Michael Jackman

"So, when will you pay?" The man was wearing a red suit, a moustache, and a goatee, making him look like a businessman. He was sitting at a long table with his legs crossed and his hands on his cheeks.

"Sir, please use you, not you." The young guy in a black suit sitting opposite him

"Don't worry about such details; in a word, you said that as long as I help you make artificial humans, you are willing to help me cover up all the crimes I committed by making artificial humans."

"Yes, what's wrong?"

"It's nothing, just a few children. I'm worried that the police will find out."

"I can help you with that."

"There is another point, which I said before: when do you pay?"

"Although there are people who are willing to order these artificial people, there are too few," said the young man. "For this reason, I spend all my money on publicity, and I really can't pay for it."

"Would you like to count how much money you have on credit? I don't like losing money."

"I will pay, and please tell me."

"Don't look at me as lazy; I am also a person who is eager to achieve."

"Then just wait a little longer. Publicity is not an easy task. I will pay when the sales volume improves."

"Then you'd better hurry up; if you can't, go start a war yourself, and then a bunch of people will buy it from you." The man in the red suit laughed a few times after he finished speaking, stroked his beard, and then got up and walked away.

The young guy was relieved to see that he really walked away. "Damn it, every time I see him, I think I'm going to die."

***

The man in the red suit walked out of the building, then walked to the red BMW1 parked on the side of the road, put his thumb on the doorknob, and said, "Da da!", The car drove away.

As soon as he opened the door, his intuition told him that he could not get in the car for the time being.

"Come out; don't be shy like a woman." As soon as the voice finished, four men in coats came out from the back of the Camaro, all armed with shotguns.

"Michael Jackman." The speaker was Hudson Dingle in the lead.

"Oh, Hudson? Who sent you here?"

"It's not convenient to disclose."

"Oh, I'll know if you don't tell me." The man named Michael Jackman thought of two candidates.

"You are suspected of illegally manufacturing artificial humans," Hudson said, taking out two white bracelets. "Please follow me to the police station." Hudson pressed the button on the bracelet, and the bracelet split into two, with Hudson holding one half and the other half suspended in mid-air.

Michael stretched out his hands, allowing Hudson to place the half of the bracelet he was holding on his wrist, and as soon as he let go, the two bracelets became one, and then Michael's hands were glued together by the attraction of the bracelet.

Immediately afterwards, "Dang!"

Half of the bracelet fell to the ground!

Hudson was not surprised; he understood that this meant that Michael had weakened the magnetism of the bracelet, and therefore, he broke free.

Michael stepped on the ground suddenly and then increased the intensity of the vibration on the floor. Immediately, Hudson and others and all the cars on the road were all overturned due to the vibration, and there were ear-piercing sirens around. It was all blocked by an overturned car.

"Now, servants of the people," Michael said, looking at Hudson with cheering eyes, "you should just go to the poor man trapped in the car." After speaking, he went to the opposite cafe, leaving Hudson and his man struggling to get up.

***

"Sir, you should take a look at this document." A middle-aged man with glasses opened the door and said,

"Okay." The office chair turned his head, but the person sitting on it was not the "sir" that the uncle said, but Michael Jackman; his eyes looked like a child playing a prank.

"Who are you? Mr. Karl Watson?"

"Under your feet." This sentence forced the old man to look directly at the red liquid he was stepping on. Looking along the liquid, he saw a red liquid that looked like a human. No, this liquid is...

Before Karl had time to think about it, he felt his chest pierced. He felt weak in his limbs and couldn't call for help, so he could only go to the wall behind him.

Michael didn't make a gunshot to attract the police; he simply sent the bullet into the uncle's chest with bullets, and the kinetic energy of the bullet was also strengthened in the process.

Michael stood up and picked up the document lying on the red liquid. "Really, it's a mess."

He opened it and saw that it was an order for artificial humans, and there were a lot of them.

"Hmph, bastard, what about 'too few people ordering'?" Michael laughed a few times, saying, "The lying technique needs to be strengthened; oh no, you can't strengthen it now."

Also that night, Jackson and Alicia came to visit Brian in his ward while he was resting with his eyes closed.

The TV above was showing the storm in front of city hall and the fire in the mayor's office. Mayor Karl Watson a

nd Secretary Gordon Barker were killed on the spot.

"Michael Jackman, the number one of Level 5 in "Tower", with an ability strength of S, has been able to break his record for 50 years," the newsreader said.

Michael Jackman. This picture is very familiar.

They remembered the dishevelled, bearded uncle they met in UMBRELLA.