The ghostly brave man mixed in American comics

"Sorry, I said something rather vulgar." Zumas, with the back of one hand pressed to his forehead, seemed to regret how rude he was now.

"It's not intentional, it's completely unconscious to state in advance, it's really swollen so badly that it bursts my anus... Do you understand what this means?

"It means I've ripped a new asshole for myself!" I've gotten so angry with the president that it's my fault? For a while, his saliva flew around, and his tone and demeanor were extremely excited.

"It is often said that if the U.S. government were a person, no one would want to deal with him. So yes, the people we put in that office next year must have a clear understanding of who they are and who they are. As

he spoke, Zumas had already thought of the next president crouching at his feet like a loyal dog, begging him to give him some food, which was so beautiful.

"And to do that, we need to make our own old-school and exciting scandal."

"A soldier hidden for seventy years, an affair, a murder, a videotape."

"Let people point fingers, make people chew their tongues, so that the money is well spent." This is good for me to help myself to get the president to know the point and recognize the reality.

"Besides, that bastard Captain America is a product of a government project, really, he's a government asset in his own right, and in my social circle, do you know how easy it is to get that kind of information?"

"His identity, secret identity? It's all written in the government files, of course, the files are top-secret documents, but the records are clear..." "

You must want to ask now, why did you get involved?" Why did I find you, huh? Tell you – the answer is why not? "

The clothes were stained... The president's private parts are stained with traces of nausea ... How do you think the American people will learn about this kind of thing? Was it accidentally leaked?

"No, because those big people who are so rich will definitely let the American people know about this kind of thing, but they are not telling it directly, they will not." Entirely through a third party – even a fourth or fifth party.

"It looks like it was accidentally leaked, unintentional, and serendipitous." Traitors or leakers are something that no one wants to see – not a good thing.

"So — we're going to design it so that the message looks like ... It seems to leak naturally. It was purely accidental.

"Somebody was in the wrong place at the wrong time." Maybe this person is you? I still say: sell the videotape. "

Ha..." Lance laughed, then turned his expression and stared at Zumas with a murderous face, "I—I will never sell someone like you."

"Well, okay then... George! Take the ball! After turning his head and shouting, Zumas threw the cigar in his hand on the ground: "Let's make it clear... I still say that: hand over the videotape. Because if you destroy this videotape — or if anyone comes to me for trouble — even if someone whispers my name?

"I'll drag you to the TV station if you can't regret it... I will personally accuse you of being a liar, a blackmailer, a maniac. I will paint you as if you look at it and show it to the world.

"And then in a year, I'll kill you while you're sleeping." Who else will miss you then?

Zumas turned his back to Lance and waved and said, "Sorry, now I'm out of company, I'm going to continue my game."

Lance finally understood why the wicked suddenly became chattering when they could win with just one more finger.

In fact, they are trying to eliminate the cognitive dissonance caused by the inconsistency between internalized morality and explicit behavior when they do evil.

By constantly speaking to yourself and others, you can achieve the so-called "cognitive dissonance resolution".

By obtaining external feedback, you can improve your self-evaluation, kill people, and get pleasure. The more you struggle, the more excited you are.

"Is there a possibility? Have all the conversations about us been recorded? Lance reached out and hugged Tom down, looked at his back and said calmly.

Zumas, who walked away, paused and did not look back: "In this case, there is no need to let you leave, sometimes I really admire your courage, dare to come to me alone, which is something that many people can't do, or dare not do."

"Where can you send it?" On the web? Will it be deleted as soon as it is sent? Write a letter to send a courier? If you don't send it, you will be stopped, these are just useless work. As soon as the words fell, Zumas made a gesture, and the bodyguards in the distance quickly pulled out their weapons and aimed at Lance, who was standing still.

Lance looked at him and smiled and asked, "Is it?" Looks like you're going to kill me next? His face remained calm, as if the muzzles not far away did not exist.

"Do you still have any value in existing?" Zumas asked rhetorically, before he waved his hand: "Kill him." As

the words fell, the bodyguards pulled the trigger in unison, and bullets whistled towards Lance.

Lance looked at the bullet fired without the slightest panic, the corners of his mouth raised slightly to reveal a smile, and then an arrow burst out.

Under the shocked expressions of the group of bodyguards, they came to the center of the crowd, their right legs were slightly bent and raised, and a rotating side kick kicked fiercely on the chest of the bodyguard on the left.

With a scream, the unlucky bastard flew directly out a few meters away and fell to the ground, wailing in pain.

Lance's expression was still calm, but those eyes flashed with cold light.

"Click~" As the gunshots that turned around, Lance disappeared again, and when he reappeared, he had already come to the back of a bodyguard and slammed his knee on the other party's ass.

The bodyguard screamed, then flew forward a few steps, and finally plopped, falling to the ground and covering his butt in pain, he felt like he was going to crack, but he couldn't get up at all.

Lance didn't stop, grabbed the other man's neck between the electric flints, sneaked up, and threw it towards the bodyguard next to him.

The UFO attack caused the remaining bodyguards to raise their guns in panic, and when they landed, they realized that they had hit their companions.

Lance's foot stomped on the ground, and instantly jumped to a bodyguard, his left hand slapped him in the face and hit him dizzy, and his right hand raised to hammer the opponent's chin with a downward hook.

You stopped me in the first place, right?