After finishing his noodles and soup, Lou Cheng put down his bowl and chopsticks. He flipped a coin in his left hand and started complaining about Smith in a low voice.
"That Spider is really something. I just casually mentioned it at the start because I thought it would be too risky to go on my own. But he agreed right away and even tried to perfect the plan in high spirits. I thought he was indeed the head of the secret service. His mental fortitude was off the charts and he had seen all kinds of storms. Who knew he would become as listless as a little lamb and kept nagging me that this was against his ideals and that he didn't deserve to be Spiderman anymore. Why didn't he reject it earlier?"
Yan Zheke rested her chin on one hand and listened quietly. Her black, jewel-like eyes looked at Lou Cheng from head to toe and then fell on his left hand, which was flipping the coins quickly. After a moment of silence, she said in an uncertain tone,
"Cheng, you're actually not very calm either, right?"
Huh? Lou Cheng was stunned and instinctively wanted to deny it. But when he glanced at the flipping coin, it was as if he saw his own heart in the same state.
It looked calm and peaceful with only a slight ripple. But in fact, it was tense and surging in the depths.
Yeah, after "visiting" Joseph, I couldn't help but "abuse" the mineral water bottle. It turned cold and then hot, then cold and then hot again. I only managed to calm down when I saw Ke …
As a law-abiding student for more than ten or twenty years, he was not like what he had said to Smith just now, that he had a weak awareness of the law and was a natural outlaw. What he longed for was never a life of fear and fear.
Although he had experienced killing the Ninth Pin of the Dark Sect and improved his adaptability at the edge of life and death, and tempered his state of mind, he was either involved or not involved. Plus, he had his sect to deal with the aftermath, so he didn't have to worry. It was fundamentally different from ambushing the Butcher in a foreign country or eliminating Maszewski.
In the end, I'm just a fledgling in this aspect. And I don't really like doing things like this.
Lou Cheng was stared at by the girl who seemed to be able to see through his soul. His thoughts were in turmoil and finally turned into a sigh.
"Ke, come here. Let me give you a hug."
"Okay." Yan Zheke left her seat and walked to Lou Cheng. She allowed him to stand up and open his arms to hug her tightly.
The familiar scent wafted into his nose and lingered in his mind. Her beautiful body was slender and warm. Their breaths seemed to resonate. Lou Cheng's heart slowly calmed down. He "watched" as the feelings of anxiety, uneasiness, and tension slowly returned to the lake. There was no more undercurrent.
During this process, Yan Zheke patted his back clumsily and awkwardly, just like how he gently stroked the girl's hair.
"After getting rid of the Butcher and Maszewski, the other criminals in Connecticut will either not involve you or fall within the range that Aunt Du can handle. Hmm, there's only Pavel left. He's hiding in the Holy Top Church and won't dare to sneak out for a few months. Moreover, his main targets are the underaged children. Anyway, I don't think there's anything else for me to do. I can relax and enjoy life …" Lou Cheng's voice was low.
Yan Zheke's comforting actions gradually became more familiar and smooth. She buried her head in Lou Cheng's shoulder and answered in a low voice,
"That's good, that's good …"
After hugging for a long time, the two of them separated. Lou Cheng picked up the bowl and chopsticks and smiled, his body and mind relaxed.
"Hello, your dishwasher is online!"
"You make it sound like I'm eating …" Yan Zheke looked at Lou Cheng in disdain. She chuckled and teased, "When someone came back, he was so relaxed. He acted as though he had just gone out to buy groceries and that making noodles when he was hungry was more important than 'superhero' matters. In the end, it was all an act!"
At this point, she turned and smiled. She muttered to herself in a low voice,
"Then I'm relieved …"
After washing the dishes, the couple took separate showers and lay side by side on the bed. With their backs against the pillows, they covered themselves with a thin blanket and scrolled through their phones.
"Hey, our overseas students' group chat is saying that Senior Jennifer is involved in Maszewski's case." Yan Zheke's crossed legs swayed as she turned her body to the side.
"There's news already?" Lou Cheng hadn't scrolled through the news yet.
As for the forums and forums of foreigners and other places, he was still confused and didn't look into it.
"A classmate's uncle migrated to Connecticut a long time ago to do business. His cousin happened to be working at the police station," Yan Zheke explained. She moved the phone and herself closer to Lou Cheng to read the follow-up.
According to the classmate's description, Jennifer, an active figure at Connecticut University, had been controlled by Maszewski since a long time ago to help him find girls of good quality. The usual method was to invite them to parties, and after they had played together a few times and got familiar with each other, he would lure them to take the "secret drug" in order to seek higher levels of enjoyment. Then, he would slowly increase the dosage until it became an addiction. Finally, he would introduce them to "rave parties," where they would indulge their body and mind and fall into depravity. They would become a "tool" for spirit cultivators or a tool for Maszewski to rope in members of the upper class.
When they got bored and didn't have the talent in this area, they would be thrown to the bottom of the class and controlled to make money.
In the process, the girls who were seduced would, in turn, become like Jennifer, pulling in more unsuspecting girls, causing the number of victims to snowball. However, not everyone would succumb. It should be said that most of the girls participated a few times, but after realizing that something was wrong, they would rationally refuse and not come again. Of course, there were also poor victims who were forcibly drugged.
