[Comprehensive British and American] Gotham Nightingale

Ryan felt a little anxious.

The anxiety was beeping in his heart like a muffled charcoal fire, and a second before the flame was about to burst out, it was gently suppressed by a soft and soft force.

He stretched out his hand to touch his wrist, and stroked the cursive words that were still hurting him, thinking a little happily that the effect this time should last for a long time.

...as long as that prey stops trying to annoy him.

The security system of the castle here is really good, and the guards who come and go are much more vigilant than ordinary banquets.

But this is nothing to "Blood Race".

As a mutant with vampire-like abilities, apart from being unable to turn into a bat, Ryan's stealth and hunting skills are so superb that he can completely ignore ordinary people.

But Andrew White...

Although he was very unhappy, he had to admit that Ryan seemed to underestimate him.

No, it's not that he underestimated him, it should be said that he misunderstood him.

At the beginning, Ryan just lured the little golden retriever out of the guard team to the depths of the tree shadows in the manor, teasing it leisurely.

Darkness is his home field.

It's quite amusing to watch the fluffy dogs circling and looking for their tails thinking they are vigilant.

——The premise is that the other party doesn't presumptuously use the means to deal with vampires to deal with him.

……vampire.

Ryan, with a pair of gloomy and heterochromatic pupils, stood on the side branch of the birch tree, looking down at Andrew White.

If you look carefully, you can find that there is a silver bullet between the fingers of the "blood" wearing white gloves, which was deformed by the force of his fingertips.

Ha... silver bullets.

Is there still holy water and a cross?

Because this thing recalled childhood experiences that were not so interesting, full of absurdity and screams of fear, eyes filled with horror and disgust, and always on the road to exile, the man licked his lips, and the tip of his teeth felt a little itchy.

It has been a long time since Ryan met Nightingale, and he has not been angry because of this speculation.

However, it seems that he has been cultivating himself for so long that those people in the black market have forgotten his attitude towards this kind of thing.

Now, there are still people who are profiting from the products under the banner of "can save their lives under the blood clan".

Looks like it's time for another trip to the black market.

As for the little police inspector in front of him who actually expected that he would come to him in advance and made some "preparations", which happened to completely irritate him...

It doesn't matter, they have one night, and he can spend it slowly with him.

……

Andrew quickly took off the gun pouch and replaced it with the normal bullets he had prepared before.

He doesn't believe that there are vampires in the world, so he doesn't hold out much hope for the role of "silver bullet".

According to the words from Old Hart, after the end of the Japanese tour, he began to inquire about the name of "Blood Race" Ryan, and found the black market under the introduction of an informant.

But obviously, those dealers who tried to recommend special countermeasures (such as silver bullets) to him, and charged a high price for even a small piece of news, were big fools.

Since the discovery of the first mutant in the world, humans have divided themselves and mutants into two different races.

Compared to other states and counties where mutants always hide in the dark, or are directly taken in by mutant schools and fraternities, Gotham is the most arrogant and undisguised city for mutants, not one of them.

From the black market to the streets, from day to night, even mutants with strange shapes and strange skin tones can show up in Gotham directly, and the passers-by and the police around them will not fart a single one—as long as they are strong enough.

Because of this premise, Gotham can be said to have gathered almost half of the radical thugs among the mutants-the other half are under Magneto.

Like "Blood Race" Ryan, who has already been on the most wanted list, but still generously mixes drinks in bars.

But in contrast, Gotham's mutant industry chain is also very blatant.

As long as you have money and connections, you can buy all kinds of things related to mutants in Gotham: organs, blood, hair...even a whole person.

Humans and Mutants.

Like predator and prey.

Sometimes reversed.

Prey and Predator.

Except in Gotham, the law of the jungle has never been so vividly displayed.

but me.Andrew thought with a wry smile in his heart.Apparently the one that was preyed on.

Even the most outstanding graduate of the police academy, his fighting skills are still not enough in front of mutants.

Just now, if it wasn't for the silver bullet that was shot, the opponent would have bitten his veins just a little bit.

The blond inspector panted nervously, and there were two not-so-shallow scratches on his exposed neck, which were left by Ryan's sharp teeth during the previous evasion.

And once the pulse door is controlled by the predator, it is not up to the person concerned if it is not sucked dry.

Worse than that, that silver bullet is clearly taboo for the other side.

The ease of cat-and-mouse fading from the man's face with different pupils was replaced by a cold, animal-like hunting appetite.

If this terrible man is serious, Andrew will not have the good luck of "passing his neck" next time he attacks.

