The black strategist entered the game with money.
He wanted Ian to be his "advisor" on tax matters.
But,
Ian shook his head warily at such a suggestion.
"Then wouldn't that make me your accomplice?" He was a true law-abiding citizen who would not stop crime, but he also had no intention of becoming an accomplice in any form.
What a joke!
He's Ian!
Ian Kent!
Superman's son must not be in cahoots with criminals! This is the idea. Anyway, in Ian's view, this does not contradict his request for a refund.
While refunding, the only ones who suffered losses were the insurance companies, which was the evil of capitalism! Ian was venting for the working people! From this point of view, it was in line with the father's superhero spirit in some form.
The logic is perfectly closed.
Ian refused decisively.
Only, "Figure it out for me! Damn kid!" The robber obviously couldn't guess Ian's thoughts. He gestured with his clenched pistol and threatened Ian again.
"Knowledge should not be used like this."
And just as Ian continued to shake his head.
"Beep beep~beep beep~"
Suddenly, alarms rang outside the store.
It was obvious that a police car was approaching.
"????"
The black robber was immediately frightened. He looked at Ian angrily, "It's you! It was you who called the police! It turns out you have been wasting my time!"
"I've already agreed to refund your money! You still want to mess with me?!" The robber seemed to be the victim, and his feelings of grievance and anger had reached their peak.
If you didn't know, you would think he had suffered some terrible betrayal from a best friend.
"Ah?"
Ian was stunned.
"I don't!"
He is telling the truth.
"No? Who else could it be but you!"
The robber stared at Ian in silence for a moment, then both of them turned to look at the cashier at the same time - the cashier reacted quickly and immediately picked up the cash register in front of him and smashed it at the robber.
The robber was knocked to the ground, and the gun in his hand fell to the ground. The cashier turned over quickly and kicked the gun under the container.
That's not all.
He kicked the robber hard on the head and did not stop even after the robber fainted. It was not until Ian stepped forward to stop him that a robbery was prevented from turning into a murder.
"He really was almost kicked to death by you." Ian squatted down and looked at the robber's breathing. After confirming that he really was alive, he raised his head and looked at the young man who was leaning against the side and still trembling.
"Are you excited or scared?"
Ian asked thoughtfully.
"Huh~"
The cashier breathed a sigh of relief.
"Of course I'm scared! It was really dangerous just now, we were really close to death." He began to sigh that it was great to be alive, with a look of relief as if he had survived a disaster.
"Well..."
Ian silently glanced at the unconscious robber, "Actually, you can't die, not at all... He was holding a fake gun, didn't you see that?"
Yes, the reason Ian went in and out three times was of course, it was because he discovered such a detail that could absolutely guarantee his safety.
However.
"????"
The cashier was stunned. It was obvious that he had just learned about this.
"You can see this? No way!" The young man ran towards the container in disbelief, lay on the ground, and took out the pistol that had fallen to the bottom of the container.
He checked it out a bit.
"Hiss, you're right! It's really a fake gun! The workmanship is very good, and it feels more expensive than the real gun!" The cashier turned his head and looked at Ian in surprise.
"Does your family sell guns? Even looking at this made you realize something was wrong?" the cashier asked curiously. This might be the only explanation he could think of.
"Huh? Isn't this a basic life skill in a Metropolis?" Ian looked surprised and spoke in a matter-of-fact tone, which immediately made the cashier speechless.
Basic fucking life skills.
Who would learn this kind of thing?
This is not Gotham!
"…"
The atmosphere in the air was a little awkward, and the two of them stared at each other for a full minute. Ian thought about it and decided to return the thirty dollars and forty-five cents he had in his pocket.
Be honest.
Ian also has his own principles when it comes to taking advantage. Now that the robbers have fallen, his previous perfect win-win-win plan obviously has no soil for implementation.
"You can keep it."
However, the cashier did not collect the money. He walked back to the cash register, tied the sorted money together, and put it in a safe.
"My name is Tate Langdon." Perhaps because they had experienced a robbery together, the cashier boy began to introduce himself. He felt that he and Ian were comrades-in-arms who had shared weal and woe.
"Hello, Tate."
