Origin of all things Arkham

Chapter 127 What You Say Doesn’t Count (13)

In Oliver's eyes, the man standing in front of him at this moment is undoubtedly mysterious and frightening.

Whether it was his previous behavior of silently killing everyone on the entire island, or the big sword in his hand that still dripped blood, it all proved that this is a guy who kills without blinking an eye.

Likely, even more exaggerated than what Slade said about himself.

Wearing a close-fitting double-breasted long trench coat with no buttons or belts, it looks a bit nondescript, and it is more inclined to the attire of some ancient priests.

The same black but longer pants, it can be seen that this person does not pay much attention to appearance and style.

Under the feet are black wide-toed high-brow leather shoes, tightly tied with the same black laces, and dark black stains can be seen faintly on them...

That is blood.

It must be blood.

What Oliver cared more about was his face.

It was a face without facial features at all, as if covered with a thick layer of leather. Thinking of the dead mercenaries he had seen just now, and thinking of some strange stories he had heard before, Oliver faintly Some nausea, violent stomach convulsions.

He had to try his best to divert his attention from himself to other directions.

Yes, there are many other things that deserve his own attention, like, how did he get here?Why did he kill those mercenaries?Is it out of personal hatred, or pure desire to kill?
How did he manage to kill so many people with so little reaction or sound?
How could he quietly appear behind him with such a heavy sword in his hand?
What happened to the talking cat? !
blah blah blah...too many questions...

As a top mercenary killer, in an extreme environment, he practiced for two and a half years, and if he made a mistake, he would be severely beaten. Oliver can confidently say that whether it is weapon mastery, close combat, or long-range , reconnaissance, counter-reconnaissance...

He is definitely at the top level of human beings.

He couldn't believe that he, who was so nervous and highly concentrated, would be stuck behind his back by a guy carrying a huge sword that weighed dozens of kilograms, without realizing it.

Like, he also couldn't believe that someone could grab three arrows from him with one hand at such a close distance.

Oliver's heart sank again, breathing slowly, staring at the three arrows in the opponent's hand.

Could such a guy come here to silence him, a person who should have died with the shipwreck...

"If that's the case...it's going to be troublesome..."

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When Oliver was observing Lynn, Lynn was also observing Oliver.

When I first came to this island, there were people everywhere in a mess, not the kind of people who were like tourists, wearing bright and colorful clothes, holding drinks in their hands, and hanging flowers around their necks.

What Lynn met was a person with a semi-automatic in his hand, an instant messaging device hanging around his neck, and a professional camouflage suit, prostrate in the bushes, or hiding in the tree canopy.

Lin En just got off the small boat and stepped on the beach by the sea for the first time. In an instant, there were three more silent people pointing guns at him on the empty beach.

At the same time, Lynn saw four other guns pointed at him in the woods.

Standard seven-man squad, standard jungle combat, standard two-stage breakthrough and suppression combat methods.

For a moment, looking at those soldiers who didn't say a word but just looked at him with cold muzzles and eyes, Lynn thought he was in Vietnam.

Subsequently, Lynn tried to use politeness as a stepping stone to build a harmonious and interdependent balance in a peaceful way.

However, these people obviously did not have the idea of ​​playing house with Lynn.

Lynn's speech was a little louder, and someone lowered the muzzle an inch.

From the deterrent pointing at the head, to the awe-inspiring killing intent pointing at the torso.

Made.It's obviously useless to talk with your mouth and use politeness as a stepping stone.

Lynn chose to use a hammer.

But even Lynn would politely ask everyone some questions about their camp, about Oliver, about the route to the sea before he nailed the nails...

Not only did these guys not say a word, but they were full of brainwashed indifference and numbness.

Lynn even felt that even when he buried them in the sand and hammered them into the soil, none of them felt afraid.

machine.A machine with flesh and blood and a soul, but no self.

So, with a hint of indignation and impotent rage after being fooled, Lynn turned the seven people into seven small sandbags buried by the sea.

The sea was turbulent and tidal, and the waves washed away. Soon, the seaside restored its previous tranquility and harmony, a thriving natural scene.

After contributing a wave of nitrogen, phosphorus and potassium that was enough to digest for three years to nature, Lin En decisively drew out the big sword.

If this island is guarded by such guys, just ask this program, and it can be eliminated directly.

And the truth is just as Lynn thought.

He can see hidden "robots" almost anywhere, and there must be one every 200 meters.

They seem to be searching for something lost on the island in a large area, or someone hidden on the island.

Lynn knew that he and them were most likely looking for the same person.

Then follow them to find it~
So, Lin En followed, while doing pollution-free treatment for nature, killing all the way, and soon found their base camp following the guidance of blood.

