1565 Build a hero
“…”
No. 9 was stunned when asked again.
Yes, if you destroy this place, what good will it do to you? It's just a waste of effort.
"I don't know...what to do."
No. 9 felt that this blond girl was just here to torture him, leaving him no room to answer every question.
"In that case, why not be a hero!"
The blonde girl took No. 9's wrist, "How about becoming a real hero, protecting this place, and protecting justice?"
"What's the benefit of this?"
Number Nine asked directly.
"You can get a lot."
Windsor thought for a moment and then said, "You should be very happy to be worshiped by everyone and protect the city, right? Just like me, when I think of exposing the sins of the Leicester family and letting the people know their true ugly face, I I can’t help but be excited.”
"You are really easily moved."
No. 9 sighed, "In that case, you might as well give it a try."
"Did you promise me?"
Windsor was extremely excited, "Hero, where do you live?"
"My name is not Hero, my name is Number Nine."
Number Nine said coldly, "Besides, I don't have a fixed residence."
"Hey, a homeless person?"
"You can live wherever you want."
No. 9 snorted coldly, "If anyone dares to disobey, I will kill him."
"No, no, this is not what a hero should do!"
Windsor felt that Number Nine was a new hero and that he still had a lot to teach him, so he took it upon himself to say, "Well, from today on, you live in my house and I will teach you how to become a real hero!"
"I promise you can."
Number Nine crossed his arms, "But if I get tired of it, I will kill you and leave."
"Hehe, being a hero is a lot of fun, how can you get tired of it!"
Windsor laughed happily. How could such a dream-like thing make her unhappy
"Great God, you must have sent him to me!"
Windsor clasped his hands together, his face full of piety.
"Do you believe in gods so much?"
No. 9 finally couldn't help but ask.
"Yes, after all, gods created us."
"According to your culture and the theory of evolution, shouldn't humans evolve from apes?"
"Humph, evolution is pseudoscience!"
Windsor snorted, "In short, you are the best gift God has given me! It's a pity that today is not Christmas, so let's just treat it as early as possible! Let's go home!"
Windsor said, walked to the side of the road and opened a car door. Looking at the unknown gray truck parked in front of him, No. 9 felt that his head was a little big.
"Do I have to take a car..."
"If you were asked to fly around in the air, that would be too high-profile!"
Wensha grabbed No. 9's hand, grabbed him and walked to the car.
"As a hero, the first lesson I have to teach you is to keep a low profile!"
"All right."
I don’t know why, but No. 9 just likes Windsor. He was led by Windsor and sat in the truck obediently. Since No. 9 was born, she has never been in a car, and today was the first time.
"Hero, is this your first time in Tel City?"
"I told you, I'm not a hero."
No. 9 emphasized, "My name is No. 9."
"Okay, Number Nine!"
Windsor quickly changed her words, "Is this your first time in Tel City?"
"yes."
No. 9 nodded. He walked casually and came here.
"Then where were you born?"
"In a laboratory in Los Angeles."
Thinking of the past days, No. 9 was expressionless.
"Lab? You're so funny."
Windsor laughed, she thought this hero was really mysterious!
She talked a lot more trivially to No. 9 in the car, but No. 9 seemed a little annoyed. He crossed his arms, leaned back on the chair, closed his eyes, and turned a deaf ear to her words.
Windsor thought that the hero might be a little tired, so it was better not to disturb his rest. So Windsor finally calmed down for a while. She concentrated on driving, occasionally glancing at No. 9 secretly, and felt content again.
More than half an hour later, Windsor finally drove to his home.
In No. 9's impression, the house in Windsor should be a two-story villa or something. In many cities in the United States, there are quite a few such houses. After all, the U.S. empire has a large land area, but its population is much smaller than that of the huge country of China.
But Windsor led No. 9 to an apartment building, took him to sit on the tenth floor, opened the door and walked in.
This was probably a rental house. The house was a bit messy, with rubbish thrown randomly on the ground, including Windsor's underwear, everywhere.
The room was not too big, only about forty or fifty square meters, but it seemed very crowded because there was too much garbage.
"No, I'm sorry..."
Windsor blushed, "I usually live alone, so I don't clean much. I'll call housekeeping to come and ask them to clean it up."
"snort!"
No. 9 waved his hand, and a strong wind blew up in the room, blowing all the garbage in front of him to both sides. A large area of the house was cleared, and it seemed that it was much cleaner at once.
"Ah, so convenient!"
Windsor couldn't help but clapped her hands, "It would be great if I could do it too."
"It's a pity that I can't teach you."
No. 9 shook his head, "My power is innate and I can't teach it to you."
"It doesn't matter, as long as you have the power! You can sit wherever you like and treat it like your own home."
Windsor said as she stuffed her leopard print bra under the pillow on the sofa.
"Is this... a place where people live..."
No. 9 frowned.
"Oh, this is home! Come on, rest first, and then we'll talk about your first step to becoming a hero!"
"Being a hero is so complicated? How many steps does it take?"
"Of course, dreams come step by step after all!"
Windsor took out a pen and paper, "Especially the first step, it is very important and cannot be careless!"
"What's the first step?"
"clothing!"
Windsor's serious look left No. 9 speechless.
"You have to choose an outfit when you go out to fight?"
No. 9 pointed at the coat he was wearing, "I just grabbed this from someone a few days ago, and it fits me quite well."
"You are a hero, not a robber! You can't rob others, let alone wear stolen goods like this!"
Windsor tapped her forehead lightly, "Hey, let me teach you step by step! As a hero, you must have tights that represent your identity! For example, Superman, blue pants, red cape! And a big S on the chest! That’s the sign!”
“It feels like sb…”
Watching Windsor open a photo of Superman, Nine immediately rejected it.
"What kind of pervert can wear underwear outside?"
"This was a design made a long time ago! Don't worry, I have a better design!"