American comics Lord of Hell

The director shook his head and reported the matter to his superiors. The superiors also felt a headache. However, at this moment, they received good news. There was no ability to increase their fragrance, but there was a superpower. He can control rats and is called a rat controller.

"If there was such a power, wouldn't it be better to just control the rats to commit suicide? Why do you need our help?"

After listening to the information from the director, Samantha asked in confusion: "No, it should be controlling rats to kill other monsters. This is a good power."

"Because that person can only control ordinary mice, not mutant mice."

The director said helplessly: "Not only that, once she uses the power to control rats, those mutated rats will go crazy and attack her. How can I put it, as if they were stimulated.

You can take her around Flushing to attract the rats, and then use gas stations, gas stations and other locations to blow them up.

After you finish dealing with the rats in Flushing, you can continue your operations in New York City and deal with all the rats. This will greatly reduce the pressure on the disaster response bureau. "

After a pause, the director continued: "Samantha, as mentioned above, if you can successfully complete the task, they will recommend you to take over my position and become the new director of Flushing.

I believe that you have been waiting for this position for a long time. With your performance and love for police work, you are definitely worthy of this position. "

"Well, after I wake up, shouldn't I go to the Disaster Countermeasures Bureau? The welfare there is much better than that of the police."

Samantha said disgustedly. She has no love for police work. What a joke. On the other hand, there is a bright and beautiful Disaster Fighting Bureau superhero who can make countless people cheer when he appears.

On the other side are the police who deal with all kinds of big and small things all day long, and the people are very dissatisfied. Everyone knows how to choose, right?

Andrew understands why the superiors chose to keep Samantha, because in the future, the number of people with special abilities will gradually increase, and the police department will begin to reform - all frontline police officers will be replaced with people with special abilities who have combat abilities.

Samantha's powers and abilities are very good, so the top police officials will not give up on her.

"Times have changed. If you don't have powerful powers in the future, you can't even think of joining the police. In this case, the gap between people will become even wider."

Andrew shook his head secretly. In the past, he could catch up with others through hard work and wisdom, but in the future, the moment his powers are awakened, the fate of his life will be determined. It is foreseeable that there will definitely be many unwilling resisters.

The future world will undoubtedly be a chaotic world, but no matter how chaotic it is, we must accept it, because the world of supernatural powers will definitely come.

The director was a little embarrassed and said: "Don't worry, Welfare will definitely follow. Okay, you go back here to pick up people first, and they will send people here by helicopter."

"Can the helicopter stay?"

Samantha's eyes lit up. If there was a helicopter, the job would be much easier this time. The director shook his head and said: "No, the city is still in chaos, and helicopters have other uses.

For example, save the rich people in Manhattan, save the rich people in Manhattan, save the rich people in Manhattan. "

Andrew burst into laughter and said three times in a row. You can imagine how deep the resentment in the director's heart was. Samantha also gritted her teeth. Those rich people in Manhattan didn't have any good things. I really hope more disasters will happen to them.

Andrew blinked. He owns half of the buildings in Manhattan and several companies worth hundreds of billions. Can he be considered a rich man?

Andrew shrugged and took Samantha back to the police station. As for Tsunade, she went back by herself and didn't need to worry about anything. What she should worry about were the monsters that encountered her.

Soon, Andrew took Samantha back to the police station. As soon as he parked the car, he heard the applause and cheers of everyone. If it weren't for Andrew and Samantha, they would definitely die on those damn spider claws.

After a period of excitement, Samantha and the director went to see the rat controller. She had already arrived in a helicopter, but the helicopter had already left, taking a few particularly wealthy people with it.

Andrew chatted with Blair. He complained: "Is it true that there is no trace of being twenty years old in my whole body? Why do everyone laugh when they hear that I am only twenty years old?"

Blair couldn't help laughing when he heard this: "Uncle, not only do you look like an uncle, but you also behave like an uncle. You don't have the energy of a twenty-year-old at all, okay?

Not to mention anything else, just your movements of lying on a chair, fanning a fan and watching TV, without forty years of life experience, you would never be able to do it so perfectly. "

"That's because something very unforgettable happened to me. Do you want to know?"

Andrew said with a melancholy look. Blair couldn't stand it anymore and laughed again. She didn't know why, but she wanted to laugh when she saw Andrew's melancholy look.

"It seems that the path of a melancholy and cold uncle is not suitable for me at all."

