"Windsor..."

Generally speaking, the teleportation technique of witches cannot be stopped halfway, but in a bizarre world, anything can indeed happen.

For example, in Madame Windsor's teleportation process, it seemed like time was paused, and it seemed like it was pulled into a strange illusion. The red and purple magic around it churned, creating a rather unreal world.

The ghosts were jumping, and from time to time, there were screams like a devil's elongated sound, like a reflection of hell, and a burning nebula flashed in front of them, like a big villain's appearance.

But the Windsor Witch didn't care at all.

It seemed commonplace to all this in front of her, and a low voice rang in her ear.

With a warning.

"Don't fight them, Windsor, you can't win!"

Ms. Windsor, who was still charming, frowned when she heard this voice, and she said coldly:

"Dow! Don't hide your head and tail! Come out!"

"I don't!"

The voice was no longer mysterious, and said openly:

"I have retired. Now I am very weak. I suddenly appear in front of my ex-girlfriend who has been entangled with each other for more than a hundred years. I will be beaten to death by you.

But Windsor, listen to me, don't fight them.

They didn't just come with malicious intentions, I've told you countless times, listen to me..."

"I don't want to listen!"

The witch snorted, like a proud little woman.

He waved his hand and left this fantasy-like place, making the appearance special effects quite handsome, but the words of the man who was embarrassed to the end were blocked in his throat.

After more than ten seconds, he said helplessly:

"Okay, okay, go crazy. Anyway, you know, I will always clean up the mess for you at the last moment, women, who are pampered, are always so fearless.

But your stupid thousand-year mission may be wrong from the source.

I have reminded you countless times, but you are as stubborn as ever.

well.

I, an old man who is almost two hundred years old, want to play the trick of hero saving beauty again?

Oh my God, I'm from hell."

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"Bang"

In New York City, Brooklyn, several bandits who robbed passers-by were blocked by pink blocks that suddenly fell from the dark alley while running away.

The cubes emerged from the smoke and quickly changed from gas to solid state, whistling down, like the stack of Tetris, blocking the way tightly in an instant.

The robbers turned around in panic and tried to pull out their guns.

I saw a wisp of golden hair jumping into the alley, followed by the sound of punches and flesh beatings. The robbers could not even see the attacker, and they felt the heavy punch of punishment fall.

Amid the pain, there was also a strange sound of the camera constantly pressing the shutter.

Mike, standing on the wall, put away the camera and shrank his head. He looked at his violent girlfriend who was beating the bad guy. She was no longer as weak as before.

Now, clenching his fists and punching like a boxer is quite in line with Mike's pursuit of heroic image.

She is a fighter!

And his own armor.

The college student hero squatting on the wall looked at the suitably suited, cool and stylish female warrior suit on Denise with an admiring look.

The black, with a tight-fitting structure, a cloak that is as wide as a dragon wing, has various patterns sewn with golden threads on the edges of the armor and cloak with special texture.

Much like a decoration.

But not.

Before leaving, Miss Gu Miao taught them how to use those spiritual arrays. Just inject magic power, they can achieve all kinds of magical effects from concealment, defense enhancement, gliding, and absorbing magical impact.

Mr. Pigeon has a unique word to describe the two sets of battle suits he left behind. What is the name of "Magic Tool"?

Anyway, it is a vocabulary that is difficult to pronounce and has a mysterious atmosphere.

He looked at the seven-colored battle suit on his body again.

The overall shape is simple and elegant, and it is also equipped with a cool cloak. However, in order to match Mike's ability, there are seven colors intertwined on the armor and cloak, like a large piece of pigment like a postmodern artwork.

When Mike moves quickly, it looks like a shining rainbow.

Employee benefits are really good.

"It's great, go."

A few minutes later, Denise finished a violent round of punches, shook her long hair comfortably, turned around and snapped Mike's fingers. Her weak boyfriend smiled and used spray to shape the stairs and walked down the wall.

He shook the camera in his hand and said:

"I've got a few more photos like this. I've contacted the media company. Soon, baby, you will become famous. Justice will not ignore your new star.

But have you figured out your hero codename?"

"Um."

Denise reached out and pushed the half-covered, black bat-like mask on her face.

She said:

"Just call it 'ye owl', where are you?"

"I?"

Mike shrugged, he said:

"I will call it 'Mr. Wu' in the future, and I will learn from my boss. In addition, there have been people who have already chosen the name Ye Xiao. There are only seven people running around in New York.

You have to change one."

"Black Cat?"

“Have it.”

"Canary?"

“Have it.”

"God, Goddess Girl..."

"All have it, all of it, all the good names of the Divine Power series have been hailed."

Mike shrugged and looked back at the robbers who were beaten to the point of being unconscious and stacked together, and shook the spray in his hand.

The sprayed black spray waved into ropes, tied up the guys with bruised noses, and placed the stolen goods they snatched next to them.

Then he said to his girlfriend who was moving her legs with her waist on her back:

"Or, just call the nameless heroine first, wait for you to join the Justice Company and ask them to assign you one. I heard that they have registered a lot of cool hero code names in advance.

You can always get a good one."

"It's OK."

Denise, wearing a mask, tilted her head and thought for a while and agreed to the plan.

She and her little boyfriend quickly walked to the edge of the alley and sat in a low-key business car. Mike sat in the main driver, looked back at the alley, took out his cell phone and dialed a number.

"Hey? nypd? Here is a street hero who doesn't want to be named. A group of gun robbers were subdued by the alleys of Seven Streets in Brooklyn.

They are very dangerous, please send the police as soon as possible and take them back to where they should go."

After saying that, Mike hung up the phone casually.

He stepped on the accelerator and let the car pass a big circle in the street and galloped in the opposite direction. Denise, who was sitting in the co-pilot, picked up a tablet.

She glanced at the dense red x marked on it and said:

"The next one, the burglary of the Irish gangsters, three blocks away, and then the group of vampires worshipping the Harlem, after we're done, we'll have lunch.

There are other things to be done in the afternoon.”

"Um."

Mike, wearing a colorful mask, nodded and said:

"Mr. Pigeon asked us to find a large enough manufacturing park, maybe we wanted to register a company or something. I remember there is a small car factory on the Hudson River?

When we were kids, we often went there to play. They seemed to have gone bankrupt a few months ago and the place was being sold."

"Okay, go and have a look in the afternoon."

Denise leaned comfortably on the seat, closed her eyes and rested. After more than ten seconds, she reacted again and said:

"We have to prepare a formal outfit. We can't wear this when we talk about business. And Mr. Pigeon also said that a real person in charge will come to contact us in a few days?
To be continued...