The king of solo row [Comprehensive British and American]

Asgard.

Here is the kingdom of the gods, the vast plain of Idawar stretches endlessly, the magnificent golden palace stands under the sky, and the bridges and towers made of gold are dazzling.

The prince of the Asa clan and the heir of Odin, the God of Thunder, Thor is hovering outside the gate of the Folkefang Palace——

This palace is exquisite and beautiful, made of pure gold and brilliant gemstones, shining brightly under the sunlight. Although its size cannot be compared with the Golden Palace where the gods gather, it is not inferior in terms of luxurious treasure collection and decoration.

However, the invisible magical power blocked his progress, making it difficult for him to really step into the palace.

Sol stopped in his tracks.

There is a lifelike golden statue outside the palace porch. It is a woman wearing a battle armor and holding a magic wand. face, but there is some heartbreaking melancholy for no reason.

In the long past, the war between the Vanir Protoss and the Asa Protoss lasted for a long time.

Sol's age prevented him from that ancient history. However, the war ended with the exchange of hostages. The most outstanding pair of twin brothers and sisters of the Warner Protoss, Frey and Freya became the adopted children of Odin. Thor's unrelated brother and sister.

Warner is the protoss of the sea and the wind. They can transform into an appearance similar to the Asa protoss or the people of the courtyard, but their real bodies are not exactly the same.

Deep in Thor's memories, he often came here to play with his younger brother when he was young. At that time, the statue was not yet completed. They ran around the statue, and Loki told him to go away and don't bother. For himself, he tried his best to drag the former into a fight. The craftsmen next to him were very helpless about this, so they had to sigh loudly to try to keep the princes from disturbing their work.

The master of the palace turned a deaf ear to this, and she entertained the handsome, handsome, male and female elite warriors in the hall of Sethlinnir.

Sol's original joyful mood was gradually obliterated by memories and reality. The blond god lowered his head sadly, his bright blue eyes were clouded for a while, and he looked at the handwriting engraved on the gold base——

Freya, the god of love and magic.

Earth.

Troubled America and Gotham.

In the messy restaurant, Alia ate the last piece of fried sturgeon steak with relish.

She is still exploring the abilities of Final Fantasy XV.

Not surprisingly, this process will be very long, just like I have bought "dmc: Devil May Cry" for a while, but only unlocked most of the protagonist's power.

Of course, she doesn't need to use that kind of power that is almost like a big move against an ordinary person with a gun, but after many attempts and hard battles, Arya has been trying to develop the phantom sword ability in "Final Fantasy XV".

You must know that if you can fully inherit the settings in the game, you can even walk in the air like flying, and the speed is like teleportation.

But in the game, it is necessary to collect the weapon inheritance power of the successive kings of Lucis, and she has no such opportunity, so she has no clue about this matter, and before that, she has made many failed attempts. I thought there would be no response this time, but I didn't expect it to succeed!

Although her magical modified phantom sword looks gorgeous with special effects, its lethality is actually not as good as a sword aura...

But always a good start.

While thinking, Arya stretched out her fork to the a la carte Baked Lobster in Butter.

The figure of Batman had already appeared in the restaurant, and he calmly evacuated the guests who were immersed in extreme shock. The Joker was still talking, but he didn't immediately pay attention to the latter.

The Dark Knight of Gotham turned his attention to the two people who were still eating, "Why are you here?"

"Work?"

"Dating?"

The two spoke in unison, but their tone was completely different.

Bruce: "..."

Arya's first reaction was that he was talking to herself, since the two of them had met and had conversations before, but she forgot that Luthor probably also had an affair with the superheroes around here...well, some past.

"We don't have a date," Arya said calmly. "In that case I'd be responsible for half of the meal, and I'm only here because the Hakka beaters are coming for you any minute."

Someone hired a killer who beat the enemy Hakka to kill Luthor——

Bruce realized this problem at the first time, although compared to the richest man in Gotham, Lex is not the type who is often troubled, at least Chairman Wayne has experienced it in various random places and occasions. In incidents such as kidnapping and shooting, it seems unfair that everyone is the richest man in the city and often does charity work.

