Beauty Man: All Heavens and Immortals

Chapter 155 And wash the neck and wait
"Wow, that's cool!"

"I said earlier that the dark knight is the real superhero. You should be convinced now. Seeing that Spider-Man was tortured to pieces by the green goblin, but when the dark knight appeared, he was instantly killed."

"But he killed ordinary people, the richest man in Asia."

"Hmph, the foot basin people attacked Pearl Harbor back then, and caused a lot of damage to Jianmei. They clamored to buy Jianmei a few years ago. What does it matter if they die or not? Why should we stand up for them? In my opinion, there must be a reason for the Dark Knight to kill him for the sake of the rich, and maybe this foot basin man is the biggest villain, otherwise, who is not good for the Dark Knight to kill, why did he go across the ocean to kill him?"

"...It was said on TV that it was for the Adamantium armor."

"Cut, it's just a set of battle armor. Don't you think that no one in Jianmei can buy that suit of armor? Why doesn't the Dark Knight look for rich people in Jianmei, but it's the foot basin man? It must be the foot basin man's fault. "

"You're right..."

"That's right, have you ever seen the Dark Knight kill ordinary people in New York? Have you seen it???"

"……No."

"Then it's over. It is said that the dark knight killed the foot basin man because of that suit of armor, so why did the dark knight kill the green goblin at a critical moment? What did he plan? If there is such a big man in the foot basin Bad guys, who are superheroes in New York, I say, get a dozen."

"Well, it seems that you are indeed a veteran of the Dark Knight."

"It goes without saying that the guy on TV who was clamoring to take off his fans doesn't seem to be a fan of the Dark Knight at all. It's probably the government's entrustment. You think you are knowledgeable, and you are fooled by others, so you just say the Dark Knight , We Dark Knights work so hard, we work hard for 36 hours during the day, and we have to patrol New York at night to protect the safety of the earth and the galaxy..."

Owen's premonition was not groundless. With the broadcast of the live broadcast of the battle at the Brooklyn Bridge, many passionate teenagers and girls automatically gave up for the Dark Knight.

They don't care about the god of economics, the richest man in Asia, etc., they only know that the Dark Knight is so cool, he will kill decisively and not bb, if he feels dissatisfied, he will kill him with one sword, let others die, and do it occasionally Being chivalrous, doing good deeds as they please, and accepting the cheers of others, this is the life they want.

There are even more fanatical fans, and a fan website called "Dark Legion" has been established on the Internet, which specializes in promoting various trends of the Dark Knight, and the number of fans continues to increase.

Jianmei people advocate the pursuit of individual freedom, and one of the consequences is that there are all kinds of strange things, not to mention "ordinary people" like Irving who killed a lot of foreigners, insisted on fighting criminals and maintaining law and order in Jianmei. , is a super villain like the clown. As long as he is cool enough, he will have countless fanatical fans. This is one of the distorted values ​​in Europe and America. I have to say that it is really suitable for Owen.

If it were a traditional Daxia like the young Zhang Sanfeng, this would be a lifetime of stains, and it would never be washed away. It would be good if a decent family didn’t yell for beatings and killings. Basically, no decent people would become friends with Owen or anything.

The Dark Knight, who was distressed by many fanatical fans, was in a rage at this time. Three sniper bullets blocked Owen's body. Dodge, he is not wearing a full set of Adamantium alloy armor, and he has already rushed to the street at this time.

Letting go of his mental perception, he found nothing. Owen instantly analyzed the trajectory of the sniper bullet in his mind, and then used the lightness skill of stepping on the snow to find plums, turning into a faint black shadow, and hurried towards the roof of the building where the sniper was. fly.

2 kilometers away.

The three buildings are arranged in three directions, forming a fan shape corresponding to the Brooklyn Bridge. On the roof, three snipers are lying there, and next to each is an observer holding a sniper telescope, looking at the target 2 kilometers away. , analyzing various data.

"The distance is 2142 meters. The real-time wind speed is 3.6, the temperature is 18, the humidity is 30, and the ballistic correction coefficient is 1.2."

"The target has been locked, do you want to snipe immediately?"

"fire!"

boom!
boom!
boom!
Following the command of the tactical team leader from the communication headset, the three snipers pulled the triggers at the same time. Three specially-made large-caliber sniper bullets, one aimed at Owen's head, one aimed at Owen's heart, and one aimed at Owen's heart. Aiming at Owen's abdomen, the three crossed, covering Owen's whole body within the sniper range.

The speed of the large-caliber sniper bullets is 1000m/s, and the distance is 2 kilometers, that is, within 2 seconds. In one breath, three sniper bullets have already appeared beside Owen.

