Red Dead Redemption

dark alley.

The only street lamp that illuminated this alley was without any brilliance. The vertical metal poles were stained with rust, and the layers of spray paint peeled off, revealing holes. There was a big hole in the plastic lampshade at the top, and the light bulb inside had long since disappeared.

It is like a rickety old man, witnessing the years of the city, overlooking the evil in the alley.

"No, don't fight, please, I'll give you all the money..."

The man was lying on the ground, his face dipped in the muddy water, and the pain in his back made him cry, but out of his survival instinct, he had to raise his head to beg for mercy again and again, eager to get out of the beating as soon as possible.

But the three people around him were obviously not moved at all.

One white and two black, they are all seventeen or eighteen year olds. .

On the ground is a middle-aged man in his thirties.

None of them have weapons.

It stands to reason that the physical strength, experience and physical fitness of middle-aged people should be able to overcome the last time and escape.

But the middle-aged body is too weak. His skinny appearance comes from the invisible burden on his shoulders. He is carrying a family. After giving birth, his wife who is continuously sick needs treatment, and his premature daughter has been in poor condition since birth. He eats two simple meals a day, and even occasionally goes to the street to find some leftovers, and rummages through the trash like a homeless man. All the money he saves goes to the hospital, which is owned by the Wayne Group.

The above information comes from Arthur's search.

Wailing for a moment, the man gave up, or he had no strength, he could only hug his head, hoping that the three behind him could vent as soon as possible and then leave. If he couldn't resist, he could only put his name on on the opponent's body.

Three people behind.

They all come from different but similar families. Their parents are small people at the bottom, struggling to survive on the food and clothing line. Their parents do not have extra time and energy to educate them, or their parents have no inheritance of education, so they are poor since childhood. Their family background did not make them exercise the spirit of hard work. Instead, they saw the high status and luxurious life of the upper-class wealthy every day, which made them resent their parents and even resent the world. When the influence of gangs infiltrated the city, the psychology of breaking the law and getting something for nothing tore open their defense line, prompting them to gather in one place and start robbery.

Tonight, it's not their first act, but it's most likely their first kill.

Because their eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of red blood, everyone's faces did not have any panic and fear, but were full of indescribable excitement.

The three punched and kicked, and the beating position gradually moved from the back to the opponent's head. They kept exchanging glances at their feet, and then became more and more forceful.

They really want to kill.

Above the sky, a cold light flashed in Hong Fei's eyes.

Whoa!

A black shadow fell from the sky. He stepped into the puddle with his feet and caused two waves. The sudden movement shocked the three young people.

They turned around at the same time, startled when they saw the famous black bat in Gotham City, and then turned to run away from the other side of the alley.

Seeing this situation, the bat did not pursue, but leaned over and turned the middle-aged man lying on the ground over. After seeing the scarred face of the other party, the life force that was frightened but did not disappear, he suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

But after a while, the three young people who should have escaped backed back in horror.

They looked back and forth at the obstacles on both sides and couldn't help swallowing.

Batman helped the man stand up, let him rest against the wall, then looked up across the three to look across.

Wearing black armor, Long Yingchaochuo.

Ignoring the three youths, Bruce made a unique voice after changing: "Who are you?"

Not your parents anyway. This sentence popped out of Hong Fei's mind instantly.

For a moment, he did not speak, but turned his hand, seemingly pulling out a straight-edged horizontal knife from the air.

Bruce was instantly alert.

Hong Fei turned his head to look at the three young people caught in the middle, and they immediately formed a group and leaned against the wall in fright.

"You better not do that," Bruce said again.

Hong Fei still didn't answer, he stepped forward in an instant, and the horizontal knife stabbed a sharp cold light in front of him.

Bruce waved his hands in an instant, and three pitch-black bat darts were instantly activated.

One of them rushed towards the blade, and the other two attacked Hong Fei's arm and calf respectively.

Hong Fei can completely ignore it, but he doesn't want to let Bruce know more about him now, so he uses his shoulder straps and elbows, his wrists as soft as the wind, and the blade slants like an antelope hanging on his horns. Gotta go back.

Bruce's eyes narrowed, but his movements were not slow. His body flipped in the air to avoid two of them, and picked the last one directly in his hand.

After landing, Hong Fei had already attacked as soon as he raised his head.

The light of the knife is like a shadow, it flies endlessly, the pace is nimble, and it is as light as the wind.

During the attack, Bruce retreated steadily. Every time he wanted to change his hands and draw out his weapon, he would always be forced to give up by the sudden attack.

Facing the opponent's continuous attacks, Bruce didn't have any time and opportunity to think about the other party's identity and origin. He could only hit all the spirits to face the horizontal sword that could kill him at any time.

