[Comprehensive British and American] Life winners are fake

A taxi was driving on the road, and it had already driven from the city to the suburbs. There were not many houses on both sides of the road. After driving for about 10 minutes, the speed of the taxi began to slow down.

Next to the road not far from the car is a private gas station, and next to the gas station is a connected house. The taxi slowly drove into the house and finally parked in the garage.

The bearded man unbuttoned his seat belt, opened the door and got out of the car, but instead of leaving with Joey in the passenger seat, he walked to the right of the garage and opened the door leading to the living room.

The living room was pitch black, and there were no other figures.

The man breathed a sigh of relief, and then he turned around and brought Joey down. When he came to his basement with Joey in a coma on his back, he was sweating profusely. Probably because of this appearance, he couldn't bear it. Zhu Zhu raised his hand and landed on his chin, and saw that he fiddled with it for a while, and took off his beard directly, revealing his original appearance.

He was a boy with round face and freckles.

He rested for a while before continuing to move his heart. He rolled out a hospital bed from the corner, put it in the middle of the basement, and then placed Joey on it with his arms and legs. During the process He was very careful not to bump into the boy in his arms.

After he finished all this, he carefully smoothed out Joey's wrinkled clothes in the process. His movements were very careful. If someone was watching, he might not feel any warm feeling at all. But I just feel that all this reveals a sickness.

It's as if this person owns the person lying on the thin white sheet.

After the man was sure that there were no imperfections, he stood up, left the basement, and came to the living room.

But he didn't dare to turn on the light, he just groped for the moonlight coming in from the window, wanting to go to his bedroom.

With a "snap", the light was turned on. The round-faced boy was taken aback and trembled. He turned his head and looked at the place where the sound came from. The middle-aged man stared at the boy with an unfriendly expression, and began to reprimand him:

"What are you dawdling about when you don't sleep at night, Ian, you don't know what you're thinking all day long," the man spat, "I tell you, next time you drive my car out to mess around If you go shopping, I will make you look good, and the class will not be good!"

Ian stood obediently on the spot listening to the reprimand, not daring to speak out, until the middle-aged man turned around and returned to his room angrily.

After taking things from the bedroom, Ian returned to the basement with a gloomy expression on his face. When he put the things on the table, he could see clear nail prints on his open palms. He turned around and walked to Joey, holding the An injection was made and injected into Joey's blood vessel.

This is something that can make people stunned more thoroughly. It was configured by Ian after he worked hard in chemistry class.

He threw the empty injection directly on the ground, ran to the corner and washed his hands with disinfectant several times, and returned to Joey after confirming that they were clean.

This time, he finally reached out and stroked Joey's cheek.

The delicate touch between the skin and skin made his body start to tremble, and an intoxicated expression appeared on his face.

"Ah... my angel, my angel," he murmured in a low voice, his fingers stroking Joey's cheeks trembling, "soon, I will give you a perfect body, this world is not worthy They're all too dirty to have you..."

The boy lying on the white sheet was very quiet, his breathing was calm, and he didn't know what he was about to encounter.

……

Iron Man's face was gloomy. After all, no one would be happy to know that his nephew was being targeted by a perverted serial killer. Perhaps Joey had good physical strength as a young man, but he was a little fragile compared to them superheroes. So after knowing this, Tony immediately asked the AI ​​housekeeper to call up all the surveillance videos and compare them.

And the speed at which the AI ​​housekeeper can find out the target is indeed much faster than that of the people in the police station.

"Sir, the suspect has been found."

"very good."

Tony looked at the taxi marked in the surveillance video and the approximate area where it stopped with a half smile. At this time, he had already put on the Iron Man suit, and he squinted his eyes inside the armor:

"The bastard will learn that crime isn't fun."

While the policemen were still wide-eyed, trying to find any useful information from the surveillance video, Papa Joe got accurate information from Tony.

"I already have clues here," Joe's father said to the police, and he handed over his mobile phone to the police, "I hope you can send the police to help us."

The policeman took the phone suspiciously, until he browsed through it, his complexion changed suddenly, and he stood up immediately to notify his colleagues.

