Plunder the Heavens from American Comics

"Just walk away? She broke my wrist!"

The hypnotist roared angrily, his voice full of pain and anger.

MM hurriedly explained to the hypnotist:
"She didn't mean any harm!"

However, the hypnotist was currently suffering from severe pain in his wrist and was extremely emotional. He could not listen to any explanation at all.

"Oh my God! You almost fooled me!" His face was full of regret and the anger in his heart continued to rise.

On the other side, Frankie was trying his best to comfort Kimiko.

"Look at me! Relax!"

Frankie counselled, looking at Kimiko with a firm gaze while gently holding her shoulders, trying to stop her from moving.

"No!" Kimiko resisted stubbornly, her eyes full of fear and anxiety.

The hypnotist looked at the two of them, his expression so excited that he could hardly control himself.

"Get out! I want to go to the hospital!" He shouted loudly, trying to drive MM and the others away.

But there is no way MM will give up until she gets the information she wants.

"We won't stop until we know what we want to know! Metzmer."

MM said this in a firm tone, her eyes revealing her determination to never give up until she achieves her goal.

"Fuck you! This hypnosis is over!"

Metzmer said unhappily, his face was so gloomy that it seemed like water could drip out of it.

Seeing that Metzmo was not cooperating, MM also got angry.

He yelled at Metzmer, "Sit down!"

The sound was like a thunder, exploding in the room.

Metzmo was frightened by the sudden roar, his body trembled involuntarily, and then he sat down on the sofa obediently.

Seeing that he had calmed down, MM slowly walked forward and said, "Okay, listen, I'm a battlefield doctor."

As he spoke, Metzmo subconsciously looked at Kimiko who was standing beside him.

MM noticed and quickly stopped him, saying, "Don't look at her!"

MM's eyes were full of vigilance, as if she was worried about something unpredictable.

"Look at me!" MM said to Metzmo in an unquestionable tone, his eyes fixed on Metzmo, as if he wanted to see through his soul.

"I can bandage your wounds, and I'll make more money than any stoner in the ER!"

MM continued, his voice steady and powerful, revealing a sense of confidence and professionalism.

"I have treated countless wounds on the battlefield, and I have extensive experience with this situation."

"I can quickly bandage your wounds, relieve your pain, and help you recover as soon as possible."

"If you go to the emergency room, you may encounter drug addicts who not only take up medical resources, but may also cause you more trouble."

"Or I can break your other wrist. It's up to you."

MM's words were full of threats, and his eyes became cold, making people shudder.

"I don't want to take such an extreme approach, but I won't rule out the possibility if you don't cooperate with us."

“It’s very important for us to know what we want to know.”

"If you can cooperate with us, I can guarantee your safety and treat your wounds as soon as possible."

"But if you continue to be stubborn, you will suffer the consequences."

Hearing MM's threatening words, Metzmo's face turned very ugly.

He looked at Kimiko, whose eyes were full of helplessness and fear, which made him feel a pang of pain in his heart.

Then he looked at MM again. MM's eyes were firm and resolute, which made him realize that he had no choice.

Metzmer fell into deep thought, not knowing what to do.

On the one hand, he didn't want to cooperate with MM because he was worried that he would get into bigger trouble.

On the other hand, he was afraid that MM would really break his other wrist, in which case he would be in even more pain.

Seeing that Metzmo was just groaning in pain, MM frowned slightly, and she already knew his choice.

"Okay! That's it!"

MM said loudly, with a hint of triumph in her tone.

Obviously, after weighing the pros and cons, Metzmer chose to let MM treat his injuries.

"Do you have a bandage or splint?"

MM continued to ask, her eyes full of anticipation.

Hearing MM's question, Metzmo said without thinking, "No, I don't have a splint!"

There was a hint of annoyance in his voice, as if he was questioning MM, how could a normal person have such a thing in their home! ?

After saying that, Metzmo began to groan again, and the painful sound echoed in the room. It was obvious that his injuries were very painful.

Seeing this, MM shook her head helplessly and sighed inwardly.

At this moment, his cell phone rang.

The crisp ringing sound was particularly abrupt in the silent room.

MM looked at the screen and found that it was Butcher calling.

His expression changed slightly, and he quickly said to Frankie: "It's Butcher! Quiet!"

Then he carefully picked up the phone.

"Butch!" MM's voice was a little nervous. He didn't know why Butcher called at this time.

"Where are you?" Butcher asked immediately after answering the phone, his tone full of suspicion.

MM looked at the ceiling and lied, "New York hamburger restaurant." His voice was a little unnatural, and he prayed in his heart that Butcher would not see through his lie.

"Really?" Butcher said doubtfully. Then he continued, "It's a magical place."

"What did you order?" Butcher obviously knew that MM was deceiving him and asked deliberately.

"Signature burger." MM made it up without thinking. His brain was working fast, trying to come up with more lies to cover up the situation.

"Cheese fries. Cookies and custard?" Butcher smiled and said, "Sounds good."

"Does it taste like lying?" Butcher continued, his tone full of amusement.

MM was stunned, wondering why Butcher knew she was lying.

But Butcher didn't keep him waiting for long and gave the answer directly.

"I connected your phone to the software that can locate your stupid friend." Hearing this, MM became unhappy.

I didn’t expect that this grandson would actually connect his mobile phone to this kind of software.

"So where are you?" Butcher continued, a hint of impatience in his voice.

. . . . . .

On the street, the sun shines on the wide road, and Maeve is posing for the camera in a carefully arranged scene.

