Chapter 8 Nick Furry

Three teenage girls solved a table of food, of course, mainly Kantan ate it again, most of these were ordered by him. Although he was quite thin, his seemingly thin body would definitely not lack muscles.

Nohe only ate a burger and some chicken pieces, and didn't even drink Coke, and he ate less than Alina.

"I really want to drink beer with fried chicken. I don't even have Coke, I have no soul."

(t_t)

Noh seemed to be a poet who had lost his poetry and a distant place, sighing all the way, as if fried chicken was the flowers he inspired, and beer was the road to inspiration.

Kantan and Alina both kept walking beside him, covering their ears with their hands, like two silent large toys of automatic walking, God is above, do you think they have never protested?

But Noh would look at them with such a pitiful look every time. Alina would lose her combat power every time. As for Kantan, oh, please don't mention him. He was deterred by violence. Every time he and Noh were beaten to the ground by him.

I took a taxi and came to a park.

The three of them found a piece of grass and sat on it. Nohe took out his tablet again. This time he did not chat with his editor again, but instead called out a blank document.

"When the leaves of the tree stopped, they asked their friends where the wind was that took him away from home, if they could no longer wander..."

The poems and English with a sad tone made the two people around him involuntarily immerse themselves in the story he told. Ye was taken away by the wind and left home, but the journey was not too long, and the wind disappeared. He could not go back and could not travel far, so he could only stay here.

Kangtan discovered that he had never really known this good friend, what was buried in his heart?

Afterwards, the three children just played cards for a while and then parted.

However, before leaving, Alina said seriously that her friends would definitely like this short poem. At that time, Nohe suddenly thought of Alina's original request to have a feeling of happiness and care. He thought to himself, is it considered caring to talk to each other with sympathy?

Take a bus through the bustling cities and streets.

When he returned home and looked at the empty living room, Noh looked at the photo in the center of the room with a calm expression. His parents were not at home for many years and were busy with career or money. Noh never complained that this was not because he understood his parents' childish reasons, but that all this followed his will.

Through his methods and a subtle operation, the two of them were busy on business trips, so Noch's solitary living became the norm. After all, living together always shows something wrong. He doesn't want to use brainwashing and other means, so he came up with this idea.

Noh sat on the sofa, pushing his thoughts carefully.

The heroic spirit has officially arrived. With this unconcealable scene, he will occupy the headlines of the United States, and he will also get a considerable amount of source power at that time. In fact, he has now sensed that his source power is growing rapidly.

In fact, it is not right to use growth. It should be said that it is to increase the upper limit. Things related to the emotions of the creature and the origin of the world can continuously repair the destruction of his essence, thereby increasing the source power he can use, and the source power can be restored by himself.

The heroic spirit is just the prelude to the appearance of the mysterious world, and there are more unknowns waiting to be displayed next.

There are many people like Sander, some will usher in luck, and some will usher in misfortune.

Noch sensed the traces of power he was scattered around the world. When he focused his perceptions on a certain place in New York, his face became a little hesitant. He was considering taking them back, but the thought just flashed.

He whispered to himself softly: "Whether it was before or now, especially in New York, you can always protect yourself, Kangtan...

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Four days later.

The existence of the heroic spirit has completely fermented.

In various media Times, articles about heroic spirits emerge one after another.

"They's Existed in History"

Good or Evil

"The Boring Prank of the Superpowers"

Marilyn Monroe, who died at Kennedy

"The Man Who Has the Growest*"

"The Monk of Russia"...

Originally known as the Land Strategic Defense Attack and Logistics Support Bureau, it is now SHIELD, with its headquarters.

Nick Fury sat in the chair, listening to the agent's report with his hands crossed. The black skin color made people not know his face at this moment. After listening to it, the agent went down, he spoke to Colson who had been there: "In other words, someone pushed behind these reports, and with our official and private forces, it was impossible to suppress them at all? Colson, it seems that in addition to the unfinished waiting for this matter, there are more inside information."

"It looks like yes, sir. In addition, we have found some traces of Gregorian Fimovich Lasputin. According to the current clues, he is hunting for a virgin." Colson said.

"Heroic spirits, it's really a big trouble. Find this heroic spirit that may exist in the real world as soon as possible to see if you can communicate, but make the worst plan." Nick Fury opened his one-eye, his face was very calm. When he remembered something, he said again: "There is still that Yeshin, have you found the target?"

"The other party left too little information, and there was no. In addition, sir, I have a very bad premonition about that Rasputin. When he confronted other heroes, he said that others were afraid of him, and it was very likely that he had something behind them, that is, the so-called Heroic Temple, and something that was afraid of. If the heroes really exist..."

Nick Fury interrupted him and said with a serious sternness: "Not a farce."

"Yes, if they really exist, maybe the order of the world would be turbulent. However, based on the existing information, we have no evidence of denial. The daughter of Sand, who summoned Rasputin, was sold to a gang of human traffickers, was wiped out a week ago. Now she is in an orphanage. Through inquiries and investigations of Sand himself, we found that he was indeed exposed to something that might be related to magic, and he also pursued some antiques related to celebrities at any cost."

Colson's tone was heavy.

Assuming that the Temple of Heroes really exists, then is Yesin's identity real? Does the mysterious world they say really exist? Why do they hide it so secretly that even they knew nothing before.

A group of people with unknown numbers, who have powerful power, are simply mobile nuclear bombs that explode at any time. The power of heroes is enough to make people tremble. The power that easily controls people's spirits makes ordinary people like puppets that can be controlled at will in front of them.

Colson is not a stupid person, and even those who think of things are simple and simple, as long as anyone with basic logic, can judge them.

Both the White House and the World Security Council put a lot of pressure on them. Even the military's generals who were obsessed with super humans wanted to call all the satellites to find out the existences named heroes. They were like hyenas smelling meat, madly using all means to search.

In the past few days, due to the media and the people involved in the area of ​​Hawke Street who experienced the disaster of heroes, the American people who learned that the heroes existed were excited and uneasy to conduct several large-scale parades.
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