The ghostly brave man mixed in American comics

In New York, a child is born every eight minutes.

The 218 hospitals in New York's 5th borough can barely afford this growing city.

There are usually eight to twelve nurses in the general delivery room, who are almost constantly watching patients who are not related to them, except for their lunch breaks.

Nurses who work around the clock complain to their colleagues at least two or three times a day that damn capitalists should lighten their workload so they can spend time with their families or go on dates.

At eleven forty-nine o'clock this night, they finally got their wish.

Outside the delivery room of a hospital, a slightly bloated nurse pushed open the door and planned to step inside.

“what the fuck！ My God! "BOOM

!" A violent explosion sounded, and the hospital suddenly burst into flames....

The exhaustion of running made her feel like her legs were poured with lead.

Gwyneth usually avoided physical education classes as much as possible, using her cycle as an excuse almost every week.

On top of that, her PE grades would always pull her down, but she thought it was a fair deal.

Because after three physical education classes, the smelly sweat on her body will make the remaining five classes extremely difficult - even if she takes a shower after class.

She felt that the physical education teachers were like tyrants of the Third Reich, always forcing them to go out and run laps, but what good was this after leaving school? It simply doesn't come in handy.

But this morning....

After twenty minutes of running through the streets, Gwyneth felt her lungs burn harder than those of sixteen-year-olds who didn't smoke...

In the moment of silence before the damned men in the car inevitably found out, Gwyneth recalled the day she told her Catholic parents that she was four months pregnant.

From that moment on, the silence, anger and shame that radiated from her parents' admonitions almost made her heart long for her parents to believe in stick education.

She cried night and night, and Gwyneth could still feel the tear stains left on her cheeks from the tear-stained pillow.

At that time, she prayed repeatedly like a mantra, "Let the bad luck end here..." Apparently

, her prayer was fulfilled, and when she woke up, she saw the man stepping on her father's body and beheading her mother....

Watching them leave, the despair and fear in my heart came like a tide... Gwyneth wants to escape from here, from this demon land.

Finally, she plucked up the courage to carry her two-month-old child and run around the streets at night.

At this time, she is just a helpless woman, who only knows how to run and pray desperately, as if this is the only way to avoid the fall of bad luck...

Gwyneth, who kept running, did not find a place to sit at the root of the wall until she was tired and almost fainted. She did not dare to sleep, afraid that as soon as she closed her eyes, the nightmare would strike again.

"Whew! Whew! She gasped and turned pale, but before she could rest for a few minutes, the lights of the car lit up in the distance.

"Didi Didi!"

She looked up at the black car and couldn't help but tremble, the Lincoln car was rushing towards her at a speed of 90 kilometers per hour.

Frightened, Gwyneth quickly got up from the ground and ran desperately with the child in her arms, hoping to avoid the damage caused by the car.

But the car didn't seem to be giving up chasing her, and it got closer and closer.

"Squeak!" The shrill sound of brakes sounded, and the roaring throttle still prevented the vehicle from moving forward.

"Guys, the big night of driving to hit someone, still in front of my door, is not appropriate, right?" One leg was pressed directly in front of the car, directly denting the front of the car, and then came a lazy voice, lazy but cold.

The people in the car cursed, and then immediately turned off and got out of the car, raised their fists and smashed towards the figure in front.

But they don't seem to think that how can a person who can block a car with one foot be just an ordinary person?

That foot, the foot that blocks the car... Pull it out and it's a side kick!

"Bang!" After a loud bang, the bald guy's sternum was kicked and shattered, and the whole person fell to the ground unable to move.

His accomplice saw this scene and wanted to take out the pistol on his waist instantly, but a sudden slap slapped him in the face, knocking him several meters away, and he fell to the ground and groaned in pain.

After turning over the two, the figure gestured to the house not far away, signaling them to pay attention to their mouths, and then silently said four words: "Come out and wash the floor!" Sensing

the swaying of the curtain on the opposite side, he patted his sleeve with satisfaction, looked back, and the woman had disappeared.

"Tom, these people really don't know how to be grateful..." Lance shook his head helplessly.

[Maybe your performance is scary?] "

How is it possible!? I am such a handsome and dashing person, how can there be a lady who is afraid of me? One person and one cat mouthed and walked towards the house.

It was not early, and after the noise before going to sleep, he simply helped a poor man and did not receive any thanks.

But it doesn't matter.

And at the mouth of the alley in the distance behind him, Gwyneth held the child and watched his fading back.

That man - he was not the person he was looking for....

"The Savior swore that He would return in the last days to save the good and judge the wicked."

......

The next morning, Lance, who had been successfully listed again, stood in the doorway satisfactorily for five minutes, and then came to the next door to invite the host, Damiani, to his house for lunch, and Lance planned to show off his cooking skills.

Damiani, who readily agreed, was also looking forward to Lance's craftsmanship.

After getting the answer, Lance returned to the house of everything satisfied, leaned on the sofa and drank coffee, enjoying this rare leisure time.

Max took Tom out to buy ingredients, and with Tom there, he wasn't worried about any accidents.

During this period, Alvin, who had not been in touch for a long time, also called over, angrily scolding Lance for not telling him after moving, and as a result, Lance choked Alvin half to death with a sentence of 'I won't tell you'

In Alvin's opinion, people of Lance's personality are very unlessoned, but sometimes they are also very likable.

He is the typical kind of person who is cold on the outside and hot on the inside, kind-hearted, and poisonous in mouth, like a contradictory.

Lance laughed off his mockery, and finally said that he had a good temper and would not hate him for this little thing, but would increase the price by fifty percent at the next commission.

Lance, who had just finished saying this, directly heard a busy beep from the opposite side....