Video bloggers in American comics

"Wake up."

"Wake up quickly."

"I got up to pee."

Zhang Ming slapped Roy's cheek hard.

It is said that people are unconscious when they are woken up from sleep. When Roy woke up in a hazy state, he subconsciously unbuttoned his pants and released the water.

Then, Roy found himself tied to a chair.

"Are you awake?" Zhang Ming said. After he finished speaking, he felt a little familiar. After thinking for a while, he remembered that the fat white man said the same thing when he first traveled through time.

Zhang Ming couldn't help but sigh, he ended up becoming the most annoying person in his life.

The dragon-slaying warrior eventually turned into a dragon.

But...it feels really good to be a dragon.

Roy opened his eyes, and there was no pain in his body.

They were still in Roy's dance practice room. Zhang Ming moved a chair and sat across from Roy. Franklin, like Roy, sat in another chair as sluggishly as Roy.

This poor black guy, when Zhang Ming ejected the hook lock and sent out an electric shock, he happened to be grabbed by Roy's hand, and he was stunned with the electric shock.

There was another person squatting on the ground next to her, that was Jessica.

Zhang Ming handed a glass of water to Roy's mouth, "Drink some water, be refreshed, and say everything you need to say, and then we'll leave."

The water was handed to Roy's mouth. He seemed not to have heard Zhang Ming's words. His eyes widened and his long eyelashes trembled slightly.

He lowered his head and glanced at the metal wire wrapped around his body, which was as thin as a hair. Then he remembered the electric current transmitted from Zhang Ming's hand, and his mouth gradually opened wider.

"Ah~~~~~"

Zhang Ming was startled by Roy, and Franklin reached his hand to his waist and almost pulled out his gun.

"You are..." Roy stared at Zhang Ming, with little stars shining in his big watery eyes, "Are you the Silver Light Messenger?"

"Huh?" Zhang Ming black asked.

Roy's eyes were hot, which made Zhang Ming feel uncomfortable all over.

No normal man likes to be looked at like this by another man, even if he is as beautiful as a woman.

"Silver Light Messenger!"

Roy shouted excitedly, as if he had seen a fan's crush.

"This is the superhero who defeated the monster and saved New York with Iron Man and the new generation of Captain America a few days ago!

It's you! The catapulting cables and lightning superpowers are exclusive to the Silver Lightbringer! Oh! God, I never thought I'd see you in person. I'm a huge fan of yours. You look even better than everyone thought.

young."

Roy said, twisting around on the chair, trying to get closer to Zhang Ming.

Zhang Ming stood up directly and took a step back.

He was confused. One second he was preparing to extort a confession with his words and deeds, and the next second Roy started talking nonsense. Not to mention Zhang Ming, even Jessica squatting in the corner didn't understand what Roy was crazy about.

"I have a mobile phone in my butt pocket. Please take it out for me and I will prove it to you." Roy said with a blushing face.

Roy looked shy and shy. Zhang Ming really couldn't do it. He gave Franklin a look and motioned for him to get his phone.

Franklin shook his head and glanced at Zhang Ming innocently, meaning: Your "fan girl", don't get involved with me, I don't want to get involved in this strange relationship.

Zhang Ming glared at him, meaning: I am here to help you, if you don't take it, I will leave.

Asking for help, Franklin was so helpless that he became a tool and took out a mobile phone from Roy's butt.

Roy reported his password and asked Franklin to open the browser and enter a website.

As soon as I opened the website, a simple animation popped up, followed by the forum interface.

The name of the forum is written in bold capital letters at the top of the forum: "Home of the Silver Light Messenger".

Open a popular post with the title: "The real One Punch Man!"

A short video was embedded in the post, and it started to play automatically after entering. What was shown was the scene of Zhang Ming knocking down the hateful person with one punch at the last moment.

The photographer was hiding under the car, and the angle was not very good. Even so, the power of the punch was vividly displayed in the short video of a few seconds.

Zhang Ming opened his mouth, and finally had to say: "It was a good shot."

Roy said proudly: "This was taken by the president of our Silver Light Messenger fan club. By the way, I am the vice president."

"Okay, let's stop talking about the club's issues first."

Zhang Ming forcibly terminated the conversation. As soon as he heard the nickname "Silver Light Messenger", he felt surrounded by a sense of shame.

He was already past the second grade of middle school. He recalled that Zhang Ming had performed a Kamen Rider transformation in front of his classmates when he was still in middle school. Now that he thought about it, it was all a dark history that made him roll on the ground.

