Diana always felt that Su Xiuyu and the whole world had a strange sense of detachment, as if he did not belong to this world. Therefore, Diana is not obsessed with the issue of her and Su Xiuyu's children. What Diana really cares about is whether Su Xiuyu will stay with her forever.

If nothing else happens, Diana will have at least a few thousand years of life. As for Su Xiuyu, his life will only be even longer, but Diana always has a feeling that Su Xiuyu will leave this world.

However, Diana did not confront Su Xiuyu, but only silently increased the bond between the two parties, so to a certain extent, Diana's desire for a child was just to use the bond to keep Su Xiuyu.

It's just that all of these are choices made by Diana subconsciously. Even Diana herself has never thought about why she is so obsessed with her children.

As for Su Xiuyu, who was intoxicated by Diana's thoughtfulness, he really didn't think carefully about why Diana was so persistent about children. He simply attributed Diana's thoughts to the issue of motherhood.

But from this day on, Fiora officially integrated into Su Xiuyu's life. Living under the same roof is not integration. Only inner acceptance is true integration.

This process took Fiora almost three years, and other Kryptonians will also spend more time exploring the meaning of their existence.

……

In Gotham City, in a dilapidated hotel that does not require identity registration, there is a faint odor in the room. There is still a trace of light inside the wooden door. A black man is trapped in the dream of his youth and cannot extricate himself.

Floyd was born into a poor family on Naihe Island in Gotham City, living with his parents and a younger sister. Of course, the misfortune of unfortunate people is often just a simple beginning.

When Floyd's life was just getting better, two drug dealers and several gangsters who lived in the next room drank too much and rushed into the next room and shot the drug dealers. The police said that the murderer fired a total of 60 bullets. 23 rounds landed at his home, and 12 of them penetrated the bodies of his family members.

It's true that the wooden house structure and dilapidated walls were unable to block scattered bullets, so these bullets fired from next door still entered Floyd's home.

Freud, who was in the bedroom at the time, escaped, but his sister who was also in the bedroom was not so lucky, so Freud's sister died silently. In front of Freud, There was nothing he could do, nothing he could do.

Later, Freud put down his painting brush as an art student, picked up a pistol, and began to control firearms. The hatred of his family's death made Freud's marksmanship perfect.

So Floyd has become one of the most powerful and legendary killers in the dark world. Guns are what Floyd eats, and they are also the weapons that Floyd uses to protect himself.

However, the shadow of his youth had a considerable impact on him. Even in middle age, Freud would still fall into painful dreams that repeated again and again from time to time.

"Ah!" Floyd roared and woke up from his dream, and then an angry voice came from next door: "Fuck you!"

If it was a normal time, Floyd would have gone to condolences the neighbor next door with a gun, but this time he howled in the middle of the night and spared the birdman next door.

However, not long after Freud lay down, an abnormal sound came from the next door, which was obviously the sound of a woman moaning, and the sound became louder and louder. If the woman's voice was a little restrained at the beginning, she started shouting at the top of her lungs.

If Freud had been born in an Eastern country, he might have mistakenly thought that the person next door was shouting wheat in the middle of the night.

Freud couldn't fall asleep originally, but now the good guy has become even more outrageous and can't sleep at all. The big head was worried before, but now the little head is worried too.

In the end, Floyd couldn't bear it anymore, kicked open the door next door, and then threatened the neighbor with a gun before finally getting a peaceful sleep.

The next day, Floyd picked up his equipment and prepared to go on a mission. When he left, he glanced at the people next door. Sure enough, the fat couple had already left. The tea was cold, and the sheets inside were messy, but like this The bedsheets in the small hotel itself were also very dirty. It was probably not cleaned at all.

Today, Floyd is going to assassinate a target. As for the specific identity of the target, Floyd doesn't care. After all, for a killer, taking money to do things is the most basic professional ethics.

Floyd climbed into a building with a good view and began to assume his own equipment, a monitor, his own special monocular goggles - mainly to see infrared rays invisible to the naked eye.

Freud has placed a large number of infrared devices between the two buildings and at the entrances and exits. Freud will be alerted whenever someone passes by, so that Freud does not need to keep staring at the entrances and exits.

"Hi, Angelo, it's me. I'm a professional rodent exterminator. We agreed to help you exterminate rodents today, but you have to give me the reward in advance, but so far my account is empty. So you When can you give me the money?"

Floyd contacted his employer while observing the three cars that had just arrived at the entrance of the building.

"Others only give money after completing the task, why are you different from others?" The employer on the other side of the phone was a newly found matchmaker, but Freud did not indulge him.

"I remember I told you that I have to get money to do my task, right? Your rules are not mine. Since you found me, you should know my behavior. I can't help you without paying me. Yours. By the way, I will be at the scene now, your target has already come out of the car."

"Oh, you are lucky. He came out with 20 bodyguards, loaded with guns and ammunition. Are you sure you want to continue to push for my pay? I estimate that you only have 30 seconds at most to think about what to do, 30 seconds Then your target will enter the building, and then you will fall short.”

"OK, I'll transfer the money now." The employer across the street hesitated for a while, and then $100 million was deposited into Floyd's account.

"Hey, hey, hey, wasn't it 200 million US dollars as promised before? What do you mean you only paid 100 million US dollars?" Floyd was a little dissatisfied when he saw the balance in his account.

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