American Comics: The Invincible Wheel of Fortune

"Uh, please don't do that..."

I don't know what kind of imagination Gwen had. She suddenly asked her about who has the higher combat power between her and the silverback gorilla. Aaron, who had been complaining for a long time, really didn't know how to express it all in concise language. This was all he could say.

Aaron actually also knew that this was because Gwen had gradually become familiar with and adapted to the enhanced physical attributes with his help in the past few days. He had the illusion that he was already very powerful and his combat power was off the charts.

But in fact, the real combat power is just that. It is no problem to meet two or three street gangsters. They can be crushed by their attributes. But if a fighting master comes, Gwen will be blinded.

Enemy experience, this is indeed a problem, if you really want to imagine who Gwen might fight with.

But Aaron's original intention was mainly to strengthen Gwen's physical fitness, and then to have more self-protection in the possible incident with Dr. Lizard, so that he could at least run faster, etc., but he never thought about letting Gwen Wen became a real master.

Aaron just wants Gwen to live a healthier and happier life, to be sheltered from the wind and rain, and to face risky things, he will naturally be at the forefront.

Therefore, we cannot encourage Gwen's idea of ​​​​trying to give it a try after increasing her strength.

Aaron lowered his head and kissed Gwen's forehead, and said warmly: "Gwen, in the future, unless necessary, never have the idea of ​​​​doing anything with others. I teach you Ripple Qigong just to give you a healthier body. But no matter how good your body is, it can't compare to pistol bullets."

This is really not alarmist.

Once people have force and a way of thinking about problems, they can't help but move closer to this aspect and want to solve problems with simple and violent methods.

It's easy for young people to get carried away with their passions and add more words. If they can't control themselves, it's easy for things to happen.

To practice martial arts, you must first refine your mind, and to practice cultivation, you must first cultivate your virtue.

This is not only considered from a moral perspective, but also a method of self-protection summed up by countless warriors through experience and lessons.

"I got it." Gwen pushed her head against Aaron's chest and said nonchalantly: "Who wants to fight with others? It's not ladylike at all."

Gwen just couldn't control herself with Aron just now. She was in the sage time right now, and she was just bored and imagining. But when Aron said it seriously, she also said that she understood.

Aaron hugged Gwen and handed over another grape. He didn't say anything, but he was thinking in his heart that this was really the best.

How could Aaron still not understand this little girl's temperament?

He has always had a sense of justice and responsibility. Although he can be considered a rational person who is willing to use his brain to solve problems, but now that he has a relatively strong power, his mind will become hot if he cannot protect everything...

Sure enough, as I thought, I will have to keep a closer eye on it from now on.

Aaron was thinking about something when the display screen of one of the two couple's cell phones on the coffee table suddenly lit up, then vibrated non-stop, made a buzzing sound, and moved slowly on the coffee table.

"mine."

Aaron let go of his embrace and reached for his phone. He saw that it was an unknown number. He pressed the answer button and put it to his ear. A strange female voice came out: "James? I'm Raven."

Aaron's heart moved slightly, but on the surface he said calmly: "Sorry, madam, you made the wrong call. I am not the person you are looking for."

"Oh, sorry, sorry." The female voice sounded embarrassed, and she hung up the phone.

"Who?"

Aaron went to get his cell phone, and when he sat back, Gwen lazily laid her pillow on Aaron's thigh. Now that Gwen's hearing was greatly increased, she heard a young female voice and subconsciously asked.

"I don't know, I dialed the wrong number." Aaron returned his attention to the TV show and said nonchalantly.

"Um."

Gwen just asked casually, hummed, adjusted to a more comfortable position, and continued to watch TV lazily.

Gwen fell asleep while watching TV. She was carried to the bedroom by Aaron and fell asleep in Aaron's arms.

Gwen didn't see it. After Aaron put her on the bed, he first combined the index and middle fingers of his hands and made a cross seal, as if he had transformed into a living person. Then an identical Aaron appeared out of thin air, but it seemed to be instantaneous. It flashed to the door of the bedroom, flashed again, and disappeared in an instant.

Then Aaron lay down on the bed and hugged her gently.

Manhattan, Hell's Kitchen, a high-end apartment.

The high-end apartments in Hell's Kitchen are basically only those with personal names from major gangs, or people with status and status who have deep connections with major gangs. They are eligible to move in. It is not only a matter of financial conditions, but also a matter of courage. .

I have never heard of any decent, law-abiding rich man who wants to dedicate all his property, and even his life, for free to the vibrant social organizations in Hell's Kitchen.

For the time being, there is no one with such a high level of consciousness, or one who can’t think clearly.

Just like the penthouse mansion in this apartment building.

James Wesley is nominally a brand agent of Hell's Kitchen, supplying wine to many restaurants in Hell's Kitchen, but in reality, anyone with a discerning eye can understand what is going on.

Is he the spokesperson for the big guy whose name I cannot mention?

It's just that this "big shot" who is usually almost no one dares to mess with in Hell's Kitchen, is not in a good state right now.

James Wesley was actually in his own home, his hands and feet were tied to a chair, and a cloth was stuffed in his mouth.

This one is not completely defenseless.

After Wilson Fisk failed to unite with several Hell's Kitchen bosses and Mrs. Gao from the Hand, he chose to cut off his wrists and lay low.

When Mrs. Gao of the Hand was missing and could not be contacted, she seemed to have disappeared out of thin air. After the leader of Yakuza, Nobu, also left Hell's Kitchen, Wilson Fisk even changed James Wesley's security level again. Ascension, he himself seemed to disappear out of thin air, as if he had never existed in Hell's Kitchen.

Even James Wesley, barring the most urgent circumstances, could not contact Wilson Fisk himself.

James Wesley's safety, not to mention impregnable, is protected by personnel both openly and covertly. The Hell's Kitchen gang is still like Wilson Fisk when he stirred up trouble here, not daring to despise his spokesperson. Every cent.

After all, Wilson Fisk's strength was not damaged too much. Compared to the other Hell's Kitchen gangs that were swept away by the Punisher and Aaron, they were actually stronger.

But even so, James Wesley still ended up like this, and the reason is very simple. It was not the forces of Hell's Kitchen that were causing trouble for him.

When James Wesley saw someone who looked more like him than his twin brother, as if he had been cloned, controlling him, he understood and was confused.

I understand why he ended up in this situation.

I'm confused as to what the hell is going on.

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