The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

That arrives so fast?

Watson stood up with one hand on the floor and quickly scanned the entire street with his eyes, but did not see any suspicious figure. Maybe the other party didn't approach from this direction, but went directly to the dark street next door. He ran forward quickly, passed through the gap between the neon billboards in mid-air, and successfully climbed onto the wall behind the light stand.

This shabby British-style building is perfect for climbing.

Designers always like to add many decorative concave and convex beams to the walls. Coupled with the large number of billboards and light stands, Watson can easily find many routes to climb to the roof.

He was glad he wasn't wearing dozens of kilograms of Deathstroke armor.

Otherwise, we may have to create some falling objects.

Deafening electronic dance music came from behind the wall in front of me, and it was obvious that the people inside were having a carnival. As for what kind of carnival it was, Watson hung his body by the window with one hand and quietly took a look...

Well, I can only say that these people are very good at playing.

He quickly climbed to the top of the four-story building and ran quickly towards the dark street. The burning feeling in the palm of my hand became more and more intense. The moonlight cast in the night sky had a hint of red for some reason, and the noise gradually faded away behind me.

After climbing over a low fence, the first thing that came into view was a bastard - please forgive Watson for using this word, but he couldn't think of anything more suitable to describe the squatting person downstairs than these two words. A guy who smokes and has his hair permed into a colorful upside-down broomstick. There was a saying in my previous life that can sum up this kind of person very well:

When a handsome guy/beautiful girl gets her hair permed and dyed, it can be called visual kei;

If others do this, they will most likely only be called 'killing Matt'.

This guy obviously belongs to the latter, and after observing his outfit, perhaps the hairstyle is the most expensive part. I wonder if this 'hair' will play a role in attracting hatred if there is a real fight?

Watson looked around a few more times, but there was no one else on the streets except seven or eight gangsters. Such a number was really too small, but he then thought that this group of people had been killed several times not long ago, and perhaps most of them had gone into hiding.

boom!

At this moment, the side door of a flat building not far away was knocked open, and a man in a suit stumbled out covered in blood. He didn't yell for help like in the movie, he just quickly identified the location and ran towards the exit of the black street. However, although the number of gangsters in this direction is the smallest, the injury of the man in the suit has seriously affected his mobility.

Two gangsters blocking the intersection kicked him down.

Within a few seconds, a dozen or so people came out of the broken door. A snow fight took place in front of Watson. The man in the suit kept wailing, but no one stopped. Like a well-rehearsed drama, the main character appeared immediately.

Watson took off his rifle and dogleg knife and began to check the equipment. He originally thought that this 'mysterious vigilante' might have something to do with normal humans, but the first second he saw him, he knew something was going to happen.

A man appears in the moonlight.

The peeling red armor and the tattered white Crusader cape made the other party look like an antique in a museum. However, Watson's eyes also caught the equipment under the armor, which was a layer of Kevlar fiber body armor. In addition, the strong man also has a set of modern tactical suspenders, which looks like a battle-damaged version of 'Death Knell'.

The long sword in his hand was full of killing intent.

He just looked at the group of gangsters in front of him silently until all their eyes were focused on him.

Angel of Death.

Watson has determined the true identity of this 'mysterious vigilante', but shouldn't this guy be sick in Gotham City? Why are you here in London?

As an assassin suffering from severe mind control, the Angel of Death has been secretly manipulated by the underground church called "Saint Duma" for many years, killing every enemy for them with ruthless killing. The Church of St. Dumas originated from the Crusades thousands of years ago. Although it was initially formed by a group of fighting priests with sincere beliefs, it later of course degenerated into a cancerous organization intent on conquering the world.

In the comics, this group of people is also one of Batman's opponents. It's just that except for an angel of death who occasionally loses control due to being manually desensitized, they don't seem to be able to come up with any other special products.

"It's him?"

"That's right! It's that knight!"

"What the hell! Go call the boss!"

The gangsters were a little panicked, and someone immediately ran into the building. Seeing the remaining members taking out short sticks and sharp weapons, the Death Angel raised his sword and declared in a low voice: "In the name of my Lord, I will punish you."

Wouldn't it really be awkward for you to say this kind of secondary line?

Watson got some goosebumps. He didn't even know that his body still had this reaction. The scene downstairs has become completely chaotic. It is a one-sided crushing game. The Angel of Death wields his long sword and kills targets one by one. The weapons in the hands of the gangsters cannot cause effective damage to them at all. In less than a minute, as the last member who tried to escape was killed, the scene fell into silence again.

But his fight wasn't over yet, as a dozen gun-toting gang members emerged from windows and balconies. They skipped the harsh words in the movie and fired wildly at the only figure standing on the snow.

