Chapter 3205

"Strange, curious."

A lonely figure wandered the streets of New York in the early morning. Like a ghost, he specially looked for alleys to drill, and talked loudly to himself to the air while walking:

"Old fellow iron, I found a problem. I clearly send out the invitation to the wedding banquet, but how can I get to the other person's hands, but become an invitation to the wedding ceremony? And the number of guests is also wrong, many times."

He was puzzled and wanted to pull his hair one by one, but because of skin cancer, he had no hair and only a rotten Italian meatball head. It was all right.

The dead man walking in the dark is the dead man. After the captain of the United States was captured by Peggy and Sharon, the dead man who drank a lot of wine was completely sleepless. He was bored and decided to patrol the streets like a superhero.

He's going to open a mercenary shop by himself. It's the kind of shop that can kill people or connect sewers as long as he gives money.

But he used to be too low-key. Although he was a little famous in the mercenary business, ordinary people don't know. If they want to make their money, they must get some advertising effect.

It's impossible to spend money on advertising. All the money bought Inez a house. Even the captain paid for drinking today, so he thought of a good way to be a vigilante.

If you can encounter any big events during the patrol and handle them successfully, you will be able to be on the news, right? Isn't that free advertising?

Just now there is a problem.

After wandering in various alleys and dark places for two hours, the New York villains tonight seem to be hibernating and don't appear at all.

Bored, he began to chat with the nonexistent audience again, otherwise he would be lonely at night.

"..." the audience interacted.

"That can't be, cousin. He's busy." the dead waiter shook his head, lifted his mask and took out his nostrils: "you say that I used his channel to send invitations through the sewer. He stole the day? But how can he be so free? They all say that he went to the parallel world to do great things."

At the corner, a masked robber was robbing a grocery store. He robbed a whole box of slippers and stunned the shopkeeper with the butt of his gun. At this time, he was dragging the box to escape the scene at a turtle speed.

The waiter glanced across the street, shook his head and walked away.

It's not big enough to be on the news, no matter.

"..." in silence, the barrage began to flow again.

"Oh? He's back? He's looking for a way to go to a certain point in time?" the waiter touched his belt. As soon as the light bulb on his head lit up, he began to do radio gymnastics on the spot: "that's to come to me? I'll exercise first. Last time I pulled my groin when I split because I didn't warm up enough, so I had to cut off my leg."

Amputation just because of a strain, and probably only a death attendant can use this treatment.

But just then, he heard the sound of the alarm bell not far away, which was the traditional bell of the anti-theft system. The sound came from Wilson department store a few blocks away.

"Did you unconsciously turn to Manhattan?" the waiter lifted his pants, pulled down his mask and walked there curiously: "some people are not afraid of death. Even his cousin's shop dares to steal?"

Trotting all the way to the building, I found that the store door was damaged by violence. It was like someone attacked the door with a siege hammer. Not only the glass was broken, but also the anti-theft door frame of titanium alloy was deformed.

The theft is a little noisy. Is it African wild style? Illegal immigrants did it?

But those are not important. As soon as the dead waiter's eyes turned, he had a good idea.

Wilson's department store has never lost anything since its establishment. If there is an exception today, it must be on the news. If you help recover the dirt, can you get on the news?

So he slowed down and crept into the commercial building against the wall.

Rolling forward, sliding shovel, crawling forward, he is like a well-trained agent, carrying out secret operations, and the target is the security room.

I'm a little crazy, but I'm not stupid. Let's see where the thieves are first.

So he went into the security room in the dark. He first saw a group of unconscious night shift security guards. They were randomly thrown on a small bed. Obviously, they fainted elsewhere. The thieves kindly moved them back here.

"That's right. After all, it's almost autumn and the ground is very cold. It's not good if these brothers on night shift catch a cold."

While talking in the direction of no one, the dead waiter went to the cabinet not far away, took out a blanket, covered the unconscious people, touched his chin and muttered:

"However, this style is not quite like the wild wind of African robbery. It's a bit like a British snitch. It pays attention to a thief's morality and a bit of British black humor. You see, they also painted makeup for these security guards."

Take out a small flashlight and take a picture of the faces of the security guards. Big smiling faces are painted on each unconscious face.

I use too much lipstick and apply it too thick. The messy strokes are like everyone vomited a few liters of blood. The lower half of my face is red.

"..." seeing the symbolic prank, the interaction between the bullet screen became more intense.

Wade, who buttoned his ass while looking at the bullet screen in his head, was stunned. He was a little hard to believe: "what, you said it was Haley's technique. It was Gotham style theft? But when did she come? Why didn't you say it?"

The dead waiter seemed to have a series of question marks on his head. DC people ran to marvel casually. Is there any royal law? Is there any law?

Well, there are really no such articles in American law. Although the law of New York State stipulates that it is not allowed to wear slippers after 10 p.m., it really doesn't say that DC people are not allowed to come here.

"Hmm? I seem to hear someone say my name."

A head suddenly appeared at the door of the security room, shaking wildly like a shaking doll, the double horsetail turned like a propeller, and the big smile was as red as blood in the dark.

Harry was happy to see it was a dead waiter. She immediately came in with a huge power hammer.

There were many handbags hanging on the handle of the two handed hammer. She herself changed into a red dress and even wore high-heeled shoes. Obviously, she had just finished her "shopping".

Not only her, but also HeLa, Daisy, Gwen, and a duck.

Ladies are all dressed up like characters in gossip girl.

Wearing beautiful new clothes, wearing a lot of sparkling jewelry on their hands and necks, they even made manicure in the process of stealing. At the same time, they were prying ten fingers together, like waiting for nail polish to dry.

Duck is unlucky. He is obviously the tool man who is only responsible for carrying bags when shopping with women. A lot of shoe boxes and shopping bags are pressed on him, just like a clown performing balance in a circus.

Wade covered his face. His plan to go to the news was dashed. The whole person sat back on the small bed powerlessly, fell on the unconscious security guards, and stared at the ceiling in the dark:

"Rob your own shop. My cousin really let you play like this. Are you all sick?"

"Hee hee, guess?"

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