[Comprehensive] The Last Assassin

Peter Parker is a solid guy, even though he's only 16 years old.

Since the other party expressed that she didn't need her help, Shen Qiong followed his intentions, saw him put on a strange red and blue tights, estimated the distance in the night, and planned to slip through the fire exit in disrepair behind the police station go in.

"You Americans like to wear tights anyway."

Shen Qiong, who likes gray robes, expressed great incomprehension about the identical clothing choices of Peter and Dick.

Peter Parker, who was wearing a hood, turned his head and scratched his head: "My senses are more sensitive, this shape can isolate my sense of touch as much as possible, and help me concentrate, and I don't think this dress is that bad ?”

Shen Qiong looked at his spider-like clothes, thought about Ye Yi's outfit, and finally gave a more pertinent evaluation.

"I still like robes."

"But wouldn't the robe be inconvenient to move around?" Peter muttered, noticing that the patrolman who usually likes to go out to smoke through the fire escape has come out, and he jumped down silently like a cat. Shen Qiong from above waved.

Shen Qiong understood what he meant: go home and rest, Grandma Fry.

Shen Qiong couldn't help but wanted to laugh, even now she couldn't believe that someone like Tony Stark would know such a naive and innocent boy - what's the difference between Captain America and the backbone of Hydra being friends ?

It's just amazing.

"Okay, the old man has to look like an old man, go home!"

Shen Qiong shrugged her shoulders and jumped off the roof of the low house from another direction.When her military boots fell to the ground, a layer of dust was stirred up, and Shen Qiong reached out to brush the dust floating on the jeans very naturally, and when she turned her head, she saw a cat passing by.The cat seemed to have seen her jumping from a high altitude, and was a little unconvinced. It jumped onto the low wall twice, and looked down at Shen Qiong.

Shen Qiong let out a oops, and said to the black kitten with a smile, "Do you want to compare with me too?"

The black cat just took a haughty step forward and ran quickly over the fence.Looking at the figure of the cat, Shen Qiong couldn't help being aroused to be competitive. She stepped up and ran forward with the cat, and left the original block behind in a short while. She was about to reach out to catch the cat. The black cat jumped up, and suddenly saw a piece of fireworks out of the corner of its eyes.

Shen Qiong was in a daze, and it was this daze that made the cat, which had been half-held in her palm, leap lightly from between her hands, and the shiny fur tail slid like comforting and provocative. Pass Shen Qiong's palm.

But Shen Qiong has no time to pay attention to the cat.

Her eyes were fixed on the bright or dark fire in the distance. Although the distance was not too close, people were still shocked by the sudden explosion. Many people watched the fire after it was completely extinguished. , only to suddenly realize what happened.

"Explosion, explosion! Contact fire and police!"

Shen Qiong looked at the dusty place, but felt uneasy in her heart.

To be sure, she couldn't help asking a young man beside her who had just called the police: "Where did the bombing go?"

"Police station! It seems that there has been a terrorist attack! The Boston Police Department has sent people here immediately!"

"What are the police? The one who fired the bazooka is the Joker!" His girlfriend grabbed the young man's shoulders nervously. On the screen of her mobile phone, there was a high-definition selfie photo of the clown, with the building opposite the police station as the background. It's very clear, "If it's him, I'm afraid the police station can only do so much!"

Joker's name, I am afraid that few people in North America have not heard of it.Even though this person was once unknown in the underworld, when he shot and killed Batman's Robin and shot and disabled the police chief's daughter Barbara Gordon - the name was no longer inseparable from the color of terror open.

Hearing the clown's name, even the young man couldn't help but feel a little nervous. He comforted his girlfriend, pulled her and wanted to leave this place of right and wrong as soon as possible - after all, it's only one block away from the police station, who knows if Joker can play? What about here?

Nowadays, with the development of social networks, people seem to see the clown's self-photographed tweets faster than the police.The clown in the photo is hugging his queen with an absurd expression.He carried a bazooka on his shoulders, behind him was the building facing the police station, and there was only one line written on Twitter.

"I know you're here, come see me, little bird."

Gotham's clown appeared in Boston, and the impact on the people of Boston was almost comparable to a nuclear bomb aimed at Boston.Perhaps the only difference between the two is that the nuclear bomb can be canceled before it is launched, but the clown's behavior cannot be cancelled.

Riots erupted across Boston after seeing the Joker's profile on social media.In the area closer to the police station, people rushed out, and in the farther area, everyone closed their doors and did not leave, for fear of meeting this lunatic who almost destroyed Gotham!

Gotham has Batman, but Boston has none!The only Bishop Bernard, also just murdered!

Boston seemed to be shrouded in thick black clouds, and such a depressing atmosphere was no exception even in the area that was originally full of dark food.

After hearing the report from his subordinates, the owner of the fighting bar thought twice before ringing the bell of the fighting arena.The spectators who were excited were overjoyed and vented their dissatisfaction at the boss.However, this bald man who usually looks open to money is extremely determined at this time.

He fired a shot and said with a tiger face: "The door is closed early today, and this fight will end!"