Andrew sighed, and the two chatted for a while. Blair said, "Uncle, I just borrowed someone else's mobile phone and contacted my dad. He is fine. He also awakened his superpower because he was worried about me."

"He seems to be a good father."

Andrew nodded, and Blair glanced at Andrew and said, "He is indeed a good father, but he is too keen on work, so his mother separated from him.

My father said that New York was very dangerous and urged me to take a flight back to Los Angeles immediately after the disaster was over. He would personally protect me.

So, if nothing unexpected happens, I will go back after this disaster is over. "

"Don't talk about life and death, maybe your father will be transferred to New York to work the day after tomorrow?"

Andrew laughed, the president is my man, the disaster response bureau is also my man, transferring a firefighter is just a matter of a word?

"How can it be such a coincidence?"

Blair shook her head and didn't say anything else. She said: "Uncle, what I want to say is that I am very happy to meet you and thank you for saving me."

"Don't be so serious, too serious, the relationship will be alienated."

Andrew shook his head and said: "It's just Los Angeles. At worst, I can drive a private plane to find you. Uh, you asked me where I got a private plane? I have always had one, but I am low-key and didn't tell you."

"I didn't ask."

Blair complained, she said: "If you really come to Los Angeles, I will invite you to swim on the beach and let you take pictures."

"I said, I'm not that kind of person. "

Andrew looked disgusted. How could just taking pictures be enough? Although Blair didn't know what he was thinking, she knew very well what kind of person Andrew was. After all, when Andrew talked to her, his eyes would always move downwards and to a certain position of her.

Of course, other men were like this too. Blair didn't think it was a big deal, otherwise, she wouldn't wear clothes with a low chest.

Seeing Andrew and Blair getting closer and closer, Ashley felt a little annoyed. However, she couldn't find a suitable reason to go over. If she went over at this time, wouldn't it mean that she really had some thoughts about the uncle?

"By the way, since you are going back, I'll give you this amulet in advance."

Andrew handed Blair an amulet and said, "You know its function. It can only protect you once."

"Thank you. I hope you don't need it. "

Blair took the amulet, and unlike her previous indifference, this time, she said with great gratitude that this amulet, sometimes, is equal to a life.

Such a favor cannot be repaid with a few bikini photos.

At this time, Samantha came over with a girl with colorful hair, earrings, and a rebellious look. She was obviously a little gangster. She introduced: "This is the rat controller.

She was a superpower before the disaster, but she didn't learn well. After awakening her superpowers, she didn't serve the country and the people. Instead, she used rats to steal things. Later, she was discovered and arrested by a superhero.

Because she is young and a superpower, she was not locked up, but lived in an orphanage. She was a little reluctant to cooperate. Please help me persuade her. "

"Serve the country and the people? Auntie, you are so unsophisticated. Who is interested in serving the country and the people these days? "

The rat controller said disdainfully: "These days, people should work for themselves. This is the surfer of the new era. As for those clauses that restrict people, they should have been thrown away long ago.

In addition, you don't need to persuade me anymore. I will never take risks with you. I haven't lived enough. You can't force me. I am not yet an adult and have no obligation to fight on the battlefield. "

Samantha had a headache. Both she and the director had persuaded the rat controller for a while before, but unfortunately, it was completely ineffective. The little girl confessed that she was afraid of death. Can you still force her to take risks?

"Poor new era surfer."

Andrew glanced at the rat controller up and down and said contemptuously: "You don't even have a hundred dollars on your body. Do you deserve to call yourself a new era? Do others agree?"

"Uncle, you know shit. This is my own DIY. This is personality, personality, do you understand?"

The rat controller was immediately anxious and shouted immediately. For a girl of her age, the most important thing is to be cool and cool. She doesn't want the title of poor ghost at all.

"DIY? "

Andrew sneered, pointing at the Harley motorcycle over there and said: "That's the real DIY. Before, an old lady asked me how much this motorcycle was worth, and I was embarrassed to tell her the price.

Because any part on it is equivalent to her one-day salary. "

The old lady's mouth twitched a little. I said, am I being shot even when I'm lying down? And how much is your broken motorcycle? Why are you so arrogant?

"Wow!"

The mouse controller's eyes shifted to the Harley motorcycle and was instantly attracted by it. She ran over and screamed excitedly: "Wow, this engine, this acceleration, this tire... Isn't this too cool?

Uncle, who did you ask to help you modify the motorcycle? So many top-level devices are stacked together, and they can actually run smoothly? "