Gotan City No.5 Middle School.

It was just dawn, the snow from last night had melted long ago, but the roses were still blooming quietly, with a cold fragrance.

Although it was summer, it was still very cool in the morning. Mike squatted at the school gate for a while, making sure that there were no one from Quinn's gang, and then ran into the school.

Of course, schools will not stop operating during the holidays. Those who need to go to school will go to school, and those who need to go to work will go to work.

The Quinn gang is not a mafia, but a group of students in this school who have formed their own gangs and followed the adults' example. They often wait for students at the gate, and they are very good at selecting their targets.

They don't care about those who are obviously poor or those who are obviously very rich. They can't get any money from the former, and the latter may have powerful relatives or friends. So they choose the mediocre ones, such as Mike, who are given a certain amount of pocket money by their parents, usually dress neatly, and even have good grades.

However, Mike not only has good grades, but also good brains.

When he first met Quinn's gang, he obediently handed over his wallet to avoid being dragged to the back door of the school and beaten. Then he began to observe them. He soon discovered their selection pattern. After that, he would change into his own torn clothes when leaving home and deliberately make himself very dirty. It was difficult to pretend to be "rich", but it was not difficult to be "poor" as long as he washed them after arriving at school.

After Mike succeeded twice, he told his experience to other classmates, which gave him a little prestige among his classmates. If they received any news, they would tell Mike.

...Mike has received such news. Quinn's gang recognized someone outside the school as their leader, who sold drugs for the leader and also took drugs themselves.

"In Gotan, it is not illegal to take small amounts of drugs," Mike told his classmates at the time. "Don't tell anyone else about this, or you'll get retaliated against."

Although the classmate was a little angry, he didn't say anything.

However, Mike knew that selling small amounts of drugs was not illegal, but selling drugs to minors was illegal in any city.

After learning the news, Mike has been thinking about how to solve it...

There's no use telling the police.

Gotan City No. 5 Middle School is located in the Odisburg District, which is a famous industrial area in Gotan. The students in this school are basically children of workers. Their parents are busy working day and night and basically cannot take care of their children. The police here are similar to those in other places - they are not irresponsible, and they will definitely intervene if a murder occurs, but how many children in the middle school are taking drugs?

I'm only one or two years away from the legal age, so I'll just take drugs.

Or should he report directly to the GCPD headquarters in the old city? But Mike couldn't think of any solution that would not involve himself. If all the boys Quinn helped were sent to drug rehabilitation centers, their parents would not be grateful to Mike, and Mike's family would not be able to continue staying in Odisburg. He would ruin his family's life.

He could only continue, watching coldly and warning his good friends to stay away from Quinn's gang.

Until a few days ago——

Mike walked into the classroom, smiling as he walked.

A big event happened a few days ago. He secretly saw that the drug dealer boss who had appeared in front of Quinn's gang was caught by a man wearing a red hood. His bones were broken in front of the boys. Then the red hood kicked the boys in the buttocks and forced them to carry the "boss" to the police station to surrender in person.

From then on, Mike and other students were finally able to go to school normally.

However, he felt a little guilty.

The boy saw how the parents of those children cursed Red Hood, the school and the police after they were sent to the drug rehabilitation center. He knew that this was wrong.

He also knew that he and other classmates were the ones who discovered earlier that something was wrong with Quinn's gang, but they all remained silent. They were waiting, waiting for others to rescue them.

They did wait for it. He later went to investigate Red Hood, a criminal. Even if he couldn't wait for Red Hood, Mike believed that he could wait for others. In the gradually changing Gotham City, they had already ushered in a good time. The police station became responsible, and the mafia was being wiped out one by one... but he still felt something was wrong.

"If Gotan is always dark," he thought, "must I hide in the dark and wait forever?"

The young man's vague thoughts and fleeting ideas would not have any impact on his life. If nothing unexpected happens, he will grow up normally. When he reaches middle age, he will tell his children stories about the past and think about what the city used to look like... However, today's Gotan City is in a fairy-tale festival, and anything is possible.

Mike took out his phone after entering the classroom. This was a habit formed by years of caution. He opened it and found that the school's part-time job club had sent a message to recruit 100 people. The work project was very strange...

"'Town Experience', what kind of job is this?"

The task was to stay in the town of South Hinckley for a day and a night. The remuneration was quite high for the students. All they had to do was stay there and write a few thousand words of suggestions to tell the person in charge what else the town needed, no matter how fantastic the suggestions were.

However, Mike is more concerned about the latter item: "If the cooperation is satisfactory, South Hinckley Township will also provide long-term jobs and daily wages."

"Nan Hinckley..." The second student who came was close to Mike. He came over to take a look. "You saw it too? I remember that Nan Hinckley was a town full of criminals. This can't be a hoax, right?"

"What kind of work do students need to do?" The student made sense. He raised his arm exaggeratedly and pinched the "muscles" on his arm. "We don't have the strength."

"I've read reports that the original townspeople seem to have moved away, and the prisoners are serving their sentences. No one knows what the town is like now," Mike typed, "but I'll still ask Owens... If this is true, then the salary is pretty good."

