Chapter 73 Damn super power! (Please order first!!!)
"Um"
Behind the long table, the four interviewers were ready, focusing on the man standing opposite them.
Lango took out the photos of interviewees that Teddy had prepared in advance and held them up for comparison.
"Is this photo of you?"
"It's me."
"Yeah?"
"Yes, I was still very thin at that time."
"This horse is not you!"
Lango threw out the photo of George Clooney in his hand, and then looked unhappily at the man in front of him, who was bloated, with a sparse head, and looked like a downtrodden middle-aged white man.
"Hey, don't worry Lango." Teddy quickly persuaded Lango, who was about to get angry, and then turned to the interviewer: "We won't care about you using fake photos. Show off any super powers you have."
"Superpower?"
The old white man shrugged, "I don't have any superpowers. I just saw a high salary, so you know, come here and give it a try."
"No superpowers?" Dean asked with a frown.
"Well, if I must say it, I suffer from both type 1 and type 2 diabetes." The white man said with some pride.
"Wow-"
Lango immediately spread his hands and looked at Teddy, exclaiming: "Both of them are diabetics, it's really amazing."
"Cough" Teddy coughed awkwardly and waved to the old white man in front of him, "You go back first, brother, remember to tell us when you get Type III."
"OK"
This guy was not upset after being rejected. He waved politely to Lango and the others before opening the door and leaving.
After he left, Lango immediately stared at Teddy and asked: "Is this the superpower you are looking for? Does diabetes count as a superpower?!"
"Don't worry, the ruthless guys are behind you, Next!" After a hurried explanation, Teddy shouted out the door.
Lango lit a cigarette, calmed down his emotions and picked up the photo of the next interviewer.
A skinny looking black guy.
Soon, the door was pushed open again.
A black man wearing a red cloak and a magician's hat strode in and bowed confidently: "Good evening, gentlemen."
Lange didn't bother to ask him his name. He raised his hand and said, "Just show your super power."
"certainly!"
The black man took out a set of playing cards from his pocket, shuffled the cards and introduced: "I am the greatest magician in the world. I can use playing cards to know anything I want to know."
Lange raised his eyebrows slightly, this one sounded quite similar, at least he didn't say he had HIV or anything like that.
"OK, start your performance."
The black man put his poker in one hand, then pointed at them and said: "I don't know you, and I have never met you, but I will use magic to understand everything about you!"
After speaking, he casually pulled out a poker card from the cards with his other hand, then pointed at Lango and asked: "When is your birthday?"
"Number 18."
Immediately, the black man showed the poker he had drawn in front of them, his face full of confidence.
After Lango saw the cards clearly behind the table, he couldn't help but asked doubtfully: "The number you drew is nine. Is there any connection between this?"
The black man glanced at the cards and said without any panic: "Isn't nine times two equal to eighteen?"
Lango fell silent and turned to Teddy, who also had a blank look on his face. He pursed his lips tightly and organized his words, then said seriously: "It's good to be eighteen, but you..."
"You know nothing about magic!" Seeing everyone's cold reaction, the magician took over the topic before Lango finished speaking. At the same time, he drew another card from the deck and pointed at Sam, "What's your birthday?" ?”
"Um, number 30." Sam was stunned and answered mechanically.
The black guy then turned over the cards in his hand and saw a "two" on it.
Sam looked confused: "What does this have to do with my birthday?"
"Fifteen times two!" The black man looked convinced.
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The scene was silent, and the cigarette butt in Lango's hand fell to the ground out of shock.
He pointed at this guy and was about to curse but stopped: "Get out of here, this is not magic, it's multiplication and division!"
"If you don't believe it, I can show it again. Today is the twelfth, right?"
As he said that, the black guy took out another poker card, glanced at the four queens on the back of the card, and still insisted: "Three by three happens to be today's date." "Sang Aofu Bichi - get out!"
"I have other magic"
"You're not leaving, are you?"
Here, Teddy saw that Lange had already put on his finger tiger, and quickly waved to the black man, telling him to get out quickly.
"These guys dare to come and get a daily salary of 10,000 yuan!" Lango slammed the table angrily and shouted, "Next one!"
"My family is very poor. I have been living on the streets since I was a child, fighting for food with wild dogs. My mother taught me that children from poor families should be able to take charge of their families early. I..."
"Get out!"
"I can make two cats fight. Think about it, while you are fighting the devil, I can use two fighting kittens to distract the enemy
"Get out! "
"I can make any creature orgasm with my fingers."
"Get out!"
"I can read minds, although I'm not very good at it yet."
"Awesome man! That's what we need people like you!"
"Thank you, but I have to declare in advance, as I said just now, I am not very skilled yet, so I can only read my own mind at the moment."
"Get out!"
"I can control the elements!"
"Good guy! Come and take your seat."
"Surprise (element of surprise)!"
"Fuck Fake! Beat him up and let him go!"
Half an hour later.
Lange and the others, who were physically and mentally battered, slumped feebly on their chairs, their eyes full of helplessness and exhaustion.
"OK, my question."
Teddy really couldn't pass the blame this time. He said speechlessly: "I really didn't expect that there are so many weirdos in New York. There are about a dozen people waiting behind me. Do you want to continue?"
Lange sighed, and then seemed to squeeze out a few words from between his teeth: "Go on, just treat it as gold from shit."
Fortunately, he was shocked before that there were so many superpowers in New York without chaos. It's weird that they can be chaotic like this!
"Who's next?" Dean asked curiously.
"It seems like an invisible person?" Lange looked through the information in his hand, and there was no trace of expectation in his tone.
Soon, the so-called "invisible man" walked into the room, and as expected, it was another black man.
There was no more confusion in Lango's heart, and he just waved his hand casually: "Take a moment of invisibility and show us."
Hearing this, the black man shook his head and said seriously: "Invisibility is not difficult for me, but I need to do a special action before activating this ability - that is a backflip."
"Well, that means you have to do a backflip before you can become invisible?" Lange looked in disbelief.
"That's right, but the problem is that I can't do a backflip at all." The black man said regretfully.
"You've confused me a little bit. Doesn't that mean you can't be invisible at all?"
"No, no, no, I can still become invisible. All I have to do is do a backflip. Forget it, I'll just demonstrate it to you."
After saying that, the black man walked up to the crowd, took a deep breath, bent down, gathered strength, and jumped back suddenly——
In an instant, with a loud noise, the other person actually disappeared!
Lange and others' eyes widened in astonishment, and then turned to ecstasy.
"Hahaha, I finally found a master. Come on, come on, collect your magical powers. Let's sign the contract now!"
However, all he received in response was dead silence.
Just when everyone was confused, a stream of bright red blood slowly flowed on the floor.
"He"
Lange said in shock: "Did he hit the ground on the back of his head while doing a backflip? Did he fall to death?"
Teddy's eyes widened and he nodded with difficulty: "It seems that he really can't do a backflip."
"Fake."
Lango cursed secretly, and then continued to slam the table.
"Next!!!"
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