Chapter 312 82: The Evil Winger
South Australia.
Moorebourne CBD.
In a tall and beautiful office building, a CEO who had just finished a meeting returned to his office tiredly, locked the door, and then opened the bathroom inside. There was a bathtub filled with water.
The CEO took off his decent clothes, soaked comfortably in the bathtub, and then opened a bottle of drinking water that he had prepared early. He drank it all down his throat in a few seconds, showing a relaxed expression.
Click.
The sound of the door being turned made him frown.
If you have locked the door yourself, who would be bold enough to try to unlock it?
He was about to come out and put on his clothes when he sensed something was wrong.
But the next second, the bathroom door was opened.
What caught his eye was an Asian woman, dressed casually. The only thing that attracted attention might be the series of knives she carried on her body.
The woman's eyes swept over him and glanced at the bathtub. Without saying a word, a short knife appeared in her hand in the blink of an eye.
"You——"
The man only had time to let out a horrified cry, and his eyes blurred before he was stepped on by long legs, his chest pressed against the wall, and the short knife was pressed against his throat. He felt a tickling pain, and a few drops of blood slowly dripped along the blade. Landing on the ground.
"I said, if you do it, can you do it?" the woman said calmly.
"Yes." The man had no room for resistance, even though his strength was much greater than that of ordinary people.
The woman let go of her foot, put down the knife, and walked out of the bathroom, seemingly not worried about what little tricks he might make.
The man also understood the strength of the other party. Although his eyes flickered, he had no intention of making any changes for the time being.
"I know that your company has been collecting extraordinary information from all over the place. There is no need to deny it in a hurry. I just ask you to use your authority to access the database and help me check the latest extraordinary news. As for your secrets, I am not interested." Woman Damn The wall behind the computer stared at him emotionlessly.
The man had already put on his clothes and walked out. When he heard the woman's words, he subconsciously touched his ears.
Just as he mobilized his whole body's strength, the fish-man characteristics appeared automatically, but they should have faded away now.
And judging from the nonchalant attitude of this woman, she should know some information about their fish people.
There is a high probability that he is a solo extraordinary person.
After thinking about these points, the man lowered his posture obediently, sat down silently on the computer desk, and began to load the database.
"Keywords [Kyoko Shirai] [Black Light Angel] [Black Angel] [Fallen Angel] [Night Messenger], if you have integrated character files, just open the file directly."
"I understand, Shirai Kyoko has a profile here."
The man opened Shirai Kyoko's file and several photos were displayed.
From ordinary public photos to photos secretly taken in the Flower of Evil in Osaka, to blurry photos of the Black Angel eradicating a large number of aristocratic families, it basically covers the key points of Kyoko Shirai's journey to transcendence.
After calling up the information, the man raised his hands and slowly gave up his position.
He probably knew who this woman was.
One of the three former special heroes, Takashima Yumi.
Her fiancé died in the battle to stop Shirai Kyoko. It is said that after that, Takashima quit the special affairs bureau and searched for Shirai Kyoko all over the world. In the past few years, the two sides have also had several public conflicts in Japan and Africa, and their hatred is as deep as the sea.
No wonder the other party only wanted this information, and the man was relieved. If that was all the other party wanted to know, he would not risk his own life to resist, unless the other party had a righteous heart and wanted to kill him. Then he just left information, Bishop Kai will know all this, and he has deserved his death.
Takashima Yumi did not read the message directly, but took a photo casually.
"You can pretend I haven't been here, or you can seek revenge from me. You are welcome at any time."
Takashima Yumi ignored the identity of the other fish-man, put away the knife, and walked out of the office.
The man finally relaxed completely and leaned against the wall, slowly slumping down.
Takashima walked out of the office building, like an ordinary passerby, turned on his phone and looked at the message he had just taken.
【.After the First World War on the east coast of Africa, he completely disappeared. 】
[Updated three days ago: A week ago, a supernatural being who claimed to be the Dirty Winger appeared in Sydney. After confirmation, he was suspected to have a weakened version of the Black Angel's ability. It is suspected that he has a relationship with the Black Angel. Perhaps the Black Angel's ability has changed and can be given to others. Temporarily included in the observation target and not allowed to take the initiative. 】
The dirty winger.
