Chapter 1196 He Can Definitely Do It

Peter and Heather were stunned, looked at each other, then turned and ran away.

Robbery? We believe that normal people rob, but do you, the gorilla, intend to rob wealth or life?

When the strong man saw the two running away, he was furious: "Stop! Don't run!"

The two ran faster after hearing this.

If you don't run away, why don't you stay where you are and be a sandbag for you?

But the two of them were forced to stop before they ran very far, because the exit from the alley was also blocked by a figure.

The person who appeared this time was much more normal than the bull gorilla over there.

This person is about 185 centimeters tall, with a full head of black hair tied into a short ponytail. He looks about thirty to thirty-five years old. Although he is Asian, his appearance is extremely handsome. He is the kind of young girl who is most obsessed with the world. middle-aged handsome uncle.

He was wearing a black woolen windbreaker, black pants, black boots, and black gloves. He was leaning against the wall at the entrance of the alley with his arms folded in front of him, silently sizing up Heather and Peter.

Although he didn't have the strong physique of the strong man behind him who was like a visual spectacle, the black-haired man in front of him gave Peter and Heather a greater sense of oppression.

I wonder if he was so nervous that he had hallucinations. Peter seemed to see a flash of red in this man's pupils?

"Who are you and what do you want to do?"

Compared to Peter, who was almost breathless with fright, Heather was obviously much calmer. He glanced outside the alley. There were no pedestrians passing by outside at this time. If he shouted rashly, he would most likely anger them.

Thinking of this, Heather took out her mobile phone and a few bills in her pocket and slowly put them at her feet:

"If you want money, I only have this mobile phone and these five dollars. The schoolbag is full of study textbooks, and the most valuable thing is the pen. If you want, you can take them all, please don't hurt me and my friends."

As he spoke, he nudged Peter with his toe.

Peter was stunned when he saw this, and quickly followed suit. It was obviously unrealistic to call 911 quickly, and they were all cold when the police arrived. Uncle Ben and Aunt May's daily teachings rang in his ears, and Peter felt that he could not afford to risk his life for a mobile phone and half a sandwich.

He hasn't successfully dated Mary Jane yet.

Seeing Heather's actions, the black-haired man in front of him was slightly startled, and then smiled apologetically: "It seems that my friends and I have caused you unnecessary misunderstandings. Kaidou, stay back."

The man waved his hand in the direction behind Peter and Heather. The strong man named Kaidou raised his hands, indicating that he was completely harmless and retreated five or six meters obediently.

Without the strong man standing behind him, Peter felt that his breathing was a little easier.

"His name is Kaidou, and my name is Kuzan. We were just talking about something in the alley, and we happened to bump into you two. I hope I didn't scare you."

Su Zhan took the initiative to reach out to Heather. Heather hesitated for a moment, shook her hand for a moment and then let go: "Heather Anon."

When Peter next to him saw this, he wiped his palm on his clothes and just stretched it out, only to find that Su Zhan had already retracted his hand and put it in his pocket. Peter could only whistle and touch the back of his head in embarrassment.

Heather picked up her mobile phone and money, looked at the sea road not far behind her with vigilance, and then looked at Su Zhan: "...can we go?"

"Of course. I apologize again for the misunderstanding, Heather."

Su Zhan stood aside and gave way to the exit of the alley.

Heather pulled Peter and walked quickly to the entrance of the alley without looking back.

After a long time, Kaidou's voice sounded in the alley:

"Isn't it time yet?"

"Soon. We've been waiting so long, so be patient."

In the dark alley, two scarlet lights lit up,

"He can definitely do it."

……………………

In Heather's third week at Midtown High School, a sensational event occurred in the United States.

Famous billionaire inventor and playboy Tony Stark announced that he is the latest superhero [Iron Man]!

"Iron Man? What a stupid name. It fits my usual impression of Tony Stark."

At the dining table of the Bennett family, cousin Claire shook the fork in her hand:

"My friends and I all believe that Tony Stark is the public enemy of women. Such a person can actually become a superhero. Is there any justice in this world?"

"No, no, no, Claire, I don't agree with you. Tony Stark just had a slightly more dissolute lifestyle in the past, and geniuses are like that.

I would say that Stark is a true patriot, and the United States needs heroes like Iron Man to protect it. "

"Oh my God! Dad, you are completely making racial supremacist remarks!"

"I just love this country so much. What's wrong with me?"

As expected, Uncle Marty got into trouble with Cousin Claire again.

Ignoring the bickering between the father and daughter, Aunt Susan smiled and gave Heather half a plate of pasta, in which there were much more tomato and meatballs than noodles: "Eat more, little handsome boy. Be stronger, so that you can eat more." I can get a date with a pretty girl at the high school prom.”

"Mom! I need to grow taller too! I also need to date a pretty girl at the high school prom!" Cousin John glanced at the noodles with only one meatball on the plate and expressed his strong dissatisfaction with his biological mother's favoritism.

Aunt Susan smiled and comforted John: "You don't need it for the time being. Didn't Megan promise to attend the dance with you?"

"No! She is the one who insists on going with me! I would rather help dad shovel the frozen raccoon at the door and tie it with a bow and give it to the homeless than go to the prom with Megan!"

John let out a piercing scream, like a six-year-old girl whose foot had been stepped on.

Aunt Susan whispered to Heather: "Johnny is shy again. It's okay, he will go eventually."

Heather raised her eyebrows. She had to say that the appearance of Mr. Griffin's daughter Megan was hard to describe. Cousin John didn't spit on this topic directly at the dinner table. It was considered that he had strong psychological endurance.

The noisy dinner was finally over, and Heather was walking upstairs to her room when she suddenly remembered that her deadline was approaching, but she had never sent out the novel manuscript.

Yes, Heather's being judged by the court to be a "relatively stable income" and his invitation from the Writers Guild of America all stemmed from the novel "Evil Hero" he wrote in eighth grade (sophomore year of junior high school). This novel has been serialized regularly in the Daily Bugle, and the response has been pretty good.

Oh no, no, if I send it tomorrow it will definitely be too late. JJJJ will then use the topic to deduct royalties.

He said hello to his aunt and uncle, put on his clothes and went out to mail the manuscript.

Aunt hurriedly called to Heather, then looked at Uncle Marty: "Marty?"

"Huh?" My uncle sat calmly in the rocking chair and watched TV programs, holding a can of cold beer in his hand.

"Heather is going out tonight."

"oh."

"Heather, I have to go out tonight."

Uncle Marty seemed to feel the danger and finally looked away from the TV screen: "Oh my God, Susan, he is 17 years old. Do I have to go with him to the bathroom at night? Johnny! Johnny!"

"What's wrong, dad?" John's voice came from the second floor.

"Go out with your brother!"

"I……"

"Five yuan pocket money, no bargaining, only 10 seconds. 9, 8..."

Thump thump thump! John almost jumped down the stairs with his clothes already on: "Let's go, Cousin Heather."

Heather shrugged, not rejecting the family's kindness.

After all, my combat effectiveness is relatively low, so it would be safer to go out at night with one more person to keep me company.

Thanks to Ser and Destruction for the 10,000 starting coins

Thanks to the silent writer 1997 for the reward of 500 starting coins