[Comprehensive British and American] Hero part-time super villain

Seeing that the cruel knight had already told Faster what he wanted to know.

Fast dragged a sofa, his butt sank, his legs were crossed, his arms supported his head, and he looked like he was doing nothing.

Although he didn't know why the cruel knight told him, whether it was true or not, Fast must know.

Even if it is half true or false, Faster can get some information with certain references.

Sophie Fast was no longer reserved, and asked directly, "What does he look like?"

The cruel knight narrowed his eyes, recalling the appearance of that guy, and at the same time described it to Fast.

The first time Cruel Knight met the man was in a rainstorm.

He and the Laughing Bat stood in the warehouse, waiting for the 'partners' to arrive, behind them was a trickle of blood, and the security guard of the warehouse had lost his life lying on the ground.

The man was wearing a black suit, and his figure was a little too thin, about two meters long. He walked through the rain with an umbrella.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but the cruel knight always felt that he saw a twisted and swinging black shadow behind the man, but when he looked closely, there was nothing there.

Every step the man took seemed to make the sound of the splashing rain louder, like a distorted cry.

The cruel knight felt a restlessness from the depths of his soul. He couldn't help but look at the laughing bat on one side. The white-skinned lunatic in black also felt the restlessness from the soul. He grinned like the past Joker.

Cruel Knight understands that he can no longer recognize the Laughing Bat as anyone who can be called 'Bruce Wayne', he is now another 'Joker' and is far more powerful and darker than the Joker.

The Laughing Bat feels the wail of the soul, and enjoys it, the Cruel Knight does not.

After the man stepped into the warehouse, the feeling didn't decrease but deepened. The man was like a cloud. From the moment he stepped into the warehouse, the warehouse was shrouded in a shadow.

Cruel Knight noticed that the windows at the top of the warehouse were blocked by an unknown black object.

He carefully looked at this unusual 'man'.

The man put on the umbrella, revealing his face. He has dark skin and an overly handsome face, but there is a strange and dead air faintly, and those golden eyes are shining brightly, but they are lifeless.

The black suit he was wearing made him blend almost perfectly into the darkness.

The man pulled the corner of his mouth and showed a perfect smile, as if he was happy, his eyes did not move, but it made the cruel knight feel that the man in front of him was watching him.

The men called themselves 'the men in black'.

Fast thought deeply. The person mentioned by the cruel knight could not find any relevant people or memories in his brain, but as the cruel knight said, this person wanted to kill himself.

He rescued the Laughing Bat and teamed up with him to eliminate every Batman in every universe and the only Fast Hepburn in this world.

Now, Fast can be 100% sure that there must be something wrong with his memory.

If he had fought against a person, and that person would destroy himself even if he did not hesitate to destroy several universes, if Fast had done such a thing, he would definitely have the impression, but the fact is, he did not know about it.

If the Cruel Knight hadn't told him—

But it does not rule out that the cruel knight is telling lies. Even if the cruel knight is telling lies, Fast can confirm that he has lost part of his memory.

Fast probably went through all the places where he might lose his memory in his mind. His memory is very consistent and there is no problem in the middle, at least in this world.

But Fast's memory before he came to this world was intermittent.

For example, he clearly remembered how he died, but he couldn't remember the details of the mission.

He remembered that he was a mercenary and what he learned in the process, but he couldn't remember what war happened that made him choose to become a soldier.

My memory before becoming a soldier is even more blank.

Fast raised his hands unconsciously, and he looked at the only five fingertips exposed on his bandaged palm.

Could it be that because this body can play the piano, can he play the piano?Or, he knew how to play the piano, but he just forgot about it, or, this body was his in the first place?

Seeing Faster's slightly confused movements and expressions, the cruel knight curled his lips. It seemed that the good show was about to begin.

Fast withdrew his thoughts, and said blankly: "Blackman is not necessarily the man in black."

The cruel knight was stunned for a moment, but he didn't expect why Fast would suddenly struggle with the title.

"He is a man of darkness." Fast said in an affirmative tone.

The word should have been unfamiliar to him, too, but there was an intuition that told Fast it must be the Dark One, and that intuition didn't just come out of the blue.

It seemed to wake up something in his heart, so he knew that it must be the person of darkness.

More information about the dark man is blank, which is not a good sign.It appears he did have an 'enemy' in the past.

"So what will you do? Fast Hepburn?" The cruel knight's smile deepened.

Fast raised his lips, pulled his flesh and showed a smirk, his tone was harsh and elongated, and he uttered a few awkward words. "none of your business."

Cruel Knight paused with his hand stirring the coffee, well, maybe he didn't like 'Fast Hepburn' as much as he imagined.

