Chapter 6: Underground Shopping Mall

Jay was eating toast for breakfast when he saw the news about the bank robbery in Nasino City on TV. Dad was still sleeping on the bed, and Mrs. Reynolds was throwing the laundry into the dryer.

The reporters in charge of interviews on TV are sparing no effort to tout how efficient the police in Nacino City are, how vigorous and vigorous the action is. They arrived at the scene in the shortest time, and the gangsters did not even have a chance to escape. They attacked accurately and quickly, and their tactical arrangements were impeccable, so they took the robbers at the least cost.

Then the camera was given to the team leader in charge of the operation. It was a pretty handsome blond middle-aged man. When he smiled, he showed eight neat teeth. The standard was as if he had gone through countless rehearsals.

The reporter asked Detective Cortez, why did you lead the team to handle this incident with such a near-perfect result this time?

Detective Cortez said proudly that it was because of my very proper command and all of our police officers were well-trained, so it was nothing to deal with such little thief who didn't know how to play guns!

The reporter immediately greeted his statement and raised his thumb, saying that our taxpayers' money was not paid in vain. With such a professional police presence, there is no need to worry about the safety of citizens. Detective Cortez laughed and said that we were rewarded and we were just doing our duty.

The two were blowing happily. Police Constable Curty Hawkins, who was trapped in the bank with the hostages before, snatched into the camera despite blocking, yelling that the police did not arrive in time. It was the super girl who came to the scene to rescue everyone! He said that she even blocked the bullet for herself, and the people should know the truth.

Detective Cortez was very displeased, waved to ask someone to come and drag the officer down, and then he told reporters don't care, that guy has delusion not a day or two, everyone in the police force knows. The reporter didn't pursue this apparently flawed explanation at all, ignored this episode intentionally or unintentionally, and continued to praise the efficiency of the police force.

Super girl?

Jay thoughtfully. Intuition told him that the version mentioned by the guy who just grabbed the spotlight should be the truth.

This seems to have been the case since the end of the doomsday invasion and the establishment of the world federal government. The media all over the world suddenly managed their own mouths unanimously. There were very few criticisms of the government, and all incidents involving super-powered people were spared no effort to cover up. Two years ago, an unexplained accident in Gotham City caused more than three-digit casualties. The media said it was caused by a sudden magnitude 7 earthquake, and rumors said it was a supernatural accident involving magic. Is it true or false? There is nothing to verify.

However, this situation is not difficult to understand. After all, after suffering such a disaster, the stable development of society is more important than everything else.

Jay solved the toast in his hand, drank the cup of hot milk in one breath, got up and went to the kitchen to wash the cups. At this moment, I don't know which figure called an expert was invited on TV. The bald expert with a beer belly listed the development status of all walks of life to prove how great human development has been since the end of the heroic era. Jay said in his heart that maybe you have overlooked the same rising crime rate.

But this is the status quo, and that's why Jay doesn't feel necessary to do something with this ability. It took Lex Luther so many years to finally let the world accept his point of view-superhuman beings are a burden to human progress, and human beings would be better without them.

But what's wrong with this? Jay is very satisfied with his current life and can't ask for more. He has an ordinary and warm family, a new life, and an extraordinary talent that no one knows, and his future is bright.

"Jay!" Mrs. Reynolds' voice came from the bathroom, "Go and call your dad up and change his clothes. We will go to the underground mall in a moment. You need to buy some new clothes."

"Buy it again?" Jay asked. "Didn't you just buy it once before?"

"That's for summer, and your winter clothes are all small." Mrs. Reynolds said, complaining, "It's all because you grow too fast. The clothes you just bought are small in twos or twos. I really don't know how to save. ....."

Jay wanted to say that I actually don't need winter clothes. Even if I go to Antarctica with short sleeves, I don't know how to write cold words, but I still didn't say it. After all, he still has to pretend to be a bit like, he has to try his best to make himself look normal.

After pulling the extremely reluctant Mr. Reynolds up from the bed and simply eating some breakfast, the three rushed to the underground mall in the city's business district under the leadership of Mrs. Reynolds.

Since it is still a holiday, the business district is not usually crowded with people, and the flow of people poured into the ground from the entrances from all directions is comparable to a flood. When the three of them poured into the ground with the crowd, Mr. Reynolds couldn't help complaining vaguely. It sounded like it was about not letting him wake up naturally.

When it came to choosing clothes, Mrs. Reynolds immediately showed a professional attitude. She never eats Amway, who is a clothing store clerk, with no enthusiasm, and is always willing to make a decision after detailed research on color, material, quality, and price. This sounds like the right approach, but it often means that it takes an extra long time. In addition, she may have to care about the price in the end, so whenever she proposes to go out shopping, it often means that you need to clear the entire day timetable.

Although Mrs. Reynolds said that today was to choose Jay's winter clothes, at the end of the day, there was actually only one set of underwear in the big bag that Jay was holding, most of which were actually Reynolds. Mrs. Zi chose it for herself. It's not that she had such a plan when she came, but that she had the kind of problem that she couldn't walk when she caught a glimpse of her favorite clothing, and she had bought a lot of them when she recovered.

Mr. Reynolds took advantage of her selection among the crowd, lowered her voice and said to Jay: "Actually, it is not necessary for your mother to buy so much. Anyway, with her current development trend, she won't be able to wear it until next year. "

Jay laughed dumbfounded, and Dad's guts were only enough to steal a word like this behind his back. Unexpectedly, Mrs. Reynolds's ears seem to be not so good in certain aspects. She suddenly turned around and sternly asked, "What did you just say?"

Mr. Reynolds was agitated: "I said...that you must look good with these clothes."

"Oh, is it true?"

Mrs. Reynolds approached slowly with a sullen murderous intent. Mr. Reynolds realized that something was wrong, and no luck, turned his head and wanted thirty-six strategies, but he could not escape the clutches. He cast a look at Jay for help, Jay only shrugged to indicate that he couldn't make a move with a bag full of bags, and returned him a sympathetic look.

Jay was smiling at the funny noise between the two, and suddenly his sharp hearing seemed to catch a strangeness in the distance. He turned his head and saw that the flow of people on the far left of his left hand was surging towards this side very abnormally, like a flock of frightened fleeing birds.

Suddenly, an extremely ominous premonition struck me, like a premonition that a peaceful life was about to be broken. Jay stepped back subconsciously and said, "Dad, mother? I think maybe we should leave here."