Pressing the emergency button again and again with hands behind his back, the young inspector prayed in his heart...

Who can stop this madman?

……

Having a crazy ex-boyfriend is a bad thing.

And as a fan girl, in the embarrassing situation of being entangled by a madman's ex-boyfriend, the last thing she wants to happen is to be seen by her idol.

"Caroline Moxon" put on a very sincere face, and with this explanation, he barely convinced the glass-hearted Tony three-year-old Stark.

"Okay." He concluded with his neatly trimmed mustache, "I'll just say Stark is more popular than Wayne."

This fart and coquettish expression instantly brought back Nightingale's memories of 20 years ago.

As a little girl who began to remember things at the age of two or three, and occasionally flashed pictures of Anthony Edward "Tony" Stark in various age groups in her mind, the bright orange suit Stark met when she was five or six years old Things are like a switch.

After that "hot dog date", even if she never met the caramel-colored big-eyed young man in Gotham again, the images she "saw" about him flashed more and more frequently.

As the dirty little bird that needs to look up at people grows into the Gotham Nightingale with long legs and long hair, the gold and red Mark armor is also upgraded from generation to generation.

In fact, it's not just Stark, she "knows" many people as she grows up.

They have plenty of heroes.

For example, Captain America, who was as thin as a bean sprouts during World War II, never won a fight, and couldn’t stop laughing when his wound hurt when he was with his best friends;

For example, wrapped in a red and blue uniform, while dangling between high-rise buildings with spider silk, the spider boy whose mouth is still chattering non-stop;

They have gods.

For example, the Amazon princess of Paradise Island that does not exist on the world map, her face is more elegant than the sun, and her eyes are as firm as mountains and seas;

Another example is the son of Odin who would throw a wine glass in the Asgard Temple. Every time she saw him being stabbed in the kidney by his brother, she couldn't help but feel pain in her lower abdomen;

Some of them are ordinary people.

For example, a genius neurosurgeon who is a little cold and overly arrogant-he has a "strange" name called Strange (Nightingale crossed out this cognition three years ago, because the strange doctor never Be careful and become a strange mage, let her open the door to a new world);

Or a small-town Kansas boy named Clark Kent—oh, he's a man now, dressed like a nerd and runs the news every day, first sports, then society, and maybe someday he'll switch careers Yuji...

Nightingale rarely "sees" things these days.

But the images in her mind were interspersed in her more than [-] years of life, almost like her secret little friends.

Although some people became famous, some people came back from the dead, and some people have not appeared until now...

Nightingale did not have the obsession to find the truth, nor did she have the desire to get acquainted with them.

When she was young, she thought she was a monster, but now she prefers to treat it as an easter egg in her life. When she reaches a certain stage in her life, she smashes one with a bang, so that she no longer feels lonely.

Ha, after all, not everyone is born with a bunch of "mentors", although she occasionally dislikes their heroic worldview.

Nightingale was able to grow up in Gotham without being addicted to marijuana gambling or depraved entertainment. It is hard to say that there are no factors guided by these "people".

If Percy could know, he would probably be very happy.

Nightingale thought.

Will he touch her head again with those warm hands that can draw beautiful ink paintings, and say to her, "Hey, my little nightingale, you are very obedient even when I'm not around"?

Shelley let out a "Wow" and kicked her legs in her arms.

Stark and Wayne who helped her out were no longer on the terrace. Nightingale walked around the bushes and looked into the hall through the delicate flower windows.

They are like two bright fireworks, attracting all the moths around them.

Healthy, high-spirited, grand and bright life.

Percy, my dear brother, Bruce Wayne also seems to be doing well.

You'd probably be happier if you knew.

The author has something to say: Little Nightingale's memories of her previous life are like highlighting points. What she can "see" are people she has never seen before. It is the future after a period of time. The older she gets, the more she sees.It's like she knew Tony before she met Tony, she knew Superman before Superman appeared, she knew Clark before Clark appeared, but she didn't know that Clark and Superman were the same person.Didn't know Bruce was Batman either.Knowing that Iron Man is Tony is because Tony himself announced it later.Knowing that Strange was himself, he never concealed his identity (face).You can think of her as "knowing some time in advance".

Some little angels guessed right, Nightingale's ability is "Writing and Realizing".

Thanks to the little angels for irrigating me with nutrient solution~

感谢灌溉营养液的小天使：暮色沼泽里的白乌鸦40瓶、Refne←10瓶、摩西与红海5瓶、294089981瓶、自私又自我的苏1瓶

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard! ^_^