After buying the earth [Comprehensive British and American]

An absolutely crushing massacre.

Hilda broke the opponent's neck, then used the opponent's body to block the bullets behind her, and kicked the enemy who was attacking from behind.The man with the tattoo flew a long way, until he hit the dark wall with a heavy impact, and when he rolled down, he was covered with thick dust.

Hilda cast a disgusted glance.

too slow.

This kind of crushing situation is really uninteresting.She sighed heavily on the battlefield, someone shot at her, but unfortunately the speed of the bullet was also slow for her, she dodged the attack, swung a trash can lid beside her and smashed it at the enemy, and rushed forward under cover , unscrewed the gun, raised the neckline of the opponent and slammed it against the wall hard. The man was dizzy and wanted to fight back viciously, but was blocked.

--boring.Hilda thought, and she yawned contemptuously, always feeling that she had experienced a war a hundred times more intense than this one before.

She calmly lifted the man's collar and swung it hard against the wall.

The stone walls looked dirty, and the different shades of dark colors were marks of death left by so many people. Maybe at a certain moment they were unspeakable threats, but at this moment, in Hilda's eyes, they were just Some kind of dried-up stain.

That doesn't stop Hilda from repeating what people have done here countless times in the past.

One.

two.

three.

Four.

She is like a tireless robot, repeating mechanical and identical movements.Hilda thought it was a little funny, and she actually laughed.

The man passed out.

She let go of her hand, allowing the opponent to slide against the wall, leaving a brand new bloody mark.

Most of the people have already knelt on the ground, only a few are still stubbornly resisting.Hilda's mind was wandering, wondering what was missing.

Maybe there should be some background music.Preferably rock music, a little passionate, a little rebellious.

One punch, two punches, three punches.

The sense of rhythm should be stronger.

"Help!! Help!! Please—ah!"

The man howled and begged for mercy, dripping with blood mixed with saliva. Hilda stood up, grabbed his hair, and dragged him forward. , a death bird tilted its head, witnessing everything happening.More are those silently peeping eyes hiding behind the window, they are everywhere all the time, they are the silent murderers of Gotham, excited, cruel, numb, watching the collapse of the old order and the establishment of a new order.

They are Gotham.

Hilda didn't care, like a child immersed in her own world, she piled up the weak men one by one, arranged them neatly, admired them for a while, then clapped her hands, and on a whim, Blood, write a line on the dirty wall:

IAMTHELORD

There should be words behind it. In the fragmentary memory, she has a great title.Lord of what?Lord of the stars?Lord of Death?It seems neither.

Damn it.Hilda pondered for a long time, but still found nothing.She stood stubbornly for a while, as if she hoped to force out that key memory, but the more she pressed, the more the memory disappeared without a trace.In the end, Hilda had no choice but to raise her hand, making up a reluctant full stop, drawing an imperfect ending to this battle.

She will eventually remember everything, and at that time, people will know that this is the starting point of the stars.

Hilda lay on the sofa, stuffing a piece of potato chips into her mouth as if nothing had happened.

Martina stared at her for a long time with a puzzled expression before saying, "What level of mutant are you?"

Sitting next to her, Alice said, "She doesn't even know what a mutant is." How could she know what level of mutant she is?

Martina patted her head: "...Yeah, I forgot." Her expression relaxed, she stood up, the dark green silk nightgown fell silently from her knees, she walked to the window lightly, He opened the heavy curtains with one hand, and stared silently at Hilda's "masterpiece" downstairs for a while.

At this moment, she finally understood Alice's specious words, and understood that she called Hilda "the best possible".Martina has always believed in Alice's ability, what's more, she knows what they have paid for this "best possibility".

That's fair.she thinks.

"We need you," she began.

Hilda's eyes turned away casually, as if she was interested in her words, or it seemed that it was just a simple arrogant glance, filled with "did you know?" ridicule.

"You need us too." Martina said calmly.

She knew that the following conversation might be just an ordinary choice for Hilda, but for them, it might be the most important opportunity to turn around in this life.

Show your full value to the strong, so as to get a chance to sit on the gambling table and block your fate - just so, isn't this what they Gotham people are best at?

Normally, Hilda is a good talker.She maintains a tolerant attitude towards most things, so the conversation went unexpectedly smoothly, so smoothly that Martina almost completely forgot that the woman in front of her crushed a group of strong men, and was completely relaxed down.

