In the evening, in the apartment across the street from the Peace Hotel, the hapless FBI agent Timmons was tied to his bed in a very shameful position.

Bob Liswag, the framed super sniper, is sitting in front of the TV, watching the hospital screen scroll through, as well as his own picture and name frozen below the TV screen.

At this time, Bob was fortunate that the attack on a super-rich man minimized his pressure, although he was still wanted, but it was obviously not very good.

At least I went to buy something at a place called "Pluto Pharmacy Chain", and the salesperson there not only didn't recognize me, but also squeezed his eyebrows and hinted at whether he wanted to get some "legal" marijuana.

This made Bob, who had been away from the crowd and lived in seclusion in the mountains for a long time, very uncomfortable!

Timmons worked tirelessly to get rid of the smelly sock in his mouth, and just as he was about to curse a few swear words, Bob put the pistol on the coffee table in front of him......

Looking at Bob with an indifferent expression, Timmons said a little nervously: "Hey, hey, Mr. Sniper, your best thing to do now is to cooperate with me, and you can join me at the FBI's New York headquarters."

Well, I can prove that you're not the one who shot it. ”

Bob looked at the FBI agent with a bit of a strange expression and said, "Can you prove it?" How do you prove it? My gun was there, maybe it had my fingerprints on it, and I was right next to it when the two cops broke in. ”

Timmons struggled in anguish, and then found that the sniper's knotting technique was very professional, and he couldn't get rid of the rope on his body no matter how much he struggled.

Looking at Bob's strange gaze, Timmons sighed helplessly and said, "I've been monitoring you, right across from where you're standing."

You have less than 15 seconds from the time you start running to the room where the shots are fired.

Isn't that enough that no one can hit a target 2,000 meters away in that situation? ”

Bob walked to the bed with a strange smile on his face, he looked at Timmons with a "flattering" smile on his face, and punched him in the stomach, folding him up, and letting out a cry of pain.

Timmons struggled to break free from the ropes as Bob's punch hit him in the stomach, causing him to feel like his entire abdomen was stirring up and a large amount of gastric juice began to gush up his throat.

When Timmons realized that it was all in vain, he looked at Bob angrily and exclaimed, "What are you doing?" I want to help you, I'm willing to testify for you......"

Looking at the extremely uncomfortable Timmons, Bob spread his hands and said with a smile: "So you shot me knowing that I was not the murderer."

Is this your personal habit, or is it a tradition of your FBI? ”

Timmons was stunned for a moment, sighed helplessly, and said uncomfortably: "I just been released from nearly half a year of "imprisonment", well, I'm a little nervous.

Besides, the way you looked at the time was really scary, I was an instinctive reaction, and it was a habit I developed in this place.

In this place, if you rush at a person like you did yesterday, then you will probably understand me......"

Saying that, Timmons said with a strange expression: "Really, if you don't believe it, you can give it a try, go downstairs and find someone to rush to him!"

You can try finding someone who seems to be the best talker, like the Chinese chef at the restaurant opposite, or anyone else you find harmless......

Man, I really didn't mean to shoot you, this is a bad misunderstanding created by law enforcement habits and living habits, believe me, as long as you are willing to cooperate with me, I will return your innocence.

Please let me go, I've been lying on this wet bed for 12 hours now. ”

Bob squinted his eyes at the very poor FBI agent, and after thinking about it, he smiled and cut the rope on Timmons' body, and said, "You can try to escape, my marksmanship has actually regressed a lot, you should muster up the courage to try!" ”

The untied Timmons screamed and rushed into the bathroom with his pants, completely ignoring Bob's threat, not to mention that he was really innocent, even if he was the gunman, Timmons did not dare to risk his own life. Just kidding, marksmanship has regressed?

Timmons had been in the bathroom for nearly half an hour, and when he came out, he had already changed his clothes.

Holding a towel and wiping the water on his head vigorously, Timmons looked at Bob who was sitting on the sofa watching TV and said, "You can take my phone and order something like takeout, aren't you hungry?" ”

Bob glanced at Timmons, who had regained his composure, and said, "Do you have a boyfriend?" ”

Timmons inexplicably spread his hands and said, "I look like gay?" ”

Bob glanced at the old door, smiled, and said, "So I've decided whether to shoot at the man who came looking for you." ”

Timmons was stunned for a moment when he heard a little movement at the door, he rolled his eyes, and said helplessly: "Don't do this, if you shoot here, I can guarantee that you won't be able to wait for the day when you are innocent!" ”

With that, Timmons came to the door of the apartment under Bob's guarded gaze, and opened the door without hesitation.

A tall and thin young man stood up from the eavesdropping motion a little embarrassed, looked at Timmons wrapped in a bath towel, and said, "Am I here at the wrong time?" It's time to clean your room, but you're ......."

Saying that, the young man stretched out his head to look at the side face of Bob sitting on the sofa, then looked at Timmons with a strange expression, and said, "That's your boyfriend?" Do you still have to clean today?