Peter, who had lowered his head and tried desperately to help, raised his head suddenly after hearing what Joe's father said, and Eduardo, who had been standing silently by the side, also took a step forward.

On the other hand, after Steve picked up the phone, his sense of unease became stronger, but he could only wait for Natasha to give him a message.

"Cap, there is good news and bad news."

Natasha took a sip of coffee to cheer herself up a bit, her eyes fell on the screen, and she said to Steve on the other end of the phone, "The good news is, I may have found the guy who took your cute little neighbor— "

Steve received the location sent to him by Natasha. Although the distance was a bit far, Steve didn't hesitate at all, and ran directly towards this destination. Some people only felt a gust of wind and a black Shadow, turned his head but couldn't even see the black shadow.

Captain America, who was running at full speed, was even faster than the car, which is why his first reaction was to run to that place with his legs.

While running, Captain America can still talk to Natasha with a mobile phone in one hand.

"What's the bad news?"

"The bad news is——" Natasha paused, her hoarse voice carrying a hint of seriousness, "I suspect that the person who took away your neighbor is a serial killer who has been very visible recently, and specializes in targeting college students."

"I understand." Steve said in a deep voice, anxiety flashed in his eyes, but he tried his best to keep calm.

A bright light flashed through the night, but it was Iron Man who was flying rapidly.

A police car sped through the street.

Don't worry, Joey.

……

The fat and short fingers no longer touched Joey's face, Ian seemed to finally wake up from this intoxication, and remembered his business.

He walked to the pool step by step. The pool seemed to have been built not long ago, and it looked very rough, especially the transparent water rippling inside exuded a strong impacting smell, which was very pungent, but Ian didn't care about that at all.

Because there is only one hanging incandescent lamp in the basement, although the basement has light, but the corners inevitably look dark, especially the pool, because the building is a bit high, the bottom of the pool is a bit awkward Clear, only vaguely see what seems to be there.

Ian bent down, groped his hands in the water, and then took out what he grabbed with a cherished attitude.

It was a pair of hands that seemed to maintain fresh skin, and the incision had been soaked a little white. Ian placed the hands on both sides of Joey, and then he turned back and took out the same hands from the water. The legs that were severed from the unknown person were still placed next to Joey's body.

"Only these can match you."

Ian looked at Joey with love in his eyes, and he spoke affectionately to Joey who was in a coma, not caring that the other party couldn't respond to him at all:

"I've been looking for a long time before I found something that satisfies me. I think you will like it too, right?"

The basement was already filled with the smell of formalin, especially the white sheet that Joey was lying on, and it was even soaked by the liquid. Joey, who was in a coma, seemed to be washed by the smell, and frowned. tight.

Ian, who took the tools from the table, also noticed this. He put the chainsaw reflecting the cold light aside, and stretched out his stubby hands to smooth out the wrinkles. His rambling voice was full of dissatisfaction. "No, no, no, this expression shouldn't belong to you."

"You should be quiet, calm, and even smile at me as I perfect you."

However, his formalin-smelling fingers did not make Joey become as he said, but became more uncomfortable, and his eyelashes trembled slightly, as if he was about to wake up, which made Ian immediately flinched back.

He walked around the bed, biting his fingers because of nervousness, no, his medicine has run out——

He stopped suddenly and looked at Joey.

It's time for him to do it.

Maybe his angels did this to him because they thought he was too slow.

The smooth sawn surface mirrored Ian's freckled face.

He raised the chainsaw at the 'angel' lying on the quilt in an attitude as if a believer was on a pilgrimage to his god.

……

Steve stopped, and he compared the positioning Natasha had given him again. His blue eyes reflected the closed private gas station in front of him, and he sneaked in without any hesitation.

The lock that locked the gas station was ripped open with a force that ordinary people could not possess, without even making a particularly loud sound. Steve looked at the entire gas station and found nothing unusual, so he backed out , looked up at the eaves, and jumped to the roof lightly, only making a slight noise.

Originally, Steve wanted to go into this apparently inhabited house to investigate again, but when he glanced over the pile of debris behind the house, he suddenly stopped.

