Tech Throne

America, two o'clock in the afternoon.

"Fuck!" Stilwell yelled in pain when he fell to the ground, because his finger was hit by a wing wearing steel.

After kicking a few times, Stilwell finally stood up with difficulty.Then he immediately got the remote control placed on the coffee table, and when he pressed the button, the steel wing cover on his back wing opened with a bang, and then fell to the ground.

After removing this burden, Stilwell felt a burst of relief.

Obviously, this thing is redundant.His idol is Tony, so after having wings, Stilwell built this suit.

His idea is very good, that is, to wear this piece of steel on the wings, so that the wings will become very rigid and their power will be strengthened.However, imagination is beautiful, but reality is cruel.

After he put on this set of steel equipment, let alone fly, he couldn't even take off.So, he failed and smashed his own finger.

At this point in the experiment, Stilwell had to admit that his imitation of the idol had failed.Well, it doesn't matter, a real hero doesn't care about things!

Stilwell decided to ignore the iron set, and he contacted a friend of his.The other side is a genius, especially at computers.

"Moulton, are you ready?"

Moulton connected to the video with Stilwell, and Moulton in the video was a skinny white guy.His room was a mess, days of food scraps were piled all over the floor, and his bed was full of his dirty clothes.

Mooreton is a genius, but he is a genius who is only proficient in one field.He also enrolled at MIT, but in his second year, because of his poor interpersonal performance, other messy grades, and his poor attendance rate, he was finally dismissed.

Moore sat pale in front of the computer, his left hand trembled a little, which was his expression when he was excited.

"Stilwell, of course, I have made all the preparations. At that time, in Times Square in New York, you will appear on all the screens! But Stilwell, can your wings really fly?"

"Of course, Moulton. We will be superheroes in the future. I will be responsible for fighting criminals, and you will help me find those crime locations. You know, in today's society, the Internet is indispensable." Stilwell said excitedly.

"Yes, yes." Moore's face also began to flush.

He'd be a superhero, like Elena Lester, the girl in his class with the long curly brown hair.She rejected his confession and said his penis was small.

This has been a shame for Moulton, and he will prove that he is a hero.And the hero's jj will not be small!

"Okay, Moulton, stop thinking about your damn jj, I know you must be thinking about this. Now, I need you to help me find the criminals on the street. Flash Stilwell is leaving!"

Stilwell changed into the clothes he specially made. There were two openings in the back, which made it easy for the wings to stretch out from the back.Of course, he also needs a matching headgear.

The other watch that Stilwell wears in his right hand is configured by himself. In addition to being able to tell the time, it is also equipped with a miniature camera, and has functions such as video screen and communication.And now, a message from Moulton appeared on it.

"Hey, Stilwell, it's ok. I just blacked out Hongye Street's surveillance system, and someone is robbing there. I've already sent the specific address to your watch."

Stilwell turned on his watch, and Moulton even connected the surveillance video.Although the picture is very small, he can still see four or five teenagers, they are threatening an old man who looks like five or sixty years old.

Stab it!

The screen flickered for a while, then suddenly disappeared.Stilwell called FUCK because he saw that one of the young men found the camera on the wall and he smashed it!

But that's all right, he'll find it.

Stilwell opened the door, and after taking a few deep breaths, he spread his wings and flew up.

"Oh woo!!!" Stilwell let his speed go as fast as possible, the wind whistled in his ears, he opened his arms and let out a shout of excitement.

Through the screen of Stilwell's watch, Moulton saw Stilwell fly up.

"God! He succeeded!" Moore got up from the stool excitedly, and then he jumped on the floor excitedly.After the excitement, Moore opened a bottle of Coke for himself, and after drinking it in one gulp, the trembling of his left hand gradually calmed down.

He sat back on the stool again, Mooreton licked his lips, and then put his hands on the keyboard, "OK...Now, it's time to let everyone know about the existence of Flash...Times Square Times Square..."

The weather today is really good. At around [-]:[-] in the afternoon, Times Square is still as lively as usual. There are famous theaters, some bustling businesses and countless shopping malls.

The high-rise buildings here are filled with huge electronic screens, and dazzling advertisements, countless TV drama promotions, recent song MVs, etc. are played on them all the time.At the same time, there are countless street performers who have been here for many years, forming a special humanistic complex.

Because of its prosperity, there is never a lack of traffic here.

Originally, today was an ordinary day.Times Square is as lively as ever, and then after nightfall, it turns into a sea of ​​neon lights.

But, right now, a girl who looked up at the MV was the first to notice something was wrong.

"This screen is broken, why is it suddenly black?" She turned her head and said to her friend.

Then... click, click, click, click... all the originally gorgeous screens suddenly went black one by one. This is a chain reaction.

"Wow!!" Finally, the people who looked at it realized something was wrong.Everyone on the street raised their heads to look at those screens.As for those in the mall, many ran out immediately.

Drip! !

Because of the congestion of the crowd, the vehicles were blocked, and the drivers had to stop.

Beep—a traffic policeman blew his whistle.

"Look! What's that!?"

"The screen is on again?"

"God, what's that?"

"Oh oh oh oh!!!"

"..."

But at this moment, almost all the people in Times Square became restless.The slightly fat traffic policeman looked up, and then, because of his shock, the whistle in his mouth dropped to the ground.

God, what did he see, on each of these screens, a person spread his wings, and he was flying in the sky! ?Is this a joke from God, or is this an angel?