I, the son of Akainu, am bound to the super template at the beginning

A gust of wind blew, and the leaves swirled and slowly fell. As soon as the leaves fell back to the ground, Piero came in with two people.

"So they were hiding in nearby cars." On the first move, Pietro gleefully dropped them on the conference room floor.

Newspapers were stuffed into his mouth, his limbs were tightly bound by his own restraints, and the originally high-quality clothes were now an insurmountable rope. Two thick white men twisted their bodies in ugly postures, unable to bring them from the top speed. After recovering from the dizziness, they could not vomit out the acidic water in their stomachs. They gasped and rolled their eyes, and it took a long time to resume breathing.

"Has anyone seen you move?" Shane asked casually, looking at the two of them.

"There's no one around," Pietro shrugged, sure of his own importance.

"So no one knows they are here to see me." Shane muttered, his tone was a little wrong, and both of them looked at each other in disbelief and jumped up immediately.

But Pietro pressed himself on the two of them in time. Although he was not known for his strength, he was a mutant beyond ordinary people after all. His arms were quite powerful, and he pinched the two of them tightly like two helpless chickens. Neck, leaving them without the slightest strength to resist.

At this time, he ignored the wisecrack: "As long as the cars don't open their mouths, I guarantee that no one from the 520 will know where they have gone."

"Yes, I'm sure." Shane smiled strangely and leaned over to look at the two of them. "This is close to Bear Mountain State Park. I remember there is a small lake not far from here. Maybe their superiors will think that they were kidnapped by the water monster in the lake. Don't you think so?"

"It's not good, isn't it?" Pietro replied, rubbing the back of his head hastily, because he finally realized something was wrong.

"Erich Remarque said that the death of one person is a tragedy, but the death of one million people is just a statistic. The number of missing people in this country every day has reached 2,300, and last year it exceeded 90 Ten thousand, so two more people don't seem to matter, they may just push the number to one million. You see, this sentence is meant for them, so what are we waiting for?"

The two people were screaming wildly, speechless, and writhing on the ground. Their faces were red from holding back tears and snot running down their faces.

Pietro was also shocked: he had not expected to encounter such a situation, and was stunned for a moment.

Then, he heard Shane's order.

"You mean slap them?" Pietro grabbed the two men's hands and asked Shane for advice. When he got the answer, he breathed a sigh of relief. Although a slap in the face is uncomfortable, it is nothing compared to rectifying these two scoundrels.

Now, even these two men were relaxed and no longer worried about enduring pain: as long as they didn't lose their lives, anything was fine.

But the way they clenched their jaws nervously showed that they must have something to say.

Pietro warned Shane, but Shane had his own opinion.

"Keep calm, Pietro." Shane smiled and leaned over to observe them. Ancient jurists believed that any answer that was not obtained under torture was unreliable. I've always agreed with this. "

"Okay." Shane's words were meaningful. Pietro was speechless for a moment and raised his hand.

In the horrified eyes of the two people, two clear voices sounded.

"No, that's not right." Shane was not satisfied with this and gestured with his posture. "Slapping is like a general directing a war. It is an art that requires in-depth study. In the Renaissance, a skilled artist could majestically enter the flower halls of cardinals and dukes with his own skills. Similarly, if you master "With the secret of slapping, you can make a grown man instantly return to the time when he was a baby swallowing a pacifier. He will stop thinking and confess everything to you without any reservations."

"Sounds like the power of the guzheng." Pietro shrugged and slapped them. With just two slaps, his whole body became hot, as if he was engaged in a general battle.

"Well said, it seems you have mastered the basic principles, but you still lack practice." Shane praised, making a "please" gesture, and Pietro lowered his head and looked at his captive.

Now when I look at them again, the faces of these two people seem to be rounder.

"Oh, I don't want to do this either, but who asked him to be the leader?" Pietro said this apologetically and raised his hand again.

This time, both of them burst into tears and howled loudly. Although Pietro's hands did not exert much force, their conversation cheered up both of them. Unfortunately, the suffering was not over yet. They still had to fight for their own. Behavior is punishable.

"No, it's impossible." Shane shook his head back and forth. He was determined to completely destroy the will of these two people, and in the process, give the good old Pietro an unforgettable social practice lesson. "Wave your arms, look convincing, and act boldly and decisively."

He was talking loudly and criticizing Pietro, his head lowering lower and lower.

"Just a rebuke is enough to make 60% of people have uneasy consciences, but please think about it, the people here are all pampered and civilized people, and these people are barbarians who are ready to conspire to take away our last property. Deal with barbarians You can only talk to them in a way they can understand."

