Zhang Lisheng was surprised by Sheila's appearance, but at the same time, the girl was also very surprised to see the young man on Capitol Hill. "Trish left Noah World in such a bad mood, so of course she needs someone to accompany her to help her overcome the difficulties.
Uncle Dolby has recently transferred the entire family business to Noah, so Tina is so busy every day that she really can't spare any time, so that person can only be me.
Lisheng, on the other hand, why did you suddenly appear here? "
"Oh, I just came back from Shrimp World No. 2. I couldn't contact Tina, so I called Trish …"
"Oh, so you talked to Trish on the phone?" Sheila was stunned for a moment before looking at the sister next to her. "Oh, dear, why didn't you tell me that Lisheng contacted you?"
"Sheila, Lisheng and I only spoke a few words and hung up the phone. I turned off my phone. I-I didn't expect him to look for me. I didn't expect him to look for me …" Trish's face was flushed as she replied with a lisp.
"Oh, dear sister, I know that other than me and Tina, you don't want to see anyone you're familiar with, but Lisheng should be an exception, right?
Don't think so much, everything will be fine after tomorrow. " Sensing that her best friend's current behavior was very abnormal, Sheila misunderstood that it was because of her depressed mood. While comforting her softly, she signaled Zhang Lisheng with her eyes. It was apparent that she wanted the young man to continue with her words.
To her surprise, Zhang Lisheng shook his head and looked at Trish coldly. "Things won't get better tomorrow, Trish Steg.
There are gains and losses in life, and no one can have everything. Since you've chosen to 'activate' the Atlantean bloodline and master the power to manipulate light and fire, you'll inevitably bear all the consequences.
Look for a mirror and look at yourself. You have fiery red shiny hair, snow-white skin that's as delicate as porcelain, slender and beautiful hands and feet … These characteristics are exactly the same as the alien races. Earthlings should not have any of these.
They make it impossible for you to gain the trust of the general public. You can't change this no matter what you do. "
The instant Zhang Lisheng's words left his mouth, the young man who had stopped shouting ever since he opened his mouth to speak suddenly said firmly, "Hey sir, no matter who you are, you're wrong to think so.
Tomorrow, when hundreds of thousands of people gather in front of the Washington Monument, Trish will publicly accuse the Atlanteans of their sins. At that time, she will become a hero among the Earthlings, and everyone will trust her … "
"Hero, ha, Joan of Arc was a hero, but in the end, she was beheaded.
William Wallace was a hero, but in the end, he died on the gallows. If Trish became such a hero, then most of the pressure from this Capitol Hill Assembly would be shouldered by her alone.
Perhaps there won't be any accidents in the short term, but after the craze, it will most likely be 'crushed'. " Zhang Lisheng waved his hand like he was chasing away a fly and interrupted the man's words. "I think you must be Howard Mason.
Mr. Mason, I may make mistakes, but I'm definitely smarter than you bastards who only know how to talk. I have no doubt about this. "
The young man's last sentence infuriated everyone in the tent except for Trish and Sheila. A sturdy young man with a small braid on the back of his head, who seemed to be the most reckless, even clenched his fists and walked towards the young man, looking as though he wanted to teach him a lesson.
At this time, Mason calmly suppressed his partner's dissatisfaction. After a moment of silence, he said to Zhang Lisheng solemnly, "Sir, perhaps Trish will indeed be in danger in the future because of her participation in the 'gathering' tomorrow, but I promise that all of us will stay by her side and bear everything together with her.
She's extremely important to my 'gathering', so we definitely won't let you take her away, even if we have to use the 'very sorry' method. "
"I'm very sorry. What a tactful choice of words." Zhang Lisheng put on a sarcastic smile, but a ferocious gleam flashed across his eyes. "I understand Trish's important role in your plan, Mr. Mason.
The confession and accusation of a beautiful angel-like Aryan girl who has activated the Atlantean bloodline is like a drug in a sex party that can heat up the atmosphere to the climax.
Actually, I hate those aliens more than you do, so I don't object to the huge impact of tomorrow's anti-Atlantis gathering at all. However, I don't want Trish to encounter any trouble in her life in the future, so I've thought of a better idea.
If all the organizers suddenly disappear on the night before the rally speech … No, in that case, there won't be any sensory stimulation anymore. Well, it should be most of them disappearing while the miserable remains of a few people are discovered. Then, it will definitely cause a greater degree of sensation and hatred. What do you think? "
At the same time, the young man slowly moved his hands that were hanging on his waist.
In an instant, a layer of wet soil surged through the thick canvas of the tent at the feet of the organizers of the Capitol Hill rally, forming a big mouth shape that was about to swallow the prey in one bite.
