Time goes back to a while ago.
In the central area lined with colleges, there is a video store located in an alley.
This store is located between two junior high schools. The owner is an old man who accompanies his grandson to school. It sells old CDs and video tapes, as well as trendy music equipment, as well as some casual books and stationery. After class, high school students often go straight to the food stores and beverage shops on the commercial street. Only a few students who love literature and art come here to have a look. They can't do much business in a day, but the old gentleman with a big white beard is also happy to be alone. .
A young man wearing a peaked cap walked into the door of the video store, politely greeted the store owner and put down his schoolbag. This junior high school student who exudes the smell of Dantan Lake is naturally our unlucky Millais.
The old shopkeeper greeted him cheerfully.
"Oh, Xiaomi Laisi! I guess you went to the barbecue party at noon?"
After the failed "prison escape" the day before yesterday, several junior high school students should have been taught a lesson. But they were so frightened by a certain gray-haired person with abilities that even the physical education teacher, who was called the "Silverback Gorilla" by the students, was embarrassed to say harsh words to the crying child. Because of his particularly good attitude towards admitting his mistakes and his profound self-reflection, after he was caught back to school, his punishment was to use his free time to work in a small shop next to the school and help the old gentleman with some chores.
He said he was doing chores, but in fact there was not much business in the shop. He just came here to listen to music for two or three hours in his free time, and chatted with the elderly... just like now.
He was supposed to come in the morning, but who let his electric car be robbed? Milais said with a sad face: "Almost... I'm sorry, old sir, I'm late."
"It's okay, I'm glad you can come. Xiaomi Laisi, help me change a song. The red package in the third row of the shelf on the left... yes, that's it. Old folk songs from the western United States, you will like it..."
Millais carefully put the record into the old gramophone, and the melodious sound of the accordion sounded in the shop.
The old shopkeeper squinted his eyes and enjoyed the music. He hummed for a while and asked: "What did you do, kid? The last kid who came here to help was a big guy. He said he got into a fight with someone outside the school."
"I--"
Milais was about to say that he was involved in a super power brawl, but then he realized that the old man was not asking about today's events, but the reason why he came to help.
He hesitated and said, "I want to sneak home quietly."
"No wonder! I can understand your mood very well. My grandson always thought the same way when he first came here. Do you know what his little trick is?"
"Uh, what is it?"
"My grandson can bend spoons. That's an incredible superpower."
The boy in the peaked cap couldn't help laughing.
"Pfft! Sorry, old sir, I didn't mean that..."
The old shopkeeper reached out and touched his beard.
"I know, I know, it's not a big deal. He told me every day at that time: 'Damn it, Grandpa! I can only bend a spoon, why did they have to bring me here?! My classmate's telekinesis can do anything Come on, they should catch more people like that!' Then I said to him: 'This is a pretty good little magic trick, isn't it? You can try using it to strike up a conversation, your female classmates will definitely be interested. '"
Millais imagined a boy holding a spoon and chatting up a classmate, and said with a smile: "You are so open-minded."
"We have to think in the right direction, kid. Once you get used to it, you will find that living here is not bad."
"You're right."
He agreed dully.
The old man looked at him kindly: "I guess you don't quite agree."
"I……"
Millais held it in for a long time and said angrily: "I really don't want to stay in this wretched place! In this city, even if I don't do anything, I will get involved in weird things and meet weird people! They are all good It’s amazing, they all have strength, no matter how bad they are, they still have muscles. But what about a wretch like me who gets involved?”
"I want to go to a safe place...I want to go out and see..."
Millais muttered sadly.
"I'm sorry, old gentleman..."
He smelled a nice aroma, and the old shopkeeper came over holding a small plate with a piece of hot apple pie lying on it.
"I just baked it, would you like a piece?"
Milais accepted it sheepishly and ate the pie.
"I guess something bad happened to you. You know, as a rule, I don't pry. All I can say is the old saying: Everything always gets better."
"You've been treated like a lake today, but a few years ago, this trivial matter wouldn't have been called unlucky - the real unlucky ones were all lying on the hospital bed, and even worse, they lost their lives. You work diligently every day You work on the ground and have never done any bad things, so you just want to hang out here. But one day, boom! There is a fight between superpowers and monsters, and the place where you work is gone. When you come home, you see that the place where the house used to be is All that's left is a pile of ruins. Look to the side and you'll see a gunfight going on in the street, bullets are crackling and you don't even know where to run!"
The old man cheerfully said words that frightened the children.
"Really, really?"
"You ask your teachers and upperclassmen, they must know better than me. It was a really bad time, and all you can do is pray. Pray that you don't get involved, pray that there will be a hero to save you... ...But you see, in just a few years, our city has improved. Now no one is fighting on the street all day long, and even when something as unfortunate as a dragon disaster occurs, no one is injured."
"You want to say you need to learn to be patient?"
Millais looked at the old man unconvinced, and the old man smiled.
"I want to say that we should face life with a positive attitude. The world is bad, life is bad, and we all encounter bad luck every now and then - but you have to believe, Xiaomi Laisi, believe that things will get better, and believe that there are still things in this world. There is a good thing. If even this hope is lost, then the life will be really hopeless."
The old shop owner looked at his watch: "I have to hurry up. I agreed to deliver pies to my grandson. Xiaomi Laisi, can you help me look at the store? It will only take half an hour."
Millais agreed and watched the old man walk out with more pies.
He sat on the shopkeeper's chair, his eyes full of melancholy.
Believe that things will get better. This sounds nice but is difficult to do. At least he can't do it now.
He might have to stay here for the rest of his life. Every time he thought about this, Millais felt unhappy.
