The villain's superhero training program

Spending a two-person world with him, Alex knows all this.

For Roy, Alex sat down decisively and ate.

Roy didn't go to the table, he fell to the ground.

Alex said in astonishment: "Why are you lying down? Don't you want to have dinner with me?"

Roy stared straight across the balcony to observe the distance, and when he heard Alex's question, he was distracted and answered: "The prone position with support is the most stable, and it is the first choice for sniping. As long as the environment permits, I will choose the prone position."

Alex's unrelenting hint: "The environment here is awesome, and the candlelight dinner is really romantic."

Roy replied: "I specially chose this place, which has a wide view and is very suitable for shooting."

After speaking, his gaze was fixed to the back of the optical sight, and he concentrated on it without any other distractions.

Alex was silent, feeling as if he wanted to slam his bald head on the table.

A few hours passed quietly like this.

During this period, Roy didn't make a sound at all, he remained motionless, like a stone statue.Alex even got very close just to see if he was breathing or blinking.

This atmosphere made Alex dare not say a word.He didn't know what Roy was going to do.

Just watching the process of Roy firing the bullet has a kind of hypnotic magic, as if everything happened quietly.In fact, if he didn't shoot, Alex would literally fall asleep.

It was much quieter than expected, and it was impossible to see what Roy had shot.

Roy put the gun away, stood up, his expression and breathing remained unchanged.

He went to wash his hands, and when he came back, he glanced at the food that hadn't touched a few mouthfuls, and thoughtfully said to Alex: "You haven't eaten much, isn't it to your taste?"

Alex said: "I was thinking, it's so late, I don't know if the poor little bus has dinner."

Roy's expression softened, and he said, "You are so kind, you are always thinking of others." Roy advised Alex to eat more, and said with relief, "There should be news soon."

Roy contacted the AI ​​and asked it to send a professionally worded, purposefully threatening message to a target who knew too much.

The content is as follows: distance 1200 yards, wind speed 10 mph, blowing from the direction of 51 o’clock, wind speed compensation angle 2/9.7 MOA, reference temperature, humidity, fine-tune the aiming error, the muzzle must be deflected 9.7 feet to the right.The splintering light was only [-] feet from your face, so when I pulled the trigger, I was looking at your face in the scope.Give me all the information I need.

Reply soon.

20

They got the name of a suspect.

Claude Riley, who pushes endangered marine life to the brink of danger, habitually violates fishing moratorium protection orders.The evidence of his participation in the kidnapping of Barsaromo is solid, and the circle of friends shared a selfie of him dragging Barsaromo's snake tail and posing.

Even pouting at a 45° angle and staring scissorhands couldn't save his big face.

Alex's sharp eyes confirmed from the background around Claude's big face that Bartha Romo was put into a huge, transparent aquarium.

Barthalom looked even more panicked than the little fishes he was feeding him as live food.He coiled the snake's tail into a tight lump, and tried his best to bury his head deeply.

When Cloud threw live rats at him, Barthalom's face turned into an abstraction of horror.

Live!mouse!

Is there anything more disgusting than this?

This Claude is too cruel!

Such barbaric villains should unite and reach an interstellar pact to oppose it!

Poor minibus.

Seeing these photos, Alex was heartbroken, and he wished to rescue his best friend immediately.

A flash of light emanated from Alex's body, the brightness was like a small flash bomb, and there was a crackling sound of electric sparks in the middle.

After a short blinding moment, Roy blinked and the steak fell off his fork.

Alex tried to reassure him, saying, "I thought, uh, this is what it feels like to be electrocuted?"

Roy said calmly beyond ordinary people: "Yes, I was electrocuted."

Then he was still so calm and composed, the expression on his face did not change at all, stood up, and strode out of Alex's sight.

It took Roy about 10 minutes in the bathroom to get his hair back in shape, and it took him some more time to get his heart rate back down.

When he came back, Alex remained where he was, looking very restless and worried.

Alex confessed apologetically: "I really didn't mean it, I just couldn't control it. Did I scare you? Will you let me go away from now on?"

Instead, Roy comforted him and said, "It's okay, I think it's cool. So, when you're angry, do you discharge electricity?"