At this time, when Sheila saw Zhang Lisheng's familiar smile before killing, as though she had a premonition of something, she exclaimed loudly, "Stop, Lisheng! Stop! Mason and the others don't have any malicious intent! They're all good people!"
At the same time, the curtain of the tent was abruptly opened. The bearded guard who had just woken up rushed in with a twisted face, shouting incoherently in a hoarse voice, "Boss Mason, Tommy, Harry! T-Someone's not a human! It's a devil! No! It's a … a … a … a … a …"
When he was halfway through his sentence, he suddenly exchanged glances with Zhang Lisheng. Immediately, he choked on his words and began to tremble uncontrollably. He could no longer make a sound.
No matter how slow the people in the tent were, they could still sense that something was wrong. The reckless strong young man with a ponytail just now strode to a sleeping bag by the wall and took out a black steel shotgun to point at the young man before shouting ferociously, "Yellow-skinned monkey! You better be careful! Don't play any tricks! Otherwise, I'll shoot you in the head!"
Zhang Lisheng, who could not even deal with the Atlantean warship's main cannon attack, would naturally not be afraid of an ordinary spear. Like watching a circus clown, he glanced at the young man who was threatening him and chuckled. Then, he turned his head to Sheila and shrugged. "Sheila, even if you're usually compassionate, you wouldn't stop my actions at all.
Don't tell me that this Mr. Howard Mason is your 100th boyfriend? "
"No, Lisheng, Mason is not my new boyfriend, but I do admire him very much.
If you have Superman's strength, then he must have Superman's spirit. He's a … a great person. Really, you don't know him. He has ambitions and ideals, and he also has the ability to realize these ideals and ambitions … "Sheila looked at Mason and then at Zhang Lisheng before whispering after a moment of hesitation.
The young man listened to the girl quietly and smiled. "Oh, congratulations on starting a new relationship. I hope it won't end so soon.
Also, Sheila, congratulations on saving twelve lives. " He walked up to Trish and took her hand before walking out. However, he was stopped by the man holding the shotgun. "Hey, yellow-skinned monkey! I've told you not to play tricks! You can scram, but leave Trish behind …"
Being repeatedly provoked like this, the young man could no longer endure it. Without warning, his left hand blocked the muzzle of the long gun while his right hand grabbed the man's palm that was on the trigger. Slowly, he placed the shotgun on the man's neck.
Looking at the sturdy man whose face had turned red and who could not resist no matter how hard he struggled, a cruel smile crept upon Zhang Lisheng's face as he said, "Boy, boy, be careful of misfire." Then, he forced his finger to pull the trigger.
Within a few tenths of a second, the primer in the shotgun was ignited. The gunpowder ignited and emitted a high temperature of thousands of degrees. The hot flow pushed the bullet towards the muzzle and expanded rapidly after it was blocked by the young man's palm. With a loud bang, the entire gun barrel exploded completely.
In an instant, the scorching flame wrapped around the broken iron pieces and bullets scattered in all directions. Half of the young man holding the long gun had his chin torn off, and half of his neck was torn off. The bones on his cheeks and forehead were torn open, revealing blood-red muscles, blue and red blood vessels, and soft brain matter.
The other half of the gun barrel fragments and bullets that were charging at the young man were blocked by a layer of water that was condensed out of thin air. After the momentum was removed, they fell to the ground silently.
In the atmosphere of the tent that was almost frozen, Zhang Lisheng let go of his hand and let the sturdy man, who was still on his last breath, continue to convulse in pain. Unable to make a sound because his mouth had already turned into a pile of rotten meat, he collapsed at his feet.
After that, he looked around at the rally organizer, who was also unable to make a sound and had no trace of blood on his face. Curling his lips, he shrugged and said to Sheila, "Sheila, looks like you can only save the lives of 11 people." Then, he brought Trish and walked out of the tent briskly.
The moon was hanging high in the sky outside. Even though it was noisy on the grass, the cool breeze that blew still made people feel inexplicably relaxed.
"Look at Trish, the moon and stars in the sky are so bright and beautiful. Looking at such a vast starry sky, what kind of trouble do you have …" Zhang Lisheng took a deep breath and let go of Trish's hand outside the tent. Looking at the night sky, he explained.
"Alright, Lisheng, now is not the time to be emotional about such things. You've just killed someone in front of 11 witnesses. Don't tell me that you want to give up everything on Earth?" The girl, who was still in shock, said in a low voice.
"Oh, Trish, it looks like anxiety has lowered your intelligence. The man just now died from a gun explosion, so how can you say that I'm the one who killed him?
Taking 10,000 steps back, even if Mr. Mason and his partners prove that I'm the one who caused the gun malfunction, I've only counterattacked a thug who threatened me with a gun with my bare hands. No federal judge will convict a billionaire for this, right? "
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