What did he do wrong that meant he had to leave his hometown and be imprisoned in heaven? When it comes to horrific disasters like the Demon Man and the Red Lion, everyone can understand being locked up. For someone like me who can only shoot a small amount of lightning, the harm is probably not as great as that of a pistol. What's the point of being locked up?
He is afraid of these powerful people and also afraid of this chaotic city. He misses his relatives in his hometown and his past friends. He wanted to see more distant places, breathe a breath of free air, and see different people and things, even in remote areas where there was no mobile phone signal.
Before being brought to the Sky Capital, his stubborn father had just promised to take advantage of the vacation to travel to the United States... Now it seems that he may never have the chance to go in this life. Thinking of this, Milais became even more depressed.
Jingle Bell.
The sound of wind chimes at the door woke him up from his sorrow, and the boy in the peaked hat quickly straightened up. He saw a tall, thin man in a green shirt pushing open the door and approaching, and immediately felt that what the old man said was all nonsense.
There are only bad things happening one after another in this world.
Millais raised his hands in the air: "Sorry sir! Someone turned the Walkman into a movie ticket, and I don't know where it is!"
The man in green looked confused.
"Isn't the Walkman in your pocket?"
"I only have in my pocket -" The boy in the peaked cap touched his trouser pocket and took out a square Walkman.
"This star really wants to retire"
He was completely dumbfounded. He remembered clearly that what was in his pocket was supposed to be two movie tickets, which were given to him by the devil's friends as compensation! Could this be what those three people were looking for?
Milais found it strange. He couldn't figure out what kind of ability the pink-haired elder sister used to achieve such an unexpected effect. He suddenly remembered that he had seen another bizarre thing today, which was the ability used by the strange man in front of him - the man in green casually patted the tree trunk, and the wood turned into an electric car.
Is there any connection between these two people? Millais didn't dare to go into details, he didn't want to get himself into trouble again. Based on compassion and common sense, the junior high school student kindly reminded this weirdo who was probably in trouble: "Sir, the members of Death Wing are looking for this Walkman. Death Wing is very scary, you'd better not mess with them."
"Hmm." The man in green nodded, "What is the Wings of Death?"
Millais immediately understood that the strange man was an outsider. The locals are not unaware of the "organization". Even a newcomer like me, who has lived here for only a few years, has heard warnings about them from teachers and classmates.
"Oh my god..."
He knew that he should not be associated with such a weirdo. A considerable part of his bad luck today was caused by this person. But he is an outsider and does not know the common sense here. This could very well get him into trouble, as it did today.
The kind-hearted junior high school student decided to tell some common sense about "organization" as briefly as possible. He recalled the lecture given by his old senior and recounted the information about Wings of Death...
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The Demon, the Red Lion, the Doctor, the Hero of the Sky, and the new Dust Bolt...how many people have we talked about? I think it’s time to change the taste and talk about something different from The Lone Ranger.
Now let's talk about the more terrifying ones, for example, the skull.
Don't get me wrong, what's more terrifying is not their fighting ability - I personally feel that nothing I will talk about in the future can beat the above ones - but their power.
Think about it, when superpowers use the entire city as a battlefield to fight, what is bound to happen?
You must have thought that it was a group operation. People with extremely strong violent tendencies will succumb to even greater violence, and a force called an "organization" is formed.
In the past, superpower organizations were synonymous with the dark side of the city. However, in recent years, after the big shots finally decided to clean up, they have ceased operations and disappeared from public view.
But you have to remember that organizations are always there. The "Wings of Death" established by Skeletor is one of them.
The Death Wings are mainly active in the Fixed Wing Zone and the Ferocious Wing Zone. They once dominated both wings and brought death. In the past, they were in charge of the dark side of these two cities, managing all transactions and activities you can think of and unimaginable: arms, drugs, assassinations, superpower development, illegal experiments... you can imagine it after hearing these words It shows what a nasty bunch of people they are, doesn't it?
Some idiots would think that Deathwing is a "yakuza" organization with a bit of a knight-errant flavor. how to say? Some of the members still have some bottom line, but more members, most of the members, are gangsters, hooligans, and villains who bully the weak and fear the strong. They behave like this because their leader is a cold and evil person.
The symbol of members of this organization is black clothes and wing tattoos. When you see people dressed similarly, remember to walk around them.
What should I do if they take the initiative to find me?
Now that the law and order is better, most people will not be so unlucky. If you encounter them, try to cooperate with them in all their actions... If you can't, just call the police, or pray for a hero to pass by, if you have a chance.
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Millais spoke very quickly and finished speaking very quietly. He looked left and right, fearing that the gangsters passing by would hear him.
"Do you understand?"
The man in green smiled.
"I get it. Deathwing are a bunch of punks."
The junior high school student knew that he had told everything in vain.
"Did you help me put the song in?"
"--Please wait!"
The boy in the peaked hat remembered the man in Tsing Yi's instructions, quickly found a USB cable, and connected the Walkman to the old computer in the store.
Several gray warning windows popped up on the screen, followed by an image of a pair of black wings. The screen of the old computer flashed several times as if it was poisoned. Unauthorized links were detected by the device. Relevant intelligence and warnings will be sent to Deathwing's headquarters through the network, and all files in it will be urgently sealed——
But all the emergency measures that should have been launched immediately failed at this time. The warning window and the wing pattern disappeared one after another, replaced by three unknown code locks. The password was then automatically filled in, and the device started running automatically on the old computer, installing the specialized programs needed to read the files.
Millais did not exclaim because he did not see anything strange.
In the eyes of junior high school students, this device just got stuck when it was first connected to the computer.
Just like he can't see through Qiluo's disguise, just like he can't detect the changing appearance...
Ordinary people often cannot see through the truth.
