69novels Chapter 40 It wasn't him!
Chapter 40 It wasn't him!
That man...
Is it really that man?
Whether it was excitement or fear, goosebumps spread from Qin Wei's heels all the way to his hair.
The Red Hooded men, as if waking from a dream, raised their guns and opened fire. In an instant, flames ignited the dark alley, and the pungent smell of gunpowder overpowered the overwhelming stench of garbage.
Qin Wei tackled Oswald, bullets grazing his scalp as they spun and danced among the bricks and trash cans.
Sparks flew from the blood-stained black armor as the mysterious man flicked his wrist, sending out three bat-shaped darts.
The dart spun and grazed the mottled cement wall before accurately piercing the throats of the three thugs at an extremely tricky launch angle.
The wounded Red Hood clutched his throat in agony, the fear of impending death causing his muscles to spasm uncontrollably. They could no longer control their guns; the out-of-control Uzi spewed flames, arcing through the air and mowing down a group of their comrades.
The mysterious man grabbed the nearest red-hooded man, snapped his wrist with a crack, and then swung his powerful elbow down, striking the thug in the face.
The thug collapsed limply, revealing a bloodied and mangled face to Qin Wei.
The men in red hoods next to Qin Wei were terrified. They lost all will to fight, dropped their guns, and scrambled out of the alley.
At this point, only two men in red hoods remained in front of the mysterious man. One was holding a gun, his legs trembling like leaves, while the other sat down in the puddle, covering his head and unable to look at the terrifying figure.
The leather boot stepped over the two corpses and stomped into the puddle.
This action completely shattered the psychological defenses of the armed red-hooded man, who dropped his pistol and knelt down with a thud.
The other red-hooded man was so frightened that he had a mental breakdown. He muttered incoherently and pedaled his legs through the puddles like he was riding a bicycle, using both his hands and feet to crawl towards the alley exit.
Just get there!
As long as I can get to that place!
As they got closer to the alley entrance, Red Hood excitedly ripped off his mask, his contorted face covered in tears and snot.
He felt some regret.
If I had known that such a terrifying monster roamed the Lower District, I would never have listened to Jason's nonsense and gone looking for trouble with the Romans.
He felt somewhat relieved.
I was almost out of there, which was much better than losing my companions. The monster had prey in front of it; it probably wouldn't have time to bother with me!
But did things really turn out as he expected?
As the mysterious man lifted his cloak, a grappling hook shot out from his waist with a whoosh.
The hook pierced the fleeing Red Hood's calf, nailed through the leg bone, and spread out its hind claws, like a bloodthirsty hound biting its prey's flesh.
The poor creature didn't even have time to scream before the retrieved grappling hook brought it to the man's side.
"Help...help me!"
He screamed at the top of his lungs while flying through the air, when the mysterious man grabbed his head and slammed it hard against the concrete wall.
Click!
Brick fragments flew everywhere, and the red-hooded man's head was crushed.
The dark alleyway fell silent.
Witnessing everything, a terrifying thought popped into Qin Wei's mind—this guy is definitely not Batman!
The following scenes quickly confirmed his guess.
Qin Wei's phone rang, and the mysterious man slowly turned his head upon hearing the sound.
He noticed the iconic bat earrings on the other person's mask, but unlike the classic half-open style in the comics, the other person didn't show half of their face.
It was a pure black bat mask.
……
"What, a weirdo?" Gordon asked.
"Yes, he was wearing bulletproof armor and a cloak, and he was another force in this riot. He didn't seem to have any specific target; he would attack anything that was alive, and he was ruthless. Many of our officers were attacked by him, and two of them were seriously injured and sent to the hospital."
"But his meddling was quite effective; the riots were indeed suppressed."
Gordon stroked his beard and fell silent. Suddenly, as if remembering something, he looked up.
"He must have been wearing a hood, right? What does that hood look like?"
"Um... the two pointed horns on its head don't quite look like demon horns. I feel like it looks like some kind of animal, but I can't quite put my finger on it." The young police officer scratched his head, looking troubled.
