1566 Heroic Moment
Windsor felt as if she had just returned to the time when she graduated from high school. This feeling of expectation for the future made her blood boil.
Really, really happy!
Windsor took out his computer and wrote and drew on it. And No. 9 was sitting next to her, watching her manipulate the drawing board and design her own clothes, which felt a little weird.
He crossed his arms and watched Windsor draw one piece of clothing after another, some were weird, some were awkward, but they all looked a bit unpleasant anyway.
Do these really work
No. 9 also didn't understand why he somehow cooperated with the blonde girl. But he lives a boring life, so he just thinks of it as having some fun for himself.
Maybe it would be interesting to be a hero.
"alright!"
Windsor finally finished his work, "It's perfect, come and take a look!"
No. 9 leaned over and saw a black and red combat uniform with a red cape and a big "9?" on the chest.
"How about it?"
Windsor looked at No. 9 excitedly, seemingly showing off his work.
"The rest... okay, but why the cloak?"
No. 9 asked, "This kind of thing will only get in the way when you wear it."
"This is the symbol of a hero!"
Windsor said without hesitation, "A great hero must have a red cloak! This is glory and power!"
"Nonsense."
No. 9 curled his lips, not believing Windsor's statement at all.
A symbol of heroism? For strength, the only symbol is invincible power! Windsor will never understand how terrifying her power is! What kind of hero he became was just a whim. Humph, that’s right, just on a whim!
No. 9 stayed in Windsor for a day. Early the next morning, Windsor went out and came back excitedly.
"As long as you give them money, these people will be very efficient. Look, this is your uniform!"
Windsor opened the suit he designed and showed it to Nine.
"I don't like it. It feels like grandstanding."
"Believe me, after you show your strength and justice, countless people will fall in love with this suit!"
Windsor gave No. 9 a smile, "I promise!"
No. 9 said no more. Windsor bought No. 9 breakfast, then asked him to put on this combat uniform and followed her out the door.
"where are we going?"
Sitting in the truck in Windsor, Nine couldn't help but ask.
"Have a look around and see if there's anything we can help you with."
Windsor said while driving.
"I remember you are a reporter, right? Is it okay if you don't go to work?"
Question No. 9.
"I asked for leave, and the manuscript has been sent."
Windsor said helplessly, "The Leicester family has blocked all news, and my reports have also been suppressed. But it doesn't matter, as long as you take the stage, everyone will no longer be afraid of those guys."
"As long as I take action, I can destroy them."
No. 9 didn't take the Leicester family seriously at all. To him, these people were just like ants.
"If you want to catch them, catch them now!"
Windsor was very insistent on this point, "If we attack them casually, what's the difference between us and those scumbags in the Leicester family?"
"Is it scum that kills people casually?"
No. 9 suddenly asked.
"Yes, every life deserves to be respected! If you rob other people's lives at will, you are a scumbag!"
"so."
Number 9 didn't say much, nor did he express any opinions. He was in a non-committal attitude.
Life deserves to be respected, but does the life of an ant deserve to be respected? But if you tell the blonde girl, she won't understand it. After all, she is just an ant herself. Just play with her, just like a human playing with a pet.
"Hey, buddy, are you participating in cosplay?"
While waiting at a red light, a car next to her stopped. Several teenagers inside laughed at No. 9's clothes.
They are just ants, No. 9 is too lazy to pay attention to them.
"Asshole! Go home and lick your mother!"
The blonde girl was not polite at all and raised her middle finger at them.
The teenagers laughed even louder, and when the light turned green, they stepped on the accelerator and jumped out.
"Ignore them, it's because of these guys that evil thrives!"
The blonde girl immediately complained, "Especially the guy in the back row, who looks about fourteen or fifteen years old, is actually smoking marijuana! These people are so depraved!"
"Should we protect people like this?"
Number Nine continued to ask questions.
"If you are a hero, you will protect them."
The blond girl nodded, "Although they made mistakes, it was only a small evil, not a big mistake. A person's sins should be judged by the law. Even heroes are not above the law! I think that our American emperor's The law is already very sound, and the law respects everyone's life, and I think heroes should do the same."
"Abiding by the rules, what this hero did was quite frustrating."
Number Nine sneered twice.
"What are you doing for such a hero?"
"You should try it first!"
Windsor continued to guide No. 9. She felt that No. 9 had unlimited potential and infinite brilliance, but he hadn't discovered it yet.
No. 9 didn't speak, just looked out the window.
It was very quiet all morning. Ever since Number 9 wiped out a wave of Lester families and drug lords and cowboys last night, Tell City has become somewhat peaceful. It's so peaceful that Windsor can't believe that this is the city where she usually lives.
Just when Windsor was about to find a place to have lunch, smoke suddenly billowed nearby and alarm bells blared all around.
"There's something going on! Go and have a look!"
Windsor was like a beast that smelled the fishy smell. She immediately stepped on the accelerator and rushed towards the place where the smoke was coming from.
Only when we got closer did we realize that it was an apartment building on fire. The fire was so intense that the entire tenth floor became a sea of flames, and the fire continued to spread upwards. There was a lot of crying upstairs and a busy crowd downstairs. There are many fire trucks, police cars, and ambulances here, busy with emergency rescue. But the fire on the tenth floor was too strong. If the fire did not decrease, the fire truck's ladder would not be able to go up.
"These damn ones actually turned the tenth floor into a warehouse!"
A bystander nearby muttered, "It will be difficult to reduce the intensity of the fire for a while."
"Save my child!"
"Mom! I'm going to save my mother!"
Many people were crying downstairs. Windsor relied on his identity as a reporter and found out that there were at least three people on the tenth floor who had not escaped in time!
"No. 9, my hero, the rest depends on you!"
Windsor's eyes fell on No. 9.