The spectators who paid were naturally unwilling, but under his gunpoint, they had to agree.This is the dark world, where the law of the jungle has been brought into full play, and only those with power are eligible to speak.

Warren Worthington spread his wings and sat obliquely on the second-floor stand with an indifferent expression.

He looked at the boss on the first floor and said dissatisfiedly, "I haven't played enough today."

The boss said with a dark face: "Not today!" He looked at Warren's face, and considering that he was his biggest cash cow, he said something more: "Joker is here, I don't want you to die by his hands, this But you can't give me any money."

Hearing this, Warren Worthington hooked the corners of his mouth, and picked up the travel bag he was carrying with him. He opened the bag, and threw all the contents of the bag from the second floor, with an arrogant tone: " Like I said, I didn't play enough."

The bald boss looked up at the sky in surprise.Green banknotes rained endlessly from the black travel bag.

Carnival broke out among the crowd, scrambling to meet this "wealth rain".

Warren Worthington put one leg up, squinted his eyes and stared at the boss from top to bottom, and said slowly: "I don't care who is Joker, I just know that I haven't played enough."

"So don't try to close the door."

Shen Qiong ran on the roof.

Her zipline fires with surprising frequency, helping her fly through the streets of the house forest.It took about 10 minutes for her to leave, but it took less than a minute for her to rush back.

The afterglow of the explosion has not completely dissipated.

Shen Qiong stood on another roof, her long black hair blown by the wind.Her eyes reflected the police station that was left with nothing but ruins, and the dust in the sky was intertwined like a newly condensed fog, and under this fog, there were all the rubble after the explosion.

Maybe there are still people alive.

If standing at Shen Qiong's feet, a man with green hair, strange oil paint on his face, and extremely unhealthy gray-white skin is considered a living person.

Joker sensed that the direction of the wind was wrong, and when he raised his head, he could see the assassin scanning him condescendingly.

The corners of Joker's mouth painted with red oil paint were pulled away. He was handsome, causing an indescribable charm even though he was dressed in such a terrifying way—maybe the lady next to him was attracted to him because of this.

The clown squinted at Shen Qiong, and said in a low voice: "I don't like looking up, it reminds me of another guy who likes to fly on top of buildings at night."

Shen Qiong didn't answer.

She just moved her green eyes away from the clown, and then refocused on the crumbling police station with peeling walls.

She only asked one question.

"The ammunition you fired?"

The clown loosened his shoulders and opened his hands with an innocent expression.

Standing on the half of his body, a big man with tattoos from his waist and abdomen all the way to his head stood up. He was almost two heads taller than the clown—Shen Qiong suspected that he was almost two meters taller.

The muscular man raised his chin slightly, looked at Shen Qiong, who was thinner and useless than the others, with disdain, and pointed to himself with his thumb: "I did it, why, the note inside has you relatives and friends?"

In the next second, the assassin fell like a butterfly whose wings were torn off!

Everyone thought she was going to commit suicide, but only the clown saw clearly that she bent her knees and raised her right hand before landing!Under the right wrist of her steel prosthetic limb, the sharp Hidden Blade suddenly came out of its sheath!

Puff.

With a blank expression on her face, Shen Qiong drew out her right hand.The moment the Hidden Blade was pulled out from the man's throat, thick drops of blood splashed on the clown's feet, which looked ridiculous.

Air assassination.

One of the techniques that Henry Fry gave to Shen Qiong very early, but she has rarely used it.Because she always felt that this kind of method didn't even have a chance to leave a last word for the enemy. If it wasn't necessary, it would be too boring.

But when she saw the ruins of the police station, she didn't think so.

The simpler the better, the rougher the better.

Sometimes nonsense and reasons are not needed.

An assassination at close quarters is so humbling, especially when it's happening right in front of your eyes and there's nothing you can do about it.

For a moment, everyone's guns were aimed at Shen Qiong, but the assassin acted as if he hadn't seen anything. He let go of the left hand that had grabbed the man's neck during the assassination, and slowly stood up.

Her Hidden Blade retracted from her wrist, and in contrast she drew the dagger from her boot.

The clown's leather shoes stepped on the man's thick blood.He bent down and looked at Shen Qiong, with the corner of his mouth raised: "Wow, what did I see, a killer seeking justice for the police, did I misread it?"

Shen Qiong had already stood up, she pulled out her left|round|hand|gun with her left hand and pointed at the man with thick oil paint: "You read that right."

She pressed the hammer and squeezed the trigger: "It's your turn next."

The clown laughed loudly, behind him, the sound of all his subordinates' machine guns being loaded was very clear.Shen Qiong's nerves were extremely tense because of these voices, and at the moment when the battle was about to break out, a heavy cough suddenly came from the ruins of the police station.

The disheartened Spider-Man walked out holding on to the dangerous wall, completely in a mess.

However, as soon as he stepped out of the police station, he realized that something was wrong.

The silver gun barrel full of eyes was full of bullets, the young man paused for a moment strangely, then he looked at Shen Qiong, unsure: "What did I miss?"

The author has something to say: To be reasonable, although Suicide Squad is bad, Leto's Joker and Robbie's Harley are really interesting.

The next chapter will be about Harley showing her face!