosmic Rubik's Cube is no less powerful than a miniature dirty bomb, but it is much cleaner than the dirty bomb, and there is no need to consider the radiation problem.

Because people who have been blasted by the Cosmic Cube will only turn into a ball of fly ash on the spot to see God, so it is a pity that these ambulances can only return in vain.

Soon, people from the Pentagon arrived and set up a cordon. They suspected that the explosion was a premeditated murder. After all, the deceased was General Charlie.

However, the scene was blown into a deep pit. Even if Holmes was found, he could only deduce the most suspected murderer, but no evidence could be found.

In an era before cameras were everywhere, it was not easy to complete a "perfect crime".

Therefore, even if the military suspected that Geno had killed Charlie, they had no evidence and did not have the courage to provoke Geno again, so they could only break their teeth and swallow it.

Perhaps, Admiral Charlie's death can only be attributed to a gas tank explosion?

Just when Admiral Charlie went to hell or heaven to talk to Admiral Arthur about life, Geno was standing on the first floor of the newly purchased high-rise building, directing a group of workers with trembling legs to stuff a huge glass into an exhibition cabinet. .

But there is a three-meter-tall demon standing in the empty glass. At this moment, his hands and feet are tied with fine steel. From a distance, it looks like a picture of the crucifixion of Christ, but what hangs on the "cross" is a crazily struggling animal. of the devil.

The pale workers quickly installed the display cabinets.

They left in a hurry. After all, no one could calm down after seeing a real devil.

After the workers left, Geno looked at the Japanese demon with satisfaction, his hands behind his back. The other man's mouth was also blocked by steel, and he could only try to stare Geno to death with his eyes.

"Wow, that's cool!"

After the two Victors finished their dirty work and walked into the company, they saw the devil embedded in the glass.

"You're back? How are things going?" Geno asked casually.

"Boss, don't worry when we do things." Victor smiled ferociously: "Then Charlie will die without even a scum left. He will die to the point where he can no longer die."

"Ah."

Jeno nodded lightly.

"Oh my gosh, this is so crazy."

At this moment,
Peggy walked to the first floor in high heels. As a result, she saw such a shocking scene as soon as she entered the first floor.

A real "demon" was tied up and locked up in a display cabinet by Geno.

Its body was still burning with hellfire, and it looked extremely terrifying.

"Isn't this shocking?"

Turning to look at Peggy, Geno smiled: "I believe anyone who walks into our company will never forget it."

"You're crazy."

Peggy rolled her eyes, unable to do anything about Geno's bad character, so she just got down to business.

"Mr. President invited you to the White House for a meeting. It seems there is a serious situation."

"Lao Luo is looking for me?"

Geno raised his eyebrows and chuckled.

"This is where I need to be used again."

　Thank you to Mr. Ye Nianchen for your monthly ticket support, thank you.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)