Today is the day John McCann is discharged from the hospital.

In the hospitalization system in the United States, unless you are willing to keep paying, no matter how serious the injury is, as long as it stabilizes, you can go home to recuperate.

"John, you are too impulsive."

An Asian man in a suit helped John McCann get into the car, then sat next to him, motioned to the driver to drive, and after chatting awkwardly for a few times about the improvement of his injury and his concern, he saw that John McCann did not answer.

After a moment of silence, he couldn't help but speak his mind.

"I know you are devastated, but you shouldn't give away all your property."

As John McCann's manager, he dutifully advised: "You will still have to live in the future..."

John McCann still said nothing.

The manager sighed and said nothing more.

He is still too young as a customer. If it had been someone else, he would have cried in front of the camera every day, and then earned traffic and achieved success.

But John just remained silent and even denied his publicity plan.

Now he has donated all his wealth to charity. He looks like he has seen through the world. Every day he just takes out his mobile phone to call his deceased fiancée's mobile phone and listens to his fiancée's last message.

The love is so deep that he doesn't know what to say when he encounters such an immature customer.

After sending John McCann home and before leaving, the manager couldn't help but said: "John, I won't say anything else. You have a good rest for a while, and then continue to draw Chapter 6 as soon as possible. You

Always live.”

"I won't draw another chapter six."

John McCann finally spoke.

"What?"

The manager couldn't sit still at all: "What do you mean you can't draw Chapter 6 again? This is your job."

"Chapter 6 I have no inspiration."

John McCann said calmly: "I want to draw new comics."

"Have you got inspiration?"

The manager breathed a sigh of relief: "What's the story?"

John McCann was silent again.

"Okay, as long as you have an idea, have a good rest and I'll come over to see you tomorrow."

The manager stood up, said something and left.

John McCann watched him leave, and then looked at the TV at home, his eyes full of longing.

I don’t know how long it took, but the TV suddenly turned on, and six familiar faces came into view. John McCann stared at the picture on the TV. When the screen went black again, he suddenly laughed loudly, smiled, and just

He started to cry loudly and shouted his fiancée's name heartbreakingly.

The next day.

When the manager came over, he found a lot of new drawings on the table. His eyes suddenly lit up. When he picked them up and looked at them, he frowned.

This should be the inspiration for the new comics mentioned by John McCann, but it is completely different from his previous drawing style, too dark.

But he can understand it.

The works of any creator are the projection of personal will. It is normal for John McCann, who suffered such a tragic experience, to create such a dark style of painting.

"what do you think?"

John McCann woke up, saw his manager looking at his new manuscript, and asked.

"A bit like Marvel's Punisher."

The manager looked at John McCann in surprise and saw that although his eyes still couldn't hide the pain, they were less desperate and more energetic than before. Although he didn't understand why they were so big in one night.

There were changes, but he still gave it as much confirmation as possible: "That's the name, night?"

"This is an old name that was conceived before."

John McCann pushed the wheelchair over. As he spoke, he took a pen and added a stroke to the title of the book on the drawing.

"Knight(Dark Knight)?"

The manager took a look and nodded: "This is interesting!"

With the addition of an extra K, the style of the comic changes, from a gloomy and desperate decadent style to an anti-heroic superhero comic. The audience will be much larger, and the possibility of making money will also be greatly increased.

Mountainside villa.

"I'm leaving?"

Justine dragged her luggage and said to Chuck: "Are you sure you don't want me to stay and clean up? I don't have to go there."

"Need not."

Chuck shook his head: "Work is for living. Now that the incident involving Bloody John and the murder website has basically subsided, you can return to normal life. Go on vacation abroad to see your mother and sister. This is a normal life."

"Okay, thank you very much."

Justine glanced at Chuck, said nothing, thanked him, and left with her luggage.

The money for visiting her mother and sister on vacation abroad was given by Chuck, who said it was welfare. Although she vaguely wondered whether Chuck was going to do some experiments with his best friend, or even his best friend and sister, during this period, would she stay here?

It's convenient, but when I think about Chuck's completely unabashed approach, I'm not sure about this guess.

Although I am worried that my best friend will not be able to get out of this abnormal relationship, she is an adult and this is her own choice, so she cannot say anything.

Chuck watched Justine leave, returned to the villa, came to the bedroom, and said to the air: "Have you started?"

The big TV screen suddenly lit up, and six fierce faces appeared.

late at night.

Chuck was busy in the kitchen when a dark figure quietly approached. Chuck continued washing vegetables without noticing.

A hand knife hit Chuck hard on the neck.

Chuck took a step back, letting his knife miss, and then hit the black shadow behind him with his elbow.

The black shadow groaned, endured the pain, and punched Chuck in the face.

Chuck stretched out his hand, twisted the shadow's arm with one hand, buckled him backwards, and then kicked him on the butt, sending him flying away.

The black shadow rolled to the ground. When he looked over again, he was suddenly furious, but saw that Chuck had time to cut a tomato with his other hand.

The black shadow, filled with rage, refused to hold back and attacked Chuck's vital parts. This was a trick he had become perfect at lately.

Chuck frowned, kicked away the black fist coming from the black shadow, kicked the black shadow again on the butt, and then followed the black shadow flying out on the ground, kicking the black shadow one after another.

Shadow's butt was used as a football and kicked on the ground.

"enough!"

Black Shadow wanted to resist, but no matter how hard he tried, his strength, speed, and skills were all of different magnitudes and he really couldn't resist. Finally, he simply stopped and said, "You have recognized me, haven't you?"

"No!"

Chuck kept on kicking his ass hard.

"..."

Heiying was speechless, seeing that his brother was angry that he was accustomed to using the black tiger to pick out peaches recently and did not intend to recognize him, so he directly reached out to take off the mask on his face.

You can deny recognition of the voice, but you can't deny recognition of the face.

Then he realized that he was too naive. His hand that went to take off the mask was knocked off. Chuck didn't give him a chance to take off the mask at all. While blocking his movement, he continued to kick his ass.

"Christian!"

The black shadow shouted: "That's enough! I'm your brother, not your ball!"

"No, you're not!"

Chuck ignored him and continued to beat him: "My brother can't be so weak. He doesn't have a girlfriend anymore."

"..."

Under the mask, the corners of Frank's mouth twitched. He didn't know whether it was from pain or because Chuck was still teasing him.

I regret it!

Back in Wind River Valley, if he had known that this would become a lifelong joke on his brother's lips, even if he had to fight Natalie a hundred times, he would have unleashed his full potential and killed those bastards.

Chuck beat his brother for a while, then walked back to the kitchen as if nothing had happened, washed his hands, and continued cooking.

"Go and wash up, and we'll have something to eat together later."

"good!"

Frank lay on the ground for a while, leaning on the ground with his elbows, watching Chuck cooking there. When he heard this, he smiled and stood up.

By the time he finished washing, Chuck had already brought the food to the table. Frank looked at Chuck strangely: "Did you know I was coming?"

"You don't have to eat it."
To be continued...