Ian was polite but didn't introduce himself, but Tate, the cashier, didn't care much about that and just took a few packages of high-end "family planning" supplies from the shelf.
"Actually, this store is my father's store." He first explained why he wanted to fight back against the robbers, and then explained to Ian what he was doing.
"You are right, my father really has insurance." After hesitating for a moment, the cashier took out a few more packs of cigarettes.
"…"
Ian looked around for a while but couldn't find any surveillance, so he already understood what this guy was doing.
Theft!
The seemingly honest man with glasses is not honest at all! This guy must be planning to frame the robber who has already been "executed"! Oh! I am really a innocent white lotus in the metropolis! This robbery was not a win-win-win situation for all three parties, but a win-win-win situation for both parties. The world where only the robber was wronged was directly written!
"Awesome!"
Ian felt deeply shocked and gained a new understanding of daily life in Metropolis. He even began to doubt whether the store owner was really the cashier's father.
And just at this moment.
"People inside! Put your hands up!"
The alarm rang for a long time, and the robber was almost catching a cold lying on the ground before the police outside finally arrived. This was not the first time Ian had encountered the police after the incident.
To be honest, Ian felt they seemed to have the superpower to predict whether things had ended or not.
"We are victims! We need blankets!" The cashier raised his hands and spoke to the police, who came in with guns. He had already hidden a lot of "stolen items".
It seems that he has much more experience in dealing with robberies than Ian thought.
"I'm scared, I need a ride home!" Ian put his advice into practice and raised his hands as well, trying to take the opportunity to get a free ride back home.
…
Police officers generally don't play the role of good guys. However, with his succubus-like modeling attribute, Ian finally got the help of a female police officer.
The police car stopped at the door of the house.
"Thanks."
Ian also said goodbye to the policewoman who had advised him several times along the way to try his luck in Hollywood. He touched his pocket and found that he had even one more dollar than before he bought the food.
Hehe, the cashier refunded Ian thirty dollars and forty-five cents, but he forgot that before that, he had already given Ian one dollar in change after he finished shopping.
Ian's actual bill was only $29.45. Well, the cashier may have some intelligence, but his math skills are clearly at the average level in the U.S.
"It's like someone spent one dollar to treat me to a bunch of pre-prepared meals!" Ian was logically consistent again. He stared at the door not far away and hesitated a little. It's not that he didn't know how to explain why he came home so late, but he was hesitating whether to bring the evil spirit back to his home.
Not only is there a hidden danger, but it would also be bad if father Superman found out about this. The main reason is that Ian hasn't figured out how to explain that he brought an evil spirit home.
Should it be a cool script in which the character uses his extraordinary talent to accidentally enter a mysterious wizard's temple while walking on the street and is accepted as a disciple by the [Sorcerer Supreme Wanda] there who wants to groom him, or should it be a naive script in which the character thinks he has picked up a "magic lamp" - well, no matter how you look at it, it's suspected of plagiarism.
'Where's my writing talent! Put it to work! Think of a reasonable origin story for me!' Ian racked his brains. He believed that his transformation could be hidden for the first day, but not for long.
As for whether he should confess the truth, Ian had thought about it carefully. However, compared to the fact that he was a time traveler, there was also a system.
He feels that his "origin story" should still respect the current version.
'However, I can still file a complaint about being kidnapped by Constantine's accomplices...' Ian thought as he took out the thermos that Charles had used to hit him.
The uneven body of the thermos bottle is proof of Ian's iron head.
'My head is still aching, and this evil spirit is so hateful... No, what's going on!' Ian wanted to shake the evil spirit in the bottle a few more times to vent it, but he suddenly found that the thermos seemed to have lost its function. Not only did the inscription on it become blurred.
Even the evil spirit inside disappeared!
"Where is my demon? It ran away?" Ian was greatly shocked. He put his eyes against the glass to peek, but he couldn't really see anything in the thermos.
The evil spirit's trick?
Or did it really run away?
Just when Ian was full of doubts.
"Um?"
He was somewhat surprised to find that his chest was flickering.
He didn't know how long it flashed.
Ian quickly took out the thing under his shirt - he saw that the pendant Madison gave him was emitting a dark light, which was very similar to the color of the evil spirit's body.
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