Chapter 59 He is there
Late at night, under the dim light of the street lights.
Jonathan, who had just returned from delivering goods, was driving a pickup truck on the suburban road with a slightly sad expression.
A lot has happened in recent days.
The eldest son accidentally lost his powers, and the younger son has actually been hiding his superpowers for so many years. In order to chase Avery, he left the town and headed to Gotham.
However, for the past two or three days, the younger son has been on the phone with his family, which reassures him and his wife.
"I just heard on the phone that David has found Avery and should be back soon."
The sadness on Jonathan's face lessened slightly.
Didi didi!
A dilapidated blue car behind him honked his horn, telling Jonathan to get out of the way.
Jonathan frowned and turned the steering wheel to get out of the way, but in the process, the man seemed to be so anxious that his butt was on fire, and the deafening horn sound did not stop at all.
"Hey, man, why don't you be so hasty!"
When the car came up, he rolled down the window and greeted him dissatisfiedly.
The car didn't seem to hear it at all. In the cab of the car, there was a somewhat slovenly middle-aged man in a white coat with a bit of the temperament of a down-and-out scholar. His palms were trembling and he was talking on the phone excitedly.
"Richard, I succeeded, I really succeeded...hahaha!"
A pot of flowers that looked strangely like sunflowers was sealed in a glass jar on the passenger seat.
While he was on the phone, he looked at the jar, his eyes burning as if he were looking at the greatest scientific discovery in the twenty-first world.
"It is you.
What time is it, Hamilton? I'm going to bed after dinner. You call me at this time. "
The person on the other end of the phone scratched his head and sounded distressed.
"Listen, I made it!
No, to be precise, I succeeded half way, but it was enough for me to get back my previous honor. "
Hamilton was once a popular figure in the scientific community. When he was young, he participated in a nationally organized scientific research team to study the stones and soil brought back from the moon by Apollo. The scientific community believed that he would sooner or later be one of the strong winners of the Nobel Prize. Until he Published an article.
——On the effect of meteorites on genetic evolution and mutation.
The scientific community was in an uproar because of his conjecture, which was almost like a fantasy without any proof. They all thought he was crazy. From then on, all funding and honors left him. He had no choice but to return to his hometown town and hide in the woods alone to conduct research.
"I successfully used meteorites to evolve the genes of a local extinct flower called the devil's flower that has a harsh planting environment. It can now be grown even on ordinary land. You must take a look and help me make a statement. "
"Devil's flower, that doesn't sound like a good name." Hamilton couldn't wait to share his results, but the tone on the other end of the phone was casual, as if he was dealing with a mental patient.
"That's not important. You know what this means. I'll..."
Excitement rushed to his forehead like a torrent. Hamilton's pupils were dilated. He couldn't help himself and wanted to continue.
On the highway at night, a stone suddenly hit him. He was driving with one hand and failed to grasp the steering wheel. The car lost control and rushed to the side of the road.
"No!"
Facing the roadside slope, he held his mobile phone and looked frightened.
Bang!
After running over the slope, the car rushed out, spun around a few times, and hit the ground upside down.
laugh!
There was a violent braking sound, and the pickup truck stopped and illuminated the scene.
"Oh my God."
Seeing that the person in front of him had a tragic car accident, even though he had just been rudely beeped by the other person's horn, and seeing that people's lives were at stake, Jonathan didn't even have a hint of joy and hurriedly got out of the car to rescue him.
After struggling to pull out the unconscious driver with blood on his forehead from the overturned cab.
He suddenly caught a glimpse of a pot of broken flowers lying at his feet. The flowers were as big as a silver plate, like a yellow moon, with a faint green fluorescence on them.
He smelled a strange fragrance and felt an inexplicable heat all over his body, but he didn't notice it.
After dragging the person a long way to the side of the road, away from the vehicle that started to catch fire, Jonathan took a few breaths and quickly dialed 911.
…
Thick curtains, dark room.
Soft and expensive bed.
