American comics Lord of Hell

"Of course he is the most powerful reformer in the universe."

Andrew said: "Rat Controller, I won't talk nonsense with you anymore. Help us attract the rats. I will teach you a legal way to make a lot of money and ensure that no one will pursue you."

Well, except for the tax bureau. If you are not afraid of them bursting into your house with a Chicago typewriter to demand taxes, I suggest you pay your taxes honestly every year. "

The Rat Controller was a little excited. Andrew knew he was very rich at first glance. A rich person must know how to make a lot of money?

Only when you have money can you become cool. This is something the Rat Controller knows very well: before she awakened her powers, she went to buy ice cream on a bicycle with three other energetic guys and girls. As a result, the four of them spent a long time together to get the money. Enough to buy an ice cream.

In the end, everyone could only buy an ice cream to share. It sounded very warm, but in fact, it was quite embarrassing and very unhygienic.

This is also the reason why the mouse controller controlled the mice to steal things after she awakened her powers. She was really scared.

"I'm afraid of poverty, but I'm even more afraid of death."

The Rat Controller said to Andrew: "Before, I tried to use superpowers on mutated rats, and they attacked me like crazy. If there weren't other people around, I might have been killed.

Now if you want to attract mutant rats from an area, there must be at least tens of thousands of them, right? If something goes wrong, tens of thousands of rats will surround me, and I won’t even have any bones left. "

Speaking of the latter part, the Rat Controller couldn't help but tremble. Although her appearance was very unconventional, she was essentially just a little girl.

Samantha sighed, a little hesitant to give up the persuasion. After all, this matter was indeed dangerous.

"rest assured."

Andrew smiled, walked to the mouse controller and whispered: "This Harley can achieve short-term flight, and nothing will happen."

"Really? So advanced?"

The Rat Controller asked with bright eyes, and Andrew said: "Of course it's true, little girl, no one in this world is willing to sacrifice their lives. I am so rich that I dare to carry out this operation. You don't have to worry about anything."

"Although your words make people feel uncomfortable, they do make sense."

The Rat Controller thought about it carefully and asked: "Is there really a legal way to make a lot of money? Let's first say that this big money must be at least ten thousand, no, twenty thousand US dollars a month, or I won't accept it."

"Don't worry, it will definitely be more than 20,000 US dollars."

Andrew looked disdainful. Who are he looking down on? I pay my waiter a salary of one hundred thousand dollars a day. You read that right, it’s a daily salary, not a monthly salary.

"Okay, then I will fight with you once. After winning, I will immediately buy a bucket of apples."

The Rat Controller finally chose to nod, and the Director and Samantha breathed a sigh of relief. With the help of the Rat Controller, it would be much easier to deal with the rats.

Moreover, the role of rat controllers is not limited to this time. How many rats are there in New York? The answer is countless, dozens of times more than the population of New York. This time, only some mice have mutated, and more mice will appear in the future.

The Rat Controller has agreed, and the next step is the action plan. The director took out a map of Flushing and wanted to talk. Andrew complained: "Well, isn't it too old-fashioned to use a map?

Doesn’t the Disaster Countermeasures Bureau have a 3D map of all of New York? Updated daily, allowing them to open download access to Flushing. "

"Have it?"

The director was stunned for a moment and quickly contacted the Disaster Countermeasures Bureau. Soon, everyone in the office saw a 3D map of Flushing. It was very clear and just like the real thing. This was mainly for disaster preparation.

"The Disaster Countermeasures Bureau not only provided a map, but also told us that the current rats in Flushing are mainly concentrated in the market area."

The director said: "There were a lot of rats in the market area, and there happened to be a garbage station around the market area. There were even more rats. After the disaster, a large number of rats besieged the people in the market area. Fortunately, there was a superhero there. Shopping.

But it is a pity that the superhero is not too strong and cannot kill all the rats. He can only protect the people as much as possible. The situation there is very critical at the moment. The higher-ups hope that you will rush there as soon as possible.

After the rats in the market area are dealt with, I will contact you where to go. Alas, it is a pity that those Heavenly Father Gods suddenly came to heaven, otherwise, this disaster should have been over.

Unlike now, where there are still monsters everywhere, our New York is actually pretty good. Other cities are even worse because there are no superheroes in their cities. However, it is said that many people have awakened their powers this time..."

"no problem."

Andrew interrupted the director and asked him to continue speaking. It was probably getting dark. Then he set off again. The Rat Controller sat at the front of the Harley, Andrew sat in the middle, Samantha sat in the back, and Tsunade , she still prepared in advance.

There was no words all the way. Soon, the three of them arrived near the market area. Andrew used the drone to check the situation there. At this sight, not to mention the rat controller, even Samantha felt creepy.