The only clue in his mind was that this kind of knife came from China!

With a muffled bang, Bruce's back slammed heavily against the wall, and he instinctively let out a muffled groan.

In the next moment, a very condensed cold light continued to expand in his pupils, Bruce's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, his ears suddenly became silent, all the outside sounds disappeared, and there was nothing but this knife light.

Once again, the threat of death.

But this time, he had no way to recover. Who would have thought that it was just an ordinary night, without any intuitive warning, that he would encounter a crisis of life and death.

Before I had time to think about anything else, the knife light was already in front of me.

Clang! ! !

A clanging sound swayed in the alley, and the sharp blade was easily inserted into the wall against Bruce's neck armor. The rustling sound of insertion in the ear indicated that the horizontal knife was not blocked in any way.

Finally, the sound stopped.

In the alley, six people were silent, and five people were shocked.

With a crackling sound, the armor on the chest of the bat suddenly burst out with a fine silky crack, the gap quickly spread and opened, and the last piece of Kevlar armor shaped like a bat dart fell to the ground, leaking the black lining that Bruce wore below.

Kevlar armor is not much better than tofu under the vibranium blade.

"You want to stop me?" Hong Fei also changed his voice.

Bruce quickly returned to his senses. He looked down at his chest, and the waves hidden in his eyes surged. When he looked up, his eyes calmed down again: "You want to kill them."

"Murderers, people will always kill them."

"They haven't killed anyone yet."

"But they want to kill."

"Thinking and doing are two different things."

"If you think about it, you will do it. If you don't do it today, you will do it tomorrow."

"But not now."

Hong Fei suddenly pulled out the horizontal knife, and the horizontal knife disappeared immediately when he backhanded.

Bruce's eyes changed again.

"So, you just let them go?"

Bruce took a light breath: "It's only temporarily, I'll leave it all to the police."

Hong Fei stared into his eyes: "Then?"

"The police will educate them."

Hong Fei nodded noncommittally, then waved to the three.

The three young men stepped back in fright.

"Take a step back and I'll chop off your legs."

Hearing the sound, Bruce stepped forward in anger, Hong Fei stretched out his hand, and the horizontal knife came out of nowhere and pierced through Bruce's shoulder instantly into the wall.

"You too, if you move, I'll stab me."

Bruce reluctantly said a word, but his eyes were fixed on Hong Fei and he did not give up. It could be seen that as long as Hong Fei wanted to kill, he would still fight desperately.

The three youths approached at a staggering pace.

Hong Fei pointed at the middle-aged man who was resting against the wall and was too scared to move.

"For you, this is a small matter of robbery and beating, but for the person involved, it is a life-threatening matter, and it is not about one person's life, but three lives."

Bruce frowned.

The middle-aged man was also stunned. Looking at Hong Fei, his gaze softened slightly, and gratitude rose in his eyes.

"I didn't want to meet you, but now, I don't mind wasting a little time with you."

Facing Hong Fei's gaze, Bruce suddenly calmed down for some reason.

In the power of the mind in full bloom, the MLM master three-piece set appeared simultaneously again.

But this time, it wasn't just bluffing.

Even Hong Fei is no longer the Hong Fei he used to be.

The power of Hong combines dragon power, light energy, qi and other powers, and also smelts the flesh.

what does this mean?

Not only is the "power of Hong" greatly improved compared to the previous energy level, power or lethality.

It also means that from now on, Hong Fei can work together in good and bad, and the final harvest will be merged into a unified force: Hong Zhili.

He does not need to control the balance between good and bad as before, so that he does not have too much energy to make his body weak, or his body is too strong and his energy is extremely low.

In the dark invasion of the Marvel universe, Hong Fei broke two cities with the help of the dark elves, and the civilian casualties were incalculable, and the loss was difficult to measure.

It's not that he didn't reflect, he just didn't regret it.

Reflection, because he found that he was indeed gradually beginning to be driven by power, rather than self-controlling it.

No regrets~www.wuxiaspot.com~ because regret has no effect.

Invading Shou Lao, he could have waited a while longer and made some improvements, because under the same time conditions, his progress would definitely surpass that of the dragon.

But he didn't, he wanted to solve his own problems as soon as possible, even if it wasn't for others, just for his own sake, he would do it as soon as possible.

Therefore, Hong Fei will always say that he is really empathetic.

Finally, the improvement of the balance between good and bad in the past, isn't it an alternative control that special abilities exert on oneself?

He doesn't want to be controlled by any conditions.

From now on, not anymore.

His good, his bad, just follow the heart, from the heart.

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