American comics: Enlightenment in Arkham, Ascension to Homelander

No. 35 Wilson

"Millions of people!"

Hearing Floyd's words, Geralt couldn't help showing a surprised expression of a teddy bear, and he couldn't help but snort.

But Ciri in the back seat couldn't help but speak to Floyd.

"Millions of people, tut, tut, it's a terrible number, but are you sure those people were not killed by Tang?

The first time I met Tang, it was in another city that looked similar to yours. That world looked very similar to you.

You know, in that world, Tang killed hundreds of millions of people in the world!

Of course, Tang killed all the guys who were committing crimes or participating in crimes in the world at that time, and by the way, he almost emptied a city called TaoQ.

Before I met Tang, I thought that hundreds of thousands of deaths and injuries were already a great disaster.

But now, millions?"

Ciri sighed leisurely.

"In the eyes of the gods, millions of people are probably not as meaningful as an interesting ant.

And, haha, don't you think we are the ants around Tang?

But to be honest, at least in the eyes of women, a bastard like Tang is very attractive.

He is not only handsome, but also full of security!

Geralt, what do you think?"

Ciri asked Geralt, and then looked at Geralt expectantly.

Hearing Ciri's words, Geralt took a deep breath and shook his head.

"What do I think? What do I think?

If you ask me, I think you should stay away from Tang. This is my advice!"

After the voice fell, Geralt turned around and looked at Ciri seriously.

Faced with Geralt's suggestion, Ciri was silent for a moment, then chuckled and shook his head.

"I don't want to, because it's hard for me to meet a guy like Tang again.

If I can get him, wouldn't it be me taking advantage? After all, I was playing a god at that time!"

Gaba!

Ciri's words made Geralt unconsciously clench his teeth, and he couldn't help but clench his hand holding the Magnum revolver.

So the next moment...

Bang!

After a loud bang, the bullet shot directly through the car window and hit the wall of a building on the distant street.

The sudden gunshot alerted half of the street. For a moment, dozens of people on the street took out their guns and watched their surroundings vigilantly.

Gotham is already full of martial virtues, and Gotham has been in chaos recently. So even though there are not many people on this street, almost everyone has a weapon in their hands.

At the same time, two motorcycles parked on the side of the road started up quickly and chased all the way to the direction of the Rolls-Royce driver's seat.

While keeping a distance from the Rolls-Royce, the gangsters riding motorcycles pointed their pistols at Floyd.

Looking at the muzzle of the gun aimed at his group, Geralt unconsciously gritted his teeth and then said expressionlessly.

"Sorry, I seem to have damaged your car and attracted a lot of attention."

"Haha, it's a small matter, just don't get yourself cut by the glass.

It's just a broken car. If Don and Bruce are willing, they can move the production line of Rolls-Royce to their home.

As for the person outside who is aiming at me, this is quite interesting. I hope it's not one of us."

While Floyd said to Geralt, he took out his gun.

Then he lowered the window and exposed his face to the gangsters on motorcycles.

After one look, the gangster was shocked.

"Death Shooter Boss! How could you be driving? Isn't the person sitting in the back of the car the Revenant Boss?!!"

"Aha, you are our Revenant Party again?"

Floyd shook his head helplessly, then put down his gun, and the younger brother on the motorcycle quickly took back his gun.

Listening to Floyd's question, the younger brother of the Revenant Party drank in confusion and responded.

"Boss Death Shooter, I used to be a member of the Irish Gang.

But after the incident in Washington a few days ago, Boss Ozwald came to our territory and met my boss.

I don't know what happened, anyway, after that meeting, even my boss became Boss Ozwald's younger brother.

Then I was arranged by Mr. Ozwald, the boss's boss, to look after the place on this old street."

Speaking of this, the gang members also felt a little confused.

In the past, the places that these gangs looked after were either bars or karaoke halls, and the more high-end ones stayed in casinos or other places.

But now, what the hell, the place I was assigned to was actually on the street!

Is this fucking the whole city the territory of the Dead Souls? Otherwise, how can I be a gangster and start doing the work of a policeman?

Just when the gangster brother was still thinking, Floyd was stunned for a moment, then stretched his hand out of the car window and waved.