Being a superhero and being in the military made him feel something was wrong.

He jumped onto the rather messy ground, walked straight to a place, then stopped, squatted down and pulled away the sundries, revealing a wooden board with a handle.

He pulled, but didn't pull, it was obviously locked from the inside, Steve pursed his lips, and the hands holding the handle began to exert force, the muscles of the two arms puffed up, in a slow way, trying not to make too much The sound, but with unwavering strength pulled the board back.

The wooden planks creaked and were overwhelmed, until Steve's ears caught the sound of something breaking, and the resistance from the handle was loosened, revealing the stairs extending down behind the wooden planks.

The stairs look old and old. The stairs don't go straight down, but turn a corner at about 30 steps and disappear in the darkness.

Steve looked around, found a wrench from the side clutter, held it tightly in his hand, and walked towards the basement.

This kind of old staircase is very easy to make noise, so Steve walked very carefully, and he arrived at the corner without making any obvious noise. He did not turn the corner rashly, but listened carefully to make sure there was no After hearing some noise, he poked his head out secretly.

A few rays of light leaked from the end of the stairs, and Steve saw the wooden door that was not completely covered. Through this extremely weak light, Steve saw the footprints in front of the wooden door, which were very new, obviously not long ago.

It seems that there are indeed people in here.

He came to the wooden door, and after making sure that his shadow would not run into the room inside the wooden door through this gap, he looked in.

The first thing he noticed was Joey lying flat on the white sheet without moving. He breathed a sigh of relief, but he didn't realize that the wall was dented by himself. When he saw the severed hands and short feet beside Joey, his brows frowned suddenly, and his eyes finally moved to the person standing beside him. on the boys.

This is an ordinary boy who walks on the street and no one will take a second look, but at this time he looks at Joey with a distorted expression that makes people feel chills down the spine.

He spoke words that Steve could not understand at all, then raised the chainsaw in his hand, under the light of the incandescent lamp, the blade flashed a cold light, made a buzzing sound, and then slammed down, aiming at It was Joey's hand lying flat by his side.

Steve only felt a buzzing in his head, and he didn't even care about whether there were other accomplices in the room, so he kicked open the wooden door.

"Varied--"

Ian was startled by this voice. He raised his head and was about to look at the door, but saw a silver shadow rushing towards him, colliding with his forehead suddenly, making a very obvious sound.

With a bang, Ian, who had a close contact with the wrench, fell to the ground, and the chainsaw was also left aside.

Steve didn't even look at him, and rushed to Joey's side as fast as he could to make sure that Joey was fine, especially when he smelled the pungent smell and saw the traces of the sheets being soaked At the time, even though he understood that this move was a little rude, he still couldn't help but lift up Joey's clothes, and frowned to look at it carefully.

Because of this, when Captain America discovered the pinhole in Joey's wrist, the worry in his eyes became more intense.

He carefully picked up Joey who was in a coma, and was about to take him away.

Suddenly, there was a gust of cool wind from behind, and Steve turned around directly, raised his leg and was about to kick over. When he, who was always gentle, found out everything in the basement, his anger had reached its peak.

"boom--"

The sound of something breaking through the ground sounded earlier than this, and even made the two people in the basement freeze.

Holding a chainsaw in his hand, a big lump was bulging on his forehead and bleeding. Ian, who was about to attack Steve, stared blankly at the basement where a big hole appeared. Moonlight came in through the hole, and he could even see flying dust.

Steve took a few steps back with Joey in his arms, and stopped at the door, his whole body tensed up and ready to attack.

There was another bang, and the hole was blown even bigger, but miraculously, the basement did not collapse.

The golden-red armor fell to the ground from this hole, and there was a crackling sound behind it. Nearly twenty or thirty small missiles appeared behind the armor, and their warheads were all aimed at Ian. Painted muzzle.

"Mr. Serial Killer—"

A man's voice came out from the armor, obviously with a smile on his face, but the murderous aura in it made people with insufficient psychological endurance enough to tremble.

"Now, let's talk about your intent to reoffend."

Bang.

The chainsaw fell right out of the petrified Ian's hands.