Say it up front, if there's something weird in your room, I'm going to have to pay for it! ”

Timmons shook his head annoyedly and didn't want to explain anything, he picked up his wallet from the entryway cabinet beside him, took out twenty dollars and stuffed it into the young man's hand, and said, "Robin, my buddy, for the sake of me being your only customer right now, go buy me a big pizza, and then have some Coke or something, and the rest will be your tip!" ”

Robin unhappily accepted the twenty dollars handed over by Timmons and said, "I'm redeveloping new customer ......."

Timmons interrupted Robin with a wave of his hand and said, "Come on, who will find you to clean up except for me and that S.H.I.E.L.D. Harvey?"

Now that Harvey has taken his wife, I'm your only client.

For God's sake and for tip's sake, go get me a pizza, or I'll delay your homework and John's face will come to me in trouble." ”

After sending away Robin, a part-time janitor, Timmons returned to his room, sat down on the couch next to Bob, and said, "You see, I proved my sincerity.

I can really help you, this is a big case that will get me back in the office! ”

Bob glanced at Timmons, who was very "utilitarian", thought about it, picked up a pen from the coffee table, wrote a long list of codes on a sticky note and handed it to Timmons, and then said: "This is the frame number on the car of the guy who came to me, many people's license plates may be fake, but the frame number is too lazy to change."

If you really want to help me, check the frame number, they say it's Langley, but I'm skeptical.

I need to know who is framing me, or I won't be able to get out of this!"

Timmons glanced at the result, nodded in agreement and said, "These are not difficult......

As he spoke, Timmons pointed to the dense electronic tools around him, and said with a smile: "I can connect to the FBI's internal network here, and if this number exists, I can find out who its owner is." ”

Bob gestured with his hand, then stood up and walked to the window, looking down at the side of the road, where the young man named Robin was standing in front of an old black man and pointing at him.

It wasn't until the old black man tapped him on the shoulder that Robin happily ran to the door of the restaurant across the road, bumped his fist with a black boy with a terrible scar on his face, and waved hello to a giant wolf lying under the signboard before pushing a bicycle and speeding away.

Bob glanced back at Timmons, who had already started to get busy, and then out of the corner of his eye, he was surprised to see two children, a man and a woman, running out of an alley next to the restaurant opposite, and a small triceratops that was obviously only supposed to appear in the documentary was chasing after them.

Bob, who couldn't help himself, looked at Timmons and asked, "What the hell is this place?" Am I missing something? ”

Timmons looked at Bob, who was indeed a turtle, and said, "This is Hell's Kitchen, haven't you heard of it?" ”

Looking at Bob's expression, Timmons said disdainfully, "So, have you heard of the Manhattan Tomahawk?" ”

Bob looked at Timmons with a frown and said, "I just live in the mountains, but that doesn't mean I don't watch the news, "debunking" those lies is my way to pass the time."

What does the "Manhattan Tomahawk" have to do with this?

The kid had just reported to an old black man about our situation, and a triceratops ran out of an alley chasing two children.

And there was a giant wolf about the size of a lion at the door of the restaurant opposite......"

Timmons pursed his lips, shrugged his shoulders, and said, "People who come here for the first time will have your current doubts, just get used to it!"

I was ordered to monitor the restaurant across the street and Robin was reporting to my landlord about my condition, which was no ......"

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Bob looked at the unlucky Timmons with a strange look on his face and said, "Are you really FBI?" Is the FBI so bad? ”

Saying that, Bob seemed to think of something, and said, "Don't tell me you're spying on the Manhattan Tomahawk!" The FBI actually spies on superheroes? ”

Timmons shook his head helplessly, looking at his terrible kennel, he let out a long sigh and said, "Yes, but we generally call him "Principal Alvin", he is very talkative!

Actually, Principal Alvin is the source of all the strange things here, but we're all used to it! ”

Saying that, Timmons looked at Bob and said seriously: "It's safe for you here, at least no one here will call the police to arrest you."

But don't be hostile to the people here, especially the kids on the other side......"

Bob was stunned for a moment, glanced at a few children giggling and playing on the side of the road outside the window, then looked at Timmons and said, "You said that if I deliberately showed my feet, would those people who framed me dare to come here and kill me?" ”

Timmons said while operating the computer, "Then it depends on the level of the person who framed you?"

If their minds were clear, they wouldn't come here to trouble you.

Well, these people are very professional in planting the seeds, and they should be considered the sober-minded wave of people, so you should be safe here. ”

Bob shook his head a little disappointed and said, "Then you can only drive out for a walk, which is a bit troublesome, and it is difficult to ensure safety......"

Timmons looked at Bob with a strange expression and said, "What do you mean by that?" Want me to go out and walk around? Do you mean that those who framed you will come to me? ”

Bob looked at the frightened Timmons, nodded as a matter of course, and said, "Of course, the frame number was shown to me by the other party."

This should be the "litmus test" for those people, as soon as someone touches that frame number will be tracked, especially if I'm not dead......"

Timmons looked at the vehicle information that popped up in the monitor in front of him, and the moment a dirty word blurted out was swallowed back by him, a stiff-faced ace reconnaissance sniper could easily calm down a silk agent.

"Dude, I just shot you......"