American comics: Enlightenment in Arkham, Ascension to Homelander

Looking at the sudden burst of fire, Rogge cursed in dissatisfaction.

"Fuck!"

While cursing, she took a half step back and raised her hand to block her forehead.

In today's world, as long as the brain is not injured, as long as it is rescued in time, it can probably be saved.

So the main place she covered was only the head.

But...

Just in front of her eyes, when the fire of the grenade exploded to a diameter of about half a meter.

Donton suddenly opened his hands.

Mental power is far more solid than any metal. In an instant, Donton used mental power to block the fire and shock wave of the grenade explosion at 360 degrees, as well as fragments.

He was like holding a huge balloon and squeezing it a little smaller. He actually shrunk the fire of the explosion to the size of a golf ball!

Donton raised his right hand, and his fingers were holding the explosion the size of a golf ball.

Next, he showed the fire between his fingers to Rogge, who was stunned in the distance.

"How about it, Roger, is it fun to watch?

I heard that you are well-informed and have seen all kinds of fancy things, so have you seen this?"

While speaking, Donton opened his mouth, stuffed the explosion directly into his mouth, and then made a swallowing gesture.

Coincidentally, the bar receptionist moved at this time. The woman who looked a little strong picked up a half bottle of wine from under the bar and threw it in Donton's direction.

Donton caught the bottle casually and then poured the strong liquor into his throat.

Gulp...

After several mouthfuls, when the bottle was empty, Donton burped with satisfaction.

Burp!

Boom! ! !

Donton untied the shock wave that was wrapped in the strong mental thoughts and fell into his stomach. The violent flames and shock waves flew out of Donton's mouth and rushed all the way to the several people who were observing in front of him.

The hair of two guys was directly sprayed out of shape by this small barbecue, and even their scalps were burned to expose the implants.

"Fuck!"

"What the hell is this?"

"It's really a ghost!"

"Fuck, when did such a monster appear in Night City?"

"How can I get involved with such a guy in my next life?"

"This guy doesn't have any implants. Is he a secret weapon of biotechnology?"

"What the hell? Charizard! But where is my Poké Ball!"

"I want to learn this trick too. Can I do it with a titanium stomach?"

The people around were talking to each other, and there was no longer the posture of shooting in unison.

At the same time, Rogge couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, then shook his head at Donton with a smile, shaking his hair and saying at the same time.

"I am knowledgeable? Who said that? He must not have seen what I just saw.

Believe me, I thought I had seen a lot of strange things.

But you... are really a bit too strange!"

At this point, Rogge suddenly pulled out his gun and pointed the muzzle at the ceiling.

"Okay, bastards, the game time is over!

You'd better not forget where you are, this is the afterlife!

If you don't want to welcome your afterlife now, then I advise you to keep your eyes and mouths shut and get out of my store!

I'll treat you to your drinks today, now get out, I have more important people to serve, so I don't have time to waste my energy on you!"

Bang, bang, bang!

Rogge fired a series of shots at the ceiling until the magazine was empty.

Then she reached her hand to her ear and slid it, and then said to the gatekeeper guarding outside the door.

"Emerick, there will be a lot of bastards leaving in groups next, don't pay attention to them.

After the last person leaves, remember to close the door, we're closed today!"

After that, Rogge hung up the call, then came to Donton and put Donton's coat on him.

Then, Rogge sat next to Donton and said to the bartender who was slowly getting up from the bar.

"Claire, it's rare to see you shrink like this. What's wrong? Were you scared by our King of the Afterlife?"

"I was scared, but not by the King of the Afterlife, but by a shirtless fool..."

Claire responded, spreading her hands to Roger, and then asked.

"What would you like to drink?"

"A glass of Johnny Silverhand. Damn it, at a time like this, I need something crazy to wake up my brain."

Rogge answered, lit a cigarette, and then handed the cigarette to Donton.

"Do you smoke?"

"Of course."

Donton smiled and took the cigarette, took a puff, and then raised his hand to knock on the bar.

While knocking, he continued.

"Since she drinks Johnny Silverhand, I'll have a glass of Roger. There should be a Roger's bar here?"

"Hey, Donton, only dead people will be on the drink list!"

Rogge glanced at Donton unhappily.

"If you want to drink my taste, then Claire, give him a whiskey sour."

"Forget it, haha, just give me a David. As for your whiskey sour, who wants to drink something that's not on the menu?"

Donton interrupted Roger.

Hearing this, the bartender Claire was slightly stunned, and then couldn't help shaking her head.

"Hey, although Roger's wine is not on the menu, I at least know her taste.

But who is this David? Is he your friend? What flavor of wine does he like? If you tell me, I can help you mix it. "

"Haha, the wine he likes is all the things that the people he likes like, and there is no taste that he likes.