Gordon gave him a little hint:
"Is it a bat?"
"Ah, right! It's like a bat. When he jumps down from upstairs, his cloak spreads out, just like bat wings!...How did you know, sir?"
"I heard someone say that I thought he was seriously ill and I almost sent him to Arkham Asylum."
When the police officer described the strange man's appearance, he immediately thought of the nonsense Qin Wei had said.
That's right, he first heard about that guy from Qin Wei.
Gordon's memory is indeed quite good, being able to remember the ramblings of some nobody from more than four months ago.
He made up an excuse to send the junior officer away, then took out another phone and called Qin Wei.
Meanwhile, in a small alley in the eastern district, a phone call startled the mysterious man.
The moment he turned around, a terrifying aura, enough to freeze one's blood, filled the alley.
Oswald pressed himself against the wall, barely daring to breathe, his eyes darting around, searching for a weapon strong enough to fight back.
He soon discovered his gun lying in the puddle.
Reason told him that firearms were ineffective against this monster, but when people are under extreme tension, they always subconsciously seek comfort, and at that moment, firearms might be the greatest sense of security he could find.
This step seems reasonable, but if Oswald had observed more closely like Qin Wei, he would have discovered that the mysterious man wouldn't attack unarmed people. The thugs who dropped their guns and ran away upon seeing him are the best examples; even the one who threw down his gun and begged for mercy on his knees escaped with his life.
The most foolish one was Red Hood, who had just died tragically. He wanted to escape but also wanted to hold onto his gun, so his end was naturally miserable.
Oswald's actions are now putting him in the same danger as the Red Hoods.
"Don't……"
By the time Qin Wei realized what was happening and tried to warn him, it was too late; a dark shadow swept past his eyes.
Boom!
When he came to his senses, Oswald's head had been stuffed into the broken concrete wall—a heavy leather boot was pressing down on his face.
The mysterious man looked down at Qin Wei from his vantage point.
His true face was hidden behind the mask, making it impossible to discern his expression and state of mind, but his eyes, reflecting a cold glint, conveyed a strong sense of threat.
So, do you want to get your hands on a gun too?
……
Oswald...
Oswald?
Little penguin!
That moment was both very short and very long. Qin Wei felt as if someone had cut open his brain, stuffed in a full hundred detonators, lit the fuses, and disappeared in a flash, leaving him standing there.
"boom!"
What is a rational problem-solving method?
Do not provoke unknown opponents.
Given that the mysterious man only attacks those with guns, Qin Wei can ensure his safety without doing anything.
It is wishful thinking to expect humanity to remain rational forever.
They are always driven by hormones and swayed by emotions.
For example, Qin Wei's feelings for Oswald: he was indeed using the latter, and he did indeed treat the latter as his best friend.
"Oh!"
Qin Wei glanced down at the gun beside him, his lips twitching as he forced out a short, contemptuous laugh through his teeth.
The next moment, he reached out in front of the mysterious man and slowly touched the pistol.
Isn't this the result you wanted? Come on, this is what I wanted too.
The moment his fingertips touched the pistol, the mysterious man's kick arrived. He raised his knee, his heavy special operations boots whistling through the air as he stomped towards Qin Wei's face.
His attack was swift and decisive, clearly aimed at breaking Qin Wei's neck.
However, this time, the enemy he was facing was not some small-time thug like Red Hood.
Qin Wei sprang up using his Achilles tendon, dodging the kick while shifting his weight forward. His hands gripped the opponent's waist like steel clamps, and he tackled the opponent to the ground.
The mysterious man hesitated, seemingly surprised that Qin Wei could counterattack in milliseconds.
But he soon found the answer when he inadvertently caught a glimpse of Qin Wei's face.
The facial muscles were pulled towards the center of the brow due to the contortion, and when all the wrinkles were tangled between the eyebrows and eyes, the face turned into a ball of furious flame.