The villain family business [Comprehensive British and American]

Wilson drove conscientiously, trying to ignore the Mr. Clown who questioned other people's taste in the back seat.

In fact, if the serial killer hadn't been too high-profile recently, and he accidentally picked up a troublesome lady, he would have left Manhattan long ago and boarded a plane to Illinois.Of course, that way he wouldn't have to deal with the hitchhiker Jack.

It's a pity that if it can only be if, Wilson sighed, glanced uncontrollably at Jack through the rearview mirror, stayed on the cut mark at the corner of his mouth for a while, finally couldn't hold back, and asked curiously, "What happened to your mouth?"

"You said this?" Jack hummed and laughed, touching the corner of his mouth like a child who was rewarded, "It's Arkham's memory, from a... well, interesting little guy."

Jack squinted his eyes, and couldn't help but think of the young man who looked thin and cowardly, but dared to explode when he was paralyzed by the potion, leaving these two scars.He quickly pursed his lips a few times, licking the hideous pink scar at the corner of his mouth, his laughter sank.Should he say... courageous?

Wilson was immediately covered in cold sweat from the laughter, and secretly thought that he was talking too much.After all, sometimes, even if a person's brain is smart enough to create artificial intelligence, and his body is strong enough to break his neck with his bare hands, he may not be able to calmly face a pervert or a lunatic.

He confirmed this with his own experience.

Whether it was the ragged prison escaper Jerome with blood on his hands when he first met eight years ago, or the "clown" Jack with his disfigured face and strange attire now, he was incapable of accepting it.

Wilson glanced at the sick Jack, and silently closed his mouth.

Thankfully, at least for now, he was still able to use driving as an excuse to refuse to speak to the man.It's a pity that this kind of luck only lasted for half an hour, and they stopped outside an old wooden house with peeling blue paint in the wilderness.

The wooden house is the only legacy left by his adoptive father.

Fifteen years ago, Wilson dragged his bruised body out of the wilderness and trekked for nearly a day before reaching the nearest small town before dark.But the exhaustion and pain of his body caused him to lose consciousness immediately after confirming his safety.

When he opened his eyes again, he was already lying in the medical room of the orphanage, comatose for a day and a night.

He has no identity, can't tell his origin, and his body is too young, so many things are inconvenient. After two days of consideration, Wilson agreed to the suggestion of the dean's mother and settled down in the orphanage.

Two months later, he was adopted by an elderly couple. His adoptive father was a well-known painter, and his adoptive mother was a model, and his life was fairly affluent.Even more coincidentally, the couple had the same surname as the original, Aogu.

Overall, this adoption is off to a pretty good start.

However, luckily, two years later, his adoptive mother died in a car accident, and his adoptive father could no longer paint because of an injured arm.Soon after the source of income was cut off, the adoptive father became addicted to alcohol under the pressure of anger, and their quality of life has declined sharply since then.When the time passed and the adoptive father died of drinking too much, at that time the only family property of the Aogu family that had not been sold off was the holiday wooden house in the forest.

In every way, a terrible ending.

Wilson looked at the old wooden house in front of him and sighed, breaking free from his memories.He turned off the engine with a 'snap', got out of the car with a canvas bag, strode towards the cabin, and reminded his friend by the way, "By the way, Jack, I will leave this woman to you."

Jack widened his "panda eyes", looked at the wrinkled face of the lady in the back seat, and pointed at himself in disbelief, "Why me?"

Wilson said irresponsibly: "Of course you can refuse, but in exchange for this, you need to pay for the travel expenses and board and lodging expenses for the next few days, provided that..." He gave Jack a pitiful look, "You have to be rich. "

Jack clutched his chest and was brutally hit knowingly.

It is obvious that Mr. Clown spends most of his life as a poor man, and even if he only gets one vote, he seldom has enough money in his pocket for a month.And judging from his current attire... Wilson scanned the past from head to toe: the waist suit was too big, hanging on him empty, and there was even a hang tag on it, it must have been pulled off the model casually new arrivals.The top hat was a little small, and he had seen Jack's small movement of lifting the hat more than once.And the purple-red leather shoes with heels were at least one size too big, so that when Jack walked, he often had to worry about his feet.

All in all, Jack, who came to join him in a hurry... is absolutely penniless, and these clothes are probably stolen goods!

Sure enough, Jack looked at the back of Wilson flashing into the door, only had time to let out a pitiful whimper, and then walked obediently to the side of the car. The woman in the back seat still showed no signs of waking up. He sighed exaggeratedly and drew his tone, "We are as poor, beautiful lady."