She was dressed in gorgeous and handsome clothes, with an upright posture and a firm eyes, and every movement she made exuded confidence and charm.

She is currently shooting for her latest promotional video, which is a visual feast showing her superhero style.

In fact, Maeve has become a little numb to these photo shoots. The confidence she shows in front of the camera is just a professional habit formed over the years.

She thought to herself that these people were always curious about the life of a superhero, but how could they truly understand the hardships and complexities involved.

"She, this... this looks like a superhero!" The host on the side saw Maeve's performance, his eyes flashing with surprise, and he couldn't help but exclaimed.

The host's voice was full of excitement and excitement, as if a real superhero appeared before his eyes.

"That's great!" the host emphasized again, his tone full of praise for Maeve.

But Maeve was too lazy to pay attention to the host's praise.

She just raised the corners of her mouth slightly, smiled and said: "Okay, let's continue..."

She felt somewhat helpless. These compliments were meaningless to her. She was just completing her job mechanically.

After a while, everyone was ready and the filming of the promotional video officially started.

Maeve stood in front of the camera and began to speak confidently: "People always ask me, you know, what it's like to live with my crew."

Her voice was clear and pleasant, full of infectiousness. "In fact, we are all very good friends."

Maeve said with a smile, her eyes showing her deep affection for the team members.

At this moment, a hint of warmth did flash through her heart. Thinking back on all the things she had experienced with her team members and the mutual support during those difficult times, she cherished this friendship even more.

"Behind the scenes, like we were talking to..." Maeve suddenly stopped here.

Her eyes were attracted by a woman walking towards her not far away, and a hint of surprise and joy flashed in her eyes.

An inexplicable excitement suddenly surged in her heart. The appearance of this woman surprised her and also evoked some memories deep in her heart.

She ignored the filming and walked over quickly. "Hey, Irina!"

She greeted warmly, a big smile on her face.

Irina responded with a "Hey." Her voice was gentle and pleasant.

Maeve quickly explained to the others: "This is my friend."

Her tone was full of pride and joy, as if she was introducing a precious treasure to everyone.

Maeve was a little nervous. She didn't know what Irina's appearance would bring, and she was also worried about whether her behavior in front of everyone was appropriate.

"I left a lot of messages." Irina was still talking.

But when Maeve said they were just friends, she couldn't help but ask, "Friends?"

There was a hint of confusion and loss in her eyes, and she seemed a little surprised by Maeve's definition.

Maeve's heart tightened as she realized that her words might have hurt Irina a little.

She quickly thought about how to explain it in her mind. But after seeing the cameras around her, Irina quickly said, "Yes, this is our relationship, we are friends."

A smile appeared on her face again, and her eyes revealed understanding and cooperation.

Maeve breathed a sigh of relief and was grateful for Irina's understanding.

Then she turned to Maeve and asked, "Can you please ask them to turn that off?"

There was a hint of request in her tone, and she obviously didn't want to be exposed too much in front of the camera.

Maeve immediately understood Irina's thoughts, and she secretly decided in her heart that she must solve this problem as soon as possible and not let Irina feel uncomfortable.

Maeve did not do what Irina said, but decisively said to the camera team behind her: "Give me five minutes! Okay?"

Her tone was firm and her eyes revealed an unquestionable light.

After saying that, he held Irina's hand tightly and quickly left the filming site.

Maeve was a little flustered at the moment. She didn't want to make Irina feel uncomfortable, but she also didn't want Irina's appearance to affect the shooting progress.

She secretly planned in her mind to solve this problem as soon as possible and then return to filming.

Having said that, the filming team still secretly followed and filmed the conversation between the two.

Their professional instincts prevented them from missing out on this potentially wonderful moment, and even though they knew it might not be ethical to do so, they still chose to take the risk for the sake of ratings.

"Yes...we're filming a reality show," Maeve said, with a hint of helplessness in her voice.

She knew that Irina was not interested in this kind of reality show and even felt a little disgusted with it, but she had no choice because it was her job.

"This is really pervasive." Irina sighed, her eyes full of disgust.

She couldn't understand why people were always so interested in other people's lives and why they couldn't give others some privacy.

"What are you doing here?" Maeve asked, with a hint of reproach in her tone.

She knew that Irina didn't like her working environment and didn't like being exposed to the public, so she was a little surprised and angry about Irina's appearance.

"I will never show up in the bank where you work." Maeve seemed a little angry, and there was a hint of dissatisfaction in her eyes.

She felt that Irina should respect her work and not show up when she was working so as not to affect her work efficiency.

"I'm worried about you!" Irina said angrily, her eyes full of concern.

She knew that Maeve's job was dangerous and that Maeve had been in some trouble recently, so she came here to visit her despite Maeve's objections.

"I had a bad night," Maeve said with a sigh, a hint of fatigue in her eyes.

She thought of what happened that night, and her heart was filled with helplessness and pain. She didn't know how to explain it to Irina, nor did she know how to face her own heart.

"Your cold and distant attitude may work on others, but it has no effect on me!" Irina's tone was full of determination, and her eyes revealed a hint of stubbornness.

She knew Maeve was a strong and independent person, but she also knew the fragility and loneliness deep inside her.

She didn't want Maeve to bear the pain alone, she wanted to stay with Maeve and give her support and encouragement.

“Could you please keep your voice down?”

Maeve saw Irina was getting louder and louder, so she quickly asked her to lower her voice.

"Tell me! What on earth happened!?" Irina ignored Maeve's request.

She looked at her very seriously, as if she would not listen to her unless she said it out loud.

Looking at Irina's appearance, Maeve sighed. (End of this chapter)