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"I'm too lazy to apply with him, what's there to apply for?"

The bald middle-aged man slammed the report in his hand on the table, and his roar even made the police station quiet for a moment: "God damn idiot! I hope he has syphilis, hemorrhoids, smallpox! Wife cheating and He got divorced, took all his money, and died alone on the street!"

In front of him stood a lady in a formal suit, and she sighed helplessly: "Director, why don't you accept the softness? It's just bowing your head."

"Bow your head?" The director's eyes widened, and his beard looked like it was about to go to the sky. "Would you like to hear what you're saying? Officer Mavis?"

"I'm the chief of the NYPD! That damn FBI thinks he can trespass into my city, mess around, and finally have to bow down to him and ask for support?"

"Damn it! Before he came, this place was fine! The only thing we had a headache for was that Spider Woman, the bastard said he came after Spider Woman. It turned out to bring a whole bunch of criminals with previous convictions, and now this group of criminals Right in my city, I can't even arrest them!"

Officer Mavis sighed again: "Seriously, Chief. Although I agree with your idea, our top priority now is to apply for support, no matter who it comes from. The FBI, the CIA, or the goddamn Aegis Bureau..."

The middle-aged man sat down on his office chair and looked at Officer Mavis angrily: "Are you the chief or am I the chief?"

Officer Mavis shrugged: "Of course you are the chief, so I hope you can make the right decision."

She pointed to the lobby outside: "We have injured one-third of our staff in half a month. Now, there are not enough police officers patrolling every day. Some people have to patrol three blocks alone. I have already made four of them this week. New recruits who haven't been fully trained are going to work with guns."

As she spoke, she folded her arms: "You can figure it out, Director."

After a moment of silence, the director sighed: "I never in my fucking life thought I'd have to lick an FBI's ass."

"Come on, Director, at least you don't have to lick the thing in front of him."

"Mavis."

"Yes, sir."

"Get out!"

"Okay, sir."

Mavis left his office graciously and closed the door kindly. She had just walked out of the office only two steps when a fat guy came over and asked, "Did he agree?"

"Of course, I'll find him myself. Old George has nothing to do with me." With a smile, Mavis patted the fat guy's butt and said, "But, seriously. Gilmore, you have to lose weight."

Guillermo lifted his waistband. He looked like a water-filled balloon, the black kind.

He didn't care at all about being patted on the buttocks, and patted his belly again, not ashamed, but smiled proudly: "Our family has to eat more, Mavis, like you A woman who has to keep an eye on her body at all times doesn't know how it feels."

"How do you feel?"

"Imagine you've eaten three burgers and two fried chickens. Then your mom brings up another big plate of steak. When you're done with that, you'll have two more milkshakes. And then there's Ice cream is waiting for you."

His description made Mavis shudder: "No, let's forget it. You can eat one meal for a week, Gilmore, don't you think about your health?"

"Life's too short to have fun! I want to eat, so I will." Gilmour shrugged. "Besides, I haven't seen any health problems with me."

Mavis pretended not to know that he was out of breath walking up the stairs.

At this time, another person came, a tall and strong man. Black hair, with a military-like temperament.

"Hello, Mavis."

"Hello, Frankie."

The man frowned. "Don't call me Frankie."

"Okay, Francis, what's the matter?"

Francis said with a stern face: "It's nothing, just want to make sure that your plan is successful. Has our old stubborn George ever let go of his support? If he doesn't let go, I'll have to go in and kick his ass myself."

"Oh, don't worry! Francis, of course he agreed. After all, it's me."

"Very good." Francis nodded. "If that's the case, I'll be fine." After saying that, he turned and left.

Mavis and Gilmour looked at each other as they watched the back of him leave.

"Has Frank always been like this?"

"Call him Francis, he took his Italian name back after his wife died."

"Speaking of which, have those bastards caught it?"

Mavis pondered for a while before saying to Gilmour, "You'd better not ask about it, Gilmour. We announced that they were all missing."

Gilmour gasped. "You mean...?"

Mavis nodded: "Yes, it's what you think."

She rolled up her sleeves and said lightly: "The unlucky guy has no luck when he comes back from the Marine Corps. First, he was inexplicably involved in a major transnational case. Then he was arrested by the gang when he went to a picnic with his family. Molecular attack. Wife died, he took his son and daughter in his arms and blocked all the bullets.”

