American Comprehensive Detective: Start with a black gun

Chapter 193 Chapter 194 On How to Be a Superhero

After introduction, the man with the eyes was named Anderson Poulsen, he was an agent, he was fired by the company recently, and he has been out of work for almost a month.

After seeing Ron, on a whim, he came up with the idea of ​​operating superpowers and becoming a star.

As for why he suddenly wanted to tap Ron, an amateur, to become a star?
First, Ron has rare superpowers; second, Ron is very handsome.

Especially the latter, people rely on clothes, and horses rely on saddles.

The first impression of a person is not only from the clothes, but also from the face.

There is no doubt that Ron has a face that people can't refuse to like.

With this face alone, being a superhero is very convincing.

"People firmly believe that people with superpowers are chosen by God, and superpowers are naturally easier to attract the attention of the public than others. We only need to shoot a few scenes of punishing rape and eliminating evil to attract the attention of netizens, and then through the media's deliberate Communication, professional operation, it is easy to make a name for yourself..."

Anderson was in high spirits, describing a bright future.

Through the floor-to-ceiling glass windows of the coffee shop, Ron's gaze was fixed on the large LED billboard in the opposite building.

On the screen, the people of the motherland wearing the Stars and Stripes raised their heads slightly, and looked into the distance with confidence and a smile.

The people standing next to him are Black, Queen Maeve, Locomotive, Deep Sea and Transparent.

No stars!

So the plot of the first season of "Black Robe Pickets" has not yet begun.

Very good, there is still a chance to flex your muscles.

"Uh... did you listen to me?"

Ron turned his head and lowered his head to take a sip of his coffee. The bitter and sweet taste erupted in his taste buds, and he raised his head, "Say it!"

Anderson flashed a hint of helplessness.

If it wasn't for messing with the relationship between men and women, he would be fired by his superiors.

No matter what he said, he would not just find an amateur superpower, hoping to cultivate him into a star, and when the king returned, he would slam his face open.

Amateurs often mean that they don't know anything about the operation process of the entertainment industry and the packaging process of stars.

Most of the time, amateurs appear too young, and inevitably have some problems, such as taking it for granted, self-righteous, and messing around.

"I mean we can work together. You come out as a superhero. I know a lot of friends in the media, and I can pay them to promote it. After we become famous, we can find an opportunity to sign with Water Company. Maybe you can become A member of the Super Hero Seven. That's my plan, the only thing I worry about now is your strength."

After Anderson finished speaking, he leaned back slightly and looked at Ron with burning eyes.

"Do you want to show your ability?"

"If you don't mind!"

"no problem!"

Ron disappeared in a flash.

Anderson looked at the empty seats in amazement.

"Bang bang!"

There was a knock on the glass window.

Anderson turned his head, his glasses almost falling off.

Ron stood outside the glass window and waved to Anderson with a smile.

Anderson looked at the door of the coffee shop, then looked out the window, and Ron disappeared again outside the window.

Anderson looked blankly for Ron.

"How is it? Are you satisfied with my ability?"

When Anderson heard this, he turned his head in surprise.

Ron suddenly sat across from him again.

Ron didn't blush or breathe, he calmly picked up the coffee and took a sip.

Anderson's eyes burst into ecstasy of excitement.

He saw hope, the hope of a comeback.

In the past, ordinary people were used to become stars, but this time he wants to use people with superpowers to become stars.

Next, Ron's words drove him to the bottom.

"It seems that you are very satisfied with my ability, but I am not very interested in your plan."

"You don't want to be a star? You don't want to be a superhero sought after by everyone. As long as you listen to me, I'm sure to make you a star that everyone admires..." Anderson looked at Ron in disbelief, could it be Ron is not interested in being a superhero.

No way, there really isn't such a person who doesn't care about fame and fortune, right?
"Stop, as an unknown superpower, a superhero who punishes rape and eradicates evil, and a star that attracts everyone's attention, of course it is very attractive to me, but I want to serve all mankind."

