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After saying that sentence of judgment on humans, Crowley stopped talking.

The song had come to an end, and when everything on the stage was developing smoothly until it came to an end, someone suddenly stood up behind the auditorium, and a mineral water bottle was thrown by him forcefully, accompanied by a roar: "Mutants go!" Out of America!!!”

Everyone was stunned by this sudden scene, no one reacted for a while, just watched the mineral water bottle fly towards Hilda dully, if nothing unexpected happened, it might just hit her on the head.

Aziraphale immediately stood up: "God!"

But Crowley looked like he didn't think it was a big deal to watch the excitement, and sat on the spot with his face on his face: "Wow."

Hilda looked calm, took a step back, dodged the "attack" with ease, then bent down and picked up the mineral water bottle without haste.The instigator was obviously dissatisfied with this failed attack, he began to insult Hilda and the mutants recklessly, the security guards in the venue quickly went to his direction, trying to control him, and there was a commotion in the venue. The atmosphere was tense.Even the few judges sitting in the front row of the judges' seats couldn't help but stand up and turn around to look at that crazy guy frequently.

Perhaps, only Hilda remained calm. She held the microphone in her hand and glanced at the guy: "Don't forget to take your water bottle before you leave."

She raised her hand and easily threw the mineral water bottle. Amidst the exclamation of everyone, the water bottle brushed against the man's peaked cap and hit the wall behind him. All the states that did not conform to the common sense of physics were sprayed on the man's head, washing away his hat.

He yelled angrily: "You devil! □□!! Damn mutant—"

"You're welcome." Hilda turned a deaf ear to these obscenities, and even looked at each other with a smile, with meaningful eyes, "Goodbye, sir."

He has been pushed down by the security guards and pulled out from the side passage.

The host coughed twice: "God, this is really an accident, I hope you are not frightened, dear Hilda."

"Of course not," she said.

Host: "This is simply a bad behavior... If I had encountered this kind of thing just now, I would not be able to maintain your self-restraint. Are you really not angry?"

"There's nothing to be angry about." The smile on Hilda's face deepened, "I'm a civilized person, and I should solve problems in a civilized way. What's more, I'm working now, and I don't want to be surrounded by dispensable people. External factors interfere with work.

"Oh, yes." The host couldn't help wiping his sweat, he cleared his throat, and looked at the audience, "Anyway, thank you for bringing us such a wonderful song, then, don't know us What do the judges think of this performance?"

He looked at the camera crew standing outside, and the executive director gave him an ok gesture, which he knew meant that the cutscene just now passed.Whether it is to cover up this small "accident" or broadcast this accident as an important breaking point, it will be considered by the program group later.

The staff clapped their hands and faced everyone: "Okay, let's take a halftime break now, everyone has worked hard, and we will shoot the next part later."

Hilda had known it would be so.The shooting of variety shows is not as smooth as it is shown in the end. Like ordinary film and television works, it has a fixed script, and at the same time, it has its own requirements for the "performers" standing on the stage and the audience sitting in the auditorium. , Sometimes the host is in a bad state or the audience does not respond well, and it is necessary to repeat the "performance" several times.

And just now, after experiencing this little accident, both the audience and the staff need to calm down and return to normal state, otherwise, the effect will not be so satisfactory if they fall into the final show.

As soon as she sat down on the front foot, someone from the director team came to talk to her on the back foot.

"Miss Walker, are you really okay?" the other party asked seriously.

"No problem," said Hilda. "Such little things don't make a difference to me—what happened to that man just now?"

"The security has already controlled him, and he may be handed over to the police later, but..." the staff hesitated, "From my experience, he can come out after paying a bail at most.  … …I don’t know if this guy will continue to harass you in the future.”

Hilda smiled: "Oh, don't worry about this. I have some reliable friends in New York, I can ask them for help, and they will be happy to protect me."

There was a reassuring expression on the other party's face: "That's really great."

