[Zhongyingmei] The dripping beast has become a fine

The upper limit of motorcycles is very high. Even 130 is not a limit speed, but humans did not approach it any further.

Jason tried to force them out of the residential area.

In fact, the two on the motorcycle can chat leisurely.

"Push them out, then what?"

Lucilia listened very seriously, as if she wanted to take notes.However, if you take a look at Qiuqiu who has started to doze off, you will know that the gargoyle is very boring now, just looking for something to talk about.

Humans are a little busier than her, staring straight ahead.

"Then? Since you have self-confidence, you can play as you like, but you are not allowed to kill people."

"It's surprising."

"for example?"

"They're all desperadoes, right? You can't kill them when you stop them."

"That's why we are different from them." Jason's sneer sounded hoarse and vague in the interior, "otherwise everyone would be desperadoes, and there is no need for anyone to arrest the other."

"That doesn't sound like your reasoning."

Lucilia looked up at the back of Jason's head, as if she could see through the hood and Jason's brain.She could indeed feel that, in fact, Jason himself didn't like this statement.

"Let me guess, Ye Yi asked you so?"

Jason was indifferent to Lucilia's temptation.

Lucilia was not discouraged, and changed to another person: "The old bat? I mean the original version."

Jason clearly responded this time.

A blue vein almost materialized directly from Lucilia's induction.

"That's not important." Jason gritted his teeth.

Humans still wanted to explain, but they didn't know why they didn't open their mouths. Contradictions and conflicts were repeatedly entangled, forming a sinking vortex in Jason's heart, trying to swallow everything.

It seemed that the humans had gotten used to this, and quickly calmed down, refusing to let the sudden anger get away with it.

During the few seconds of silence, only the whistling wind remained around the two of them.

Lucilia thought for a while and asked again: "Then what do you ask of me?"

"Don't kill people," Jason repeated.

"Then do I need to save someone?"

This is a novel question.

At least Jason didn't think that Lucilia would realize this. After all, the gargoyle statue, a stone sculpture, sounds somewhat unintelligent.

Lucilia felt a little baffled.

Judging from her perception, for no reason, this human being suddenly felt a little more satisfied with her.

It was rare for Jason to think carefully before speaking:

"You don't have to save, but we will recommend you to help innocent people within your ability."

Lucilia didn't quite understand the twists and turns of human beings and the cheating of sensing ability. She stared at the back of Jason's neck, focused her attention, and felt the scorching flame buried deep in the heart of human beings by reason.

Those gangsters who drive fuel tankers are definitely not "innocent people".

Lucilia: "I see." Affirmative sentence.

Jason: "...Are you sure?"

The gargoyle answered too quickly, and the humans were a little worried, just like what Jason was muttering in his heart-something carved out of stone, doesn't sound very smart.

"100% sure."

Lucilia only felt that humans were doubting their abilities.

This is easy, she can prove herself, to Jason, and to herself.

"I can't wait to know what I can do." The gargoyle's voice was a little excited, and her expectations were much higher than Jason's.

Jason, who was even more worried, stepped on the accelerator silently.

At the next turn, Jason turned an intersection ahead of time.

The Nightwing version of Batman appeared from the other side of the tanker, and at the next intersection, forced the tanker to the road on Jason's side. These gangsters may not really have the determination to die. The birds were very accurate in their calculations, and they chased the gangster's nerves just like that, and actually drove the tanker to the corner of the business district.

At this point in time, there was no one in the business district.

As for the economic loss or something, Wayne has the bottom line, and he is not at all cowardly.

Jason took a shortcut and dumped Lucilia in front of the tanker.

"Go."

"learn."

The gargoyle smiled, feeling the wind pulling her face, she didn't feel pain, it was more like an ancient call, which made Lucilia feel kind and familiar.

The motorcycle came to an emergency side brake, and Lucilia jumped slightly to take advantage of the force, and somersaulted to the ground.

When she stood still, Jason had already left on his motorcycle, and the oil tanker rushed in front of her.

That's definitely not an innocent person.

A woman who looked like Lucilia didn't look very old, and she didn't seem to have any threat or lethality. The other party didn't intend to stop, but stepped on the accelerator harder.

Seeing that someone was about to die, the driver became more emotionally excited, and Lucilia felt the other party's emotions more clearly, and could even "see" those strongly repeated thoughts.

"Joker, Joker?" Not Clown?

Forget it, it's not too important.