Anderson was dumbfounded, "Uh...what do you mean?"

"Maintain world peace, understand?"

Anderson wondered, "What does this have to do with superheroes?"

Ron tapped on the table. "That's the problem. My job is to connect them, understand?"

Anderson was stupefied, thinking carefully about Ron's words, his face was still stunned.

"What do you mean?"

Ron sighed softly, "Hey, my comprehension is too low!"

Anderson was unconvinced.

How many third-tier stars he has brought out, actually look down on his professional ability?

Is it bearable, what is unbearable?

"What do you want to do?"

"You don't need to know this, just help me contact the media."

"What do you mean, you want to do it alone?"

"No, the division of labor is different."

"I became the unimportant one?"

"No, you're important. We're complementary, you know the media, I know how to be a superhero. I'm my superhero, and you're promoting me!"

Anderson completely disagreed with Ron, "No, you don't know how to be famous, and you don't know how to be a superhero standing in front of the camera."

Ron said to himself: "No, no one knows superheroes better than me!"

Anderson shrugged helplessly, "Blind self-confidence can't be famous, and it can't be a superhero."

Anderson felt Ron was purely ignorant conceit.

This is what he thinks is the common problem of ordinary people, young, taken for granted, self-righteous, and reckless.

"So, give me a week, and you will cooperate with me fully this week. If I don't meet expectations, I will listen to you from now on, how about it?"

"No problem, deal!"

Anderson said in his heart that he wanted to be famous in a week, but there was no door.

In a week, Ron should have a lot of trouble.

After hitting a wall, you will listen to him more, why not do it?

……

Night, narrow alleys.

"Don't come, don't come."

The tall woman in a professional dress shook her head desperately at the two gangsters with pistols.

The tattooed young man looked at the woman's white chest with a lewd smile, his gaze was hot, and he let out a weird laugh.

"Not bad!"

The black man next to him also stuck out his tongue and licked his lips greedily.

The black man's Adam's apple twitched, and the pistol signaled, "Come, come here!"

The woman bit her lip and shook her head desperately.

Negroes are threatening.

The woman looked at the tattooed man next to him for help. The tattooed man opened his mouth and laughed, standing aside indifferently, watching the whole play.

The woman walked forward helplessly, her high heels moved with difficulty until she reached the black man.

The black man unzipped the zipper and shouted, "Kneel down!"

A trace of grief and indignation flashed in the woman's eyes, silent tears flowed down her face, and she shook her head desperately.

"I said kneel down!"

The helplessness in the woman's eyes almost overflowed.

At this moment, the woman's eyes blurred.

"Oh!"

With a loud noise, the black man's body flew out and hit the trash can heavily.

The rubbish flew up and all sprinkled on the black man, who lay on the rubbish dump and screamed miserably.

The curly-haired youth turned his head and stared blankly at the masked man standing in front of him.

He tremblingly said: "You... are you the masked man?"

Ron, who was wearing a six-figure Batman mask, twitched the lower half of his exposed face, a ghostly masked man.

I obviously want to catch the popularity of Batman, who knows how the title of "Mask Man" spread.

"No, I'm not a masked man, I'm just an ordinary citizen who does what is right."

"Oh!"

The tattooed man raised his pistol and pulled the trigger.

Ron dodged in a flash, and the tattooed man watched this scene in disbelief.

Then he showed fear, because in sight, a fist was getting bigger and bigger.

"Oh!"

The fist hit the tattooed man's head, and the tattooed man flew out. A strong dizziness came from his head, and the tattooed man passed out.

Ron made a move, and the pistol on the ground flew into his hand.

Ron took out the magazine, threw the pistol on the ground, took out the handcuffs and handcuffed the two villains.

The tall slender woman looked at the two hooligans subdued by Ron in shock, and looked up at Ron in surprise.

She cried with joy: "Masked Man, I'm your big fan. I think you are different from other superheroes, very different. You don't ask for anything in return, you just want justice, so can we find a place to talk?"

(End of this chapter)