Even Owen felt chills on his back. This kind of sneak attack was too thrilling, and if he was a little careless, he would end up with a headshot.

"Hit the target!"

"Hit the target!"

"Hit the target!"

The reports of the three observers came from the headset, and before the captain could laugh, he heard the voices of the three observers again.

"No, that's an afterimage. The attack failed. Repeat it. The attack failed."

"Damn it!"

"The target is approaching here quickly, ask for instructions to retreat?"

"Retreat! Retreat!"

"go! go! go!"

The observer standing next to the sniper is not only responsible for measuring the distance and various data to ensure the accuracy of the sniper's sniper, but also responsible for the sniper's escape route and covering the sniper's retreat.

Seeing that the attack failed at this moment, Owen had already crossed hundreds of meters in a blink of an eye, approaching this side rapidly, and the three observers immediately made accurate judgments.

With the captain's consent, the three snipers quickly put away their sniper rifles and evacuated in an emergency according to the route given by the observer. Unfortunately, Owen came too fast, and there was no traffic jam on the top of the tall building. The distance, that is, the effort of a dozen breaths.

When Owen rushed to the building in the middle, the sniper was locked on by Owen's mental perception before he could leave the building.

Owen stood on the top of a high-rise building, watching the orderly retreat of snipers and observers 'in view', smiled coldly, and followed behind them with light work.

After going around several times, the tactical team came together.

The captain made some inquiries, and then dialed the phone number of his superior: "Colonel, we failed, the target person was able to avoid our sniping."

Washington DC.

The representative of the chubby world, the gloomy and cold William Stryker was wearing a camouflage uniform and holding a satellite phone, showing a cold smile: "It's getting more and more interesting."

"Oh, really?"

At this time, a strange voice suddenly came from the other end of the phone.

"who are you?"

"It's not nice to target me and not do enough homework."

"dark Knight."

"That's right, Colonel William Stryker. It seems that your wife died at the hands of your son. It really made you psychotic. Instead of studying your stupid son, you just took all the mutants as targets. Let me tell you what's good about you Woolen cloth?"

"How did you know?"

William Stryker's pupils tightened, and he shouted in a deep voice.

As a soldier who has been engaged in secret work, his information is kept absolutely confidential. Even the members of the tactical team who may be controlled by Owen on the other end of the phone don't know much about it. He doesn't believe that Owen has cleared up his investigation in just a short time. Chu, this only shows that Owen knew him before.

"I'm not like you. Before you determine your target, you must understand it clearly in advance. Otherwise, if you bump into someone you can't provoke, wouldn't it be very wronged to die?"

Owen sneered.

William Stryker regained his composure, and said lightly: "Oh, it seems that you have taken me as a target."

"I didn't have this plan at first, but since you are so confident and want to attack all mutants regardless, then I will do something for the heavens. Well, I'm not kidding you. The fact is that you provoked me, so I will wash it off." Clean neck and wait, I'm not Professor X, and I'm not Wolverine, I'll let you shit stand on my head and shit."

"I am waiting."

William Stryker wasn't too frightened either, he sneered after hearing this.

After hanging up the phone, William Stryker looked at the puppet-like dead woman standing aside, and ordered: "Yuriko, contact Congressman Bush, and let him settle the matter of Magneto as soon as possible."

"……Yes."

The dead girl Koyama Yuriko responded in a somewhat slow manner.

"come over."

William Stryker frowned, beckoned to the dead woman, and took out a potion bottle from his pocket.

The dead woman squatted down skillfully, stretched her neck sideways, and let William Stryker put the medicine bottle on her neck, dripping a few drops of medicine.

"Okay, let's go to work now."

"Yes."

After being dripped with the potion, the dead woman's eyes flickered a few times, and then she answered cleanly.

"Magneto, no matter how arrogant and arrogant you were before, as long as you fall into my hands, you are just an obedient old dog. This is all thanks to my good son, my good son, hahaha... ..."

William Stryker looked at the potion bottle, muttered to himself, and finally, he started laughing wildly, but the laughter was so heart-piercing.

new York.

Owen threw away the phone, glanced indifferently at all the dead tactical teams, and left.

Back at the penthouse in the Bronx, took off the disguise of the Dark Knight, poured a glass of red wine, walked to the open-air balcony, lay on the deck chair by the pool, sipped the wine, and contemplated dealing with William Stryker things.

What he said to William Stryker was true, he did not intend to touch William Stryker before, and even had a tinge of expectation, hoping that William Stryker could kill Professor X.

But now, William Stricker actually regarded him as a target. If it wasn't for Owen's ability, he would have almost died. He couldn't breathe. How could Owen have a clear mind and become a fairy?
"William Stryker, you have provoked the wrong person..."

(End of this chapter)