Chapter 313 83: Fishing
Oakley lit a cigarette, and was not afraid of leaving traces. He stepped on the messy bloodstains, dragged the shark gang boss's ankle, and walked towards the second floor step by step. He also touched a thick rope from somewhere. Hang around the neck.
Behind him was a scene of blood like a slaughterhouse. All the mainstream forces of Sydney's underground gang were wiped out in just a few minutes.
The convenience of firearms cannot be fully utilized in such a narrow environment. In addition, these people came to the meeting, and the firearms were mainly placed on the car outside. There were only a few small pistols, which were no different from squirt guns when facing Oakley who was tearing human bodies apart with his hands.
His ability is not as good as Kyoko Shirai's ability to turn day into night, but he can also isolate sounds in a small area, so that the minions smoking at the door and watching the door have no idea that their boss has moved here and there.
The reason why he kept the leader of the Shark Gang was because he heard that he liked to tie people who offended him to the yacht, then cut a wound and slowly fish him in the sea to attract sharks.
"It's not true. I only did it once. I just threw people into the sea. I don't know if I fed them to sharks. I have to have a scary name when I go out to hang out. I made them all up." Crying for mercy.
"It's okay. I heard that sharks don't like to eat human flesh. I'm curious."
Oakley comforted the Shark Gang boss like a child.
After arriving at the second floor, he found a window, grabbed someone, and Oakley jumped up and flew toward the night coast.
The boss who was hung upside down kept howling and kept trying to throw some rings, watches and other things to attract the attention of the people below.
Oakley doesn't stop him either, and the villain's struggle before his death is also a good show.
He quite liked watching it.
Just like that, they flew all the way to the coast, and there was only a ray of light left when they flew to the land. The despair in the eyes of the shark gang boss became more and more intense, and the last glimmer of hope was completely gone.
"It should be almost done here."
Oakley is quite satisfied with the place he picked. It should be a good fishing spot.
He tied Oakley's legs with ropes, and then casually cut off an arm while looking at his dull eyes, and then removed the forbidden sound realm.
Watching something fall down, the boss didn't realize what it was for a while. It wasn't until he felt the blood spurting from the broken part of his arm that he finally realized that he had lost an arm.
"I***! So what if you are extraordinary! I***, bastard! You are only worthy of hiding your head and showing off your tail in this life. There will always be extraordinary people who are more powerful than you, let alone preachy - Gululu!"
Amid the yelling and cursing, the leader of the Shark Gang was thrown into the sea. He was caught off guard and swallowed a few mouthfuls of seawater. The wound was stimulated by the seawater, causing him to twitch in pain.
The blood began to spread, and soon there was a small patch of red around his body.
Oakley didn't care about the yelling below, just like a qualified fisherman, he fished quietly.
I don’t ask for a harvest, and I don’t have a fishhook anyway. I just enjoy the leisure time of fishing.
The boss below finally got tired and just floated on the sea, choking on the surging seawater from time to time, and his brain automatically played a ticker.
It's just that the marquee has been playing for a long time without stopping. This feeling of knowing that he is going to die but not knowing when he will die really makes him despair.
Oakley's mind moved and he looked towards the sea somewhere.
Finally, the first guest arrived, and probably the last one.
After all, it was a great white shark that came here. If you take a bite and taste it, the person will be gone.
"Come on, come on, give me a good time, boss shark."
He gasped, suppressing his fear, looking at the exposed fins, and took a deep breath.
The great white shark first circled the person twice from a distance, and then suddenly made a sprint.
Wow!
At the critical moment, the boss was pulled up by Oakley, and the great white shark jumped out of the sea. Its smelly mouth almost bit off the boss's head, and his scalp was pressed against his teeth, making him scream in fright.
"Hahaha, fishing is really interesting."
Oakley got a little excited and started teasing the great white shark with bait.
The boss of the Shark Gang scolded him very harshly.
However, due to his intentional release of water, the bait was not very easy to play with, and it was completely bitten and torn in half within a short time.
"Tsk."
Oakley felt a little regretful and threw the rope in his hand casually.
Now that we’re done playing, it’s time to go back.
Oakley paused and looked at a woman who appeared in the air without him noticing.
