The devil roaming the American comics

The limbs gradually began to coordinate, and the pace became more steady and powerful, which showed that the soul had slowly adapted to the various parts of the body. It didn't take long for him to be able to freely control this healthy body.

This is a good beginning.

Al is sure of this, it’s the child’s fault.

Mindy lowered her gaze slightly and was offended by his unintentional words. Although her bulging little face was twisted stubbornly to one side, her body honestly supported him with difficulty, for fear that he would fall again.

Although Mindy didn't know why Big Dad suddenly became paralyzed and couldn't control his hands and feet. Could it be that he had a cerebral infarction or a cerebral hemorrhage and a stroke?

"You should go to the hospital." Mindy was worried.

Al didn't answer the question: "I will check your homework when you go back, and you are already very late now. You are not allowed to play with the butterfly knife when you go back. Go to bed, okay?"

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"That's the car I drove. It's time to test your driving skills. Go Pikachu."

"Pikachu"

Al blinked at Mindy: "Did I say that?"

Without waiting for her answer, he casually pressed her little head: "Go, I can't wait to see your homework."

"Dad, are you possessed by an evil spirit? I always feel like you are out of sorts."

"Ha, you're not in the right state yet, little brat, oh, if you don't drive, the evil father will eat you."

"giggle"

Mindy took two steps back, patted the pocket Beretta pico pistol hidden in her waistband, and made a face: "Superheroes are not afraid of evil. If it dares to appear in front of me, I will be shot to death." Lose its front teeth slightly”

After finishing her mischief, Mindy turned around and got into the car, and Al laughed meaningfully behind her.

Cemetery Park is also in New York City, not far from where they stayed. When the stolen car was two blocks away from the residence, Al asked Mindy to stop.

After more than half an hour of buffering, walking was no longer strenuous, so Mindy’s support was no longer needed. I walked along the alley in my memory, bypassing the cameras and street lights on the road, and returned home through the back door.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw a room full of guns and weapons hanging on the frost-white walls, and he even saw an RPG.

According to the impression in his memory, Al knew that this RPG had a rocket installed inside. He couldn't imagine what the daily life of this father and daughter was like.

"I want some hot cocoa, Dad, do you want some?"

Al waved his hand: "After you drink, you can sleep well."

"Oh."

Mindy responded obediently, turned around, and rolled her eyes, feeling that her father was really weird today.

Al ignored her and walked to his house. When passing by the living room, he paused slightly and looked at the slightly exaggerated photo wall to the side.

At the top of the center is a cartoon photo of a bald man, and from top to bottom, lines mark a mafia organization. The portraits are all photos of this style.

Then, he saw a comic book spread out on the table.

On the open page, there is a set of animations drawn in a comic strip, which tells the story of a squatting man holding his several-year-old daughter standing in the beautiful sunshine.

Lovely.

This was when I just got out of prison and picked up my daughter. I closed my eyes slightly, and the image of me holding Mindy's little body and crying with joy after being released from prison naturally appeared in my mind.

These memories are like his personal experiences. It seems that these 34 years of lurking are like another him living. This is why he can adapt to having an 11-year-old daughter so quickly.

Back in the bedroom, Al took off his dirty clothes, took out a set of pajamas from the closet with familiarity, and then walked into the bathroom.

In the half-height mirror, he looks somewhat similar to the younger version of Nicholas who is not yet bald, but his face is obviously more handsome and resolute.

Al smiled: "The skin is not bad."

Raising his eyebrows and making fun of his appearance, Al began to rinse his body. At the same time, he also opened the companion contract in the devil's soul.

Several lines of writing appeared on the slowly opened parchment:

The Newborn Devil: Assadral Nessed Wardle Hoth Kambondi Al Damon McCready

Juvenile body

Holding soul: 0 required for evolution

Contracted Soul Crystal: Required by 0 dependents

Evolution: 0

talent:

The devil instinctively listens and descends

Listening: The newborn devil can occasionally hear prayers. one month apart

Arrival: Upon receiving a response, the devil will descend with his evil pact. Incarnation true form

技能：伪装1级、军警格斗术3级、匕首格斗术3级、爆破1级、热武器掌握4级、绘画2级、编程1级。

Dependents: None

Can develop: little devil, naughty ghost, charming girl.

While washing his body, Damon studied his abilities.

The companion contract lists rows of detailed data, allowing him to understand his devil's abilities faster.

The following skills must be abilities mastered by the original body, and the so-called devil instinct

"Listen now"

The soul touched the accompanying contract, and a magic circle with twisted runes appeared in the contract. Then, an invisible wave spread from the magic circle.

After waiting for a while, Al was a little confused as to why there was no feedback. It was because I opened the skill in the wrong way. I touched the magic circle a few times again, but there was still no feedback at all. With a wave of my hand, the magic circle disappeared.

As for coming, there's no need to think about it. Didn't you see that it's written on the contract? You can only come after getting a response. I didn't even hear where to respond.

"I feel like the devil in me is really weak. I don't have any supernatural powers at all."

Wiping his hair, Al put on his pajamas and said, "Is it that all newborn devils are like this or that the devils in my hometown are weaklings?"

"Pfft" He was amused by his own thoughts.

After thinking about it, I was just born today, so I'd better stop thinking about these issues and wait until tomorrow to study how to contract a soul. I just don't know how many souls are needed for that percentage of evolution.

"Forget it, let's not think about it."

After wiping his hair, Damon walked out of the bedroom and came to Mindy's door.

He gently opened the door and walked in naturally to tuck the quilt for the sleeping little girl. Then he said "Good night, the devil's daughter" and returned to the comic book table.

Next to the comic is a combat memorandum, which is Mindy's homework.

He actually kept his word, even when he said he would check his homework, he didn't wait until the next day.

Al, who sat down, took a quick glance at it. It was an extremely detailed architectural map of the neighborhood. Mindy marked the target building with a small skull mark.

Then, there were three or four short retreat routes. Some routes that could be seen to be blocked by buildings also had several ladders, ropes and other stickers posted on them.

"That means climbing and landing."

Al nodded. Naturally, he couldn't take the main road to retreat, and he couldn't be caught by any cameras, so Mindy arranged such a retreat route.

Immediately afterwards, Al looked for his position again.

It was on the billboard opposite one of the windows of the target building. Al naturally found out from his memory that Damon had already conducted an on-site inspection.

The horizontal frame under this billboard is in shadow. Not only can the street cameras not capture him, but even the people walking below cannot see him. The black combat armor can blend into the shadow very well. .

"not bad."

Finally, Damon saw a little girl wearing a hooded blindfold and holding a long modified stick knife in the target window of the battle plan.

There is also a subtitle circle drawn on the head of the comic girl, and inside the circle is a very middle-aged sentence:

The super-heroic super-killer girl is here, you ladies, cry for your father and mother.