Marvel – Immortal Path

Christmas is coming.

Pedestrians on the street are standing next to each other, gorgeous neon shining endlessly, and the melodious and nostalgic Christmas Jazz Moon is displayed outside the speakers outside the shop facade, which makes people feel nostalgic for the good times of the 1980s and 1990s.

The young child is naughty, breaking free from the hands of his parents, running happily along the street, while waving the colorful vortex-shaped lollipops held in his hands, while stepping on those newly bought Little Pi boots The semi-melted snow under the steps of the shop is slightly gray and black.

Papa,

He ran into someone.

Head up, eyes facing each other.

He is a majestic and solemn middle-aged man with short black hair, a beard, and a clear and deep outline of the eyebrows. The decent suit on him does not add a bit of elegance, but faintly reveals a burly His sturdy figure makes him look even more deterrent, like a sleeping lion lying resting in the shade of the trees-so the naughty boy thought.

The middle-aged man squatted down, pulled out the square coarse cloth from his chest pocket, and help the naughty boy to wipe off the sewage from his leather boots with a blank face. There was no sound in the process.

Parents rushed over and apologized to the man. Until then, the naughty boy discovered that the corner of the man’s expensive suit was stuck with own lollipop scraps, and also fine traces of crystal saliva, like a piece Ugly scars.

"I'm very sorry, sir," the naughty father apologized, and his wife promptly suggested that there is a good laundry nearby that can clean these traces.

"No," the man refused, and went straight into the dark alley.

He is an Arab, and it is obvious that the traces of the years eroded by wind and sand are like dents left by a carving knife, lingering.

The vast sea of ​​sand in the center of Eurasia has buried countless generations of wise, stupid, heroic, or cowardly people. Together with the real name of this Arab and the past, it is filled with softness and gentleness. Among the quicksand.

People call him Als Al Gul, Ra's-Al-Hhul, which means the head of the devil in ancient Arabic.

This complicated name is quite meaningful. Since he has become the leader of the group of demons, there must be a corresponding villain who works for him.

Assassin Alliance, or Shadow Warrior, this organization created by Als Al Goul thousands of years ago has been hiding in the dark, with the so-called "ultimate peace" as its final program. , Destroying what they think of evil in secret.

In 541, the noble character left by ancient Rome has fallen, and the Assassin Alliance concocted the Justinian Plague, which severely damaged the Byzantine Empire in one fell swoop.

On September 2, 1666, when London was about to embark on its path to modern times, the Assassin Alliance created another soaring fire. After the raging fire that lasted for three days and three nights, only left A mess of ruins.

And these are just some named cases...

Assassin Alliance is like a razor held in the hands of Als Al Goul, using his own The ethics of thinking eliminates the so-called "evil".

In this narrow alley, only this man who has lived for countless years stands alone, staring at the gloomy low night through the gap between the two tall buildings.

"long time no see, Mr. Als Al Gul."

Untimely husky voices sounded in the corner, and the Arab turned around, staring at the A ray of light in the shadows.

It was a man wearing a fierce full-body armor. He wore a left-yellow and right-black mask. He was divided into half by the central axis, and he carried two crossed katana on his back.

"Death knell."

Als Al Gour whispered the name, "The best killer in the world, the most competent mercenary, as long as you have money, There is no dirty work that I dare not undertake."

"Indeed, someone once paid 200 million USD for your item." The death knell curl one's lip came out from the darkness, "It is true, The price is really good, but for you, the leader of the assassin alliance, it’s still a bit low."

"Then I can rest assured," the Arab said indifferently with his lips curled up. "What are you doing in Gotham?"

"Some people spend money to eat and drink, some people spend money to order songs," Death Knell said coldly: "As a killer, I just follow the employer's request and kill."

The Arab raised his eyebrows, "Who hired you? Hydra? Or the fat and bloated penguin?"

"Sorry, trade secrets." The death knell spread his hands and asked. : "However, I would like to know why you are here."

"This city."

"en?" The death knell was a little puzzled.

"This city." The Arab repeated, turning a little sideways so that the death knell could see the lively and colorful street scene outside the alleys, "What did you see?"

The death knell remained silent, and his expression could not be seen under the mask.

"I always thought Batman existed to protect the city." The Arab sighed, "But without him, Gotham has become even better."

" What you see is only one-sided," the death knell said indifferently: "There are dark corners everywhere, and there is a hiding place for people like us."

"No," the Arab shook the head, "Not enough."

"What do you mean."

"I used the plague to destroy the entire Europe, and used fire to wipe out London. The assassin alliance will appear and maintain the essence of civilization."

The Arabs slowly said in a gentle and generous tone, "I see Gotham’s hope, but this hope will soon If you are submerged, if you kill a bad person, there will always be a second and a third person. They are like bloodthirsty flies looking for the rancid smell of the corpse. They are endlessly killed."

He spread his hands and seemed to hold something in his arms, "This city is corrupt."

The death knell regretted negotiating with the Arabs, but he still maintained the reservedness of his loyal audience and listened to each other. Long talk.

"As you can see, the beauty in front of you wants to cast a sand castle on the seashore. As long as the tide comes, Gotham will collapse as before." Fiercely, the leader of the assassin alliance, clenched his fist, as if to Take everything in your hands, "Rather than let Gotham be rotten and ruined over and over again, let me end it all."

The death knell finally came to his senses and said: "You want to destroy Gotham?"

"That's right." Als Al Gul nodded, "but I want to find the person who killed Batman first."

The death knell screamed, and said hoarsely: "It seems that our goals are the same."

"What information do you have?"

"No comment." The death knell shook the head and turned away.

"The snow on the outskirts of the city," the Arab said behind him, "maybe it will be lively tonight."

"..." The death knell turned his head. Staring at the angular face of Als El Gul, "I don't like someone intervening in my Quest."

Before the voice was over, he rushed to the leader of Assassin,

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The katana was unsheathed, and the mirror-smooth back of the sword reflected the deserted moonlight.