"So," she turned her head and looked at Gilmour, "what position do we have to prevent him from taking revenge?"

"I really didn't know Frank had such a past, I thought he was just a little more difficult to get along with."

Gilmour's words made Mavis laugh out loud: "A little difficult to get along with? Hahahahaha, you are really humorous, Gilmour. Considering that you don't work in the field, I don't think I've heard this sentence. . However, you'd better not say this in front of the field team."

"why?"

Mavis gave him an intriguing smile: "Question: A man with a strong tendency to self-destruct works in the police station. He is very skilled with his marksmanship. Which category will he be assigned to?"

Gilmour swallowed.

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Gwen is lying.

Obviously, she thought she was covering it up well. But the more words she says, the more mistakes she makes. A lie often needs more lies to make up for it.

He Shenyan squinted, he sat on the roof of the building, playing with a delicate lighter in his hand, which was a gift from Gwen. The girl said that she had traveled all over the city to buy this outdated old lighter, which she thought fit the taste of the mage.

Unfortunately, I don't smoke. He Shenyan smiled.

The spider totem thing is real, and so is the attraction between them.

But what she said was 100% false that there was a connection after encountering blood—yes, blood plays a very important role in esotericism, and can even replace real names to some extent.

But blood is by no means a panacea, what's more, he didn't find any problems after checking himself. There was nothing in his mind except the mark reserved for contacting the Emperor.

Well, here comes the question.

Spider Totem....Why did you choose me?

You can't really want a super powerful Spider-Man, can you?

Thinking of this, he couldn't help laughing, and that laughter spread far away on the roof. His figure also disappeared in a wave of fluctuations.

old place.

The Emperor held his hands behind his back, staring at the dark Milky Way in front of him with a solemn expression.

He Shenyan walked up to him and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Frank's efficiency is a bit too good." The Emperor said this sentence with an extremely solemn expression, like a person who won tens of millions of lottery tickets and felt that he was too rich.

The mage rolled his eyes: "Are you serious? This is the first time I have seen someone who dislikes the efficiency of their company's employees."

"Just kidding." The dignified expression smiled in an instant, and the emperor said with a faint smile: "Didn't you say that you were going to leave for a while to go on vacation? Why did you contact me again?"

"The vacation was not very successful." The mage shook his head. "Let's put it this way, there is a multiverse-level creature god who wants to ask me to have a child. In order to achieve this goal, it also specially found an acquaintance of mine? It's an acquaintance."

The Emperor raised his left eyebrow very slowly with a strange amplitude: "So, you agreed?"

"Do I look sick or just use my lower body to think? I mean, she's very nice, she's great. But I don't have the slightest idea of ​​getting married, and I have to have a child?" He Shenyan shook his head. Waving. "Don't even think about it."

"Have you considered...?"

"It just wanted some of my power - of course, of course I considered the possibility. In fact, that was the first thing that came to my mind. But the problem is, I don't know if this thing has intelligence at all. ."

"It's just a possibility." The Emperor touched his chin and said lightly: "You are indeed a hot commodity, Mage. Forgive my rhetoric - but, you are really hot."

"Look at yourself, you have this kind of power even before you are a hundred years old. It's normal for someone to stare at you."

He Shenyan sighed: "The problem isn't here, it's the weird mutual attraction between her and me. I'm already trying my best to avoid not meeting her, and there's absolutely no way for the two of us to have a normal conversation."

The Emperor glanced at him up and down: "Your mental body is fine."

"Yeah, I know that too."

The Emperor nodded. "Yes, you know."

The mage's body froze for a moment, and he suddenly realized that he had missed something. He was dark under the lights - it wasn't some kind of magic that works on the mind, but a special hormone that works on the body.

Looking at his expression, the Emperor smiled slowly: "It seems that you finally found out, very good."

"Before you leave, allow me to ask," said the Emperor. "In your heart, is there a place for love?"

"Not until I've got it all done. Not to mention, I'm used to being alone."

The Emperor nodded noncommittally.

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"I heard he's back again."

"Who?"

"Don't play stupid, buddy, he! Who else can I use such a bitch to describe besides him."

"Oh!" The guy suddenly realized, after he looked left and right, he dared to say softly: "You mean Batman, right?"

His companion suddenly scolded: "Are you an idiot? Fuck me! Don't mention his name!"

The guy looked at his companion in confusion: "Is there anything I can't mention? Can he suddenly appear from behind me?"

