Target confirmed, Mr. Wilson, and a pair of metal wings!

"I need to use this wooden box. I will try my best to find your husband, but I can't guarantee that I will find it." Holding the wooden box, Wen Wen walked out of the villa.

"I hope you will help me find him. What will our family do without him?"

Melissa held Wen Wen's hand and said sadly. At the same time, she stuffed an envelope into Wen Wen's hand. Wen Wen squeezed it lightly. After feeling the thickness, her promise to Melissa became more sincere.

Walking on the street, Wen Wen took out a small vest. This was clothing with Wilson's scent, which could help Wen Wen find Wilson.

In fact, the smell on the underwear is stronger...but Wen Wen doesn't want to smell men's underwear on the street.

Then he took a deep sniff at the wooden box. This kind of wood has a unique fragrance, and the wings that have been placed in the wooden box all year round should be contaminated with part of this fragrance.

"With these two scents, although we can't find him directly, we can at least lock in his direction and save a lot of trouble."

The sense of smell that he had deliberately trained before came in handy here. Wen Wen chose a direction and chased him. After walking a long distance, the smell disappeared.

"Next, I'll rely on the old methods to find people."

After looking around, Wen Wen found a store and went in. Before becoming a superpower, he was a detective. He could do this without cheating.

It is not particularly difficult for Wen Wen to find a person with obvious characteristics.

Following various clues, Wen Wen found an underground clinic at night.

Judging from the information we gathered, this clinic specializes in shady business. Gangsters in Furonghe City and some criminals wanted by the police like to come here after they are injured.

Wen Wen knocked on the door, but received no response, and then his pupils shrank sharply because he smelled the smell of blood and... the smell of human decay!

He kicked open the door and saw the scene inside the underground clinic. It was like a Shura field!

…

In an underground passage, the muscular Wilson was huddled in a corner wearing tight clothes, looking a bit pitiful.

His original clothes were covered in blood. This suit belonged to the owner of an underground clinic, so it didn't fit him well.

Wilson said to himself: "I don't know if you can understand, but can you not always act without permission? If you don't want to get off me, then just listen to me, okay?"

There was no response from behind him, but the cold touch was real. The experience of the past few days was too crazy for Wilson.

To be honest, he didn't know whether he was crazy or not.

Under his coat, there was a big bulge, which made him look like he had a hunchback, and the hunchback was very serious.

But only Wilson himself knew that behind him was a pair of steel wings that were more than four meters wide when unfolded!

He purchased these wings from the chief of an indigenous tribe in the Efe region, and they were a sacred object enshrined by that tribe.

But the chief did not tell his tribe that he had sold the wings, but that they had been stolen, so the tribesmen searched for traces of the wings everywhere in the area.

They sent out a message to find the person who stole the holy relics, and made him suffer the most severe punishment and die!

Although Wilson had some money, he did not want to face the danger of his life all the time, so he took his family and the steel wings and moved to the Washington DC area.

As for why he didn't return the wings to the natives, when he bought them, it was because he felt that he was vaguely connected to the wings. Now that he had obtained them, he would not return the wings even more.

He has carried this wing with him for more than a year, and even though Wilson stroked it alone in the dead of night, it never showed any signs of magic.

But just a few days ago, while playing with it, he accidentally cut his finger on the wing, and then the wing became attached to his back. No matter what method he used, he could not take it off.

!

This wing has its own consciousness and does not require Wilson's consent to act, so in order to prevent his family from being put in danger, Wilson chose to run away from home.

However, after a few days of running-in, the wings have become slightly more restrained, and at least they are willing to sleep on Wilson's back when there is no severe stimulation.

"In a few days, in a few days...if it doesn't cause me any more trouble, I want to go home and have a look, and then stay away from here, find a place without human habitation, and never come back."

Wilson didn't want to be regarded as a monster, so the first day he was possessed by this thing, he went to an underground doctor to separate the thing from his back.

The doctor used anesthetic to paralyze Wilson, and the wings seemed to have lost their vitality. However, when the doctor approached Wilson with a scalpel, the wings suddenly popped up and stabbed the doctor through. Then, there was a bloody fight.

massacre.

When Wilson woke up, there was no one alive except him in this small underground clinic.

At this time, Wilson realized that it was basically impossible to get rid of this thing, and he should no longer think about returning to his family. This thing behind him might soon take away the people around him.

's life.

He only planned to go back and take a look, make an agreement with his wife and children, and then fly away to a place where no one would be harmed by him.

"Hey, look, there's a homeless uncle sitting there."

Wilson, who was sleeping on the ground, suddenly woke up and saw several young people with green hair pointing at him.

He recognizes this style. It seems to be the "killing aristocratic" style of dressing that has been popular in the DC area in recent years. He personally does not like this style, but he respects other people's choices and will not criticize them.

What others wear.

Wilson ignored them and continued to bury his head in his knees. He was in no mood to talk nonsense with these young people now.

Now they like to be unique and call it personality, but one day they will understand how childish this look is.

"Tsk tsk, this black uncle seems to be quite rich. I know that watch. It seems to cost several thousand..."

Several young men looked at each other and smiled. They walked up to Wilson and said contemptuously: "Uncle, you don't look like a tramp."

"What I look like has nothing to do with you." Wilson said irritably, and now his mood was not very stable.

"Hey, you speak very arrogantly."

A tall, thin young man with rainbow-colored hair pulled out a stick from his waist and stabbed Wilson in the body.
Chapter completed!