Chapter 384 154: Pilgrimage
"Here is the location of the tendon. If you don't want to kill anyone for the time being, you can break it here first to make them lose their ability to resist and avoid being killed."
"But I don't recommend doing this. Evil deserves evil retribution. Killing them is the best retribution."
"This can also reduce the occurrence of accidents."
Narco nation.
border zone.
In the base of a certain big drug lord, Oakley the Evil Winger rarely left a drug lord alive. Among the corpses on the ground, he tied him to a pillar and pointed at various parts of his body to show the evidence before his eyes. woman doing simple training.
Daisy held the dagger and looked at the other person's pleading eyes. Her hands couldn't help trembling. She looked at the tip of the knife and then at Oakley, who was standing aside with an indifferent expression.
"Okay, you can do it now."
When Daisy heard this, she didn't hesitate for a moment, her face showed an excited smile, her excited hands stopped shaking, and she tried all the positions Oakley just explained.
"Ah! Madman! Kill me, just kill me!"
The screams went from violent to dying, and finally her throat was slit by the bloody Daisy, and the relief of liberation finally flashed across her eyes.
This wasn't the first time she had followed Oakley's words, but it was the most smooth and natural one.
After being fed with human blood, now she can automatically rehearse and predict the results of different parts of the cut in her mind, which is almost the same, as skillful as a pig farmer in grooming pigs.
"Yes, it seems that the training is effective. Tomorrow night, you can join me in actual combat. But let me remind you one last thing. It's not too late to quit now. Take a sum of money, cross the border, and go to that country. Maybe you will pass. Not bad.”
"After all, you are just an ordinary person, and any bullet on the battlefield can kill you."
"If you are captured alive, the worst outcome you can imagine is better than the actual outcome."
Oakley gave his last words of advice.
His attitude towards ordinary people and towards evil people has always been very different.
Since he left Morelia, Daisy followed him throughout half of the drug lord country.
Oakley's original intention was to let her quit before the difficulties, but unexpectedly she persisted and followed him all the way until now.
But what Oakley admires most about her is her mentality that never tolerates evil people and kills people with excitement rather than fear.
He vaguely guessed what past experiences might have caused her to have such a hidden personality, but he didn't ask any more questions.
"I'm with you and can cook for you. After all, you can't just eat canned food all the time. It's not every day that you can find meals that suit your appetite. And if there's anything that's inconvenient for you to come forward, I can do it for you. Yes, I still have a legal status, which can help a little bit. I don’t want to be a hostess anymore. Didn’t you tell me that people should control their own destiny?" She tried to express her role and raised her hand. The dagger in hand, "This is my destiny."
Oakley nodded lightly and took the dagger back from her hand: "Very good, give me your destiny first, and I will give it back to you tomorrow."
Daisy's bloody face broke into a smile.
She knew Oakley agreed.
The experience during this period was unlike anything she had ever experienced before. Although it was hard work, the pleasure she felt when watching those evildoers die under her own knife with despair in their eyes was incomparable to anything else she could do.
The two simply packed up, then left the base and headed towards a nearby city.
Oakley's next target is in town.
But because he had an ordinary person with him, he could only drive there instead of flying directly.
"Oakley, you said before that you would go abroad in a while. Can you tell me where you are going now?"
"Japan."
"Japan? Why?"
"Because that is the hometown of angels."
Daisy didn't quite understand it, but she could also see the longing displayed by Oakley.
Perhaps this is a so-called pilgrimage to the Holy Land?
Oakley didn't say much about his own past and kept following him in the wilderness. Daisy also lacked channels to learn information from the outside world.
After driving for a long time, stopping twice for gas and food, we finally arrived at our destination city just before nightfall.
There are very few cars on the road because this place is located on the edge of the Sonora Desert and is sparsely populated.
Stab-la!
Oakley suddenly slammed on the brakes, and the pickup truck made a violent friction sound on the dirt road. After seven or eight meters, the car stopped.
