Battle of the Twin Cities: The Ninth Councilor

Chapter 42 This is your masterpiece!
"Weird, you are finally here."

When Baobo saw Marcus, he happily ran to the door of the cell, hugged the rabbit toy, and looked at him eagerly: "When can we go out?"

The lively and active nature and the lack of tools and materials for her to make 'little toys' here made her almost bored to death.

Even if you give her a few colored pens to draw some pictures, how about a pastime?

"I'm sorry to explode, but you will all stay here for a short time."

Marcus replied: "But I brought you something good, you will like it."

"What is it? Steel? Furnace? Screwdriver?" Bumblebee suddenly became excited, "No matter what it is, give me some toys, I'm going crazy!"

This child... the hobbies are really different. When most people are her age, they play with Barbie dolls and the like.

Look at other people's children's preferences for toys, when they were young: Girls like to play with dolls, boys like electric toys.

When I grow up, it's the opposite: boys like to play with dolls, and girls like electric toys.

but……

What's more, is it a bit outrageous for an eleven or twelve-year-old girl to play with a furnace with her mouth open and a screwdriver with her mouth closed?

but……

This is explosive, and it is her uniqueness that creates the future Jinx.

"These you want are all contraband. At most, I will secretly bring you some wrenches or something to relieve your boredom." Thinking of the future "Rampage Lolita", Marcos couldn't help but look at him when he spoke. He glanced at the place blocked by the rabbit toy.

It's a pity that in the days to come, they will never grow up again.

I don't know if it has something to do with the poor living conditions in Dicheng. It just so happens that they are all staying in prison now, and they will send some money to the warden later.

No matter how hard it is, you can't suffer children, and no matter how poor you are, you can't have poor education.

Now that the conditions are met, try to improve her.

In other words, education has to keep up. Places like Dicheng don’t even have schools, and the age to learn is almost taught by the elders in the family.

Those without elders can only live on the streets and do some petty work to support themselves.

"Really?" Baobo was pleasantly surprised: "I knew that the weirdo is a good person!"

nice guy?

Marcus can't laugh or cry, how many good guy cards have he been exploded in the past two days?

If he refreshes the buff of a good guy like this, how can he find a wife in the future?How can we talk about sweet love?

"Just as long as you're happy." Marcus reached in and rubbed Baobao's head, "Come on, let's see the surprise I brought you first."

As he said that, he turned back and took all the photos from Catherine, flipped through them a few times and made a rough classification, and handed some of them to Baobo.

"What is this?" Bao Bao took it curiously, the picture was full of ruins, and it looked a bit familiar.

"The factory in Sirko that was bombed last night, this is the status quo." Marcos pointed to one of them: "Look, this is the door of the compartment, and you can't even tell the shape."

"I did all these...?" Bao Bao stared at the photo in front of him, dazed.

How could he be so powerful that he blew up a factory all at once?
"Of course, these are all your masterpieces!" Marcus gave a thumbs up, admiring Bakugo.

"My masterpiece..." Popbo murmured and raised his head, his big blue eyes were watery: "No, this is our masterpiece!"

At this time, Wei, who was in the same cell, finally couldn't sit still, walked over and grabbed all the photos and stuffed them into Marcus' hands: "Bangbo is still a child, why are you showing her these?!"

child.

Hearing the word, Marcus and Boom reacted differently.

Baobao lowered his head, hugged the rabbit doll in his arms, holding back something.

Marcos pointed at Wei: "It is because of your mentality, the mentality that you have always put Baobo on the position of the weak to protect it, that has created Baobao's low self-esteem and cowardly character!"

"I'm a big sister!"

Wei argues: "As her older sister, I want to protect her forever, is it wrong?"

"Of course there is a mistake! And it's a big mistake!"

Marcus sneered endlessly: "Your self-righteous reasoning, self-righteous gentleness, are you really what Bobo wants? Have you considered Bobo's feelings? Have you asked her what she thinks? You know she likes it. What, don't like something? Do you know what she wants?"

"I..." Wei was stupefied by Marcus's series of questions, she was speechless, and finally choked out a sentence: "I am a hot sister, how could I not know what she likes? I sent She sleeps with her bunny toy in her arms!"

"Then you are wrong again!" Marcos pointed to the rabbit toy in Baobao's arms: "This toy, the reason why Baobao never leaves his hand under any circumstances is not because she likes it, but because of this toy...it You sent it!"

Since you sent it, I like whatever you send it.

Because this represents your recognition of me!
"What Baobao wants is never what you give her materially, what she wants is your approval for her! I don't want you to treat her like a child forever and protect her tightly behind you!" Marcos said loudly Roared: "What she wants is to fight side by side with you!"

"But she's still a child..."

"Enough, Wei! Stop talking!" Bao Bao raised his head and looked at Wei firmly: "I am not a child anymore, I want to protect you and everyone! I don't want to be a drag bottle, I don't want to be you The burden!
The weirdo is right, if I continue to live under your wings, one day I will become a scourge by your side! "

"Bangbo..." Wei was stunned. In her memory, this was the first time that Baobo lost control of his emotions in front of her.

"I don't like the furnace, I don't like the smell of motor oil, I don't like the feeling of my palms being pulled together when I turn a screw, I don't like running to the playroom to practice shooting games in the middle of the night, I don't like being alone Punching like you!" Baobo looked down at her palm, but when she was young, she had already grown a few thick calluses and a few conspicuous scars.

"But... I can't help it, I have to."

Clear tears slipped from his eyes.Baobao cried softly: "I just... want to help."

"Boom."

Wei leaned down and held her sister in her arms: "I'm sorry..."

At this moment, she can only say these three words, because there are no more words that can clearly express the pain in her heart.

"Did you hear that? Milo." Craig stood at the door of his cell, looking at Wei and Bobo but said to Milo beside him: "Bobo is much stronger than you, she has been trying to become Be better, instead of nagging, complaining, and shirking responsibility like others."

Melo: "..."

Seeing that he didn't speak, Clegg added another knife: "You know who that 'other' is, right?"

Milo turned from embarrassment instantly, turned his head away with a snort, and said stiffly, "What's the matter? I can work harder than her!"

"Hey, then I'll have to take a closer look. In which direction are you going to work hard?" Clegg rested his hand on his chin as if thinking: "'Tough mouth' or 'Shock the pot'?"

"Craig!" Mellow was furious, slapped the cell door, and immediately had a plan: "Look, one day, I will become the most powerful lockpicking master in the entire continent!"

(End of this chapter)