There is also a photo attached to the information. It can be roughly seen that he is a young white man, his face is covered, and his upper body is naked. In the dark night, under the light of the street lamp, there seems to be a pair of messy and sparse wings behind him.
The gesture was to kneel on the chest of a black man, and you could see that the black man was holding a pistol feebly in his hand.
There are still some messy banknotes on the street.
Want to be a superhero?
Takashima originally looked at his appearance and thought it might be related to Shirai, but his petty behavior made her suddenly suspicious.
If it were Shirai, he would probably directly eliminate the families with the most shady sources in the city, and then eradicate the gangs. He would not target these low-level gangsters.
Of course, it may be that this guy is not capable enough and can only do this.
"Sydney?"
She came back from the Northern Territory some time ago. She did some research there and discovered the power of the fishmen. However, most of the fishmen did not pose a threat to her. She found no trace of Shirai there, so she came to Mooreburn. , it happened that the fight started in Tokyo, and she was a little uneasy, so she waited for the results for a few days.
But since she had always contacted Noguchi through a single line, it was only yesterday that she finally resumed communication with Noguchi.
After knowing that Nishikido Ning was fine, she was relieved and continued to follow the clues to pursue Shirai.
【Butterfly Trail】
Avoid dangerous choices and predict your opponent's trajectory.
【Hide the weapon in the body】
Bind up to three objects as your natal weapon. The objects will be strengthened over time according to their own attributes. There will be a corresponding period of weakness after unbinding. If your natal weapon is destroyed, the object itself will also suffer heavy damage.
Takashima's ability mainly relies on hiding weapons in his body.
She had already bound three natal weapons, one of which was the recast [Pure] sword, which she gave to Nishiko Nishiki.
This sword has not been used since it was bound. Once it is used, the first sword will definitely stir up the storm. If Nishikidoori had used the sword against the Tojo Demon at that time, he would not be able to say that he would be killed. The injury would definitely be serious. of.
The second piece bound is an antique breast mirror, which can be used for defense and a little concealment, and can also grant the ability to fly. The third item is a snatched katana. As Wenyang continues to strengthen her own strength, she will not be too weak even if she faces Kyoko Shirai.
This ability brings more than that. Bound items can be hidden directly in the body, and even unbound items will slowly acquire some strange features as the carrying time increases.
Because of this characteristic, her whole body is almost armed to the teeth.
With one attack and one defense, coupled with [Butterfly Trail] prediction, she is like a walking arsenal. Most of the extraordinary beings are no longer her opponents. However, her target is always Shirai. As for other extraordinary beings, as long as they do not provoke her, On her head, she was too lazy to move.
Regardless of whether the information about the Winged One is true or false, she currently has no better clues and it is worth a trip.
Anyway, over the years, she has come across such true and false clues.
After glancing at the location of several sighting reports about this evil winger, Takashima walked towards the airport. Chi Ze changed his mind. I think many people would be interested in this extraordinary person who suddenly appeared.
Black wings.
Compared to the title "Virgin Winger", the local forces prefer to call the elusive guy this way.
In just a few days, he disrupted the originally "thriving" underground market in Sydney. Both black and white wanted to suppress this matter to avoid affecting the capital that had been transferred in search of safety.
But the harder they tried to deal with this person, the more they felt the powerlessness of ordinary people.
Even if this supernatural being is not even one ten thousandth as good as the demon that happened in Tokyo not long ago, and is even afraid of heavy firepower, the city and the night are like a dark jungle of steel and concrete, and he is like a bat in it. Moving quickly, every time their people rushed to the scene, they could only deal with the aftermath of the bloody accomplices.
Unless the identity of this person is found, there is only one force that can beat the softness of the cotton.
It's not that they don't want to negotiate, but that the other party doesn't give them a chance to negotiate at all. They just want to attack the underworld forces step by step, forcing the underworld in Sydney City to spontaneously unite, and there is even official acquiescence and support.
"He ate the bait we sent out, but he still looked dead like that. He was unwilling to say a word at all. He was unwilling to accept even 500 million US dollars. This shows that he is the kind of extraordinary person who is not controlled by money, or It is said that he is just a man of extraordinary power, not for money, but we cannot sit still and wait for death. I don’t think anyone wants to lose everything in front of him, right?”