"Ah, hiss, what happened?" Daisy pressed the hit head, quickly pulled out the gun with her free hand, and asked vigilantly. He knew that Oakley would never stop suddenly for no reason, and with his reaction Ability and vision, it is difficult to see anything on the road that poses a threat.
The sudden braking could only mean that something unexpected happened that he did not expect.
Oakley became very silent, sitting in the car, quietly looking at the empty dirt road illuminated by the headlights in front of him.
"Oakley? Oakley?"
Daisy barked a few more times cautiously.
Oakley seemed to have finally come to his senses and looked deeply at Daisy.
"I suddenly remembered that I seemed to have missed something, and you may have to go through it yourself."
"Ah?" Daisy was a little confused, "You mean, I go to the city first and then wait for you?"
"Yeah. By the way, this dagger is a gift for you." Oakley took out the dagger he used to kill the person in the morning and wore a leather sheath.
Daisy noticed something strange about Oakley and took the dagger hesitantly: "Thank you, is there anything I can do to help?"
"No, let's go to town first." Oakley opened the car door and got out of the car.
Daisy shifted into the driver's seat, opened the window, and looked back worriedly. The sky was dim blue, and night was about to cover the desert. With her eyesight, she could only tell that it was an ordinary evening.
"Let's go, drive slower on the road." Oakley lit a cigarette and waved her away.
Daisy knew she couldn't help, so she could only drive the car and leave in the designated direction.
However, this was the first time she saw Oakley smoking in all these days together.
"Call"
After smoking a cigarette, it was almost completely dark.
The car had disappeared from sight. He threw down the cigarette butt and put it out.
Takashima Yumi slowly descended from mid-air, drowning out the last trace of the afterglow. She held a long knife and looked at Oakley indifferently.
"So. In South Australia, you let me go on purpose?" Oakley had already made a guess.
Takashima raised his long sword and nodded gently.
"Hahaha, you really worked so hard to find the traces of Lord Angel. You must have scolded me countless times after following me for so long. Hahaha, I'm sorry. In the end, you came back in vain and it was a waste. Such a long time." Oakley laughed, his wings showing through his clothes.
"It doesn't matter, I don't lack patience, but it seems that you have been completely abandoned."
"Maybe, but I don't care. I'm honored to be a chess piece of Lord Angel, even if it's an abandoned piece." Oakley formed two black knives with his hands, and the black wings on his back turned into black flames.
Takashima was a little surprised by his current personality. She still remembered that when she met him for the first time in South Australia, the man's words were full of emotions, and all he shouted were words such as justice and sin. At least he seems a lot calmer now.
In this case, let him die in peace.
Today's Oakley has lost its use value to Takashima Yumi.
Oakley rushed forward first and waved his two swords, but Takashima easily blocked them.
"Your angel, sit and watch your death."
Takashima counterattacked with his sword, directly slicing off both of his swords. There was still a huge disparity in strength between the two.
Oakley's eyes showed determination and he did not dodge. He took the opportunity to get closer, his wings suddenly expanded, and the space where the two of them were was formed into a black ball.
"Lord Angel, my death is not worthless!"
Dirt road.
Daisy seemed to feel something, stopped the car, looked back at the night sky.
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I saw a not so bright white light flashing past, illuminating the area for less than half a second, and then quickly returned to calm, which was shorter than a meteor.
Daisy held the steering wheel, breathing rapidly and looking struggling.
She looked at the dagger Oakley had given her, picked it up slowly, and took off the leather sheath. She could see that the word "destiny" was newly engraved on the dagger.
Daisy stared blankly for a few seconds before putting down the dagger, quickly turning the car around and speeding away towards the way she came.
"Hurry up. Hurry up!"
Finally, she saw the long brake mark left by Oakley, but there was no trace of him around.
The dark desert was filled with dead silence, and even the sound of insects was very rare.
In such dead silence, she turned off the engine, opened the window, and listened in silence.
After a while, she seemed to hear something. She picked up a gun, flashlight and dagger, hurriedly opened the car door and headed in a certain direction.