But will this "Silver Light Messenger Club" have any cute fans...

Glancing at Roy.

Hmm...the real fans are not those from Dadio.

"hehe.".

Zhang Ming entered the conscious space and stared at the small TV.

"Host, is there anything I can help you with?" Little TV pretended to be cute and said.

"Pretend, keep pretending."

A question mark appeared above Little TV's head, indicating that he did not understand what Zhang Ming said. Zhang Ming rubbed Little TV's face vigorously, vented his dissatisfaction at being ridiculed, and returned to reality.

"Going back to our previous question, have you made a deal with anyone recently to transport or pick up something? Don't try to lie to me. I can see through your lies. Once I find out that you are lying..."

Zhang Ming held the metal wire and emitted a weak electric current.

"Ah~"

Roy made an imaginative sound.

His face was flushed, his eyes were as charming as silk, a few strands of hair fell from his forehead, and he was breathing slightly, making Zhang Ming and Franklin tremble all over.

"Hate, I won't lie to you, I'm your fan."

Zhang Ming resisted the urge to drop the metal wire and run away.

"Then tell me."

"I work as a teacher, and my biggest financial transaction is tuition fees." Roy recalled and continued, "But some time ago, about three or four days ago, a man called me. He called himself Mr. T and wanted to have sex with me.

A collaboration.”

Zhang Ming became interested, "What kind of cooperation?"

"This cooperation... I think it's different from what you imagined." Roy twisted his body and moved into a more comfortable position, leaning on the chair.

"Mr. T asked me to train a group of dancers. They have never worked in nightclubs and are relatively 'clean'. He asked me to be good at pole and jazz. There are ten people, all girls, and the price is 30,000 US dollars.

The actor's salary is calculated separately. It was a very cost-effective business, I agreed, and he paid an advance payment of 10,000 yuan that day."

"That's it? No such thing as a commodity trading order?" Franklin asked.

Roy said: "No, I hate that thing. If it's related to D-products, I won't cooperate with him no matter how much money it costs."

Franklin was dumbfounded. Was he targeted by the FBI just because of this?

How can he continue to investigate such a trivial matter? Even if the investigation is clear, can he use this kind of thing to apply for an exemption agreement?

Perhaps because there was no psychological pressure, Zhang Ming was much calmer than Franklin. He asked: "Did Mr. T say where these dancers will perform?"

Roy thought for a while and said: "No, he only said that it was a very important occasion, and he had certain requirements for the appearance and body of the dancers, and he wanted me to check them... By the way, he also said that he would get motion sickness.

Forget it.”

Carsickness, seasickness... Zhang Ming scratched his face, and several thoughts flashed through his mind.

"Last question, when will he come to pick up the dancers you have trained?"

"Three days from now at five o'clock in the afternoon."

"Okay, thank you for your cooperation." Zhang Ming pressed the button, and the hook lock instantly relaxed and then retracted into the ejection device on his arm.

"Cool~" Roy's eyes shone and he reached out to touch it. Zhang Ming stepped back and avoided his hand.

Roy said: "Silver Light Messenger, what should I do next? Refuse to cooperate with Mr. T?"

"Please don't call me that again. As for Mr. T...just keep everything as usual."

Walking to the door, Zhang Ming finally said: "I hope you won't reveal tonight's conversation to others. Of course, it doesn't matter if you reveal it, but I may not be so friendly next time."

Zhang Ming looked past Roy and landed on Jessica in the corner, "The same goes for you. Don't forget that you also received money. That money is enough for hush money."

After leaving the nightclub, Franklin drove the car on the way back, with Zhang Ming sitting in the passenger seat.

“I spent the whole night wandering around, but I didn’t expect that I was still wasting my time.”

Franklin crumpled up the information given by the FBI and was about to throw it into the trash when Zhang Ming stopped him.

"This is not a waste of time. Didn't Roy say everything that needs to be said?"

Zhang Ming said: "After we go back, we will investigate the large cruise ship that is about to arrive in New York. It will arrive in three days. I believe we can narrow down the target soon."

"But what's the point of continuing the investigation?" Franklin felt that they were doing useless work. Even if they were found out, what would happen? It was normal for a cruise ship to find a few dancing girls to join in the fun.

"Whether it's meaningful or not, we'll know when we get to the end of the investigation." Zhang Ming shrugged, "Anyway, you have nothing to do, I'm very free, and I always think this matter will be very interesting."

Franklin started the car and the two headed to Michael's secret base.