super actress

Have let go.

She just patted Malloy's stiff and tense body, and sighed in the most lyrical tone: "Don't be too anxious, you will have a headache."

"It's not some goddamn parody show, is it?"

Rhea calmed down completely. Strangely, during this low period of mental struggle, she gained unprecedented peace.She's such a dangerous woman, Rhea lamented: "Maybe we can do PR like this."

Malloy murmured, "I did let that madman down. I don't have a gun."

"Remember that joke we used to?" She smiled unconsciously: "When you have superpowers——my dear, maybe you can do that now." Control everything

people?kill everyone?Rhea didn't know, she couldn't remember Malloy's answer at that time.

She can probably make a few calls, but Rhea doesn't know how effective it will be.

The strong and weak Jewish man is still immersed in his own world: "Is she dead?"

"Oh, it's her." Rhea finally looked at the criminal who was barking his teeth not long ago, "shit! I should have thought of it!"

A long time ago, Rhea Noren heard a theory. In fact, most tragedies in life are foreshadowed before they happen. Those trivial details pile up into the result, but there is no director to manipulate the camera to reveal the clues, and there is no script. Inform the answer in advance.

But following those clues and recalling carefully, many things will have more detailed explanations.

Rhea doesn't believe this, she always pays more attention to the result, even if she dissects the first half of her life from beginning to end, she can only find some vague signs of her accidental death, but can't find out why she can be reborn to any relevant traces of this world.

This extra life stolen from the god of death, together with the mystery and absurdity faintly revealed under the normal display of the world, impacted Rhea's thoughts time and time again.

It wasn't Hollywood's vanity fair that was crushing her, but the aura of victory and the dangerous shadow of instability were pressing on her.

"Mr. Malloy, this is the last warning! Release the hostages!"

Great, another persecution.

This made Rhea want to laugh, obviously she refused to leave, "Are you serious? Maybe I'm the one—"

"No!"

Malloy stood in front of Rhea again, and once they did shoot, Rhea believed he could make them lie down like he had knocked out the madman.

Fortunately, there was no third gunshot in this theater.

Time seemed to be stopped, but this time it was not Rhea's perception illusion, everything around became a real still image.

She froze, then let go of her hand, "You did this?"

The second active man responded louder: "Fuck! Do you think I'll know?"

Without Rhea's support, Malloy fell to the ground. Even though he was unharmed, he didn't mind just sitting down and smoking a cigarette from his pocket.

His hands were shaking so badly that Rhea had to pull a cigarette out of the pack for him.

Malloy snatched it up: "Damn, is this the time to do this!" He yelled at Rhea, dripping with sweat.

"Go and delete those photos!" The man gritted his teeth.

Grinding teeth: "No, damn it, get those guns out! — and have to deal with surveillance."

"An hour ago, if you talked to me like that, I would have slapped you." Rhea stared at him. "But you were willing to die to save me, and now I want to kiss you."

Malloy choked, his throat rolling up and down to silence all sound.

"I'm just joking, relax a little." Rhea exhaled: "By the way, do you still have a headache now?"

"You... Rhea, I killed someone! I don't even want to confirm whether she is dead!" Malloy seemed to have exhausted all his strength, and murmured in a low voice: "It's okay, you should hide Further."

"I don't know if you killed people, and I'm not sure if you... have any special abilities. Now we're sure about it. But you must not know it when you pushed me away."

The man panted and moved his eyes away, "Damn it, can you stop being sensational at this time, I'll fucking ruin you, no, it's over, it's all gone."

Rhea pressed the cigarette between Malloy's lips with her slender fingers, and forced him to bite with soothing force, "It's not certain, who knows what else you can do?"

"Ha." Malloy snorted desperately: "You're really used to this kind of thing, aren't you?"

The fact is that Rhea Noren, who is sane and calm, also has pale lips and numb fingertips, but she can speak normally after experiencing the shooting herself, and smile in front of possibly more dangerous superpowers.Malloy had to admit that smile was damn pretty.

She also tried to pull out a lighter, "So, can you make these people lose their memory?"

"No!" Rhea heard a voice: "And you can't use it for personal gain, Miss Nolen, I regret to tell you that many of your ideas are absolutely unfeasible."

"Crack!" Forgive her.

Rhea's first reaction was to slap Malloy across the face, knocking all the cigarettes in the man's mouth to the ground.

"Fuck!" he hissed, "I haven't done anything yet."

"I know." Rhea moved closer to Malloy, "but I don't know if he's in my head or in yours - listen, you son of a bitch, I know what you want to do!"

"Hawkeye? Coulson? The Secret Service? Anything, keep me safe? Fuck you! Don't you just want this? Now that you've got the results, stop playing tricks!"

Malloy didn't even dare to step back, he stared at the

Those blue eyes, "Don't do this, you scared me Rhea."

"No, I'm nobody." The inexplicable human voice came from Rhea's mind to her ears, and it finally seemed to be heard normally: "If you don't mind, you can call me Professor X."

"Who?" Malloy jumped up from the ground sensitively. He is now hostile to all humans here except Rhea Noren.

"I figured it out." Rhea pointed her finger at the newly suspicious object, she didn't mind how rude it was and muttered to herself: "Someone has to explain everything about this fuck, oh! At least than Well Andrei Witte, that's the worst!"

Now this is enough for "Rhea", she has long since realized that Rhea Noren's life cannot avoid these bad things!

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cool down

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my own pot

Gene Siskel, Roger Ebert's former partner, died of illness during this time period.