The boss pulled out the pistol from his waist, aimed at Caesar, and shouted in fear: "Don't come over here! If you come over again, I will shoot!"
Caesar grumbled, ignored the warning, and walked forward on his little feet.
Five meters, four meters, three meters...
The boss' forehead was covered with cold sweat. He held the pistol with both hands and pulled the trigger three times in a row out of fear.
'Bang! Bang! Bang!'
The moment the gunshot sounded, no, it should be said that from the moment the finger pulled the trigger and the bullet was stored in the gun chamber ready to fire.
Caesar narrowed his eyes slightly, and the pattern on his pupils expanded. After activating his extraordinary facial features and willpower, the world he saw was different from that of ordinary people.
The flow of time is slowing down significantly.
The three copper bullets and their trajectories were clearly reflected in Caesar's eyes. The three-meter distance was only a moment for the bullets, but in his perception it seemed a little slow, giving him plenty of time to react.
Not to mention dodging, even taking it would be no big deal.
Caesar did what he wanted to do without dodging. He reached out to grab the three flying bullets. There was a slight obstruction when his fingers touched the bullet head, and a slight pain from the impact energy, but the power of the bullet was ended before it could hurt his skin.
Well, it's just a pistol.
Caesar lowered his head and looked at the three bullets lying in the palm of his hand, achieving his first achievement - catching bullets with his bare hands.
Even though this process takes a long time, in fact, it only takes less than half a second from a human perspective.
"I must be drunk! Or I'm dreaming!" The boss opened his mouth in shock, gasped, and looked at Caesar completely speechless.
Caesar threw the bullet away, and it fell to the ground with a clang. He said to the boss in a serious tone: "Yes, you are drunk. This is just a dream. As long as you fall or die, you can leave this dream!"
"Really? It was just a dream!" The boss was quite shocked, and with the alcohol playing a role, he laughed wildly. Without thinking too much, he put the gun to his forehead, "I want to leave this damn dream!"
'boom!'
He pulled the trigger, the gun went off, the boss's head exploded, and he fell straight down.
Caesar was stunned when he saw this. After a while, he shook his head and sighed, "Poor guy, you haven't seen Inception yet. You should find a spinning top to spin first, otherwise you won't even know how to die like you are now."
Chapter 356: The Mystery of Stark Industries
In the early morning, the breeze blew up the curtains, and golden sunlight poured in from the windows, making the floor and walls sparkle, and the furniture and decorations in the room gradually became brighter.
Eddie woke up from his dream after being hit in the face. He stood up and pulled back the quilt to see Caesar lying upside down next to him, with one foot on his belly and the other foot was the culprit who had just attacked his face.
Eddie, who was in his pajamas, got up reluctantly and looked at Caesar lying on the bed. What happened late last night came to his mind clearly.
It should be said that it is really unforgettable.
Last night, with the help of the symbiotic toxin, Eddie quickly knocked down the third criminal in the restaurant. Concerned about Caesar's safety and the violation of female citizens, he rushed out of the door in a hurry.
The result was obvious. When Eddie rushed to the alley, the cold bodies of two criminals were already lying there. Caesar took off his boss's coat and covered Anne, whose clothes were torn, on the ground like a gentleman.
That was also the first time Eddie knew that Young Master Caesar was not as fragile as he looked. On the contrary, the power contained in his young body was simply immeasurable!
Eddie wanted to show off in front of Anne, but he heard the sharp sirens of police cars on the street. In order to avoid trouble, he had to pick up Caesar and leave the scene in a hurry.
Eddie changed his clothes, washed up, and ate some fresh fish for breakfast. After the toxins in his body were satisfied, he yawned and returned to his room.
"Young Master, what are you doing?"
As soon as he entered the room, Eddie saw Caesar sitting on the edge of the bed. The sunlight shining through the window refracted in the air and finally gathered on Caesar, which was a bit dazzling.
"Have you never seen anyone eating breakfast?" Caesar shrugged and gave him a displeased look. The light gathered on his body quickly dissipated, and the room soon returned to normal.
The corner of Eddie's mouth twitched slightly. "It's not strange to eat breakfast, but this is the first time I see someone using solar energy as breakfast."
Less than a day after meeting Young Master Caesar, some of his concepts were constantly being refreshed to new heights.
"Then let's get ready to go out for breakfast."
Caesar stood up and stretched lazily.
"Didn't you just eat?" Eddie asked in surprise.
"That was just to replenish energy. I haven't tasted the actual breakfast yet."
Caesar said this as a matter of course. This sentence is probably only applicable to his strange body that has its own energy conversion function.
The nutritional energy supplemented by food can never compare to solar energy, but when absorbing natural pure energy, Caesar did not feel like he was eating at all, which was a waste of such excellent extraordinary taste buds.
"Can you not go out?" Eddie said with a bitter face. After what happened last night, he completely understood that the young master in front of him must not be treated as a one-year-old, otherwise he would be played to death by him.
Whether in terms of thinking, strength, ability, concepts, or motivation, they are far superior to adult humans, and killing is a natural ability for them.
If he didn't know Caesar's origin, even if someone said he was the incarnation of the devil, or an alien visitor, or a descendant of gods, Eddie would choose to believe it without a doubt.
Those so-called genius prodigies are nothing compared to Caesar!
Eddie would feel extremely uneasy when he was wandering around with such a special being.
"I'm going out for breakfast, that's an order."
Caesar said this out of the blue, and Eddie was stunned for a moment, realizing that he seemed to have no capital to refuse.
I almost forgot that he was a temporary worker who sold himself, and no matter how I looked at it, he could not resist the orders of the heir to the Unnatural Firm.
It turned out that helping the boss to look after the young master was fake, and the real reason was that he was ordered by the young master himself.
Eddie woke up as if from a dream, but it was too late. He could only agree and take Caesar out with his shoulders as a seat.
The two first had a formal breakfast on a nearby street, bought a New York newspaper at a newsagent, and sat on an open-air chair outside a restaurant to rest.
From the newspaper, Caesar unexpectedly obtained some information that currently interested him.
First of all, the media is really keen on current events in the city. What happened in District 9 last night was published in a corner of the newspaper early today.
Based on descriptions from restaurant waiters and diners, as well as the victim, Anne Weying, the press release detailed a restaurant riot involving three drunken thugs, in which a young man was unfortunately shot and Anne was assaulted, one criminal was immediately punished by the rumored black magic, and the other two criminals were killed on the spot by a blond child.
The black devil is fine, but what new character is the blond kid
This has sparked heated debate among New Yorkers, who have also expressed strong doubts about the press release, with many suspecting that the person involved may have said something wrong because he was frightened.
"Young Master, if you attack a few more times, it will be difficult to hide your identity."
Eddie sighed and got a small round hat from somewhere to cover Caesar's sparse but shiny golden hair.
"It doesn't matter." Caesar snorted, sat on Eddie's shoulder, and continued to read the newspaper that Eddie was reading.