No wonder Lex dared to show up in Gotham without his bodyguards, since this guy knows that his brains and skills are completely inversely proportional.

However, in such an unbelievably high position, no matter how one behaves in the world, it is difficult to avoid making enemies. However, it is another matter to get involved with such a difficult killer.

Relevant information is still stored in Bat D's archives——

The magnificent hall turned into a bloody slaughterhouse. The killer from the family on the volcanic island stood among the scattered corpses. He casually threw away the bloody heart in his palm. The location of the camera.

Such people are rational and calm, and they never fell into madness when killing. They are machines born in the family's inhumane training.

... are difficult to deal with.

Arya noticed Batman's assistant staring at her.

The young Robin probably also heard their conversation. The black-haired boy didn't hide his gaze. The blindfold covered half of his face, revealing a silhouette that was somewhat similar to Batman. He might not be in middle school yet. age, otherwise he did not inherit his father's height——

He should be the son of the woman who belonged to the League of Assassins on the ship?

Amid the turmoil and the clown's high and low voice, Arya thought casually.

"So, don't you have anything else to ask, b...Mr. Batman?" Lex smiled, with the kindness and hypocrisy on his face that was almost straightforward, like a lie that could be broken immediately, and certain syllables fell out of his mouth. He went around in a circle, but finally did not make a sound. He probably swallowed a name or surname, "Or what about you, young master?"

The current Robin snorted and did not speak. He is obviously the younger and more rebellious type. It's not that he doesn't have the ability to communicate with others, but he simply doesn't bother to do so.

"I mean, according to the normal process, shouldn't you comfort the victims? Or, Gotham is always different, you see," Lex turned to Arya and said, "Compared to other superheroes, Batman is always more..."

"Enough," Batman's voice was low and hoarse under the layers of wiring, obscuring his original voice, "get out of here."

Arya has no interest in anything between them, she is just a passerby who wants to make money.

No matter what else Luther wanted to do, the dark-haired girl had already opened the door first, and Lex didn't come out, probably still flirting with Batman.

The restaurant is located by the river, with a quiet tree-lined road outside, and the lamps on both sides are shrouded in a warm halo.

The city of Gotham was silent in the deep night, broken lights meandered down from distant office buildings, and stopped in the streets ahead with broken street lights.

Arya sighed deeply.

The dark clouds gathered in the night sky, and the drizzle was falling in the cold wind. Through the scattered rain curtain, a slender and tall figure stood across the street.

The black-haired young man had a delicate face, a pair of dark and cold cat eyes stared straight at her, his pupils shrunk, like a predator locking its prey.

He tilted his head slightly, and said in a calm and emotionless tone: "Asteria Blackness."

"Good evening," the girl glanced at the phone and replied unhurriedly, "Are you here to avenge your brother?"

The voices of the two of them are not loud, and the two sides are separated by a street, but they can hear each other's words and even breathing clearly. flaw.

"You injured Curt just because he was too weak, and I have nothing to do with him here," the man obviously didn't come for that, "It seems that you don't know, I have been looking for you for a long time, after all, the employer only gave I have a name and a photo."

Arya understood it like a revelation.

Curt was hired to kill Lex, but when she fought with Curt, the young master in women's clothes recognized him——

So he revealed Arya's information to his brother.

As early as in New York, Arya had been hunted down by people, but the level of those people now seems to be nothing more than cannon fodder. Perhaps the unknown employer finally realized that these salty fish cannot be entrusted with important tasks, so hired a beating The young master of the enemy came to kill himself.

However, while it's not clear exactly when this happened, it's at least certain that it happened after the installation of Watch Dogs 2.

At that time, all her electronic files disappeared, and her face and body were blurred in the surveillance, and it became very difficult to find her——

After all, other people cannot have Iron Man's super AI, and it is difficult to search for a mosaic in the huge impact data. In other words, even if they can really find it, it will be too late when they rush over.

but……

Arya has no doubt that in such a family of killers, the longer the career, the more geometric growth in strength, in other words, the age of this person seems to be at least twice that of the younger brother, so the ability is definitely more than twice— —

"But you still can't beat me."