……

"Poor" Princess Jack holding the poor lady.With one hand supporting his knees and the other holding his shoulders, he could only raise his feet in an awkward posture, push open the half-closed wooden door, and squeeze in sideways.

"Drip—" Just as he entered the room, a metallic voice sounded.

what sound?

Jack was stunned for a moment, and followed the sound, only to see a two-color ball made of metal, higher than his knees, white on the top and red on the bottom, with antennas on its head, rolled to his feet at some point, staring at a pair of black and bright eyes. Doudou eyes, staring at him firmly!

The corners of Jack's eyes twitched, he lifted his foot to the bottom of the ball, and then gave it a kick...

It just rolled over with a grunt, and moved away a lot.

"Pfft!" Jack couldn't help laughing out loud, although with that "light makeup" face, there was quite a horrible visual impact.

And Yuanqiu, who was ridiculed nakedly, became a little angry from embarrassment, and his whole body instantly turned red.It split two round holes from its side, protruding two arm-like thin metal strips, and cyclically issued a mechanical sound with a strong metallic texture, circling around Jack, "Found garbage, destroy it! Found garbage, destroy it! "

"I'm trash?" Jack repeated in an odd tone.

Yuanqiu found a dustpan out of nowhere, and tapped on Jack's calf in response.Jack's eyebrows twitched this time. Seeing Wilson coming out of the back room, he rolled his eyes and asked, "What the hell is this?"

Holding the coffee, Wilson took a sip leisurely, "My robot butler's pet, you can call it Qiuqiu, is very good at housework."

"...So you have to wait and see how he destroys me?"

Wilson coughed lightly, bent down knowing he was wrong, pressed the top of Qiuqiu's head and turned around in a circle, "Your target does not include Jack." He said seriously.After receiving a new command from its master's master, Qiuqiu beeped the next second, retracted its metal arm, and rolled away with a creak.

Seeing this, Jack finally breathed a sigh of relief, and raised his arms, "What about this woman?"

"Well, put it in..." Wilson frowned in difficulty. Looking around, there was a thick layer of dust in the wooden house. After all, no one cleaned it for ten years, and it was difficult to keep it clean.He glanced over the gray wooden bed, the dirty floor and the wooden chair with broken legs, and finally couldn't bear it anymore, turned his gaze to the only warehouse that had been cleaned, pointed to a large wooden box nearly two meters wide, and said: "Let's go up here."

The woman was settled down, and Wilson finally had time to do some systematic dressing for her. After everything was done, the sky had already begun to darken.

The room was cleaned very clean by Qiuqiu, the unconscious woman was put on the bed, and the two big men started to feel hungry after tossing about for a long time.It's a pity that Wilson purchased everything, but he was short of ingredients, so he dug out the bamboo basket in desperation. He planned to go to the back mountain to dig some edible wild vegetables and mushrooms, and cook some soup to wrap his belly.

Called the ball at the door, brought some necessary tools, one person and one machine quickly merged into the darkness, and disappeared.

Jack was forced to stay behind.

He was getting bored again.

In the bathroom, he unscrewed the water pipe for a while, used his wet hands to straighten the grass-green curly hair on his forehead blocking his eyes, twisted his waist, swung his hips and opened his arms, admiring himself in the half-length mirror, or floating his hands in mid-air, waving He acted as if he didn't know what instrument he was playing, and played with the sound in a playful way.And all of this, in the eyes of the big black-haired boy hiding outside the wooden house, is completely sick.

The young intruder took a deep breath, looked around wide-eyed, and paused as he skimmed over a board.He stared at the wooden board tightly, concentrating, and when his head started to ache, he finally 'saw' that in the room behind the wooden board, the person he was looking for was lying on the bed, his body was covered with bandages, his eyes Closed tightly, moaning unconsciously, the state is extremely bad.

He let out that breath again slowly, clenched his fist and punched himself a few times, then kicked the wooden door away violently, and fought with the weird guy whose face was covered in paint after he came out of the bathroom.

"Hey! Little guy, are you here to relieve my boredom?" Jack's eyes lit up, and he punched the young man's chest with a fierce straight fist with fist style. He tilted his neck and moved nervously lips, asked in a low voice.

The big boy in the plaid shirt took half a step back and stared at him warily.

The young man can't use his power perfectly yet, but the pressure brought by the strong helps him control himself faster.When the next straight punch came again, he turned his head to avoid it, then lifted his foot suddenly and kicked Jack.

The big boy cursed angrily: "Scumbag, I will hand you over to the police."

Jack laughed. "Well, I might give you to God."

Silence spread between the two, and the next second the boy rubbed his body, and the two wrestled again, fighting amidst the sound of "bang bang" hammering.