The car drove freely on the deserted road, with vast plains on both sides of the road. Austin left a gap in the car window, and the fresh air kept pouring in, making Austin's breathing become greedy.

On the second day of leaving Washington D.C., Austin was surprised to find himself seemingly transported from hell to a "paradise." The journey was smooth, without chaos, blood, or the damn gangs.

This made Austin a little surprised, and he relaxed his guard a little in his tense heart.

It wasn't until ten in the evening today that, while Austin and Pietro were resting halfway, they witnessed a motorcycle stuntman from a circus performing his last "extreme sport" with his life.

The man poured a whole bucket of gasoline on his head, mounted the motorcycle, and without hesitation, lit a lighter. In an instant, his head was engulfed in exploding flames, and his figure flew out with the roar of the motorcycle.

From far away, Austin could hear the piercing screams. Pietro's mouth grew bigger and did not close for a long time. Even he had never seen such a terrifying behavior.

The flesh and blood on the man's head were quickly burned to grease by the flames, and in the end, only a skull wrapped in flames was left, like a ghost knight from hell, crisscrossing the land.

From the sign posted at the entrance of the circus, Austin quickly found the man's name - Johnny Blaze.

Without caring about what happened next, Johnny Blaze's 'physical transformation' sounded the alarm to Austin. No matter how beautiful the world looks, what is hidden underneath is the sinking and despair that cannot be saved.

"Wake up, we are almost there." Looking at the town slowly appearing in the night, Austin patted Pietro beside him.

"So soon, how long did I sleep?" Pietro yawned.

"It's been long enough, it will be dawn in a while." Austin parked the car in the public parking lot. "Take a rest and wait until the orphanage opens. Remember, stick to the plan."

"Understood, let me replenish some energy first," Pietro responded, and then took a bag full of donuts from the back seat of the car.

To be honest, Austin doesn't want to have too much contact with the heroes of this world, because Austin doesn't know them at all, and No one knows how these lunatics would behave, whether they would help or kill him.

Fortunately for Pietro, he is just a miserable teenager, and his psychology has not been hopelessly polluted by this world, but it is hard to say for others. Those guys who are lingering under the oppression of President X will have psychological problems. Even Austin couldn't be sure how far he was perverted.

In the early morning, the town gradually became lively, and the People in the town continued their day-to-day work, tedious but compared to other places; this place was undoubtedly one of the few pure lands in the United States at this time.

Austin patted his face, put on a professional smile, and walked straight into the door of the welfare home.

This welfare home was funded by Emma personally and belonged to the "New Generation Church" she had established. Austin didn't know much about this church. He only knew that it was founded to develop the next generation better. Most of the believers are pregnant mothers.

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The orphanage was established to help children who were homeless or even abandoned by their parents. It is said that in order to build this orphanage, Emma spent more than half of her worth, earning her the best reputation in the United States through national newspapers.

Almost everyone associates Emma with the word "kindness", but Austin is mentally prepared for the worst. He really doesn't believe that there are such kind people in this damn world.

"Hello, is there anything we can help you with?" After entering the orphanage, a nun quickly intercepted Austin.

Looking at the smile and enthusiastic gesture on the nun's face, Austin also smiled.

"Hello, I am a reporter from the New York Times. This time I am here to see Ms. Emma Frost. I hope she can accept an interview with me."

"The New York Times?!"

The nun was stunned for a moment, and then immediately responded. The New York Times is not a small label. The things published on it can be seen all over the country. Similarly, not everyone could be featured in this newspaper, and Emma had only appeared once.

"So, it's an interview. Please follow me."

Austin followed the nuns all the way into the orphanage. I have to say that the environment here is really good, and the construction style is similar to that of the monastery. There are a large number of plants planted in the yard, and the sound of birdsong fills the ears. Walking here, It made Austin feel better.

"Wait here for a moment. I'll inform her."

The nun gave Austin a slight bow, and then upon receiving a nod in response, turned and left.

After a while, a woman wearing white sacrificial robes and a nun slowly walked from a distance.

Seeing this, Austin couldn't help but become nervous. He immediately pinched himself hard, stood up immediately, took the camera that Quicksilver passed by from nowhere, and smiled at Emma.

"Ms. Frost, may I take a photo of you now? You are truly stunning."

"Of course." Emma did not refuse the request of the proactive man in front of her. She stopped in her tracks and smiled slightly.

Emma's voice was pleasant, with a strong mature charm. Coupled with her beautiful face, Austin believed that most men would be unable to resist such a captivating woman.

Wearing pure white sacrificial clothes, she looks so holy. These two styles of a pure angel and a charming devil appear on the same person, making people unable to help but want to get close to her and become her captive.

Click!

The camera made a crisp sound, and Austin quickly put down the camera and walked towards Emma Frost.

"Thank you for your generosity and I'm sure this photo will be on the front page of the next issue, unless the editor is blind."

"Oh, by the way, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Austin Evans. You can call me Austin. I am a reporter who just joined the New York Times last week. Do you want to see my press card? "

Austin spoke very fast. He understood that when faced with such a person with telepathic abilities, he must not allow his mind to invade on his own initiative. The best way was to take the initiative and constantly ask questions or change the topic, letting the other person's thinking follow your own.

"No need to check; I believe you. Of course, there's no need for you to be nervous either." Emma clearly felt the tension from the man in front of her, but she didn't mind.

Hearing Emma's words, Austin couldn't help but shrug his shoulders and make a funny face.

"Oh, sorry, Ms. Frost. But this is challenging for anyone. I believe no man in the world can remain calm in the face of your charming beauty. If there really is someone, then I would have to suspect that person's sexual orientation."

Austin's words caused Emma and the nun to burst into laughter. Immediately, Emma waved her hand to ask the nun to step back, and she walked to Austin's side with her long legs.

"Call me Emma. Have a seat; I'll accept your interview."

"Thank you so much, honestly, I think I should consider today as my lucky day!"

Austin sat down opposite Emma without stopping and opened the notebook in his hand. Austin's face showed a somewhat "honest" smile.

The other side of The Welfare Home.

With his powerful speed, Quicksilver entered the orphanage without attracting anyone's attention. The nuns seemed to be ordinary people, and the orphanage had many surveillance blind spots, which made it not difficult for him to sneak in.

Hidden in the shadows, Pietro turned on his cell phone and looked at his watch. Pietro knew that Austin had probably started a plan, and it was time for him to act.

Suddenly, a new message popped out.

Pietro looked down and saw that it was Austin.

[ It's too quiet, look for the kids! ]

(End Of The Chapter)...To be continued.

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