What kind of food can a young person in high school make? In the United States, it is instant cereal, which can be brewed with milk and eaten.
In the restaurant, Huang Mao ate the food without disdain, but looking at his expression, he couldn't say he was in a good mood.
While eating such junk food, he introduced himself in a not-so-good tone:
"You are lucky to be able to summon me, but I am not the type to fight head-on. My class is an assassin. For the convenience of calling me, you can call me a lustful hero or a yellow-haired man. My specialty is sneaking and stealing other people's belongings.
Wife."
Pippi: "???"
It was like a bucket of cold water was poured over his head. The young boy really didn't see the use of this specialty. He seemed to have no advantage at all in the Holy Jar War.
It's like someone else has a gun in their hand, but you only have bananas in your hand. Isn't it a gift?
He suddenly remembered that the toy car was a second-hand car he bought from other friends. Isn't this a kind of NTR?
Seeing his sluggish reaction, Huang Mao didn't take it seriously. After drinking the cereal, he stood up and patted his butt:
"Let's go, my useless Master. The war is about to start in three hours. Let's go out and make some preparations, at least to complete intelligence collection. Where is your armory?"
"What? You mean an armory? I don't have that kind of thing at home." Pippi came to his senses and shook his head repeatedly. His family was an honest person. Although his father had a pistol for self-defense, an armory was out of the question, right?
"Tah, no?" Huang Mao sighed. He shook his head and looked at the young man with contempt: "You are still an American. There is no armory at home. It is really useless. Forget it, let's go out and get guns.
It’s just a little troublesome.”
"Wait a minute, why do you need a gun?" Pippi looked at Huang Mao who walked out of the room by himself, and quickly chased after him.
"Are you stupid? Didn't you say that the war is about to begin?" The servant's squinting eyes roamed the buttocks of the neighbor's hostess who just happened to come home, and whispered to his master.
"Isn't that a game? I mean, a competition." Pippi seemed to realize something. He picked up his phone and wanted to find more descriptions about the Holy Vat War.
"For us servants, it can indeed be regarded as a competition, but for you, people will die."
Huang Mao was not timid at all. He patted the young man on the shoulder and then walked towards the neighbor's wife:
"No need to look for it. There is no way to quit. If you don't want to die, just get weapons. It's not difficult to get some guns in the United States, right? I'll go get to know the neighbor's wife first, hehe."
At this time, Pippi was shaking his cell phone like chaff, and at the bottom of the player agreement, he saw a bunch of supplementary rules written in almost invisible micro fonts that were almost the same color as the background.
To put it simply, this is a global battle royale, and there is no way to exit. All those selected by the grimoire will start killing each other until the last one is left.
Enough soul and flesh and blood are the necessary conditions for the arrival of the holy vat. If you want to make a wish, you must use the wishes of countless people as sacrifices.
Thousands of kilometers away from Westwood City, Clark also returned to his home in Kansas. The red and blue armor on his body has been replaced by a black T-shirt and jeans that he wears at home. He looks like an ordinary American college student.
He was taking the key to open the door while talking to the invisible death knell next to him:
"This is my home. The house is a little old, but I don't care about these things."
Just like what he said, this house is a small second-story building with an old-fashioned brick-concrete structure that is common in small towns in the United States. It is considered a good condition for a single-family house, but it is a bit shabby for a Superman's residence.
There are no decent decorations on the doors and windows. There are cement steps and the main road just outside the door. There is no garden at the door, only a narrow green belt under the jurisdiction of the municipal government.
“Not bad, quite cozy.”
Su Ming gave this evaluation. He was currently working silently. After using the concept of darkness to create countless deformable clones, he completed the operation of distributing the grimoires. The next step was to discuss publicity matters with his adjutant.
Yes, Superboy-Prime's performance in the incident this time will also be filmed and used as material for the next documentary.
Also, for everyone who participated in the Holy Grail War, how they died or how they killed others must be recorded and broadcast live around the world.
I came to this world to provide some after-sales service to Superboy, and I didn’t intend to live in his home permanently. No matter how shabby this house was, it didn’t matter.
But no matter what, Clark was quite happy to hear Deathstroke say this.
As he opened the door and invited guests into his home, he said with a smile: "After all, this is my home, a warm home."
Home is where you have loved ones.
Once the Origin Earth was destroyed and his family members died, Superboy worked for Deathstroke in exchange for the World Forger to recast his homeland, so he cherishes it especially now.
But when he said this, his parents obviously didn't think so. At this time, Su Ming had already felt it through quantum. The two people in the house felt as if they were electrocuted when they heard the door ringing. The couple who were originally frightened
The two jumped on the sofa, hugged each other, and shivered.
"You, are you back?"
The mother showed a smile that was uglier than crying, and spoke to her son in a trembling tone, with a flattering and frightened look, as if she was not facing her son, but a demon, and he was at the level of a demon king.
.
The little Superman standing at the door had a smile on his face. He loved his family deeply, but after their family members discovered that he had superpowers, they were full of fear of him.
Even the previous documentaries filmed by Deathstroke clearly recorded the process of Superboy saving another world and his heroic and righteous actions, but they still could not make the family change their minds, and instead made them even more scared.
Now his parents talk to him as if they are walking on thin ice. He feels that it is better to scold him for running away and not coming home for so long.
"Well, I'm back, Mom."
Then the room fell into a hair-raising silence. His parents held hands with each other and looked at him with horrified eyes. Superboy lowered his head, not knowing how to carry out the next exchange.
He took a step toward the room, but his parents subconsciously shrank to the other end of the sofa away from the door, looking like they were about to scream.
The smell of food is still there in the kitchen, but the children who came home obviously have no appetite to taste it.
"well."
Superboy sighed and spread his hands in the air beside him. Deathstroke should have seen it. That's what happened. Now he doesn't know what to do.