【Master, the friend you mentioned is...? 】

[Contact my dear friend Oswald,] Hilda replied, [Although he is far away in Gotham, he will not be stingy to borrow a good and reliable lawyer from his good friend. 】

【……I understand. 】

[Remember, I want the most shameless, ruthless and ruthless lawyer under him who can turn black and white. 】Speaking of which, Hilda paused slightly,【...I originally planned to handle this matter myself, but now that I think about it, this kind of guy is not worthy of letting me do it myself, so he is lucky.Since we are in New York, let's do it in a civilized way this time. 】

"Hilda is such a kind person." Aziraphale said to Crowley, "I thought she would chase up and beat the man who insulted her, but I didn't expect that she didn't intend to pursue it at all. What I did to her before The impression was indeed wrong."

The devil sneered: "I swear, she must have already figured out how to put on that man's sack after a while, you'd better pray for that idiot just now, don't die too badly."

"..."

A few minutes of rest time passed in the blink of an eye, the stage was cleaned again, and the judges who had been touching up their makeup and chatting were ready again and began to continue filming the variety show.

The judge Edith Gerrard is a maverick woman. She first praised Hilda's performance, and then directly asked Hilda under the hint of the director team: "Actually, we all know that the recent What happened, I guess, maybe you also know the controversy of public opinion against you?"

Hilda: "Which controversy?"

Edith smiled slightly: "Mutants."

"I'm a mutant," Hilda felt like she was going to believe this repeated lie, "I admitted it in an interview."

"But the public is still interested in this question." Edith blinked at her. "So, about your mutant ability...I heard that you have demonstrated it in the backstage of the program group, and it has nothing to do with your singing voice?"

"This is what you're talking about?" She was already prepared, stretched out a fist, and spread it out in front of everyone. The blue petrel suddenly appeared from her palm, flapped its wings, and rushed towards the auditorium - it passed by the judges The top of her head flew wildly for a week amid the exclamation of everyone, and landed gently on Edith's shoulder. She widened her eyes in surprise, stretched out her fingers tentatively, and touched this radiant bird. Haiyan tilted her head, seemed to be puzzled by her actions, then spread her wings again and slammed into Hilda's body.

"This is simply magic." Edith was a little lost.

Another celebrity judge sitting next to her couldn't help snorting, obviously not interested in Hilda's "magic" at all, he made no secret of his dislike for Hilda: "So you want to Say, you saved New York by turning a bird against aliens? No kidding, being a mutant doesn't mean you have to be a 'superhero' to save the world."

"Conjure a bird?" repeated Hilda. "It's not becoming a bird, it's 'creation.'"

The other party was startled, and then his pupils shrank suddenly.

The blue light reappeared in Hilda's palm, condensed into the shape of a spear, and then transformed into a dagger. It changed several shapes in a row, and finally turned into a bow. Hilda raised the bow, and the other Raising his hand, he "draws" an arrow in the air, put it on the bowstring, pointed it at the high-altitude camera, and smiled provocatively: "Guess, can my arrow shoot through the camera screen?"

The cameraman was startled, his face turned pale.

"...Or, shoot something else?"

She tilted her head, lowered her hand slightly, changed the target of the arrow head, and aimed at the man casually.

In the suddenly tense atmosphere, Hilda smiled brighter and brighter.

"Just kidding." She raised her bow high, aimed at the ceiling, and shot the arrow.

The cameraman couldn't help but shift the lens and aimed at the blue feathered arrow. Amidst the chaos, the arrow pierced straight to the ceiling, and then bloomed into gorgeous blue fireworks in an instant, above the heads of the audience. The dots that scattered into silver-blue light gradually dissipated.

This scene was like a dream, reflected on the retinas of all audiences, making people hold their breath. From tension to shock to relaxation, everyone seemed to be watching a wonderful magic show.Some people couldn't help applauding, so there were sparse applause from different positions in the auditorium, and soon more applause, mixed with whistles, rang out into one piece.

With quick eyes and quick hands, the demon stood up and grabbed a small star point, then sat back as if nothing had happened.

The star fell on the palm of his hand, and it hadn't dissipated yet. The angels clapped their hands and looked over desperately: "What is this?"

"... Stardust." Crowley looked a little complicated.

Angel was dumbfounded.

"I'm becoming more and more uncertain whether it's the right decision to find Hilda." The devil clenched his hands, staring at Hilda who saluted and thanked the audience amidst cheers.

"Angels," he murmured, crossing himself very impertinently, "for us, pray to dear God."