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"Captain, the handsome Spider-Man has arrived at mission location No. 1, and no superstar has been found yet." Peter said.

"Dior arrived at the second mission location and found no target. On the way here, I witnessed no less than ten vicious murders, but the magic pendant still didn't respond. This thing can't be a fake. By the way, Peter, what are you doing?

My title is really a bit overconfident."

Dior flicked the silver pendant hanging around his neck. It was just like an ordinary necklace. Facing the crazy citizens, there was no special change in the way it glowed or moved.

Steve once again reported two locations and asked Peter and the others to go check them out. He continued to drive southwest of Washington.

No, no, nothing.

There were screams and dead people everywhere, and the sky above the city was shrouded in cries and sirens. The string in Steve's heart became tighter and tighter, and his intuition kept pulling on his nerves, making his temples beat slightly.

.

wrong!

Steve suddenly tightened the brakes and the motorcycle stopped in the middle of the road. This action caused dissatisfaction from the driver behind him, who kept honking his horn.

Ignoring the irritable mood of the driver behind him, he pressed the communication device and asked: "Is there a murder happening near any of you?"

"I'm stopping a fat pig son who wants to kill his old mother. Wait for me, I'll knock him out and he'll be fine soon," Dio replied.

Steve shouted into the communicator: "No! Don't knock him unconscious. Ask him why he wanted to kill!"

"Why? Aren't they controlled by the superstar?" Peter asked.

"Ever since I came to Washington, I have always felt that something was wrong. What is happening now gives me a strong sense of déjà vu." Steve said.

so similar.

The tragedy happening in the entire city is too similar to the big boss incident last year.

The same is mind control, the same is threatening the lives of civilians, and the same is a cunning opponent who is good at hiding himself.

Similarity is a good thing, so that they can use similar methods to solve problems. This is the importance of experience, but... this may also be a trap set by the superstars deliberately taking advantage of their empiricism!

"Understood."

Dior first helped the frightened old man to the sofa, lifted the middle-aged fat man, jumped out of the window, and reached the top floor of the building.

Plop!

The middle-aged fat man was thrown to the edge of the rooftop.

Dio smiled, his two sharp teeth shining coldly in the moonlight.

"Don't stop me from killing that old guy!"

The middle-aged fat man got up, waved his fat fists, and tried to knock down a vampire with his lack of exercise. The next second, his nose was broken and he was thrown to the edge of the rooftop again.

Dio remained silent, baring his fangs and silently staring at the fat middle-aged man.

The "Batman" experience in London some time ago gave this former aristocratic young man a lot of unusual insights. The most obvious point is that he knew-

Sometimes a silent smile is more useful than a threat.

When the middle-aged fat man's ninth finger was broken off by Dio and thrown to the edge of the rooftop again, the madness in his eyes was finally replaced by fear.

"You, what exactly do you want to do?"

Seeing that the middle-aged fat man did not continue to rush over, Dio walked up to him and squatted down, pulled out his left hand. With a click, he broke off the last intact little finger. Hearing the middle-aged fat man's screams, he was satisfied.

nodded.

"Madman! Damn it! Ah... my hand!"

The ten fingers were bent into various twisted angles. The fat middle-aged man cursed and large beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

"Shh."

Dior put his index finger on his lips and said the first word to the fat middle-aged man.

Such a simple action made the middle-aged fat man tremble all over. He seemed to see evil ripples radiating in all directions along the outline of Dior's body. In a daze, the middle-aged fat man felt that he was standing on the edge of a black hole.

Your soul will be extracted and chewed to pieces by the man in front of you.

"Please spare me!"

The middle-aged fat man supported the ground with his broken hands. Ignoring the pain from his fingers, he knelt on the ground and pleaded: "I, I was just confused for a moment. Someone controlled me to do this. It was mental control! You

Look, now I'm awake!"

There was another click, a crisp sound, and the middle-aged fat man's forearm was broken.

Dio's eyes fell on his shoulder, and the middle-aged fat man immediately understood that if he didn't tell the truth, his bones would be broken bit by bit by the guy in front of him!

"I said! Please don't hurt me again!"

The middle-aged fat man cried bitterly, "They gave me money! A lot of money! As long as I kill that useless old thing, I will have enough money to buy a new house, buy a good car, and pay off my debts."

The debt I incurred, maybe I can get my daughter back after I sold her!"

"Who are they?" Dio asked.

"I...I don't know, it was a message that popped up on a pornographic website. There are always small tasks posted on that website. Each task has a corresponding price. I make a living by completing the tasks. And this time recently, they asked

I killed that old guy, and the deposit for accepting the task alone is fifty thousand US dollars, and after the task is completed, another one million dollars will arrive in my account."

The middle-aged fat man raised his head and stared into Dior's eyes, "I need money. That old guy is already sixty years old. For the sake of his son's happiness in the rest of his life, it doesn't matter if he dies a few years early. If I tell her the truth, she will definitely agree.

Yes, so it’s not murder—”

The middle-aged fat man's words stopped abruptly, and a head rose into the air with blood beads on it, and finally rolled to the ground with a pair of eyes wide open.

Dio took out his handkerchief, wiped the blood on his hand, then threw the bloody handkerchief on the middle-aged fat man and spat in disgust.

Dio would not bother to drink the blood of such a person, as it would dirty his mouth.

"Captain, you heard everything."

"Yeah." Steve's face was deep.

There must be a secret organization behind that porn website, and judging from the words of the middle-aged fat man, that organization has existed for a long time. At least before the super giant and dark night Proxima Centauri arrived on the earth, it was hiding in the dark and silently carrying out certain tasks.

An ulterior plan.

Steve sighed, the thing he was most worried about finally happened.

Among humans, there are traitors who cooperate with aliens.

Whether it's power, money or technology, Thanos, as the overlord of the universe, has too many bargaining chips. If he just puts aside his dignity as a human being, he can easily obtain these. Steve believes that someone will eventually take this step.

Now is not the time to think about human nature, Steve slapped his face hard.

Since Superstar cooperates with local organizations on Earth and uses the power of secret organizations to fake her whereabouts, she must have a greater purpose in doing so.

Steve pressed the communicator. He had to pass the news to the aircraft carrier as soon as possible.

"rustle……"

However, there was only a noisy busy tone in the communication channel.

I don’t know when the connection between the ground and the sky was interrupted!