It was raining.
The rain was pouring out of the fire hydrant.
The atmosphere at the scene was very subtle.
"You didn't pull the handbrake?"
The traffic police was simply stunned.
"Well..."
Ian was somewhat reluctant to admit the stupid mistake he had made.
"Has this happened more than once today?" The traffic policeman seemed to have seen a real road killer. He stared at the bad boy in front of him with an extremely serious expression.
And just at this moment.
"How much compensation do I have to pay..."
Ian asked with a wry smile.
The traffic police turned his head and looked at the fire hydrant that was splashing water.
"This is not the responsibility of our police, but according to the standards of the road administration, the repair cost will be at least one hundred thousand US dollars." Good man, that's why it is said that America has her own value system.
This wave of compensation has come.
I guess the ubiquitous Commissioner Smith could make a net profit of 99,000. Ian turned back to the taxi and pulled out a toolbox from the side of the cab.
"What are you up to!"
The traffic policeman's hand reached for his gun.
Be extremely vigilant.
Fortunately, Ian does not have the Epic Night Limited Skin, otherwise, he would have already emptied the magazine by now. At present, he is only slightly worried that Ian will also take out a Sword of Truth and empty the magazine.
"Of course, repair the fire hydrant!" Ian found a hammer, pushed the car that was stuck on the fire hydrant open, turned around and hammered the fire hydrant hard.
"Handbrake!"
The traffic policeman saw the taxi sliding towards Ian's butt, and quickly put down his pistol and got into the taxi, stopping the car in time before the taxi kissed Ian's ass.
"Can you get a driver's license with this?"
The traffic police wiped the sweat from his forehead. He got out of the deformed car door and found that Ian had disappeared, leaving only a fire hydrant that was no longer spraying water.
Although the fire hydrant looks horrible, at least it has been "repaired", and there is a tattered-looking car key on the fire hydrant.
"Damn it! Where is that guy?"
The traffic police looked around.
Only to saw a figure running faster than Bolt disappearing around the corner in the distance.
"Stan Lee, huh?"
The traffic policeman was so angry that he gritted his teeth. He felt that the car's sliding this time was definitely a conspiracy of that evil young man. He picked up the walkie-talkie and started to give stars to Ian.
Certainly.
Since the fake name he saw on the ID was the one Ian wanted him to see, this wave of 5 stars obviously would not have a good ending, but this did not stop the traffic police from desperately seeking help from his colleagues.
Above the sky, among the clouds.
"Pah~"
The old father, feeling exhausted, couldn't help but slap his forehead hard. After witnessing the whole process, he had to admit that Ian was different from what he and Louise had thought before.
How to say it.
He has morals and a conscience... but it seems that he doesn't have enough morals and conscience. Clark feels a lot of pressure to teach this special child well.
"What a troublesome kid!" Clark sighed heavily. He couldn't help but recall the night when he found Ian. Perhaps at that time he should have realized that Ian's future would not be ordinary.
Now I realize it too late.
Well, not too late.
Clark, who is now middle-aged, now has three children. However, compared with his eldest son and second son, he feels that Ian, his adopted son, is the one who is most similar to him.
After all.
That day.
That night.
And that meteor shower - it was like a familiar cycle.
…
Because he missed the last bus.
Ian's only option was to take a taxi, which made him feel a little psychologically traumatized. However, before that, his first priority was to quickly fill his hungry stomach due to the [Self-Healing Frenzy].
The stomach is the emotional organ.
After eating, Ian was in the mood to go home and complain to his almighty father. He pushed open the door of a convenience store on the street, and a welcome sounded immediately, but the word "Welcome" seemed to him to be devoid of true emotion.
It is far less down-to-earth than "Here comes my brother". After entering the convenience store, Ian went straight to the "fast carbon" area, which is those cheap but high-calorie deeply processed foods.
"This, this, this." Ian had more money than his two brothers combined through his own efforts, so he didn't have to worry about being short of money when shopping. The clerk in charge of the checkout was a guy with glasses, and his clear eyes looked like someone who worked part-time to earn money.
"That's $29.45."
The guy scanned the barcodes of all the foods one by one.
"Um."
Ian took out three ten-dollar bills and counted out forty-five cents as he stuffed food into his mouth. He clearly saw the cashier freeze for a moment.
"You can just give me a dollar."
Ian reminded the other party.
"Oh oh."
The cashier suddenly realized what was going on, but not completely. He picked up the computer and did some calculations before giving Ian a one-dollar bill as change.
"Thanks."
Ian munched on his hot dog and turned to leave.
At this time.
"Welcome~"
An emotionless voice was heard again at the entrance of the convenience store, but the person who came in was full of emotion. He wore a stocking on his head, held a small-caliber gun, and rushed to the cashier counter.
"Robbery!!"
What a cliché plot.
People who don't know would think this is Gotham next door.
"No tricks!"
The robber pointed his gun at the terrified cashier, then he looked warily at Ian who was standing nearby, and subconsciously moved the gun towards Ian.
Ian immediately raised his hands when he saw the gun moving towards him.
"Well, it's hard work in the field; everyone has their own hardships. I understand you." Ian was not trying to get close to the robber, nor was he worldly-wise. He just saw the robber's dark wrist.
The boy knew the robber was simply carrying out the meaning that his skin gave to himself.
"Who's the one who's the one who's suffering more?" The robber was obviously confused and didn't quite understand Ian's American poetry. He was furious as if his IQ had been insulted.
"Get out of here, little brat!"
Obviously.
This was an aspiring robber who only had big business in his mind and looked down on the meager money of a middle school student, so he started to make gestures with his pistol a few times to threaten Ian to leave quickly.
"Okay, going out of here."
Ian quickly ran out of the convenience store.
Just when the robbers were about to focus on dealing with the convenience guy.
"Welcome~"
Ian circled back again.
He certainly didn't want to be a superhero and defeat the robbers to save the store; that was what the insurance company was supposed to do. The detail-oriented teenager just realized a very important problem when he walked onto the street.
"Well, I respected America's street tradition, but did anyone forget to say thank you to me?" Soul pollution might have had some effects on Ian.
His thinking angle is obviously more weird than before.
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