"How can this be?" Yan Zheke was dumbfounded. She was so angry that her voice trembled a little.
Unlike the girls Joseph killed, she didn't know and had no relationship with them. This time, many of the victims involved in this case were students from Connecticut University.
Yan Zheke didn't discriminate against the atmosphere of parties in America. She just felt that it was a waste of time and could easily lead to scandals, so she wasn't willing to participate. Who knew that some parties were actually dangerous, like a venomous snake that looked colorful but was actually terrifying.
Lou Cheng felt lucky and no longer had any doubts about his previous actions.
What's the point of bullying girls!
And it was easier to implicate Ke than he expected!
It's good that Maszewski died. Those spirit cultivators are also detestable. He only regretted that he didn't have the chance to punish them.
Yan Zheke complained for a while. She was actually a little traumatized by the parties. The police didn't reveal who was involved in the parties out of consideration for the victims.
"Cheng, you did a great job this time!" After venting, the girl looked up at her husband with bright eyes.
Out of habit, Lou Cheng wanted to flirt and ask what the reward was. However, he was still in a state of calmness after the excitement. When he saw Ke's serious expression and bright eyes, he immediately felt that everything had paid off.
"I like this reward!" He chuckled softly.
"Huh?" Yan Zheke was stunned. She didn't know what her Cheng had pulled on again.
Since when did I reward him?
After calming down, the girl browsed the news again. Finally, she found a few reports in a row.
"The 'Deliveryman' reappears!"
"The infamous Maszewski was' executed '. The' Deliveryman 'is not a hero of order."
"Crazy party, deadly party!"
Yan Zheke's English reading ability was much better than Lou Cheng's. She browsed quickly and translated.
"… According to the investigation at the scene, the 'Deliveryman' had the help of powerful companions. This may be the reason why they could kill Maszewski while the other heroes couldn't …"
"… The surveillance equipment at the scene was damaged and couldn't record the key parts. However, we were able to extract the footage and directly see the 'Deliveryman'. He is less than 1.7 meters tall and dressed like a typical delivery boy. He wore a baseball cap and very large black-rimmed glasses. His skin color was indistinguishable. He was the type with thin cheeks. He was good at making explosions. His hands were covered in flames, so no fingerprints were left … This basically matches the description in Cole's brief statement."
"Basically matches?" Yan Zheke laughed and turned to look at Lou Cheng.
Her Cheng was already 1.78 meters tall after his second puberty. He wasn't handsome, but he was a good young man with defined lines, full muscles, and a masculine face!
"If they are really the same, then I'll have a headache." Lou Cheng laughed. He deeply felt that the bone-shrinking skill was very useful.
After chatting for a while, Yan Zheke translated the comments under the news. The American public was roughly divided into two camps.
A group of people believed that the Deliveryman was not a superhero but an evil person. If he could kill the infamous Maszewski today without any evidence, he could kill someone else tomorrow based on his own judgment. Perhaps, he could kill someone else tomorrow based on his own judgment. This was a factor that caused social unrest. They wanted to catch the Deliveryman as soon as possible.
The other camp believed that the American system was corrupt and hopeless. The judiciary had become a toy for the rich and powerful and could no longer uphold justice. At this time, it required a brave knight to judge and punish the bad guys.
They claimed that the 'Deliveryman' was their idol and a true knight.
After translating the most popular comments, Yan Zheke chuckled and said,
"I don't know about other things, but I'm sure those rebellious youths in America worship you."
"It doesn't feel right that everyone is wearing black-rimmed glasses to imitate me …" Lou Cheng's imagination ran wild.
The couple talked and laughed for a long time until their biological clocks came and they both fell asleep.
In the middle of the night, Yan Zheke woke up slowly. She wanted to turn over but found that her right hand was tightly gripped and she couldn't break free.
She propped her head up and looked beside her. Although Lou Cheng was sound asleep, his hand was firmly gripping hers and wouldn't let go. The gentleness and calmness in his eyes faded away and he became like a child.
…
The next morning, the couple woke up on time and started practicing. Because of the experience of mastering the other characters, Yan Zheke finally got a feel for the Fighting Formula after a few days of practice. This made her very happy and she even ate five more mouthfuls of breakfast.
After they parted ways outside the campus, Lou Cheng jogged to the Msasi Martial Arts Gym. Along the way, he saw many imitators wearing baseball caps and black-rimmed glasses. He could only twitch his mouth in response.
In the following week, Lou Cheng was well-behaved because Pavel never left the Holy Top Church. He even didn't find an opportunity to challenge the Grandmaster of Martial Arts of the Geruga Sect as planned to avoid the limelight.
In the blink of an eye, it was almost the end of the month. It was time for Lou Cheng to return.
In the lobby of Orion Airport, Smith heaved a long sigh of relief when he saw the reluctant couple through the surveillance camera.
During this period of time, he had come to realize that he had deviated from the path of Spiderman ever since he couldn't get a search warrant for Joseph. That was why he agreed to Lou's suggestion of working together to eliminate Maszewski. However, Lou was a dangerous person. If he stayed in Connecticut all the time, it was easy for him to cause trouble, which would exhaust him to deal with the aftermath.
Phew, thank God, he's finally leaving … Smith made a cross piously.
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