Since there is no wine for him, forget it. At least I haven't heard the news of his death, right?"

After Donton agreed, he knocked on the bar lightly while thinking.

Then he continued to say to Claire.

"I want a vodka on the rocks, followed by lime juice and ginger juice, and most importantly, a little love."

"Wuhu, it sounds good, is this your wine?

Do I need to write it down and put it on the wine list after you die?"

Claire asked Donton with a smile, and Donton quickly shook his head.

"Don't make a fuss, this is a wine of a friend of mine."

"But why do you say so much, but always talk about other people's wine, where is your own wine, Donton?

Since you have come to the afterlife and are still shouting that you want to become a legend, you should at least leave something of your own, right? "

Claire boldly choked Downton, then raised her hand and pointed at the wine list in her hand.

Looking at Claire's actions, Downton thought for a moment, then raised his head with a smile.

"My wine list, then remember it, half a glass of gin, and half a glass of rye whiskey. I like to see them fighting in my glass, haha!"

While laughing, Downton turned his head and looked at the people around him who were leaving the afterlife and said to Rogge.

"Why are there so many people leaving? I thought everyone here was yours. Aren't you the queen of the afterlife?"

"That's a really ugly name, haha."

Hearing Downton's question, Rogge laughed all of a sudden, and while laughing, she explained to Downton.

"They call me the queen of the afterlife, but all I have is the afterlife.

There is no land in Night City that belongs to me, and there is no gang here that I manage.

Mercenaries like to get close to me because it is easier for big deals to happen around me. There are many zeros behind those deals, and they can also increase their reputation.

As for the reason why I have so many deals here, you all know it. I have lived a long life and have lived with too many bastard legends.

In this way, people who spend a lot of money are more willing to believe in my qualifications, and people who hope to make a lot of money are constantly approaching me.

As for my own people, haha, how many people can I have?

With that money, I might as well raise more hackers to process information. Why waste money on a few guns? "

When he said this, Claire's wine was also mixed, so Roger raised his hand to hold Donton's shoulders, and at the same time took his Johnny Silver Hand and drank it in one gulp.

"Huh, damn, Silver Hand's taste is still so strong.

As for you, Donton, you have to know what Night City is.

The company spent a lot of money here, and the New American government also spent a lot of effort here. Too many guns and soldiers have died around this city, but until now, this city is still free in name.

Although Lucius, that idiot, is not a good mayor, he managed to hold on to the unification war and prevent Night City from being completely swallowed up by any single party.

This is bad, because war will always be brewing in this city.

But this is also great at the same time. Because this place is so chaotic, each of us at least has a chance to resist, and will not completely lose the opportunity to resist the company or government like the land controlled by each other!"

When Roger said this, Downton's wine was also mixed, so Downton raised his hand to take it.

After taking a sip of Jack Wells, Downton smiled slightly and then drank it all.

Putting down the wine glass, Downton looked at Roger and asked.

"So you are still eager to resist?"

"I'm eager for shit, those are unreliable things, only money is reliable.

What I mean is that Night City is a good place to make money. It is not controlled by any single enterprise, so it will not become a breeding ground for any single enterprise.

It is so chaotic, so wealth comes into being. As long as you are willing to go out of the room and work hard, there will always be a bullet that can help you earn food and drink, and toys that make your scalp numb in bed.

There is also a bullet that will take your life, which will determine whether you are unknown or become a legend~"

As he spoke, Rogge looked into Donton's eyes.

Looking at Donton's careless eyes, she swallowed her saliva, and then patted Donton's shoulder enthusiastically.

"As you said, you want to become a legend, as the king of the afterlife.

Then I will help you, because my qualifications tell me not to refuse someone who can never be stopped.

But if you want me to pave the way for you to become a legend, you must at least refer to my opinions or listen to my arrangements.

Don't act on your own, man. If you continue like you just did, you will only become another urban legend in Night City in an uproar, not a legend that they flock to.

Because this city looks down on anyone who doesn't fight back!

Even if you can withstand a nuclear bomb with your tortoise shell and all the weird stuff, this city will still look down on you.

Because the real legends recognized by this city are either the ones who detonated the nuclear bomb, or the ones who made sure that the nuclear bomb never had a chance to detonate.

And you? No resistance? Let them attack you? And you want to use this to show your strength?

Come on, man, what kind of bullshit doctrine of the mean do you believe in?

Promise me, Donton, if you really want to become a legend, then kill everyone who stands in your way in the future.

Don't even give them a chance to speak!

This is what a true king of the afterlife should look like! "

Yesterday I felt a little better, and my friend asked me to drink. As a result, after two bottles of beer, red spots appeared all over my body, and my headache worsened. It was terrible.