"Okay, get out of here. You have no right to know who is in this car!"

"Ah... OK, boss!"

The younger brother hurriedly slowed down, then rode the motorcycle back to his original position and talked about Floyd with several gang brothers who were patrolling together.

After he left, Floyd raised the window and gave Geralt a helpless smile.

"I thought I could have a good street gunfight.

But you have also seen that this city has completely changed since I don’t know when, and it has become a bit unfamiliar to me!

By the way, it seems that it started when the Romans went crazy. After that, Boss Tang became more and more powerful, and there were no opponents in Gotham.

Except for working at night, I hardly meet anyone worth shooting during the day. If this continues, I will have to go to other cities to keep my skills..."

After the words fell, Floyd put the gun back in frustration.

Geralt glanced at Floyd with envy.

"Wouldn't it be the best thing if the city never needed you to use a weapon again?

Now I just want to find a city that is better for witchers and without too much trouble to live in peace and stability.

Hell, I'd even give up the girls in the brothel who were worth rescuing if that were the case! "

"Hey, Geralt, I'm still here, can you please stop saying that in front of me?"

Ciri raised her middle finger to Geralt in a funny way, and Geralt rolled his eyes at her.

"What you just talked about was even more extreme than mine. Shirley, I thought you had really grown up!"

"So being able to get involved in issues related to brothels means you're grown up?"

"Otherwise, is there any other definition of growing up?"

Geralt and Ciri exchanged banter with each other, and their interactions seemed too amusing to Freud.

As someone who has played the Witcher games, Freud is sincerely happy for White Wolf and Ciri to see them living so happily.

And while Floyd was listening to the two chatting, suddenly, a shadow suddenly completely covered the Rolls-Royce.

The next moment, Floyd raised his head in disbelief and looked at the silver-black dragon slowly floating above the car in shock!

"What the hell!"

Just listen to Floyd yelling.

"Tang Ju really brought that thing back, I'm afraid scholars all over the world will go crazy!

Forget about Tang's past. Except for family members, few people knew what Tang was doing, and those people didn't even know about Tang's ability to travel to other worlds.

But now, haha, I can already guess how many people will forward the next news! "

After the words fell, Floyd's eyes shone brightly as he admired the handsome and ferocious appearance of Silver Winged Evil Star.

And while Freud was admiring it, the existence of this dragon also started in Gotham, gradually sweeping the world into a fierce news storm!

Just like in New York City right now, in a high-end coffee shop near the New York Stock Exchange.

Slade Wilson held the tablet in his hand, pointed at the live broadcast on it and said to the guy sitting opposite him.

"Are you sure that the person standing on top of this thing is the goal you want me to accomplish this time?"

After the words fell, Slade Wilson was silent for a moment, and then placed the tablet on the table.

Slade said amusedly while tapping the tablet idly with his fingers.

"For such a terrifying goal, you only gave me three billion. Are you kidding me, my friend?

That is a dragon, a silver-black dragon that looks at least a hundred meters long, and your target is standing on the back of that dragon!

Think about how difficult it is to deal with a guy who can control such a dragon, not to mention that as we sit here, we don't even dare to say his name and code name.

Such a guy wants to get rid of me for three billion? "

After the words fell, Slade Wilson stood up and left.

Looking at Slade's back, his employer thought for a moment, then opened his palms with heavy eyes.

"I can increase it to five billion!"

"Haha, five billion, you should use that little money to raise your dozen illegitimate daughters.

If you want me to deal with that guy in Gotham, you have to spend at least 50 billion and put it in front of me.

And these 50 billion must be at my disposal before I take action. That way, after I spend all these 50 billion, I may be enlightened enough to seek death in front of that guy in Gotham! "

Having said this unceremoniously, Floyd sneered and shook his head, then walked further and further away.

He is indeed one of the best killers in the industry, and has an undefeated mission completion rate.

But where does his perfect task completion rate come from?

Of course, choose your mission target correctly!

As for Downton, Slade feels that he will never regard him as a mission target!

Because after carefully investigating Downton and analyzing Downton's abilities as much as possible.

Slade was very sure that that guy could really throw himself into the sun!