The winter night in Gotham was cold and changeable. The drizzle that had been falling all over the sky just now gradually stopped, and the two figures on the street also disappeared in place.

A thin golden spot of light appeared in the air, elongated into an intermittent, smoky streamer of light, the phantom of the light still remained above the deserted street, and the girl had teleported and appeared more than ten meters away.

She held the big sword that she had thrown just now, from clasping the hilt to swinging the weapon in her hand, there was no stagnation in this series of movements, and the sword had already slashed horizontally like clouds and flowing water.

At the same time, the killer's figure turned into numerous afterimages in the air. The blade in Alia's hand cut through those afterimages in vain, and the piercing coolness came from behind. Throw Levatin out again.

The big sword pierced through the cement and nailed into the wall. She teleported over and pulled the hilt of the sword out of Levatin, standing on the high wall and looking at the killer.

The latter must be judging her strength, or trying to find some flaws in the short attack just now, Alia thought so, she put her hands behind her back, and took out her mobile phone from her different-dimensional space. The slender filaments of light that cannot be seen jumped out immediately.

"You know you can't kill me, don't you? Let's chat. I'm a little curious. How did your employer contact you? Could it be that people in your family are doing missions on the dark web?"

The killer looked at her expressionlessly, without any fluctuation in his eyes, "Consulting employer information is not free."

"If you can explain in more detail, for example, let me find him tomorrow, how much money I have to give you, or you can do whatever you want me to do," the girl held the big sword that had faded slightly in front of her body , "If you really know me... you should know that this promise is still very valuable."

Arya pulled out bundles of bills and tossed them over.

The black-haired young man still looked paralyzed, but he took the money quite quickly, "I don't deny it, but we don't know."

"Are you serious?" The girl shook her head slightly, her gaze drooped, and her eyes fell on the broad sword blade that was shining again, and she asked him nonchalantly, "Do you really think this sentence is worth 5 yuan? Do you think I If you let your brother go, is it because I can't kill him?"

"No," the killer was unmoved, he didn't know which question he was denying, or both, "We just received information about the money and the target. Generally speaking, it doesn't make sense to verify the identity of the employer. It's just that we Generally, we will not accept non-human business, especially if the target is very difficult, but when the employer's remuneration is rich enough, we can lower the bottom line, but we will not completely compromise."

"Hmm..." Arya nodded, "It sounds like you've said a lot, but I know that the rules of many professionals in your circle are similar to this, or, you want to say...you try Contacted the employer, wanted to know about this business, but couldn't find it? Can I use this to rule out some possibilities?"

The other party stopped talking and just stared at her without blinking, which obviously meant that.

Arya sorted out the meaning of the other party. If the main business of this family is killers, but they are also very good at investigating, tracking and locating targets to find the right time to strike, then there must be someone in their family who is proficient in hacking skills, even if they are not as good as Iron Man. The AI ​​of the supercomputer is also far stronger than the general category.

Under this premise, there is still no employer.

She thought of several possibilities—

For example, the employer is dead, and now some kind of program written by the employer is executing the role of the employer, concealed under layers of fake ip addresses...

Given that the employer has raised the price several times and replaced the hired killer, this is unlikely.

For another example, the employer is not here, or in other words, not on this planet...

Arya felt that she had caught some information, but she was not sure. Anyway, she was not in the mood to fight.

When she was about to turn around and leave, she stopped again.

Arya slowly raised her head, a sickle-like crescent moon in the sky filled with cold and pale light, and a large group of dark clouds slowly condensed.

On the intertwined cables in mid-air, several pitch-black crows flapped their wings and flew away from the place of right and wrong filled with murderous intent.

The girl's bright eyes fixed on the roof of the apartment building——

"The little girl is very skilled." The gray-haired old man stood on the railing with his hands behind his back. It was shocking that he appeared without warning, and he spoke English quite fluently. "It's been a long time since our grandparents and grandchildren have shot together."