Human beings have many adjectives, and they like to describe the same thing in different ways.

Lucilia didn't intend to pay attention to this.

She raised her arms and made a defensive posture when she was under attack-it seemed that she learned it from some character when she was watching the drama, and it was a bit of a pretentious taste.

Jason watched with a headache.

"This has to be taught again." How is this different from the milk Damian back then?

Red Hood turned his head to complain seriously to the Nightwing version of Batman who fell behind him, but Yewing seemed to be stunned. Before Jason could turn his head to see what happened, Nightwing had rushed to his face. Wrap the two of them airtightly with a bulletproof bat cloak.

Hey!

Why can they completely cover people with just a flick of the cloak?

Is this some weird skill necessary to be Batman? ? ?

Jason didn't have time to finish his inner complaints, and the strong impact pushed the two of them out.

They may have smashed a wall.

Jason dully realized that it wasn't that he didn't hear the explosion, but that the excessively powerful impact caused the shock, causing him to temporarily lose that short memory, which soon returned.

He remembered the tanker truck crashing straight into Lucilia.

explosion.

"Batman?" Jason turned to Nightwing's version of Batman.

The moment he was hit by the impact, Jason remembered that Nightwing was pressing on him, and the possibility of the airflow blowing him away was higher. He searched for it, but the broken brick in hand made a movement, and then a pair of bat ears came out of it. come out.

"I am fine."

Ye Yi, whose mind was buzzing, temporarily forgot about his throat cancer.

Being impacted by the explosion at such a close distance, only their equipment can still make people survive, as well as Jason's motorcycle. Humans looked at the motorcycle buried in the rubble, and it looked miserable. Fortunately, it was still intact and did not follow Fry together.

What about gargoyles?

Inside the wreckage of the tanker, Lucilia is pushing those things away, the remaining steel skeleton of the car or something?

The ball is still on her shoulder.

To them, the flame is like a hot bath.

"Click, click, click".

The ball flapped its wings and flew out of the flames first.

Lucilia, who finally had her own sex, followed behind and walked out of the blazing flames. The light of the fire could not dazzle her eyes, and the high temperature could not burn her skin. Even the corners of her clothes were only slightly burnt. That's all.

Ye Yi was stunned, turned his head and whispered in Jason's ear, "Magic?"

"Maybe." Jason thought so.

"It's more tempered than I imagined." Lucilia approached and made a disgusted sound, "I didn't expect it to blow up like this. Isn't this kind of thing too dangerous for humans?"

"Generally, we have safer ways to stop it, and you insist on doing it yourself."

Jason asked Lucilia to take the blame for herself in a flat voice.

Lucilia didn't care, and took the pot calmly.

"Where's the gangster?" Nightwing asked routinely.

Lucilia looked back at the flame, shrugged and spread her hands: "It's burnt."

Don't care at all.

She has no feeling for people, or property.

Buildings on both sides of the street were severely damaged.

The scene was a mess, and people believed it after the war.

"I admit that I hoped that the gangster would survive. I asked a lot of questions, and I also admitted that I didn't expect her destructive power to be so great." Looking at the flames soaring into the sky and hearing the screams of fire trucks in the distance, Ye Yi sighed with a smile He took a breath, and patted his younger brother on the shoulder: "It seems that you have to start teaching from the basics. Thinking about the good, she is at least more obedient than Rice."

The above is the heartless fake concern from the elder brother.

Jason seemed to be choking, and there was a subtle "hiss" sound in his throat.

"She's more destructive than a demon cub."

And don't care about human life.

Of course, they are gargoyles, not human beings, so it doesn't seem to matter if they don't care about human life. Human beings who care too much about the lives of other species may also be regarded as strange guys.

Understanding is understanding, they still hope that Lucilia can respect human life.In other words, you must learn this.

What a weird kink.

Official support is coming soon.

Alarm bells rang.

Nightwing and Red Hood went to greet the firefighters, and the GCPD who came later, the main handover work was done by the Nightwing version of Batman. During this process, Red Hood's presence was very low. Just ignore this guy who is still on the wanted list.

"You're going to die someday, aren't you?"

Lucilia stared at the flames.

Qiuqiu fell back on her shoulders and squatted, and continued: "People always want to live an extra day."

Its tail is curled, reflecting the overly calm fire in Lucilia's eyes, showing a certain kind of long-lived species' indifference to life.

Jason greeted: "It's time to go back, Lucilia."

"it is good."

The gargoyle responded.