And myself...

I haven't avenged myself and that bastard from Star City yet, and I haven't been bored enough to seek death!

Even if in his heart he really wanted to challenge Downton, the ultimate prey that could never be hunted by him.

But before that, I have to at least kill the other bastard!

And if his intelligence was correct, just three days ago, the bastard Oliver reappeared in Star City, the hometown of Team Rocket!

I have obviously lost everything, but you still want to go back to your old life, and are you even planning to inherit your rich fortune?

Oliver, wait for me, I will come to you, I will!

Thinking of this, Slade Wilson's expression became more and more serious.

At the same time, the guy who almost became Slade's employer on the coffee table stood up and spoke to Slade from a distance.

“If you don’t dare to take action against that guy, just say you don’t dare.

Fifty billion, haha, how dare you say it, you are so brazen..."

call out! ! !

Before the guy had finished speaking, a flying knife had pinned his heart accurately!

Looking at the knife hilt that suddenly appeared on his chest, the employer didn't even have time to feel the pain, his mind was already filled with panic and adrenaline.

"You...how dare you attack me? I'm from the Dupont family..."

"Shut up, that will give you a few more seconds so you can see clearly how you are going to die, bastard!"

Slade turned around and interrupted his employer's words, then came back to his employer, raised his finger and tapped the handle of the knife on his employer's chest.

"My throwing knife is very fast. If you don't pull him out, you can still hold on for a while.

But do you think I will leave this carefully crafted flying knife on you?

Dupont family, haha, I admit that this family has some background, but they are them, you are you, you are just a glove they put on for themselves before doing the dirty work! "

At this point, Slade raised his hand and grasped the small handle of the flying knife under the horrified expression of his employer.

Looking at Slade's movements, his employer raised his hand with a twisted expression and asked in a pleading voice.

“Don’t, don’t pull it out, please!

I am a glove, I am what you call a glove, but I also have some savings of my own.

I can give you 200 million to buy my life. Please don’t draw the knife. By the way, call me for emergency help. I...? ! ! "

Bah...

With a crisp sound, Slade pulled out the throwing knife while suddenly retreating to the left.

Tsk tsk tsk!

The surging blood rushed straight out of the employer's pericardium and splashed all the way to the nearly five-meter-high ceiling of the large cafe.

This coffee shop is meant for all kinds of big shots to have private conversations, so it does a good job of maintaining privacy.

But no matter how private this place is, you can't let someone's blood become a fountain and spray onto the ceiling without being discovered by others.

Screams suddenly started, followed by alarm sounds and so on.

Listening to the chaotic sounds outside, Slade picked up a napkin and wiped his throwing knife before putting it back into the lining of his coat.

Then, Slade pushed open the screen and shouted to the people who were gradually surrounding him.

“Come help, holy shit, this bastard accidentally stabbed himself through the heart with a table knife and he fell down!

Help, come help, hurry up and give me milk!

He is a member of the Dupont family and has a terrifyingly high status. He must not die here! ! ! "

After briefly guiding the thinking of the guys around him, Slade blended into the crowd skillfully and disappeared soon after.

Meanwhile, on the Gotham side.

Watching the giant dragon suddenly appear in the sky in the city center, and listening to the thrilling roar of the dragon.

In Arkham Asylum, all the doctors and patients suddenly seemed to be possessed by evil spirits. One after another, they stayed in place like sculptures in a daze.

In only one ward, a patient known as the Mad Hatter looked at the window opposite the restraint bed in disbelief, and opened his mouth in astonishment.

“What the hell is going on, what’s going on in Gotham right now!

First there were the Greek gods, then Doctor Who who appeared during World War II, then the troublesome young master of the Wayne family, and the scary guy who must not even be named.

Everything has changed since that guy showed up in Gotham, and I really miss the time when the Romans were still around. "

After the words fell, the Mad Hatter took a deep breath and then closed his eyes.

But just as he closed his eyes, a piercing scream suddenly reached his ears.

"It's so strange, what's wrong with everyone, why are they all motionless?

I understand, are you playing games with me? Is this game called Wooden Man?

As your dean, how can you play games without me, haha! "