His voice fell, and a cold breath climbed up his back. A heavy hand grabbed his shoulder. He heard heavy breathing from behind - no, not from behind. It came from hell.

After two short exclamations, there were two more severely disabled people on the ground.

too slow.

A burst of dissatisfaction flashed through him, Bruce Wayne, Cran Samps, Batman, the Primarch thought. He couldn't tolerate this kind of efficiency—especially when he learned about the threats facing humanity in another world.

After the transformation, he has an inexhaustible lifespan, enough for him to spend fifty years slowly patrolling and transforming Gotham into the kind of place he wants - but it's not enough, not enough at all . Batman now has a higher purpose, he still hates criminals, but he also has something else to hate.

His figure turned into a icy mist and disappeared in place, and in the blink of an eye it reconvened on the highest building in Gotham. Staring at the night scene below, he realized that it was time to move forward with the plan.

Without further ado, start now.

The power from the depths of the bloodline exploded with all his strength, and he disappeared in place, turning into a cold wind blowing across the roof. In a few minutes, he appeared in another city: Metropolis.

A man in a red and blue shirt descended from the sky and fell slowly. He stared at the tall black figure on the ground, and said slowly with a complicated expression, "You are not him, are you?"

"It could be."

Superman landed slowly. He was more than a head shorter than Batman. After all, Batman is now more than three meters tall and is still growing. His body was shrouded under the cloak, and an icy aura radiated from his body.

"Okay, Batman, what's the matter with me?"

"I want to unify the world."

"what would you like?!"

"One world," Batman repeated. "Wars between nations are pointless, I'm tired of watching politicians infighting and plotting against each other on the news. In the end, it's the ordinary people who get hurt, and you superheroes in fancy clothes... ."

"Morality binds you. Of course, this is also because you don't have a great ideal." He said to himself, without any scruples about Superman's increasingly ugly face.

Until he finally couldn't take it anymore and interrupted Batman: "Listen, man. I know you're some clone of him. But I don't know where this power in you comes from, and I don't know yours. Where does this ambition come from. But I don't mind asking you to stop your crazy fantasies, understand?"

"crazy?"

Batman's mouth curled into a mocking smile: "Mr. Boy Scout, I'm not crazy. I'm doing this for a higher purpose, not to rule the world for my own selfish desires as you think. Not to mention. , I said 'unification'."

As he spoke, he walked forward slowly, holding the fist that Superman wanted to throw, so powerful that Superman could not break free.

He said slowly: "The universe is huge...and there are many worlds, and there are countless compatriots in those worlds that are similar but different from ours are suffering a sad fate. I can't sit idly by."

"What the hell are you talking about?!"

Batman let go, he grabbed Superman's armor and lifted him slowly until he was at the same level as himself: "Tell me, Clark Kent. When you have the ability to rescue a person, but you Do you regret not doing that?"

Superman's face was dazed for a moment: "...Yes, I will."

"So, what about a thousand people? Do you feel inexorably guilty?"

"...Yes I will."

"Now, expand that number to ten thousand, ten million, billions, and the entire universe—" Batman let go, letting Superman fall to the ground. He raised his head and stared at the stars at night: "—Now, you should be able to understand how I feel at this time."

Superman sitting on the ground raised his head, he didn't understand why he just said the truth. But Batman has always had a convincing power in him, especially since he's inexplicably grown so tall.

He asked, "I don't understand, what exactly do you mean?"

"Just think about it, Kent," Batman said dryly. "Do you think we're the only intelligent beings in the universe? I'm sure even the stupidest idiot wouldn't say a definite answer, especially since you're from Krypton."

Superman listened quietly.

"Then expand the scope. Are we the only universe that exists?"

"Parallel universe theory?" Superman muttered.

"Not bad, but not a parallel universe."

Batman turned around, his tall body was covered under a cloak of the same color as the night, like a towering and rolling mountain: "Many different universes."

Superman fell into a kind of daze, he couldn't understand what Batman was talking about in this short period of time - in fact, no one could fully understand it, and the only ones who could understand were the Tzeentch believers.

"I noticed that you're thinking. That's a good thing, thinking is the greatest asset a human being has.... So, Kent, I want you to think about my words."

As he was about to leave, he said: "Besides, I'm not discussing with you. I'm telling you. After three days, I will stop all meaningless wars in this world, and completely end the meaningless internal conflicts. ."