San Antonio.
This is the second largest city in Texas and the seventh largest in the United States. It was originally a settlement of American Indians and gradually developed into what it is today. In the process, it has retained some customs and culture from various periods, such as rich historical buildings. Ruins, Spanish culture, Indian culture, Mexican ethnic style and more surround the San Antonio River that runs through the city.
To put it simply, if you want to appreciate the blending of various cultures here, then just go for a walk along the San Antonio River. If you are still an artist who wants to find inspiration, you can also stay in a hotel near the river. Down, on the balcony or against the huge floor-to-ceiling windows to admire it from a high position, naturally it has a unique flavor.
These words were spoken by the taxi driver to the man, so the man remembered it and asked the driver to find him a hotel. The driver was naturally overjoyed and patted his chest and said he would definitely help you get it. Mr. is so discerning that the whole city of San Antonio There is no more honest driver than me... Forget about those nonsense men, because people are very good at lying. As long as you wear a mask, no matter what is on the inside, it can be what you want on the outside. The man knew this very well, because he also knew exactly what was hidden under his seemingly elegant, melancholy and artistic face.
That is a bloodthirsty devil, a monster that can do anything.
But... now is not the time.
It’s not time to let out the devil within.
The man was leaning against the floor-to-ceiling window, motionlessly admiring the boats passing by on the river below. People were coming and going on both sides of the river. Paired with his melancholy and quiet temperament, as well as his very casual clothes and slovenly face, he indeed looked very similar. An artist is looking for inspiration, but in fact he is just recalling the past, thinking about the present, and looking forward to the future.
It sounds very artistic, but if thirty or forty lives are added to this... then the crazy murderer is brewing his next plan.
He stayed in that remote place for so long and secretly killed so many people. He came here to completely release his power, usher in true sublimation, and become the focus of the world!
Before that, he still had to wait.
So the man didn't care about how much money the driver had stolen from him. Anyway, these things that he used to value more than his life were no longer relevant at this time. He would become a god! Get the perfect evolution! Money is such a thing! It’s just what the world pursues!
At that time, they will definitely thank themselves for the detachment they have brought!
This is George Wick. As he thought about this, his eyes flashed with golden light, but he still suppressed it. He still needs to wait! There are still more than ten days left, that is the most suitable time!
At this moment, he suddenly noticed two teenagers.
There was a lot of traffic along the San Antonio River, but suddenly a young man was carrying a drawing board, and another boy was carrying a bench and a billboard with a slogan. They sat down on the riverside and set up the billboard and drawing board. The stool...is actually not that eye-catching.
As long as these two teenagers don't look so "COOL".
The problem is that these two young men are very handsome, so handsome that they are shockingly miserable!
And he's so handsome that he doesn't have the same style at all. One is the kind of romantic prodigal who is suave, with eyes as gentle as water that almost makes people fall in. The other has a cold face, as if everything makes him uninterested, like a cold and arrogant prince. valley
However, these two teenagers, who could live comfortably just by brushing their faces, actually sat down by the river and set up drawing boards and billboards. George Wick's eyesight was already much better than before, so he could see clearly. Clearly understand the English written in colored pen on the sign - "Sketch portrait, one hundred dollars a time."
Even with George Wick's current state of mind, I find it a bit unbelievable... I'm afraid he's not robbing money!
Although he, as a being who is about to become a god, does not care about money at all, these secular humans regard money as more important than life... Absolutely no one is willing to spend a hundred dollars on such a thing, even if they draw No matter how good you are!
As soon as he had such an idea in his mind, George Wick was slapped in the face, because a man with golden hair and a face like a Greek sculpture walked over. He was wearing a short shirt and jeans, with a few unbuttoned buttons open. , whose huge chest muscles were particularly obvious, showed interest after seeing this painting stall, took out a hundred dollars from his pocket and handed it over. The cold young man took it and nodded, then he sat on the chair where the customers were sitting. After sitting down, sometimes playing with his mobile phone and sometimes looking at the scenery, the painter boy was unambiguous and started sketching with a pencil, while the cold boy glanced around, his sharp eyes and the billboard next to him seemed to say If anyone doesn't come to patronize the business and only thinks about having sex for free, then he won't be able to eat your good fruit...
Such a scene quickly attracted the attention of all the tourists passing by. It is human nature to yearn for beauty, not to mention that three male stars with top-notch looks who are not inferior to those in movies instantly appeared here, and they even had some differences because of their temperament. A boy who transcends?
It’s like a plot from a movie! With this idea in mind, these tourists stopped to watch, and some were even looking left and right to see if there were hidden cameras somewhere that were filming movies, but in the end they were in vain.
The afternoon sun shone down, and the mottled tree shadows shrouded the bodies and faces of the three teenagers. For a moment, the people around them even deliberately lowered their voices, as if they were worried about disturbing this picturesque scenery. It was interesting to say, The young painter is painting for others, but he himself has become a part of the painting.
…
"Minister, is this too much noise?" Commissioner Brown put down the telescope in his hand and asked worriedly. He did not dare to directly ask Professor Schneider why he agreed to Mo Qiuran's behavior, so he could only say this.
This is probably high emotional intelligence.
"It doesn't matter, no matter how loud the movement is, it doesn't matter," Professor Schneider shook his head and said, "Smart students have the right to choose themselves. Since they are the only ones who realize that they are bait, let them be."
Before speaking, Professor Schneider subconsciously checked his microphone, fearing that these words would reach Mo Qiuran's ears.
Just talk behind your back, say it in person...
Professor Schneider really didn't dare to say this to Mo Qiuran, a student who could destroy an experimental well in the equipment department within an hour of going to the cellar. God knows what he could do!
Professor Schneider thinks it's a big deal.
"But, we know that the [Perfect Evolution] organization is in the dark..." Commissioner Brown was a little worried.
"It is precisely because they are in the shadows that we need to be like this," Professor Schneider said. "As long as there is a big enough interest, this kind of organization will do whatever it takes.
And now, the heirs of the Gattuso family, the S-class, are all there. "
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