After walking like this for less than two minutes, she finally found the answer under the flashlight.
One section was severed from the shoulder, and black blood was flowing out, as if the broken arm was still twitching slightly.
Daisy's eyes lost their luster and she slowly approached incredulously.
The flashlight shone on the broken arm, where there was a tattoo that was very familiar to her.
"Oakley"
She knelt softly on the sand, put her hand on the open palm of the broken arm, and cried like a collapse.
After an unknown amount of time, she wiped away her tears, took off her clothes, and wrapped up the stump.
Then he returned to the car and wandered around, looking for more stumps.
But in the end nothing was found.
It was as if the rest of Oakley's body had evaporated.
She found dawn, darkness, and dawn again before she finally gave up.
At this time, she looked extremely slovenly, like a refugee fleeing from famine.
In two days, she slowly accepted this reality, but she was full of confusion and didn't know what she should do.
Finally, her eyes fell on the amputated arm.
Oakley's severed arm was very strange. It had obvious features at first, but as time went by, the skin slowly became dark and hard, but it never smelled rancid.
She didn't know who killed Oakley, but she knew that Oakley should have foreseen his own death when he let her go.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have given her the dagger he promised to give her tomorrow in advance.
Daisy moved a stone to the place where she found the broken arm and buried half of it in the ground, forming a monument.
"I'm sorry, even though I have my destiny in my hands, I haven't found my next goal in life yet."
"So, lend me the two goals you told me, Oakley, and let me complete them for you. Maybe in the process, I will find my own goals."
She started her journey again and headed towards her late destination city.
The drug lord on Oakley's list hasn't been killed yet.
Daisy asked herself that she couldn't kill them all like Oakley, but with the money and equipment accumulated in this car, it was not impossible to kill the opponent's leader.
Three days later.
The boss of the Coke Gang and several of his confidants died in his luxurious villa. Then, internal fighting for power and profit began within the gang, resulting in heavy casualties.
At the same time, a piece of criminal information was delivered to the city's police station.
Seeing that the Coke Gang was severely weakened, the officials immediately dispatched to eliminate them for the sake of profit.
At this time, Daisy was already rushing to the nearest airport.
She discarded almost everything, got certificates for the dagger and the severed arm as artifacts and movie props, took the remaining money, and prepared to go to Japan to complete Oakley's final pilgrimage.
I also hope that in Japan, she can find the answer to the rest of her life.
With the help of intelligent search, she relied on Oakley's ability to finally find his past and the outside world's speculation about him. She probably guessed that the angel Oakley spoke of was the black angel.
But the Black Angel had many enemies, and Oakley never mentioned this to her, so she had no way of knowing who killed him.
Suppressing the ridiculous thoughts of revenge, how could this extraordinary person who could kill Oakley in such a short time be something that an ordinary person like her could deal with? It was just making people laugh.
Rush to the airport. The airport here is very small. There are only a few overseas flights. There is no Japan. If you want to go to Japan, you have to transfer first.
She held a Japanese speed book and read it while waiting in the terminal.
Daisy was not far away.
Takashima Yumi glanced at her.
Her enemies are only Shirai Kyoko and her followers, and she will not deliberately attack her followers as long as they do not hinder her.
During the battle that night, Oakley launched a personal self-destruction. Although it was not fatal to her, she was still injured.
For safety reasons, she rested in a nearby city for a few days to make adjustments and ensure that her condition returned to its peak before she was ready to leave.
She could feel that there should be a piece of Oakley's relics in Daisy's suitcase, but Oakley was dead and the relics could only be used as extraordinary materials and had no other use, so she didn't care.
Based on the intelligence collected during this period, her next destination was to go to Rio.
Although there were no killings targeting rich people or gangsters there, which was not in line with Shirai Kyoko's usual style, for now, there was no place more suitable than there.
If Kyoko Shirai decides to suppress her murderous intention and hide, it can only mean that she is carrying out a bigger plan and is even more dangerous.
(End of chapter)