Avery's muscular upper body was bare, and two mature models with blushing faces were clinging to him, feeding him fruits from time to time like maids, and playing video games happily in front of the newly installed projection screen.
The little man on the curtain holds a machine gun and slaughters the enemy troops wantonly.
The exhilaration in the game made him excited.
Everything went as planned. He came to Gotham and relied on the god-like power given to him by lightning. He easily conquered one of the most powerful gangs in Gotham and enjoyed a luxurious life that he could only dream about before. .
"But it's not enough."
As he pressed the buttons frantically, hot fire surged in his eyes.
The meteorite is his weakness. If he doesn't solve it for a day, it will be like a stone pressing on his chest, unable to make him completely happy.
"Falcone has almost mustered the funds and manpower."
After using both hard and soft tactics to get all the meteorites in the hands of the residents of the town, and then turn the town over and destroy all the meteorites underground, nothing on this planet can stop him.
Don't worry about hiding yourself. Then the whole world will be his game and he will become the king of the world.
"When then, I can do whatever I want."
The people on the curtain shot wildly, and Avery's expression was filled with excitement and a hint of cruelty and ferocity, like a brutal dictator who was about to take control of a country, which made the two models next to him a little scared.
Bang!
The glass window was smashed into pieces, and a figure with bat wings spread out from behind cast a large shadow and flew into the room suddenly.
…
"who?"
"There is a killer, protect the boss!"
With the sudden attack, the people in the room became confused and took out their guns and pointed them at the visitor.
From outside the manor, I saw that there was only one brightly lit window in several old castles dozens of meters away. Through the gap between the curtains, there seemed to be a few people who didn't look like minions inside, discussing something in secret.
Not bothering to spend more time with the gangsters and hounds, David simply burst out with powerful kinetic energy from his feet, and rushed into the house like a cannon across seventy or eighty meters.
"Are you Carmine Falcone?"
Glass shards flew, and everyone was horrified. David's eyes locked on Falcone, who was being protected by everyone.
"This is the fifth floor. How did he get up here?"
Seeing David in a suit without any climbing equipment, several people shouted in surprise.
"Shoot, shoot, kill him!"
Hearing the noise in the house, the guy guarding the door quickly rushed in with a submachine gun, and with several other people in the house, he shot at the only stranger in the house.
Da da da!
A sound like a typewriter sounded in the room.
Submachine gun bullets hit David one after another, without even breaking his clothes. He instantly lost all kinetic energy and fell. He saw Falcone running toward the door with several people covering him behind him.
He casually lifted the mahogany desk next to the window.
The wooden table weighing hundreds of kilograms roared and rolled through the air. It spanned six to seven meters and smashed to death the two guys holding submachine guns at the door, blocking the way.
Everyone looked shocked, and Falcone's expression froze.
"you have not answer my question yet."
David looked at him coldly, as if he was not at the same level of life at all, like an elephant facing an ant, the powerful aura it exuded was suffocating.
"That's enough, you idiots, stop the gun."
Seeing that David was unharmed by the bullet, Falcone was shocked and pretended to shout in anger. He looked at David with his head slightly lowered, his hand on his chest, and a respectful smile on his face.
"Sir, I am Falcone. How can I help you?"
It's not like a gang boss facing someone who suddenly breaks into his house and kills his men. It's more like a humble broker facing a distinguished client coming to his door, showing utmost courtesy.
"You have an unusual guy here, right?"
David raised his eyebrows slightly.
"Where is he?"
"Of course, he is here..."
When Falcone saw David, he felt that he had found something that the boy named Avery was worried about.
Think about it, in just a few days, two powerful monsters who are not afraid of bullets broke into his manor. Is there any relationship between them?
The chance to get rid of that boy's threat and control may have come.
Falcone, who was feeling hot in his heart, was halfway through speaking when there was a roar outside the broken window where the night wind was blowing in!
In another castle, a fire broke out in a room.
A figure spread out its bat wings and glided down in a slightly embarrassed manner.
"He...he's in that room"
