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"Come on, brothers, those Amazons all have bodies like bodybuilders, and they are very beautiful."

Chris and the vigilante, who had not gone out to have fun for several nights in a row, followed Zhang San next to them to clean up the base that was almost completed. Together they opened a hole in the mountain and dug down for a distance.

The base that looks like a Chinese character is divided into the base entrance and exit at the top. There are several floors below, including hangars, various rooms and halls, and warehouses.

In order to complete this work, both of them wore bracelets that could use super powers. They usually would not use these bracelets when they went out, because both Chris and the vigilante preferred to use their own powers.

Using superpowers to deal with criminals always feels wrong, and imaginary firearms are uncomfortable to use.

According to the vigilante's words, they don't match superpowers, but those weird weapons that Zhang San made match them very well.

"I can't believe the second time I used them after getting my powers I was building a base."

Chris complained that these days they have to start work at night to build caves and lay lines...

"That's because you don't have enough knowledge. No matter how strong Superman is, he still has to use his heat vision to weld things to people."

Superpowers are all about practicality. Even talking to fish can make you appear on the Forbes rich list.

"Are you sure those Amazons aren't what they say on the Internet? They kill men after sleeping with them. That's a rumor, right?"

The vigilante was still a little worried. He didn't want to wake up the next morning with only the woman next to him.

The legendary story has such a profound impact on people, even Chris feels the same way.

There are also Amazons who kill the man they mate with. If the child is a female, they will stay on the paradise island. If the child is male, they will exchange it for weapons and equipment.

"I'll tell you when I get an appointment with Wonder Woman, how about that?"

Zhang Sanzhen was speechless and called the two of them over to help. They were either talking about women's figures or their looks. They would do a little bit of that work every once in a while.

Now the vigilante was worried about what several people had discussed the day before. What could he do? He could only say that he would give it a try first.

Unexpectedly, when the vigilante heard this, he stood on the spot and said, "Then we will never know the answer?"

"Don't say that, he killed nine keyboards of the Guardians of the Universe by himself, and even now Wonder Woman only treats him as a keyboard."

Chris took up what this guy said with a smile, and his meaning was similar to that of a vigilante.

"Others might be able to break your little brother with a little force. I'm serious, Amazons are stronger in physical strength and strength than humans."

"It's challenging, I like it."

"Maybe you can make a stronger protective case that won't break."

One loves challenging challenges, the other thinks about evil ways, Zhang San is really...

At twelve o'clock in the morning, the man sitting in the yard eating late-night snacks looked at the base structure map sent by Kara on his mobile phone.

With this butler around, Zhang San can save his brain to think about things, just like Superman and his brain pendant Batman.

After making sure that there was nothing wrong or missing in the base that was about to be completed, he took out the electronic map and took a look.

There is still no indication of Savage's location on it. This old guy has really hidden himself.

I tried changing Reverse Flash and other villains. In addition to a bunch of reds in Arkham Asylum, there are also many scattered prisons outside.

The reverse lightning in this universe doesn’t seem to appear for some unknown reason.

When it was Doctor Destiny, Zhang San thought he could see the location of the Tower of Destiny, but it turned out that this guy appeared on Constantine's territory.

It's probably not good for two magicians to get together. There should be a demon that Constantine can't deal with.

whatever.After putting away the phone and finishing the late night snack, Zhang San went upstairs to his room and turned on the computer to play games.

In the living room downstairs, several people chose playing cards, which was the last thing someone knew how to play.

It should be said to be the most unlucky form of entertainment.

But without Zhang San to guide them, the people in the living room were having a good time.

In the morning, when a man wakes up from bed, he usually checks the news on his mobile phone.

The morning news wasn't a big deal, but Dr. Fate was on camera.

Someone filmed the scene of him fighting the devil, and Zhang San also saw Constantine and his friends in the two seconds of the scene.

Several people looked like they had been fished out of the water, all wet.

And the battle with Doctor Fate took a bit long this time. Maybe it was because the opponent was a high-level demon?

Villa door.

Imogen, who has been living here for several days, is used to feeding the eagle first in the morning. Unlike Chris and the others, this fallen angel can still call the eagle's name. She and the eagle seem to have a spiritual connection.

"Hell Eagle, absolutely."

The vigilante insists that Eagle Eagle has become corrupted and that its soul is no longer clean but as scary as a ghost.

The person next to him gave him a hammer. Chris didn't like his partner being called the Hell Eagle.

It is holy, a good boy who can bring criminals back to the arms of God.

Pointing to the seagull flapping with the flowers in the yard, Chris and the vigilante said: "It is the bird from hell, the idiot whose head has been eaten."

"But I've only heard of Hell Eagles, there's no such thing as Hell Seagulls..."

Scratching his head, the vigilante looked confused. He really didn't know about such creatures as hell seagulls.

"I was just making a metaphor. I didn't say that seagulls are from hell."

"Then you should find a better metaphor, not one that others can't understand, otherwise the metaphor will be meaningless."

"..."

He was tired, and Chris didn't want to argue with him about something early in the morning. This brother's brain seemed to have been eaten by a demon.

The devil even sprinkled some chili pepper and Indian curry on top when eating, so as to illustrate the origin of the vigilante's chaotic and bad thinking.

A bowl of mashed potatoes mixed with cheese, chilli and curry.

Half an hour later, watching the vehicle that Officer Zhang drove away, Chris and the vigilante who stayed at home decided to search the Internet for the living habits and culture of the Amazon people.

They also need to train their physical fitness by the way. They need to make their bodies stronger so that they don't accidentally get killed by a woman.

When the two were training in the yard, Chris kept showing off his muscle mass to the vigilante who was twice as skinny as him. These were his assets for fighting.

And vigilantes…

First, he complimented the muscles on his body, and then changed the topic and said that Chris would definitely not be able to rub his back when he usually takes a bath.

(End of this chapter)