I’m just a Superman Chapter 11: : I am your father

　　With the departure of the gunner, this chaotic gunfight ended in the dark.

　　 At this time, except for passers-by like Wesley hiding behind a sturdy bunker like Wesley, there is no living creature in the whole street, even the active rats in the past are roaring gunshots. Hid in the middle.

　　hu—hu—

　　 hid behind the trash can, Wesley was on the verge of collapse, and in this tense atmosphere, he suffered from an anxiety disorder.

　　 Adrenaline is secreted in large quantities, the heartbeat increases, the blood flow rate increases, and the powerful heartbeat sounds like drums banging in the ears, and the reaction power and explosive ability are also greatly enhanced in this state.

　　 But the side effects that came with it also made Wesley's face flushed. At the same time, because the brain needs to consume more oxygen for overspeeding, Wesley's breathing began to become rapid and heavy, trying to reduce the burden on the body.

　　 But without the help of drugs, Wesley, who has not received professional training, could not grasp this unique state of excitement. Gradually, his vision began to shrink, and black began to invade from the periphery to the middle.

　　 dozens of seconds later, Wesley, who could no longer support it, passed out like a patient with severe fever.

　　 Sitting on the dustbin and the damp wall behind him, Wesley felt like a gossamer, but the hot temperature of his body began to drop gradually and eventually returned to normal levels.

　　Behind the other bunkers, with the end of the gun battle, pedestrians who had not had time to escape immediately reappeared at this time. They buckled their waists and hurriedly fled here.

　　As the street calmed down, Wesley seemed to have been forgotten. It wasn't until a few minutes later that the sirens of the New York police car sounded in this street.

　　 "There is another gunfight, but this time there seems to be no unlucky death. It's not bad."

　　 took a bite of the burger, Jack took a sip of cold Coke, and reached out to pat his partner: "Okay, Tom, you go check the scene, if there is nothing special, we can call the police. "

　　 Tom put down the milk tea in his hand, stretched out his hand to pull out the pistol from the holster, opened the door to check the surroundings, walked into the lane, and Weslin appeared in his sight.

　　 carefully bent over to check, Tom stood up and shouted to Jack: "Hey, I found a comatose victim here."

　　"Victim? Fuck!" Hearing that there was a victim, Jack was clever, and immediately felt that the burger and Coke in his hand were out of taste, and he hurriedly walked to Tom's side: "Where? Where are the victims?"

　　"Here." Tom pointed to Wesley who was unconscious: "I'm unconscious, but I don't seem to have been shot. I'm really lucky."

　　 Wesley looked filthy because of rainwater and sewage from the trash can. Before getting a few steps closer, Jack frowned: "Well, this is just a tramp who died of sleep, and this The shooting has nothing to do."

　　 Regarding the partner's statement, Tom just shrugged and had no other objections: "Well, a tramp who fell asleep and escaped a gun battle by chance."

　　 "In this way, we don't seem to need to call an ambulance for him. I think he will thank us for it when he wakes up."

　　 "Hahaha, who would say it's not."

　　 The two laughed, kicked Willis's bag that had fallen on the ground to his side, and then turned and left the lane.

　　 "Jack, I'm going to ask the neighbors around me about the situation, do you want to go with me?"

　　Jack glanced at the burger and Coke that he had thrown in his seat: "No, I have other things to do. And I bet you, you will never get the slightest useful clue from those people. "

　　"What else can they tell you besides telling you that the people who shot are the loafers and black people."

　　 "Not necessarily." Tom smiled: "Maybe they will tell me it was a white tramp and a black cowboy in a leather jacket."

　　 "There are more elements."

　　A few minutes later, after throwing the empty paper bags and cups into the trash can, Jack looked up at Tom who had finished the visit: "How is it, did you get any clues?"

　　 "Fuck!" Tom grinned and cursed: "They told me that the shooting was a white tramp and a black man in a leather jacket."

　　 "I bet they must have been taking drugs and coughing, that's why they have this illusion." Jack smiled and started the car and turned the steering wheel: "Okay brother, our business is over, we are off work Up!"

　　 After half a minute, the tires of the car ran over the water on the ground and disappeared into the corner of the street.

　　 As for arresting prisoners...

　　Please, this is North Brooklyn, a concentrated area of ​​blacks and Hispanics. The police do not allocate too much police force in such a low-tax area.

　　 There were no witnesses, no victims, and even the experiencers were all gone at this time. The cameras on the street were either damaged due to disrepair for a long time, or there were no traces of the assassins.

　　 Is it possible to expect them to solve the case by relying on dozens of bullets that cannot be traced back?

　　If they had this ability, how could they still stay in North Brooklyn and go to work in the wealthy areas like Long Island or Manhattan with a high salary? At least it's safer there.

　　Since there are no victims in this shooting, and the witnesses and experiencers are unwilling to stand up, why do they spend a lot of police and material resources to track down the crime.

　　 Maybe the media will be interested in the shooting in which no one was injured, but that will be the future~ IndoMTL.com~ There have been more headless cases in the United States. I don’t care if we add another shooting with no casualties. case.

　　 Jack and Tom soon drove the police car and disappeared into the street, and Kloss, who had been hiding in the dark and staring at Wesley, finally breathed a sigh of relief, opened the door and walked out. After a few minutes, Wei was unconscious. Slie brought it back.

　　 Half an hour later, with a long groan, Wesley woke up leisurely, looking at the strange ceiling, his face was stagnant, then he sat up suddenly, and saw Kross sitting on the chair opposite: "You are Who?!"

　　 Cross looked at Wesley, and after a few seconds of silence, he slowly spoke: "I am your father."

　　What? ? ?

　　 For a moment, Wesley thought he had encountered a mental patient who had escaped from the hospital, but then he calmed down: "My dad left me seven days after I was born, so... I didn't Dad!"

　　 "Yes, I left in seven days after you were born, but that was to protect you." Cross looked at Wesley with complicated eyes: "But now things are different, so I reappeared in In front of you."

　　"...I don't believe it!"

　　 "I can tell you slowly." Cross calmed Wesley first, and then began to tell Wesley a little bit of his experience over the years.

　　Cross does want Wesley to live an ordinary life, but ordinary people will not face the attacks of the Brotherhood.

　　Understanding Sloan's thoughts, Kross knew that if he continued to act as the invisible guardian, not only he might die in the end, but Wesley would also be unable to escape.

　　 In order to ensure Wesley's life, the previous one can almost be nullified. He wants to train Wesley to become an assassin, an assassin who has the ability to protect himself when facing the Brotherhood.