Owens was the guy who posted the job advertisement. Mike didn't get a response after sending the message, but he didn't rush. He put his phone aside, took out candies from his schoolbag and started distributing them. These candies were all free. The festive atmosphere enveloped the whole city, but to them, it was probably just a big sale in the supermarket, free candies, fireworks and magic shows, and a lot of foreigners coming to the city.

No tin soldiers ever came to see Mike, and the gargoyles never stopped when they flew over his head, but he didn't care.

Suddenly, a hand pressed on Mike's phone, and then the most annoying person in the class picked up his phone - the other person used to work for Quinn, but he was a marginal figure and was not arrested.

There are already quite a few people in the classroom.

The guy took Mike's phone, glanced at the screen, and sneered: "Working? Come on, Mike, Mike, by the way, is this your name? Is it you who hid and watched the boss get arrested?"

Mike said calmly: "His arrest has nothing to do with me."

"So what?" The tall and thin boy in front of him suddenly took out a gun from his arms. The classmates screamed and stepped back, but Mike could see that his safety was not opened.

He can't even turn the safety button... Mike thought, but why can't I move at all?

Time continued to stop at this moment. All he could see was the black muzzle of the gun. Mike realized that the other party just wanted to use him to establish his authority. Maybe someone revealed that it was Mike who taught them how to avoid Quinn's gang. The other party would not shoot, and he would be fine. He would be fine. He would not...

He is so scared!

All his calmness collapsed at this moment. He caught a glimpse of students retreating in fear from the corner of his eye. He froze in his seat and heard his heart beating like a drum.

There is only one guy in front of me.

There was only one person who didn't know how to turn on the safety latch.

They have more people, they can definitely subdue him, and his gun may not even have bullets... Mike told himself this over and over again. He stood up, and at that moment he felt that all the sounds around him disappeared. Only the enemy's mouth opened and closed, and the sunlight poured in through the window sills, as if the whole world was shaking in the light.

Mike suddenly felt a surge of inexplicable anger.

Why didn't he resist? Why didn't he resist? Why didn't others resist?

"Click", he heard the sound of the insurance being opened, but the next second, Mike immediately jumped over.

He saw the boy from Quinn's gang shooting at him in panic. The gunman was more terrified than Mike, an unarmed guy. He might have just found a gun at home and brought it to school to threaten his classmates... The boy never thought that he would commit a murder.

Time seemed to have truly stopped at this moment.

Mike continued to lunge forward, and the boy fell backwards under the recoil.

...it's really stagnant.

Mike's pupils slowly moved to the left. He saw a figure suddenly appearing beside him, and a pair of long boots belonging to the magician, with a purple base and intricate silver patterns embroidered on them. The magician slowly walked over, raised his hand, and touched Mike's hair. A little tin soldier stood on the magician's boots, holding a gun and looking up at Mike.

The magician's hands were like marble, cold and without any temperature. Mike shuddered, but he still couldn't move. However, at this moment he suddenly sensed the other person's thoughts -

[There shouldn’t be a bloodbath on Children’s Day.]

The anger in Mike's heart suddenly disappeared, as quietly as snow melting. He was thinking about nothing now, and his thoughts seemed to have stopped.

Then, he saw the silhouette of the tin soldier lengthen, and a silver card appeared in front of Mike's eyes. On the card, there was a Gothic architectural relief of Gothic City, and the card slowly turned over.

Mike saw his own face, an angry face.

Boom——

At this moment, all the lost anger came back and completely filled his heart.

[Silver·Costume: Mask of Fury]

[The mask almost fits the human face, showing a black pattern. When you put on the mask, you can control steel when driven by anger.]

[The more anger you have, the stronger your power will be—but be careful not to be consumed by anger.]

Mike's heart was pounding.

Time resumed its flow, the bullet turned a corner, and the gun in the boy's hand was twisted into a knot, and it wrapped around his hands, dragging him with a "thump" sound and nailing him to the blackboard. The steel bars in the wall were also vibrating, and the wall dust fluttered down, landing on Mike's head and drilling into his nose, and then -

“A-choo!”

He sneezed.

The shaking stopped.

He turned his head blankly, and his classmates also looked at him blankly. Suddenly someone said, "Mike——"

"You've become a superpower!"

"No..." Mike lowered his head and looked at his hands.

This power has a price. When he took the card, he realized that he could no longer take off the mask on his face. They were completely bound together. This was the first reason. The second price was that -

He can use this power only if he has the will to protect Gotan.

Because this power was originally created for Gotan.

…

Vivi jumped down from the tree above the South Hinckley Underground Prison. She could sense that the fear provided by the long silent night was gradually decreasing. The fear would never really disappear, but one day, the fear extracted from the long silent night would not even be able to make it work on its own, and naturally it would not be able to make the gargoyles fly.

There are always various restrictions on props. Weiwei has to prepare in advance for the props to become ineffective and the criminals to be released. When she has enough tokens, she wants to upgrade the prison to the highest level.

However, the moment she opened the activity interface, she noticed——

【"The Great Battle of Tin Soldiers"】

[Reward: Silver Card (9/10)]