The Days of Being King Elden in American Comics

George no longer knew how many nights he had not slept well.

Since last year, there have been more and more masked vigilantes in New York.

There are weirdos who go to the casino in the middle of the night with a short stick to beat twenty to one, and there are also weirdos who can't be beaten to death with a pair of knives.

As his position rose, his work involved more and more things, and George came into contact with a lot of "supernatural" things.

When I thought about last night, I actually called "leader" to a "red unicorn-armed demon", I felt troubled.

"How did those guys get out of the cleaning car..." George sat on the sofa, scratching his hair.

The door to Gwen's room opened, and Gwen, wearing a floral green skirt and bunny slippers, walked out sleepily.

"Dad, aren't you asleep yet?"

George put away his tired look, stood up gently with a smile, and walked slowly to Gwen's side.

"Go and have a rest, my good daughter, you are about to take the graduation exam. I don't want you to have any problems with your sleep."

Gwen pursed her lips, "But dad, you have been coming in and out at night lately, and I can't sleep well..."

It's not that Gwen is being pretentious.

After being mutated and strengthened, her five senses are far beyond those of ordinary people.

Even if a hair fell to the ground, she could still hear it clearly, not to mention the old wall clock hanging in the living room, which would jingle every twelve o'clock.

Gwen couldn't sleep at all.

George looked at his good daughter who looked tired, put his big hand on her head gently and rubbed her hair.

"Go and stay at Uncle Tosa's house tomorrow. It's very quiet there and there's a big river behind you."

Gwen shook her head and said coquettishly: "No... Not far from my uncle's house is the subway entrance. It's very noisy..."

"Then go to school? You don't like sleeping in the same room as others... It doesn't seem possible either."

Gwen's eyes rolled quickly: "I'll go stay at Klein's house."

"what?"

George didn't react.

"What's wrong!" Gwen pouted and looked at her father angrily.

"He...is a boy! You are still young and don't understand anything. It's not good to live together..."

"Klein lives in Manhattan Gardens. He lives alone on the top floor of the building. He often doesn't go home. It's very quiet there, and it's not for nothing if he doesn't live there.

It's just because Klein and I are still young, so we are naive, don't understand anything, and won't mess around. "

Hearing his daughter's special emphasis, George felt something was wrong.

"correct!"

George suddenly thought of something.

"Did Klein build a company at the port? We went there before to deal with a smuggling and murder case. There was a girl with him. The girl had green hair. She didn't look like a good kid at first glance..."

"Girl!!" Gwen frowned, "What does she look like specifically?"

At this moment, Gwen's tired look was gone, and her whole body was tense, as if she was about to get angry at any time.

When George saw that his usually gentle daughter was so excited at the moment, he quickly said: "Relax, my sweetheart."

"Dad, tell me quickly!"

"Okay, okay!" George wiped the sweat from his forehead: "She has green hair and is about the same height as you, but a little thinner. She looks naughty, but she is a bit cool..."

"Skinner than me? Cool..."

"No, no, no, like a little girl!"

Gwen suppressed her inner anger and continued: "What else?"

"Their company built a small building nearby, which seemed to be a dormitory or something. The girl lived there. That day we went to handle the case, and Klein seemed to live there too..."

George felt as if he had said a little too much.

There was no need for me to go into so many details.

Gwen clenched her fists and her body began to tremble.

"Are you okay...?"

Gwen broke out of George's arms, lowered her head and walked into the bedroom with a pulled face.

George knocked on the door, but his daughter did not answer. In desperation, George sighed, then turned and left.

.........

The windows were slightly open, and the cool breeze was swirling outside the house, blowing on Gwen bit by bit through the gaps.

She was lying sideways on the bed without a quilt covering her. She felt irritable and irritable.

With just the right amount of muscle lines, she turned over slightly, the muscles from her buttocks to her calves bulged, and the silk pajamas she held up were slightly bulged.

The delicate ankles kept turning due to uneasiness, and the green-white toes kept curling up and then straightening.

She tossed and turned, her clothes wrinkled and her neck felt uncomfortable.

"Lorna, Klein, are you living together so soon?"

Gwen recalls a strange dream she had on Elm Street.

In the dream, Klein knelt down to propose. The two of them were bathing in the moonlight together, and they were candid in the wilderness in the dark and quiet night.

The soft green grass, and Klein's body that was constantly radiating heat.

Either shallow or deep, both soul and body were given to themselves.

But all this is just his illusion after all. Klein is a rich young man, and although he treats his classmates well, it is like a mechanical politeness.

Does this kind of goodness that is superficial and limited to money give you an illusion?

Let yourself think that Klein likes you?

Even if Klein doesn't like him, maybe there is something more than friends between the two of them...

Gwen clamped the quilt tightly between her legs, and her legs kept rubbing because of uneasiness.

"Klein..."

Gwen softly called out Klein's name in a coquettish whisper.

Gwen, who was blushing, gradually ignored the noise around her. She felt her body getting heavier and sinking uncontrollably.

But at this moment, a black shadow appeared beside the bed, looking blurry and unreal.

You can vaguely see the man wearing a brimmed hat and a steel claw on his hand.

Not far from the window, on the street lamp across the street, a group of black human figures made of mosquitoes and flies gradually gathered together.

"It seems like this little guy's girlfriend is a little jealous..." the black humanoid said.

Then a black shadow appeared under the street lamp, and an ancient whisper came out: "Get out..."

"This is not Elm Street. How dare you, a low-level devil, talk to me like this..."

............

At the same time, in the laboratory on the ground floor of the Osborne Group.

The four selected top soldiers took off their clothes and stood in their respective cabins.

After putting on the breathing apparatus, a large amount of fluid is injected.

"Cuckoo..."

After the liquid injection is completed, the spray of compound No. [-] pours into the respirator, and the strengthened liquid gas is continuously inhaled with breathing.

"Push in the 2% mixed solution!" Norman commanded.

His two subordinate researchers began to operate hurriedly.

Deadpool kept looking in the mirror, and Klein asked, "Do you want to strengthen it again?"

"I have this idea. If I strengthen this medicine again, my face will be completely restored!" Deadpool was a little excited.

"There is a high probability that you will explode and die immediately after strengthening it! In the future, when the technology of this liquid medicine becomes more mature, I will let you inject it as soon as possible."

"thank you boss!"