"Have you still been noticed?" Oakley smiled, "The angel is right, you can only rely on yourself if you want to get justice. You so-called extraordinary people are just another kind of rentiers. Before they are stable, you can only rely on yourself." Already corrupted”
"Let me see what qualifications you have to be so superior!"
Oakley's wings were ignited with black flames, and he held two short daggers as black as ink in his hands. Their existence could hardly be seen in the night.
Takashima originally wanted to have a few words to test the waters, so he didn't interrupt the other party while he was concentrating on fishing. However, he didn't expect that the other party would suddenly become nervous, saying things like "justice", "corruption", and "high above" that he couldn't understand. Then he rushed forward.
It seems that the only option is to manually calm the other party down.
The breast shield flickered, and a bright light shone on Oakley, stopping his black arrogance. Takashima's long knife followed closely, aiming at Oakley's non-vital parts.
So fast!
Oakley blocked with both swords, concentrating on the attack.
His expression was no longer as crazy as it was at the beginning.
Did he turn out to be so weak? I can even suppress any extraordinary creature that comes to me at random. No wonder Lord Angel doesn’t need my following. No! I don't! I will kill this man right now to prove my worth!
"An angel fell from heaven to earth, willingly defiling his wings just to cleanse his sins! I will never lose to an accomplice like you who helps the evildoers do evil!"
Oakley exploded, and his whole body was covered in black flames. The short knife in his hand turned into a long knife, and with a crisp sound, Takashima was blocked.
Takashima had a strange look on his face. Why did this guy look so much like the late-stage chuunibyou fantasies she had seen when she was working on cases in Japan?
Next, should I talk about "bonds" and "don't underestimate the friendship between us", and then take myself away.
With such caution, Takashima defended several waves of attacks before finally feeling relieved.
It has only been strengthened by less than 50%, and it’s almost time to renew, so it won’t last at all.
On the other hand, Oakley used all his strength to find that he could not break through Takashima's defense. He finally understood clearly that this was not an enemy he could deal with right now. He gritted his teeth and prepared to find an opportunity to escape.
He has not yet dug out the carrion in the world, but only eradicated a few gangsters. How could he die in a place like this!
But he still didn't have enough fighting experience. Takashima discovered his intention at once, and he immediately used the trick to make Oakley think he had a chance to escape. Then he was stabbed in the shoulder by Takashima, who had been prepared for a long time. Not only that, he also felt The black flames in his body were crazily devoured by the strange knife that pierced his body, and its power gradually weakened.
"This knife is weird!"
Oakley couldn't break free at all. He could only watch as his strength was sucked away, and then his whole body crashed into a rock.
After the gravel and waves passed, the weak Oakley was nailed to the rocks, coughing up blood. In this way, his remaining strength was still absorbed by the knife, and his wings gradually shrank, gradually turning into a chicken wing not much bigger than a chicken wing.
"Sure enough, your ability comes from Shirai Kyoko."
Takashima held the handle of the knife and gently pushed it in a little more as he spoke.
"Ah - cough! Kill me, kill me!" Oakley gritted his teeth and tried his best to reach out, but he couldn't touch the corner of Takashima's clothes.
Takashima shook his head and just continued to look at him, wanting to see whether his ability, which was the same as Kyoko Shirai, was borrowed from Shirai or generated within his body.
She has been fighting with Shirai for so long, so the idea of developing a sword is naturally designed for Shirai.
But the effect is not as good as this time, probably because Oakley is too weak.
In the midst of the opponent's scolding and quarrel, Takashima confirmed that Oakley's ability should come from the body.
Otherwise, no matter how stupid Shirai is, he will take the initiative to turn off the energy transmission to him.
In other words, Shirai has mastered the ability to bestow extraordinary seeds on others, allowing people like Oakley to become so-called Dirty Wingers.
And the strength is quite good.
Even though Oakley was easily suppressed by Takashima, his strength was actually stronger than many extraordinary combat abilities. If he was thrown into the Special Affairs Bureau, he would become the main force in a small team.
I just don’t know whether the gift of such abilities is too restrictive for Shirai, and whether the only candidates for him are the cynical Chuunibyou in front of him.
And he is Shirai's layout or a discard.
Listening to Oakley's constant insults, Takashima felt that it was more likely that he was abandoned by Shirai because of this man's uncontrollability.
At first, Shirai was killing so-called evil people all over the world, but then she became more restrained. Originally, she didn't know what she was planning.