Alex's face began to light up again for unknown reasons.He said shyly, "It's not limited to being angry, but also... well, when I lose control."

Roy asked curiously: "What else will make you discharge out of control?"

Alex was embarrassed to say it directly, and he stood there coyly, becoming like a brighter and brighter light source.

Alex stretched out a soft tentacle to gently wrap around one of Roy's fingers, hinting at Roy with an intimate gesture.

Maybe Roy was still charged with static electricity, a nerve-shocking electric spark detonated between their fingers and in the ring of tentacles.

They all trembled, but no one wanted to let go.

Roy's face was hot and red as if being baked by a light source.

They hated Claude even more.

Because they had to separate first, and race against time to find this person and ask him exactly where he sold Basalomo.

21

The two of them left the hotel and went straight to the bar, like young couples who haven't had enough dates, and the nights always seem to be short.

If dating standards are up, they're going pretty well.

But this is not a date, they are racing against time to save lives!

They didn't have time to hold hands and stay quietly for a while, just each other.

In short, the world owes them a real date.

Claude, who fell in love with hanging out in bars, will be the first to pay for it.

Roy and Alex walked into the bar one after the other.

Not a single person in it looked like Claude.

They got some people's attention.

Mostly because Roy is so handsome.And there were a few young people with hippie smiles and strange clothes whistling vigorously at Alex, and one of the guys whose hair color surpassed that of the rainbow even struck up a conversation with Alex with malicious intentions.

"Whew! Look, I bet your bald head feels ridiculously slippery!" He said exaggeratedly, out of character, and reached for Alex's bald head.

Immediately afterwards, the screams he uttered were really exaggerated.

Roy pinched his wrist.

The music was deafening, but Roy's words would definitely stick in his mind.

Roy said: "I will consider killing anyone who touches his bald head."

His expression is ruthless and completely like a real killer.

Those dumbfounded youngsters receded far away like a tidal wave shaken by an invisible force.

Never before had Alex been so deeply proud of his bald head.

Like a peacock with its tail open, he raised his bald head high in a very ostentatious gesture, and took Roy's arm as if announcing ownership. At the same time, he did not forget to take into account the gentlemanly manner and said to Roy: "Go, I'll treat you to a drink." A cup!"

Roy found a place where he could observe the entry and exit of the bar staff, and waited for Claude to appear.

Alex is accosted again.

The hunky waiter who brought the wine blinked his unbelievable blue eyes, approached him very old-fashionedly and said, "Did we meet somewhere?"

Alex couldn't believe that he would see this "1.8-meter-five-foot-tall, muscular man with a square and angular face" again here!

Alex recognized this man!

Although he dressed as a waiter, he is definitely not a waiter!

22

This person is the special soldier No. 107 who challenged the limits of the human body and set a world record for muscle reactions without going through the brain!

Even if he suddenly decides not to be a special soldier, he is not suitable to be a barman at all!

Look at the explosive muscles all over his body, the uniform is going to be broken, okay?

And No. 107 himself is not aware of this, and is quite confident. He is quite involved in pretending to be a waiter, just like performing a uniform temptation. When serving wine, he bends deeply in front of Alex. The buttons snapped and flew.

No. 107 was very absorbed and said to himself: "This is really strange. Although I can't remember it, I feel that I must know you."

Alex really wanted to tell him that he felt like eating too much rare steak all over again.

Alex looked away from No. 107, he really didn't want to witness the scene where his pectoral muscles collapsed.

He always had a hunch that it would happen soon.

Alex lied in a firm tone squeezed through his teeth: "How is it possible, stop dreaming."

It was probably because he turned his face to the side, deliberately not looking at No. 107, or maybe it was the tone of voice that was too forceful, or maybe it was the lighting effect of the bar, and Alex's bald head was too bright and it would reflect light.

In short, No. 107 was misunderstood.

In his heart, Alex felt awkward and cute.And the word "dream" inspired his subconscious mind even more.

No. 107 showed Alex the most charming smile as if he had the sequelae of "Dating Ray".

"I seem to have dreamed of you.