About half an hour later, she was very happy to have her own single room next to Martina, and she had a "butler" who took care of all life services, and all she had to pay was to shelter the two ladies of the Walker family.

Hilda was very satisfied with this. Although she lost her memory, she always had an inexplicable premonition: if she completely relied on herself to take care of herself, she would fall into a very bad situation.

"I can understand that I can't take care of myself." Martina spread the bed sheet. After all, she had guessed Hilda's identity a long time ago. According to her skills, she might have been a powerful person in the past, and she had no experience of living alone. "However, you lack common sense, don't you? ... Alice called you Xing Xing, so is it possible that you are really a person from the stars?" She half-jokingly asked.

"Maybe?" Hilda casually said, dumped the finished bag of potato chips down, and sighed in disappointment, "...It's finished. Is there any more?"

"No more." Martina quietly rolled her eyes, perhaps because Alice is a mutant, and when she looked at Hilda, she always inadvertently regarded Hilda as an ordinary rebellious teenager, "Potato chips are a long time ago I bought it, I don’t have any spare money to buy these snacks now.”

—and she does look like a normal teenager.

Hilda's eyelids twitched, and when she heard the word "money", she felt a little anxious like a conditioned reflex, and immediately fell down on the sofa, staring at the black ceiling, and muttered to herself: "... Rich things." How did she make money before?

"We can collect protection...no, rent." Martina continued. Obviously, she had planned this for a long time, "You are now the most powerful person in this area. As long as you are not defeated, then we can use it." Powers that landlords once had."

"Like the landlord did to you?" Hilda asked back.

Martina paused, a look of embarrassment flashed on her beautiful face, but she still tried her best to appear as if nothing had happened: "I just think this way of making money is simple and efficient, and it's easy for you. What's more, the strong eat the weak It's the unspoken rules of Gotham, I was born here, so what's wrong with following this?"

"There's nothing wrong with it," Hilda replied, yawning, her pointed canines flashed, and she said indifferently, "What you think is your business, I never care what others think Yeah, I just care about what I think. You know what I think about this? It's simple, I don't want protection money, so I don't."

"..." Martina froze for a moment, as if she had been hit with a sap suddenly, but instead came to her senses.

--……what happened?What is she thinking?Was she trying to dominate a mutant with absolute power?Why did she take this strange mutant as a person of her own who could "influence and dominate" for granted?Is it just because of Alice's specious words?No - this is too dangerous, is her decision really the right one?She opened her mouth and was confused for a while.

"In a world where the weak prey on the strong, the strong should have greater freedom," Hilda said. "So, I can do whatever I want. Do you understand what I mean?"

Did she see through her previous thoughts?still none?

Cold sweat was already oozing out, Martina tried her best to maintain a smile: "...This is a suggestion of mine."

Hilda looked at her for a while, and finally looked away: "I want to go out and get acquainted with the environment later." She sat up cross-legged, put her hands on her cheeks, "By the way, can you lend me your set?" Do you want to get dressed?"

Martina nodded: "Okay."

"Oh right," she remembered something, "I heard you singing just now..."

"Mobile phone." Martina answered subconsciously.

"That's right, a mobile phone." Hilda's eyes lit up, she said unceremoniously, "I want one too."

Logically speaking, at this moment, Martina should immediately hand over her mobile phone.but……

She gritted her teeth: "...Although...but...the mobile phone is a bit expensive, and I am indeed a little short now..."

Hilda sighed: "Okay, it's obvious. Don't worry, I'll find a job soon, and I don't mind supporting you and that little one."

"……thanks."

"What kind of work do you do?" she asked Martina, as if suddenly a little curious about the topic.

Martina's pupils shrank slightly, and she seemed to reject this topic: "...I'm working as a dancer in a bar now."

Hilda thought for a moment: "Dancing? Is this work tiring?" A trace of sympathy appeared on her face.

Not expecting Hilda's reaction, Martina was silent for a while: "It's okay. However, it's not important. What's important is your job—in fact, it's really easy and fast to collect protection fees." Although many people may not consider this a "job".

"Oh, no need." Hilda refused again without hesitation, "Easy and quick money? I can easily find such a job, why do I have to choose protection fees?" That's right, such jobs are everywhere. Yes, is it hard to earn money?Hilda has never felt this way before, maybe before she lost her memory, she never bothered about money, and in this case, she would not bother about it after losing her memory.

... Hilda, who has just arrived and knows nothing about the job hunting ecology of the earth, thought so naively.