The Sims: Heartbroken

Yang Li walked out of the police station, followed by a young attendant with blank eyes. When he closed the door, everything was corrected, as if nothing happened...

Even the surveillance video will be taken care of.

This is magic.

He sent the muggers back to where they met, and by this time the sky was already a little brighter.

"You got nothing tonight, waited all day in an empty street, over."

Yang Li put on the hat, reactivated the magic on the hat, watched his perpetrator look blankly at the sky, hurried, and quickly disappeared at the intersection.

It's not over yet.

Yang Li thought, he must first have an identity certificate, the kind with a social security number.

Who should I call for this kind of thing?

"Hi, Bruce."

Yang Li smiled.

"Need a little help."

"Why do you want identification all of a sudden?"

Mr. President tapped on the computer in the midst of his busy schedule, "...Or, should I be thankful that at least I still have some use value?"

"...Bruce, a bit mean..."

"Ok?"

"I was wrong!"

"..."

Bruce looked at Yang Li speechlessly, and got a very obedient smile.

"...In short, what are you going to do with your ID card?" Bruce tore off a piece of paper from the financial statement and wrote down a string of numbers, "I just hope you haven't done anything illegal."

... Said President Bruce, who wears black Kevlar every day to patrol the streets and act as a vigilante policeman.

"Emmmm... Illegal law and discipline? Doesn't it count... At most, it's fishing law enforcement?"

"...Yang Li, leave law enforcement to the police."

"Oh, honey, of course I know." Yang Li showed a gentle smile, "I will call the police."

"..."

Bruce stared into Yang Li's eyes.

"You look different."

After only a few days of not seeing each other, Yang Li showed a kind of sudden activity.

"Huh? ... Oh, probably because I met Loki."

"...?"

Bruce's eyes froze for a moment, "Have you ever seen—? He cast a spell on you?"

"No no, no, Bruce, relax, I'm fine."

Yang Li pressed Bruce on the stool, "At least believe that I can protect myself... okay?"

"...Actually, most of the time, I don't worry about you."

Bruce tilted his head and looked away, "Maybe I should be worried about the person you're targeting? I don't want to hear the news of someone being attacked by magic on the street..."

"I swear I took care of it properly." Yang Li raised three fingers, "Every time I blur my face and add the Ignore Curse, and even cover up the magic wave—"

To prevent the Ministry of Magic from really coming.

Bruce held Yang Li's wrist.

"Promise me, don't do anything stupid, the world isn't ready."

Yang Li paused, stretched out his hand, and straightened his new cufflinks, "Of course, you can look at me."

He brushed away the hair from Bruce's cheek, pressed a kiss on the forehead, looked straight into the calm blue eyes again, "You have my word."

However, there is just a little bit of failure.

Yang Li put his hands in his pockets, wearing his own little top hat, walking around on the same street; a man fell not far away, talking into the air.

"Our newnumber has been walking around this street for two hours, any information?"

"I'm afraid I don't, Mr. Reaser," said the person on the other side of the earphones. "I'm guessing that this identity was probably made yesterday... um... great purchase history, but I'm not in Gotham His face was seen in the middle school graduation photo...but the surveillance video of this street captured him at almost the same time yesterday, and our Mr. Peter..."

"I'm guessing his contacts were extra punctual, or maybe he just wanted to see the so-called superhero again?"

John Reaser knew who Spider-Man really was, long ago.

In fact, the social security numbers of these superheroes are regular visitors to the machines, and there are few secrets in the cameras that monitor the entire country.

They know the true identity of 80.00% of the vigilantes, but they choose not to do anything. After all, Reese is almost doing the job of the vigilante, so why bother to go along with him? It's just that his boss is a bit of a control freak, so he has to make some preparations to prevent the vigilante from getting out of control. .

Today's number is a young man dressed in retro clothes. The only hobby he has discovered so far is shopping. Shopping in a fixed street. From the former agent's point of view, it seems that he is waiting for someone, and he is not sure about the exact time and place. Wasting time on the street, like a rookie... It's not a big problem, the only problem is that as time goes by, the street gradually becomes empty, and the possibility of Riise following him getting exposed gradually increases.

It was getting dark.

As a last resort, Riise distanced himself slightly.

He also began to wonder why the new number had circled the street for four hours.

This time, the number stayed under the street lamp, and started tidying up his sleeves in front of the glass cabinet; there was no other person in the street at a glance, and this behavior seemed a bit strange.

coming soon.Riise had this intuition inexplicably.

A figure came out from the corner of the street, sneakily, as if holding something, and went to connect with the new number - Riise thought it was like this, until he saw the man pull out a knife from his arms.

"Money...money!"

"Fine, Fine, I have cash—"

"boom!"

Everything is between lightning and flint.

Yang Li stared blankly at his perpetrator clutching his knees and howling on the ground.

He turned his head and saw a handsome guy in a suit walking towards him with a gun at the corner of the street.

"Man in suit?"

"Come with me."

"Uh, I think it's still..."

Yang Li glanced at the robber on the ground, and started calling for an ambulance, "Suitman, I'm not in danger..."

Rise raised an eyebrow.

The unique sound of a police car sounded.

"I called the police, and if you can't explain why you fired the shot, why not..." Yang Li made a gesture to walk away, with the index finger and middle finger crossing back and forth, "Leave first? After recording

I will explain the confession, in fact, I have an ID card for this confession. "

"..."

The robber on the ground opened his eyes wide, "What the hell...? You designed me?!"

"No, let me explain, because I think you're still going to rob here, at least you should do something."...It's not good in case anyone is hurt.

"How many muggers in New York do you fucking have to hold on to me?!"

"Because I met you," Yang Li said slowly, "I only met you..."

Not that I hold grudges.

Yang Li thought, with so many robbers, he was the only one who picked me.