"Wine, beauty, and dollars!"
"Those who want to deprive us of these existences, whether they are extraordinary or not, can only be enemies. If I die, I will die with my money!"
"What's more, this Chaofan doesn't seem to be unsolvable. We have locked down his neighborhood. I plan to enter the neighborhood during the day to cause chaos and force him out. It is better than waiting to die like this."
"Everyone, do you have any objections?"
The gang boss who organized the meeting glanced at the crowd.
"Where's the official side?"
"Huh, they promised that as long as we control the situation within that block and don't harm ordinary people's lives, they can help us suppress it. Recently, there have been investment inspections by several consortiums. Compared to gangs like us, they are more afraid of us. The extraordinary ability to do whatever you want without being controlled.”
"Okay! Just fuck him!"
"Bring everything you have at the bottom of your suitcase. Don't be stingy with money. If you don't spend it now, you will wait until someone else spends it for you after you die."
Everyone was excited, and the atmosphere slowly rose.
"I have a question."
In the crowd, a gang member who was barely qualified to participate in this negotiation weakly raised his hand.
"Say, we are all our own people. If you have any suggestions, just tell me." A boss saw that he was his latest right-hand man, so he took him over and introduced him to others, "Oakley, you have been doing very well recently. I met someone before. I saw Black Wings once and it was he who took the risk to save me!”
When everyone heard that it turned out to be a guy who had encountered Black Wings and survived, they all put away the contempt in their eyes and prepared to listen to the other party's suggestions seriously.
"That is to say, what if the Dirty Wings are among us?" Oakley said while looking around with vigilant eyes.
Everyone was stunned. It seemed that they had not considered this possibility. After all, Black Wings had always looked like he was sworn in with the crime and was completely unwilling to communicate. How could he join the gang?
"Don't worry, those who came here today are all trustworthy brothers. I guarantee it!" The gang leader who organized this exchange meeting tonight slammed the table and shouted.
“We believe in Brother Shark’s vision!”
"That's right, is this guy scared out of his wits?"
"Haha, Black Wings is among us, what a big joke!"
The scene became noisy, and the boss was satisfied with the timely response, but there was something wrong with the way he looked at Oakley.
Who doesn't know that today's discussion was organized by him, but now he makes such a statement without any evidence? Isn't this a slap in his face?
Just arguing with such a little guy obviously couldn't highlight his identity, so he had to focus on Oakley's boss.
Although the man was a bit stupid, he quickly came to his senses, slapped Oakley on the head, and cursed: "Don't talk nonsense without evidence. Do you understand the rules? Sorry, Brother Shark." , this kid is usually a bit stupid, and he definitely didn’t mean to do it. How about we take the lead and make amends?”
After hearing this, the boss of the Shark Gang was already satisfied. All that was left was to wait for Oakley to apologize, and then he would forgive the villain easily.
The script has been written, and if there are no accidents, things will develop in this direction.
Oakley rubbed the back of his head after being slapped and showed an honest smile: "I'm really sorry just now, Brother Shark."
"You are so stupid that I can't bear to kill them all at once."
"But who told you to be so unruly?"
When Oakley raised his eyes, it was already dark. The boss of the Shark Gang he was looking at felt like he saw a sea of blood rushing towards him. Those who were killed by him, the guilt that he usually completely suppressed came with him. This sea of blood was liberated together and instantly captured his brain.
His ears were ringing.
I just felt a chaotic sound coming in, as if it was about to explode, and I couldn't distinguish anything clearly.
He didn't know how much time had passed before he gradually felt the sight of blood and the difficulty and choking breathing.
The bar, which was specially arranged for discussion, was now covered with broken limbs.
The greasy blood soaked the ground, and the outstretched hands of several segmented corpses still held Brother Sharko's ankles tightly, staring at him with their wide-open eyes.
And Oakley just happened to deal with his boss who kept begging for mercy. He picked up his head and threw it aside.
The mixture of urine and blood formed a unique smell, but Oakley must have smelled it too many times and was already immune to it.
At this time, the clothes on his upper body were gone, and behind him was a pair of strangely asymmetrical black feathery flesh wings.
It’s ugly, but no matter how ugly it is, it still represents the coming of death.
Brother Shark's throat was muttering and he couldn't say even half a word.
(End of chapter)