That's still nonsense, except for the high-level npcs who are dressed differently, the rest will be killed.

Lynn walked on one side, and the kitty walked on the other side. Soon, the entire camp was basically slaughtered.

Except for a few feature film shifts and the lucky one who met at the corner, Lynn didn't make the other party react or fight during the whole process.

After stopping the kitten from stepping on his newly bought clothes with its bloody paws and ordering it to wash the paws, Lynn detoured back, looking for the fish that slipped through the net, and at the same time looking for possible high-level NPCs.

It doesn't make sense that the entire barracks are full of soldiers, not even a single person who can speak.

But it turns out that there really isn't.

After searching the entire camp, Lynn didn't find any information or even paper documents, and he didn't find any high-level, or leaders, or any characters like mad scientists.

Combined with the current situation, Lynn felt that he should be late.

There must still be high-level npcs, but they have already evacuated first and took all the information.However, there were still things they cared about on the island, so before they left, they issued orders to these "robots", and it was precisely because of this that they blindly searched the entire island.

No matter how small it is, it is an island with an area of ​​more than ten square kilometers, covered with trees, and complex terrain. It is too difficult to find a person who wants to hide with one or two hundred people.

Lin En felt that he probably guessed it right. Right now, he just needs to find a way to "cheat" people out.

As a forest magician, Lynn felt that with his ability, it shouldn't be so difficult to find someone on such an island full of trees.

Amazing is a fire~
So, Lin En carried the big sword and went to the place where the kitty washes his hands to pick up the kitty, and left here first to go to the beach.

As a result, he saw a man in a green sackcloth cloak who was stalking the dog behind a corner.

It should not be the thief who stole the cat. If he likes green so much, it must be Oliver.

Lynn had wanted to have a little good-natured joke with Oliver.

However, looking at the three arrows in his hand, Lynn felt that Oliver had overreacted a bit.

Isn't it just to scare you, just aiming three arrows at the eyes, this man is too fierce.

Take a look at Oliver's current outfit.

A golden beard on his face looks like Xie Xun's. The green oil paint and dark green eyeshadow on his face look like the Blue Winged Bat King. What's that on his body?
Fishing nets?

Coupled with his slightly bowed head, white eyes, lion-like eyes, and the bow and arrow clasped in his hand, Lin En has every reason to suspect that this guy may have completely degenerated into a special Conglin warrior.

Could it be that he didn't want to steal the cat just now but regarded the kitten as prey?
Then what does he mean by looking at me with such dangerous eyes now? !

"hey-hey……"

Throwing the arrow on the ground, the cutting head plunged into the soil, Lin En swung the sword with one hand, and the horizontal blade was at his side, throwing a few drops of blood on the ground in front of Oliver.

Lynn moved the big sword slowly until the tip of the sword pointed at Oliver's head, and then slowly said: "My friend, I have no malicious intentions. Trust me, I am a good person."

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Oliver almost couldn't hold back and directly lifted the arrow, and then shot three arrows into the opponent's face.

As soon as the bloody wind blows over you, it's like you just came out of a slaughterhouse after a sleep. You pointed at me with a big sword that dripped dozens of catties of blood. You said you were a good person, and you said you had no malicious intentions...

Do you find this credible?

Oliver remained silent, just adjusted the angle of the arrow.

"My name is Lynn and I'm from beautiful Gotham, a peaceful...

amount……

Forget it, to be precise, I am from Arkham, and Arkham is the biggest in Gotham...

amount……

Well I actually live in a big city, farming, farmland, wheat waves, wow, it's beautiful, you know, I can see Zod's as soon as I open the door... um... how can I say it...

Gee.

Falk. "

Inexplicably, Oliver saw that the man who called himself Lynn suddenly seemed to give up on himself, and kicked the dirt on the ground back and forth with his toes in a state of despair, muttering words, talking about travel, what hell, what good friends...

The words are completely incomprehensible, and I don't understand what they mean at all.

Like a raving psychopath.

"I have no intention of knowing where you come from."

While Oliver spoke suddenly, he slowly raised the drawn bow in his hand, pointing the arrow at Lynn's face.

"What I want to know is why you came here and how you can get out of here."

This sentence seemed to remind Lynn that he rescued the other party from the low pressure at once. He left the big pit that he was kicked out of, smiled and clapped his hands, pointed at Oliver and said, "I'm here for you." Come on, as long as I get you back, I will leave here."

really……

He really came to catch me, alive!
"Forgiveness is hard to obey."

Oliver took a cautious step back and drew his bow fully.

"Ah... this..."

Lin En smiled and shook his head: "Hehehe...you don't count."

(End of this chapter)