A pair of brand-new leather shoes stepped into the door of a hospital. The police badge hanging on the chest of the man wearing them was very shining.
"Hello, I would like to ask which room a bodybuilder named Chris lives in."
With a smile as bright as spring breeze, he stopped a passing nurse. The nurse looked at his shiny police badge and then told him the room number where the bodybuilder was.
The police officer with his hands on his belt arrived at the door of a ward after getting the information he wanted.
At this time, there was a middle-aged man holding a mop at the door and a strong man wearing a hospital gown with half of his butt exposed arguing about whether Neptune had a fish.
The two saw a police officer coming, and they immediately separated during the argument.
The middle-aged man was a fan of Neptune. Before leaving, he looked at the strong man in a hospital gown again with a suspicious look.
After receiving the affirmative look, his worldview seemed to have been severely damaged, and he walked away carrying the mop and tools in despair.
"Still the same as before, Chris. He likes watching those superhero shady materials on the Internet."
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The strong man who was about to return to his room frowned and turned around to look at this strange police officer who was about the same height as himself. This person seemed not to have appeared in his memory.
However, when the police officer took off his sunglasses, the big man with his butt exposed seemed to be startled, staring straight at the face in front of him with his wide eyes:
"Zhang San? Skinny Monkey?!"
Yes, the face under the other person's sunglasses was an Asian, and in Chris' memory, he only knew one Asian.
That was the skinny monkey who followed him and the vigilantes to pick up the loot!
The three of them are warriors of the night, and no criminal can escape their clutches.
But in Chris's memory, the Skinny Monkey was obviously short and had no flesh at all, so why did he become as big as himself in just a few years?
"Did you eat the protein powder as a meal? Or did you catch a wild superman and squeeze it into juice?"
Facing his old friend's doubts, the man who took off his sunglasses smiled and replied: "You must not know how strong I have become after two and a half years of training."
"Shit! Are you going to be Robin for Batman? I heard that this guy likes obedient little boys the most..."
Chris suspected that he had gone to sell his butt, because this was the only way to explain why a short man could become so strong and tall.
"I was originally here to take you out of the hospital, but if you look at it now, I will suggest to the doctor that you be sent to Arkham to treat your brain."
"Fk, let's leave now! Since you're a police officer, there shouldn't be any agents or people pretending to sell hot dogs outside."
As he spoke, he turned back to the room and took out a large bag of dirty clothes from under the hospital bed and put them on.
Soon, Chris was wearing his Peacemaker suit that hadn't been washed in months and kept up with his best friend.
call--
After taking a deep breath of fresh air outside the hospital and once again making sure that no one was following him, Chris turned to his old friend and asked, "So, where's your car?"
"What car? It's not like you don't know that I can't drive at all."
"..."
Chris then remembered that when he was working, this skinny monkey had never driven a car once, because driving on this stupid thing was scarier than a superhero fight!
Ding bell~
The crisp ringtone pulled Chris back, and he saw something! ?
A tall and mighty old friend walked up to him pushing a bicycle!
"Zhang San, I won't sit on it."
Seeing him pointing at the back of the bicycle, Chris suddenly felt like he was being watched by multiple pairs of eyes.
He didn't want to be that girl in love in the TV series, sitting on a bicycle holding a man's waist, it was too Puxi!
Officer Zhang shrugged, put on his sunglasses again, pushed his bicycle, and left the hospital with Chris, who was covered in blood.
On the way, Chris kept talking about how miserable he had been over the years.
When he heard him talking about the starfish incident, Zhang San stopped and looked at him in surprise and asked: "Did you lose to a gun? To a black man who is afraid of rats?"
"Ahem, my bullets are much bigger than Napusi's, and I was accidentally shot through by his rice particle bullets."
Chris said that he was not good at shooting because of the problem with the bullets.
But the guy pushing the cart next to him kept laughing. His laughter made Chris feel embarrassed and ashamed.
"I know it sounds funny, but I guarantee that guy will lose next time."
"Come on, no one else knows which country they have gone to live happily, but you are the only idiot who is still lying in the hospital and just came out."
Chris's experience can be said to be very tragic. That night, the three of them went out to gain experience as usual, but they didn't expect that it was a trap.
The vigilantes and Zhang San were more resourceful and ran away decisively when the situation was not good, but Chris, who was high on killing, was caught.
From that day on, the three-person team lost a good friend, a courageous and courageous Chris.
Zhang San wanted to rescue him, but his strength did not allow him to do so.
It wasn't until a few years ago that he was accidentally knocked unconscious by the shock wave of a grenade when he went out to find trouble with the vigilantes that his fate changed.
Something from his past memory appeared in his mind, the krypton gold card drawing system.
In two and a half years, he expanded himself from a skinny monkey to a big man by relying on some props obtained by krypton gold.
He even picked up fighting techniques that would be difficult for others to learn in decades!
With this plug-in, he joined the police department and became a police officer on administrative leave for many years.
"There are thirty days in a month, but you can take twenty days off every month? Why?"
It was hard for Chris to believe that something so good could happen, for a police officer who was on administrative leave almost every day.
"Maybe it's because some people always use the police to commit suicide. After all, I follow the formal police procedures."
Yeah?
Chris's eyes fell on the gun on his old friend's waist. Some experience told him that this Glock had been fired a few hours ago.
The two walked for a while, and finally Chris got on the bicycle that Zhang San was riding because he didn't want to leave.
And there were not many pedestrians around, so no one would see the Peacemaker sitting on the back of a man's bicycle like a girl.
squeak--
Zhang San rode into an area of RVs, where a rectangular shape painted with the colors of the American flag was Chris's home.