"Barbarians?" Pietro muttered to himself, looking at the two men held by his men. Although their clothes were simple, they had always been in suits and leather shoes before, but now they suddenly changed their appearance, and his thoughts suddenly became confused.

Shane noticed that Pietro's eyes became lowered, and it seemed that the young man still needed some motivation.

So, he opened the mini bar in the conference room, took out the champagne used to celebrate the successful signing, took out two glasses, handed one to Pietro, and drank it slowly with him

Kneeling and crying among them were two boys who had been assigned by their superiors to incite a union uprising. They didn't realize what trouble they were getting into, nor did they realize that these seemingly kind and bullying mutants could be so terrifying.

Admiring their crooked faces, Shane's voice echoed lazily in the conference room.

"In ancient times, barbarians referred to foreigners who wore animal skins, wielded wooden sticks, and engaged in robbery and unproductive labor; in the Middle Ages, the word was reinterpreted, even though they were well-dressed, possessed of superb skills and gentle character , those who did not believe in Christ were still classified as savages. And in our time, this name suddenly disappeared from our world, those who still wore animal skins were called aborigines, while the latter were called For foreigners or minorities. No matter what they are called, as long as they are in this country, at least on the surface they will be respected. But there is only one exception."

"There is only one exception. They are a branch of mankind, they are as old as mankind, they may not have been specially assigned a place on Noah's Ark, but the Creator has certainly given these people more favors. They are us, the mutants .

Then, Shane's eyes turned to Pietro, with a fiery light shining in his eyes. Pietro's heart suddenly lifted, and he felt a little dry.0

Shane's voice continued, and his aura became more and more convincing. His voice was like a drum, beating on Pietro's heart and pushing his blood.

"We are the true darlings of the Creator, and we are the most undisputed successors on this land, but such great mutants have to succumb to the will of ordinary people like herbivores. It's unbelievable, But compared with us, I call these guys who dress luxuriously and are used to trampling on the interests of others as barbarians. To deal with barbarians, you must use their language. In their world, a slap in the face makes everyone Understand hard currency.”

"Say what you will, Piero, carry out your mission

Shane called loudly, and his will imprinted into the young man's heart along with his voice. The silver-haired young man thought of the days of persecution in Europe. Those insults, hostility and rejection flashed before his eyes one by one, like a hot fire, burning his heart and igniting a raging fire in his heart. Soon, Piero gritted his teeth and raised his palms.

Palm branches whirred.

After returning to the office, Pietro still maintained a thoughtful expression, which was undoubtedly incredible to those who knew him well.

We have been in contact for many days, and now everyone knows that this is a heartless and enthusiastic boy, but on his face, the former ease has disappeared [replaced by some indescribable calmness and composure.

"Oh my God, what did you do to Pietro?" Ororo was shocked: she and Wanda had always had a good relationship, but of course, she was also worried when she saw the changes in her brother.

"I think he was scared." Shane smiled. When Ororo heard this, he immediately thought of his recent rant; this man seemed to like to shock others violently, and in a way that caught people off guard. Way.

She slapped Shane angrily and protected Wanda, who was worried, behind her.

It was late at night, and Shane was still in his front room, when suddenly the door opened from the outside and Pietro walked in.

"Why did you stop me?" His eyes were dark and he looked like he hadn't rested well.

"No?" Shane didn't look up and continued busy with his business.

"I thought you just said a lot of things just to see me beat someone up." Pietro was not a fool. He roughly guessed it, but what happened next was beyond his expectation. It was the final obstacle. Keeping his hands from falling on other people's faces, for a moment, he seemed to have stepped on a psychological line of defense, but when he looked back, it seemed as if everything was still in the past.

"Raising your hands and putting them down is courage; raising your hands and not putting them down is also courage." Killing someone is like a slap in the face, it is just a momentary act. Humans are not friendly, and I want you to grow up for the sake of your fellow humans and sisters, but it is not time to cross the line yet, I just want you to understand the true face of this world. "In the dim light" Shane opened another page.

Pietro seemed to understand something, but Shane did not continue to explain, waved the young man to leave, and left the room himself.

"But what exactly do you mean, don't you want me to be your subordinate?" If Shane had said it directly, the hero Pietro might have refused, but after so long, he was once again frustrated by being ignored.

"Do you agree?" Shane asked slowly.

"No one would," Pietro replied hesitantly.

"Okay, let me see." Shane finally raised his head, opened the map book, and read the name. .