Recreating Cybertron in the Marvel Universe

After the three gangsters left, Ronan also asked Arcee, who was ambushing aside, to retreat quietly.If he dares to "act chivalrously and righteously" in the United States, a country where he can legally hold guns, his reliance will naturally not be just a small pistol.

Stepping forward to help Owen who was lying on the ground, Ronan asked, "Are you okay?"

"No...it's okay, thank you!" Owen replied cringingly.

Seeing his eyes looking at the silver pistol in his hand from time to time, Ronan laughed and explained: "Don't be afraid, this gun is just a toy!"

After saying that, Ronan looked at the ground and pulled the trigger, as if he was afraid that he wouldn't believe it.What came out of the muzzle was indeed not a hot bullet, but a familiar melody:

“Irememberedblackskies,thelightningallaroundme…Irememberedeachflashastimebegantoblur…”

"NewDivide" was released by Linkin Park last May, and Smart Guy seems to be particularly fond of this song...

He casually threw the silver pistol that he hadn't played with music into his backpack, and saw the silver pistol automatically rotating and twisting in the backpack, transforming into a large-screen smartphone, lying quietly in the corner.

——Yes, Smart Ghost is a rare 'three-transformation robot'. This can be regarded as a unique skill mastered by Ronan's first creation!

And the silver pistol it transforms into is of course not just for playing music...

"Do you need me to call the police for you?" Ronan asked.

"No... no, thank you!" Owen's head was lowered, as small as a timid rabbit.

Now he is no longer the prince on the stage. He no longer has the noble status, the support of the soldiers, and the admiration of everyone. He is like a necklace that has lost all its beautiful jewelry, leaving only All that remains is his essence, - iron?Or copper?

He is also so cowardly and inferior, but compared with the prince in gorgeous armor on the stage, this boy in ordinary clothes under the stage is the real him.

Just like the bell at midnight, no matter how reluctant she is, Cinderella must leave the prince she loves, and when the rehearsal ends, Owen becomes the timid boy that no one cares about again.

"I...I'm going home!" He struggled to stand up, bowed to Ronan, and then tried to walk forward.

But just after taking a few steps, he groaned. It seemed that the action just now involved his injuries, and he staggered and almost fell down.

You can't go home like this!

——It seems that the prince needs to call a taxi.

It's a pity that he is not a 'princess', otherwise, a very handsome 'knight' would be happy to give her a ride and take her home on a motorcycle...

"Have you brought any money? Do you want me to call a taxi for you?" Ronan asked pretending to be kind.

"The money...the money was taken away..."

——Ya-ya!I forgot there was such a thing!

Looking at the boy in front of him who was still struggling to move forward despite his injuries, Ronan sighed helplessly.

"Forget it, get in the car!"

……

There seemed to be a few disheveled men and women lying there in the dirty streets, old houses, and alleys on the streets, with empty syringes and glass bottles beside them...

No matter how prosperous the city is, there will still be poor people, and as long as there are poor people, there will be 'slums'.

There is no doubt that Owen's family lives in the slums, and perhaps this is one of the reasons why he has such low self-esteem.

After putting down Owen, who said he was about to get off the car, at the street corner, Ronan asked, "Can you walk back by yourself?"

"No problem, our house is right in front." He pointed to an ordinary residential house next to the street. Like most houses in the United States, that house also had a common wooden structure, ordinary and featureless. , the only difference is that there is a patch of ivy crawling on the wall, and there is a well-kept small yard at the door. The latter is not common in slums.

"Thank you so much for today, classmate Walker!" Owen said gratefully.

"Um...actually, my name is not Walker, my name is Ronan."

"But you just now..."

"I lied to them." Ronan smiled sheepishly. Although it was just a small joke, it was nothing compared to the trouble Walker Wallen brought him, but he still felt It got a little embarrassing.

"Don't tell anyone!"

——If those three little gangsters really want to take revenge, let Walker Wallen have the headache!

"No problem!" Owen nodded heavily and said, "I will definitely not tell anyone!"

Ronan smiled again and didn't care.

But he doesn't know how important a small promise can be to another person.

……

Mitchell Kinsey is a gang member. Unlike famous gangster criminal organizations such as the Mafia, most of the so-called gangs only collect protection fees, rob or extort small amounts of money on the street. This is not They have not committed any crime, but they cannot compare with organized gangs in terms of scale and degree of destruction.

As one of the gang's minor leaders, Mitchell was very unhappy today.

Being held at gunpoint by an Asian student on your own territory is an extremely embarrassing thing no matter how you say it. If you tell me, you will definitely be laughed at by other 'colleagues'.

Unexpectedly, "Looking for Fun" turned out to be a ruthless character. Mitchell curled his lips in dissatisfaction. If it weren't for the fact that there were too many police officers near the school and he had just been paroled recently and didn't want to be in the police again, he would definitely I'll give him a good show of his abilities.

He drank down the beer in his hand and threw the glass on the bar in front of the bartender. Just when he decided to forget about this unpleasant experience, he planned to take his two men to find some girls in the gang to have fun. While he was having fun, three young men dressed in fancy clothes, with tattoos on their arms and thick silver chains around their necks, who looked more like gangsters than themselves, walked past him.

"Hey Percy, who are they?"

He stopped the man who came in with the three teenagers and asked.

"My cousin and his buddies, they want to join our gang."

"How old are they?" Mitchell asked again.

"They are not very old. They are students from the nearby high school." The man named Percy answered.

——A student from a nearby high school?

Mitchell's eyes suddenly lit up, and like a ghost, he said to Percy: "They left it to me, you go."

"But I want to take them to see the boss, you can't..."

"It's okay, I will tell the boss!"

……