"So what else?" Fast asked.

"What?" Cruel knight.

Fast spread his hands. "About all the things you have done in this world, how about a showdown together? This is your last use value. Hurry up and finish talking so I can send you on your way."

"Oh—" the cruel knight laughed softly.

"You little bastard, your insatiable greed is so cute that it makes me want to put the barrel of a gun down your throat, and let the bullet burst from your throat, splashing blood all over the place."

Cruel Knight whispered bloody and murderous sweetness to Fast in a soft voice that Fast had never heard Bruce Wayne say.

If it weren't for the cruel knight speaking in such a tone, Fast would have thought that Bruce Wayne's voice could not be so gentle at all.

"Yeah, you'd better do that." The corners of Fast's eyes twitched, he lowered the corners of his mouth that he raised just now, he lowered his eyes, casually unwrapped the bandage on his hand and wrapped it again.

Fast turned his fingers, and a table knife appeared in his hand.

He smiled and said briskly, "If you can't put the barrel in my mouth and let my blood flow all over the floor, I will use this knife to cut off your face and make you swallow it." .”

"Seriously though you're another world's bluesy babe, I'm sick of having that face in my Gotham, I'll give you the knife, can you try to cut your own face come down?"

Fast opened his lips and smiled, his teeth were moist, and his lips were the same. He sat cross-legged on the sofa, shaking his body slightly and smiling cutely.

"I'm curious if you have an indomitable will like Batman." Fast played with the knife, ready to move.

The cruel knight also kept smiling, but the smile in his eyes was not complete, but a thick and viscous killing intent. "I thought you'd have to try it?"

"Okay? It seems that our unpleasant conversation is finally over." Fast showed a sincere smile. "You know I'd rather tear your mouth open than know it from your mouth, right?"

Fast stood up and kicked the sofa down, his smile faded away, his beautiful green eyes were stained with ink, and in the dim environment, he had two silver table knives in his hands.

The cruel knight glanced around, but didn't find Fast's shadow that could be called cheating. He sneered, probably mocking Fast's overreach. Can be reorganized.

"It's a pity, I still like you." The cruel knight repeated this sentence.

Fast rolled his eyes.

The Cruel Knight put the coffee aside to prevent the cup of coffee from being affected by the flames of war between the two. He stood up and was much taller than Fast.

The Cruel Knight lifted the sofa cushions, and under the sofa cushions were neatly placed drugs.

The cruel knight didn't look too much, picked up one at random, and aimed a burst of fire in front. Fast fell to the side, using the sofa he kicked as a cover, and threw the two sharp knives in his hand at the same time.

Fast didn't pay much attention to whether he had hit it, and then, as if by magic, he took out two small table knives from nowhere.

The two table knives are different in shape from the two table knives that Fast took out earlier. I don't know where Fast got them.

The cruel knight tilted his head to avoid a table knife flying towards his forehead, ejected the magazine again, and knocked out another table knife with the magazine.

He weighed the gun in his hand and said to himself: "SP□□G9, clip capacity 20, rate of fire 980, maneuver 50, distance 3-10 meters."

The cruel knight casually threw the micro-blade in his hand to the ground, and raised the other, he nodded slightly. "Well, this one is much more comfortable."

A cruel smile appeared on his face, just like his name.

"Come on, Joker, Joker who was killed early in my world, I think you'll like this."

Fast, who was hiding behind the bunker, exhaled, his eyes turned from dark to black, but there was no nightmare figure as before.

Fast kicked into the bunker, ejected bullets with a table knife, and at the same time strode forward, constantly approaching the cruel knight.

Fast gritted his teeth, and his fingers trembled slightly. Rebounding bullets without damaging the blade requires a very high arm and speed.

When it rubbed against the bullet, the handle of the knife trembled violently, and the blood that hit Faster's severely wounded palm immediately stained the bandage red.

Even so, the table knife didn't last long before it was broken by bullets.

Fast had no choice but to flee in a panic in this small space, and approached the cruel knight.

Fast's purpose is very obvious. He believes that as long as the distance with the cruel knight is shortened, it is a very unwise choice for the cruel knight to use firearms.

Because the gun is very heavy, and it is not wise to shoot at close range, and Fast is a vigorous black panther, once he gets close to him, his throat will be instantly torn.

It would be a bad scene if it was approached by Fast——

fake.

Cruel Knight is not just a gun expert, like all Batmen are, but he is also a close combat master, and he is still the limit of human beings in his world, in every way.

Now, the panther or the kitten with its paws out, unaware of it, is rushing towards his trap, thinking it's safe, but that's where the most danger lies.

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