Chapter 42 Blonde hair with big waves, these are four characteristics
Night, on the streets of Brooklyn.
A man with a crazy look ran in a panic, knocking down passers-by one after another. He held a leather bag in his left hand and clutched it tightly to his chest. He was holding a pistol in his right hand.
This man took three steps and turned back, unable to hide his deep fear in his madness.
At the intersection of the street, a man in red... er, a man walked out.
"Wow, Red Swordsman!" The men on the street were all surprised.
Women’s feelings are very complicated.
Some people sympathize with what happened to Adam Smith; some are angry that he deprived women of their freedom; and some women simply think that this guy looks pleasing to the eye and is a celebrity, so... they want to attack him.
This is normal. Three women can put together a show, and a girls' dormitory can create more than a dozen groups.
The man who was escaping in front heard the noise, turned his head, immediately raised his pistol and fired randomly in the rear.
The red figure flashed, the sword light flickered, and the sharp blade split the warhead directly, easily and comfortably.
Although the sword in Adam Smith's hand is still in the shape of a Han sword, the material is different from what it used to be. It is a custom-made sword made by Hydra using the Adamantium alloy in its inventory.
This big sword is much harder than his original two.
Not only is it hard, Adamantium alloy is also extremely sharp after cutting, and can cut iron like mud without any internal force.
Adam is very satisfied with this big sword. Now if he meets the "Iron Overlord" again, he can disembowel it with one sword.
The bullet was cut into small pieces and landed at Adam Smith's feet, and the onlookers marveled.
"Oh my God, the Red Swordsman is indeed the strongest superhero, Captain America is much weaker than him!" This is obviously a shill arranged by Hydra, and it is too targeted.
However, in the eyes of ordinary citizens, the story of Captain America has been gone for more than sixty years, and everyone is more willing to believe what they see with their own eyes.
"Get out of my way, don't get in my way." Adam Smith has no idea of being a "good neighbor to New Yorkers", and his attitude has always been cold.
But Americans will regard this kind of coldness as aloofness, and many people will take this trick even further. If you talk to them properly, they will ignore you.
The bullets were completely ineffective against the red figure. The drug-addled robber emptied his magazine and could only watch the red swordsman strolling over, then cut off the gun in his hand, along with several fingers.
In order to maintain his public image, Adam Smith deliberately kept his hands low. He rarely cut off arms or legs, but mostly knocked criminals unconscious with punches after destroying their weapons.
As soon as he completed the daily process, people arranged by Hydra came forward to clean the floor and call the police, and then a large group of reporters gathered around to take photos and conduct interviews.
Although Adam Smith surrendered to the New York police at the press conference, he was released on bail pending trial as soon as he went through the process.
After that, under the arrangement of Hydra, he went everywhere to fight against gangs and rescue the young and old. Every time, he was photographed by reporters and was featured in prime time.
Anyone with a discerning eye can see that there is a powerful force behind Adam Smith supporting him.
So, today there was a stubborn female reporter who rushed to the front and put the recorder to his mouth first.
"Mr. Smith, I have to say that it is really difficult to break through the blockade of colleagues to interview you!"
Blonde hair and big waves, all four features are like Adam Smith's On point, and this girl is hot and on point.
Adam's expression immediately turned ugly, and there was a dangerous signal in his eyes.
The female reporter thought her sharp words had stung him, so she was complacent and introduced herself: "I am Christine, a reporter from Vanity Fair magazine. Can I ask you two questions?"
Already thought about it How to deal with this blond and wavy Adam Smith raised his lips: "Okay!"
"Mr. Smith, I found that every time you do something good, you can be photographed by reporters at the right time, don't you think? Is this a coincidence?" Kristine stretched the recorder a little closer.
"Unfortunately, because I paid them to work overtime." Adam Smith said calmly: "Everyone should abide by the spirit of the contract, right?"
To tell the truth, he just gave up. Christine couldn't answer the question for a long time, and she was so full that all her manuscripts were ruined.
How come?
Don’t play by the rules!
“Well, it seems that you admitted to deliberately creating hot news.” Christine blatantly dug a hole.
It’s a pity that Adam Smith doesn’t care at all, he just wants to create the big blond waves in front of him. "The deeds of superheroes should be widely disseminated, so now I also want to ask Miss Christine to work overtime, and we can talk in detail in another place."
Kristine was stared at by this fiery gaze, showing a smile that showed success.
To win the Pulitzer Prize, do you think that just taking good photos is enough?
Be dedicated!
The scene turned, Christine was holding Adam Smith in her arms and sucking and nibbling him in the hotel suite, very passionately.
Adam Smith suppressed the disgusting feeling of saliva on his skin and did not kick this woman away. Instead, he took a rest and seemed to be waiting.
Christine on top finished sucking the top, then quickly untied Adam Smith's belt and pulled it down hard.
First shocked, then stunned.
Adam Smith smiled proudly.
Why does he want to be a superhero?
It is just to attract these coquettish women after becoming famous. When they are too enthusiastic one by one, they suddenly see the empty gun rack, that kind of shocked, angry, desperate expression... just thinking about it makes him I was so excited that I was shaking all over.
"How is it?" Adam Smith showed a cruel smile: "Are you surprised? Disappointed?"
He pushed Christine down on the carpet and walked to the tool box.
Just when Adam Smith was about to start violently ravaging him, Christine shouted at him with bright eyes: "Oh, gosh, that's great!"
"You know what? You satisfy both of my needs!"
"Comeon! Hurryup"
"..." This time it was Adam Smith's turn and he couldn't answer the question for a long time.
Don’t play by the rules!
The angry Adam Smith directed all his anger at Christine, and various props came on stage in turn.
As a result, she was tired for a long time, but Christine was confused and confused.
Adam admitted that he made a mistake this time.
I thought my ex-wife was perverted enough, but I didn’t expect that there are even more perverted women in this country!
In the middle of the night, the Hydra cleanup crews waiting outside quickly walked in with a stretcher. The scene was bloody as they expected, but the reaction of the person involved was unexpected.
Although Christine was covered with bruises and bleeding, her eyes were blurred, her cheeks were red, and she kept muttering: "Oh God! He is so awesome...so fierce!"
In order to attract more women to his door, Adam Smith did not kill him, but the miserable wailing he imagined did not appear.
"Asshole, I don't believe there isn't a normal woman in America!" Adam continued.
Outside the hotel, a paparazzi secretly photographed Christine being carried into an ambulance and bribed the ambulance crew to record her screams.
As a result, the Internet is boiling.
“Smelly bitch!”
“I don’t believe it, is he really that powerful?”
“Asshole, I must single him out to clear the name of American women!”
...
Adam Smith really didn’t expect that his original reputation among women would develop strangely because of this kind of thing.
Of course, he does not reject it. The more women that pounce on them, the more they will be ravaged.
It’s just that he doesn’t know that in addition to men and women paying attention to him, there are also similar people paying attention to him.
In an underground arena in Atlanta, corpses were everywhere and blood flowed like rivers.
The bald man in red looked at the news on the TV screen and showed a ferocious smile: "Master Dongfang can only be mine!"
After chatting with the editor about the plot of the next few chapters, he finally found himself I was still conservative, so I changed it to something more exciting!
(End of this chapter)