Looking at it now, is it because you feel that your personal abilities have limits after all, so you want to cultivate an army of Black Angels?
Takashima felt a little anxious in his heart.
It's not that he's worried about the safety of the world, he's just worried that the other party will train too many Evil Wings and he will no longer be able to kill Shirai.
"It seems that the angel you talked about has abandoned you." Takashima looked up at the night sky, then lowered his head and looked at Oakley with pity.
"Angels are everywhere! My suffering is just for a better and more glorious future! What do people like you know? You have no idea at all! As long as we can send all sinners to hell, I am willing to go to hell with you!"
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Even though Oakley was extremely weak, every word he spoke sounded hoarse.
"Do you hate them so much? Why?" Takashima asked curiously.
Most people wouldn't hate it so macroscopically.
"Of course it's because - because." Oakley's expression froze, his voice slowly became smaller, and confusion flashed in his eyes.
Why?
"Because my family members all died at the hands of gangsters. The official colluded with them and ended up hastily! I became an orphan! From that time on, I vowed to cut into pieces those scumbags who only think about money. , they deserve to die, and you, as an accomplice, will not die well!" Oakley seemed to have found a reliable reason, and his voice gradually increased.
"Oh, you love your family so much, can you tell them all their full names?" Takashima leaned over gently and asked playfully.
Oakley paused.
He seemed like he really couldn't remember the full names of his parents, siblings.
Seeing his reaction, Takashima thought thoughtfully.
It seems that it was the seeds Shirai planted for him that inspired hatred, rather than his own such macroscopic and crazy hatred.
"I've seen the angel you call her, but she can control her emotions very well. And for a guy like you who explodes at the drop of a hat, no wonder he wasn't chosen to follow her." Takashima provoked a little.
"I - you fart! I am Lord Angel's confidant. She gives me the authority to move freely. This is my path to crusade. Besides, she is not around. Mortals also want to know the secrets of heaven. You don't know that angels have How powerful it is. The fact that you haven’t appeared now shows that your sins have not yet reached the point of irreparability.”
Oakley did not continue, his excitement slowly subsided.
Takashima stared at him with a half-smile but not a smile. Judging from his words, Shirai was probably only in the experimental stage at the moment. There were definitely not many Evil Wings around him, and if there were more, a base camp would be needed. So, where would be the most suitable base camp? Woolen cloth?
Narco Nation? Rio country? African continent? Or directly in Antarctica?
"I'm guilty, and it's not your turn to pronounce judgment." Takashima pulled out his samurai sword, and Oakley fell limply on the rocks, as if he was about to be swept away by the waves at any time.
But without the continuous energy absorption of this weird samurai sword, Oakley's little chicken wings slowly grew again, and the wound on his chest was filled with black mucus and gradually healed.
Very good recovery ability, Takashima's inner urgency increased.
Just as she raised the knife, ready to kill Oakley directly, a big wave hit, and the unprepared Oakley was directly swept into the sea.
Immediately afterwards, Oakley, who was about to surface, heard a fierce fight coming from above, and the sea exploded with bangs.
"I didn't expect that you still have accomplices here!"
Clang!
"Go to Lord Angel!"
shouted an unfamiliar voice, loud enough that he could hear it even though he was several meters below the surface.
Oakley didn't show any pretense and swam frantically away from the land.
The fighting behind him continued, and from time to time there were several aftermath waves hitting the sea, which scared him so much that he didn't even dare to come out of the water.
But although his ability allowed him to hold his breath for a long time, he couldn't really run out of oxygen. After swimming for nearly ten minutes, he could no longer feel the fluctuations behind him, so he slowly surfaced and panted frantically.
Looking back, I couldn't see anything anymore, maybe the battlefield had been moved.
"Sure enough, Lord Angel still cares about me!" Oakley smiled.
"You can't fly yet, keep swimming, keep swimming, I want to return to Lord Angel. This is the angel's order!"
Oakley dived into the sea again and swam toward the east.
In mid-air, Takashima, whose figure was hidden by the goggles, silently stared at Oakley's location.
Next to him is a katana floating quietly.
It was Katana who just pretended to come to the rescue, and had a pretend fight with her.
"Go east, Shirai, you are in Rio, right?"
(End of chapter)