1565 Building a Hero

1565 Create a hero

"..."

Number nine was taken aback by the question again.

Yes, what good would it do me if I ruined this place? It's just a waste of effort.

"I don't know... what to do."

Number 9 felt that the blonde girl was here to torture him, and every question made him unable to answer.

"In this case, why not be a hero!"

The blond girl pulled Number Nine's wrist, "How about becoming a real hero, guarding this place and justice?"

"Is there any advantage in this?"

Number nine asked directly.

"You can get a lot."

Windsor thought for a while, and then said, "It should be very happy to be worshiped by everyone and guard the city? Just like me, when I think of exposing the crimes of the Leicester family and letting the public know their real ugly face, I will I can't help being excited."

"You are really easy to impress."

No. 9 sighed, "In this case, why not try it."

"Did you promise me?"

Windsor was very excited, "Hero, where do you live?"

"I'm not called a hero, I'm number nine."

No. 9 said coldly, "Besides, I don't have a fixed address."

"Hey, homeless?"

"Wherever you want to live, you can live there."

No. 9 snorted coldly, "If anyone dares to disobey, I will kill him."

"No, no, this is not what a hero should do!"

Windsor felt that No. 9 was a newborn hero, and there was still a lot to teach him, so she made up her mind, "Well, from today onwards, you will live in my house, and I will teach you how to become a real hero!"

"Promise you can."

Number Nine folded her arms, "But if I get bored, I'll kill you and leave."

"Hee hee, being a hero is a lot of fun, how can you get bored!"

Windsor laughed happily, how could such a dreamlike thing make her unhappy!

"Great God, you must have sent him to me!"

Windsor clasped his hands together, his face full of piety.

"You believe in gods so much?"

Number Nine finally couldn't help asking.

"Yes, after all, the gods created us."

"According to your culture and the theory of evolution, shouldn't humans have evolved from apes?"

"Hmph, the theory of evolution is pseudoscience!"

Windsor snorted, "In short, you are the best gift the gods have given me! It's a pity that today is not Christmas, so let's treat it as early! Let's go, let's go home!"

As Windsor said, she walked to the side of the road and opened a car door. Looking at the gray truck parked in front of him, No. 9 felt his head was a little big.

"Do I have to take a car..."

"If you are flying around in the air, it would be too high-profile!"

Windsor grabbed Number Nine's hand and dragged him into the car.

"As a hero, the first lesson is to teach you, remember to keep a low profile!"

"All right."

I don't know why, but No. 9 just likes Windsor. He was led by Windsor and obediently sat in the truck. Since Number 9 was born, he has never been in a car, and today is the first time.

"Hero, is this your first time in Tel City?"

"As I said, I'm not called a hero."

Number Nine emphasized, "My name is Number Nine."

"Okay, number nine!"

Windsor quickly changed her words, "Is this your first time in Tel City?"

"yes."

No. 9 nodded. He also walked casually and came here.

"Then where were you born?"

"In a laboratory in Los Angeles."

Thinking of the old days, No. 9 has no expression on his face.

"Lab? You have a good sense of humor."

Windsor laughed, she felt that this hero is really mysterious!

She talked a lot to No. 9 in trivial terms in the car, but No. 9 seemed a little annoyed, folded her arms, leaned on the chair, closed her eyes, and turned a deaf ear to her words.

Windsor said in his heart that the hero may be a little tired, so it is better not to disturb him to rest. So, Windsor finally stopped for a while. She concentrated on driving, occasionally peeking at No. 9, and became content again.

After more than half an hour, Windsor finally drove to his home.

In No. 9's impression, Windsor's house should be a two-story villa or something. In many cities in the United States, there are quite a lot of such houses. After all, the US empire has a large land area, but its population is much smaller than that of China, a huge country.

But Windsor led No. 9 to an apartment building, took him to the tenth floor, opened the door and walked in.

This should be a rental house, the house is a bit messy, litter is thrown randomly on the ground, including Windsor's underwear, everywhere.

The room is not too big, about forty or fifty square meters, because there is too much garbage, it looks very crowded.

"No, I'm sorry..."

Windsor blushed, "I live alone on weekdays, so I didn't do much cleaning. I'll call the housekeeper to come and ask them to clean it up."

"snort!"

With a wave of No. 9's hand, there was a gust of wind in the room, blowing all the rubbish in front of him to the two sides. The room was cleaned out to a large area, and it seemed to be much cleaner at once.

"Ah, so convenient!"

Windsor couldn't help clapping her hands, "It would be great if I could too."

"Unfortunately, there is no way to teach you."

No. 9 shook his head, "My strength is innate, so I can't teach it to you."

"It doesn't matter, as long as you have this power! You can sit wherever you want, and treat it like your own home."

While talking, Windsor stuffed her leopard-print corset under the sofa pillow.

"Is this... a place where people live..."

Nine frowned.

"Oh, this is home! Come on, you rest first, and then let's talk, your first step to becoming a hero!"

"Becoming a hero is so complicated? How many steps are there?"

"Of course, dreams come step by step after all!"

Windsor took out a pen and paper, "Especially the first step, it's very important, don't be sloppy!"

"What's the first step?"

"clothing!"

Windsor's solemn expression left Number Nine speechless.

"Going out to fight, you still have to pick out a suit of clothes?"

No. 9 pointed to the coat on his body, "I just snatched this from someone a few days ago, and it fits pretty well."

"You are a hero, not a robber! You can't steal from others, let alone wear such stolen goods!"

Windsor tapped her forehead lightly, "Hey, let me teach you a little bit! As a hero, you have to have tights that represent your identity! Such as Superman, blue pants, red cape! And a big s on the chest! That's the sign!"

"It feels like sb..."

Watching Windsor open a photo of Superman, Number Nine immediately vetoed it.

"What pervert can wear underwear outside?"

"This is a design from a long time ago! Don't worry, I have a better design!"