It's not that they are timid, but there are too many rats. The market area is surrounded by rats, which is like a sea of ​​rats. The first floor of the market area has been occupied by them. A superhero led the people to guard the second floor, struggling. support.

In fact, they can't hold on much longer, because the superhero's superpowers are almost exhausted. Once he is unable to fight, the defense line will be breached, and everyone will become food for mutant rats.

"Should we retreat? There are so many rats, it's too scary, right?"

The Rat Controller was trembling with fear. She was different from the woman in the DC universe who could control rats. The woman in the DC Universe grew up with rats and was not afraid of rats. She also liked them very much, while the Rat Controller was very disgusted with rats.

"We must lure the rats away as soon as possible, otherwise the people inside will not be able to hold on. Moreover, once those rats break through the defense line, they may not be able to lure them away by then."

Samantha said solemnly, and Andrew thought for a moment and said, "Samantha, sit down for a while, tie me with a belt, and then shoot the chasing rat with a submachine gun.

Remember, your back should be close to me, otherwise the recoil may cause the motorcycle to lose control. As for the Rat Controller, you can only use the skill. After sending it, close your eyes and sing. "

"I can sing. My ideal in life is to become the next Taylor."

The Rat Controller nodded excitedly when he heard this. Samantha glanced at the Harley, imagined a back-sitting posture in her mind, and nodded in the same way: "There's nothing wrong with me."

Andrew smiled and said: "Okay, let's take action right away."

…

On the second floor of the market area, faced with a precarious line of defense, some people stepped forward to help, some kept sending messages asking for advice online, and some cursed. Why haven't other superheroes come yet?

At this moment, a violent roar rolled in, and even the screams of a large number of mutated rats could not cover it up.

The people next to the windows quickly turned their heads to look in the direction of the sound, and saw a man in a white-haired leather jacket driving a Harley-Davidson motorcycle, heading this way quickly.

When he was about to approach the tide of rats, the white-haired man controlled the motorcycle to make a sharp turn and stop. Then, the rat controller on the motorcycle activated his superpower, and an invisible wave swept across the tide of rats: "Rats, obey my orders. "

If it were an ordinary mouse, it would really obey, but the mutant mouse would not, because the mouse controller's power was too weak to control them, and this kind of control would undoubtedly anger these mice - no matter what kind of life, it is Those who advocate freedom do not want to be controlled.

Therefore, as the power ripples swept across, all the rats turned around and looked at the rat controller with eyes full of red light.

The Rat Controller was so frightened that she quickly closed her eyes. She felt that she would have nightmares tonight. Damn it, why did she agree to this nonsense? It's all because of the damn money that blinded her.

Thinking of something, the Rat Controller started singing. When they heard her singing, both Andrew and Samantha were startled. Are you singing or killing? And you said your dream is to be Taylor? If Taylor had a voice like yours, he would definitely apply for a voice job at the zoo.

"If you are one of your own, please don't speak out."

Andrew complained, started the motorcycle, and sped off into the distance with billowing smoke and dust. As soon as the motorcycle moved, the rats immediately moved with it, chasing after them densely.

Like spiders, some rats have special abilities. Half-meter-long rat hair needles fly out from their bodies and shoot towards the motorcycle like sharp arrows.

Fortunately, there are not many rats with special abilities, so there are only about a hundred rat hair needles.

"Fake, Mr. Wang, be careful."

Samantha didn't expect the mouse to have this ability at all, and shouted hurriedly. Andrew started to accelerate and got out of the attack area, and said: "Samantha, turn your arm into a big shield to resist the mouse hair needle.

A shield is also a type of weapon and armor. Since you can change such a complicated firearm, you can definitely change a shield. I believe, Samantha, you can do it. "

"Stop feeding me chicken soup. I won't eat it."

Samantha complained, she raised her left hand, her arm quickly became steel, and then, a large shield appeared next to her arm.

This large shield is not only strong, but also has a special feature, that is, the shell is partially composed of life energy, so even if it is shot, it will not hurt Samantha.

Otherwise, if it is equivalent to the body, what is the point of making a shield?

"I sure can."

Samantha laughed loudly and raised her shield to block a few rat hair needles. At the same time, her right hand turned into a machine gun and fired wildly at the rats.

Although some of the rats were shot, the rest had no intention of stopping and continued to chase wildly. No matter what, they would not let go of the humans who wanted to deprive them of their freedom. The freedom of rats is also freedom.

If you look down from the sky, you will see a black tide leaving the market area, desperately chasing the Harley motorcycles, but no matter how hard they chase, they can't catch up.