The slightly silent night sky was suddenly pierced by the sound of gunfire.

The man in a suit, who was within the range of the stray bullet, got up as quickly as possible, rolled and crawled behind the trash can. It's not that he doesn't want to rush out directly, but there is a long barrier-free passage from this position to the exit, completely exposed to more than a dozen gunshots. With his current mobility, it is too easy to be shot. If someone comes and takes a shot, it will most likely be over.

He could only pray that the armored man would not fall.

The Angel of Death certainly did not fall.

The gangsters mostly had old firearms from World War II such as Sten submachine guns and Webley revolvers, which were unlikely to penetrate his multiple layers of armor. The angel of death smashed into the first-floor window like a cannonball. Then there were screams and noises like demolition, and from time to time, sudden bursts of gunfire came out of the window, as if someone threw firecrackers into the house, causing continuous sound and light vibrations.

Leaving aside the man in the suit who was about to get up and run away, Watson here had a headache at the moment.

I came at the wrong time.

He realized that he had no chance of fighting the Angel of Death alone, and if he jumped now, he would join the melee. You can't just use guns to deal with people of this level, so as long as he has a choice, Watson doesn't want to expose his inhuman combat power in front of too many people. Moreover, the sound of the gunfire was very loud, and at least it could reach the red light district next door without any problem, which meant that the police might also be on the way.

But if the other party is really a 100% pure angel of death...

Then maybe there is a trick that can lure this guy to hunt me down.

Watson was thinking in his mind, and the battle downstairs had unknowingly entered its final stage. A figure crashed through the wooden window and fell to the snow, spilling bright red traces of blood. This was a gangster with a broken neck. The burly body of the Death Angel soon appeared at the door, and the long sword in his hand burned with a faint blue fire, as beautiful as a movie special effects lens.

The sword of magic.

Watson identified another point that fit the description of the Angel of Death. This cursed sword is very strange in the comic book setting. It is said to be able to directly harm the soul of creatures. Perhaps this is why Black Cat is interested in this guy.

I wonder if this thing will work for me?

Hunching down and quickly approaching the battlefield, he decided to take action.

The Angel of Death shook off the blood on the blade, and then noticed the man in a suit who had no time to run away.

"Oh, God......"

The man in the suit took two steps back and said with a look of survival: "Thank you! Sir, I thought I was going to die here today. You should leave quickly. That guy must have called someone..."

Before he finished speaking, Jianfeng pressed against his neck: "Indicate your identity."

"I am, I'm an accountant."

Kneeling on the snow and raising his hands tremblingly, the man in the suit said in a calm voice: "I was just kidnapped by them for blackmail. Thank you for saving me!"

The large cloud of white breath exhaled from his mouth floated in front of the man's face, proving that his heart was not as it appeared. The Angel of Death did not move the sword away. Instead, he trembled slightly and cut a bloody mark on the man's neck: "You didn't tell the truth."

"Okay! Okay! I'm a gang accountant!"

The man broke out in a cold sweat and raised his head desperately to let the other party see his sincere expression: "I helped them handle a lot of dirty business. I regret it. I have a lot of evidence in my hand. I am preparing to surrender to the police. There are already It took a while, you know? But the gang boss caught me. You can do this! Just take me to the police station and I can prove it! I have the officer there..."

Pfft!

The long sword drew back like lightning and thrust out again, piercing the man's chest.

"Repent to God."

After saying these words calmly, the Angel of Death pulled out the sword blade from the corpse.

"You have to know that if God can really save the world, then you don't need to come out to punish evil." A voice suddenly sounded behind him, and the Angel of Death slowly turned his head and saw Watson dressed as a SWAT officer.

"Foolish man."

Holding the root of the sword blade with one hand and lifting the weapon, the Angel of Death looked at Watson with his emotionless eyes: "My lord's wisdom is not something that mortals can understand."

"I'm very curious. You killed so many people for your master without even asking why." Watson shook his body slightly, ready to run away at any time: "You also killed many innocent people, even children. , just because they blocked your way. I don’t quite understand your spiritual creed, but according to my understanding, only brainwashed fanatics can do such a thing."

"shut up!"

The angel of death suddenly became excited: "Everyone outside of my Lord's faith is a heretic! Heretics will die! Those miserable unbelieving people will not receive the favor of justice in their lives! Going to meet my Lord is their greatest honor. !As for you..."

He held a long sword in one hand and pointed the blade at Watson like the Lich King Arthas: "I will punish you with my own hands!"

The taunting effect was completed, and Watson ran away.