Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 897: Joney

I emerged from the shadows, already at the edge of the high-rise rooftops, I did not hesitate to jump out and glide through the air with the help of the cloak made of quarks. I quickly swept, and the invisible high-speed passage spread across the outer wall of the building. I circled up along it, and gravity seemed to have lost its effectiveness. My unfettered Benz, no matter how far away, can cross the sky, the air current is my friend, I feel the pleasure of using ** to walk in the vast real space. This kind of pleasure makes me addicted, and it makes me not want to stop, the goal that should be far away has become so close.

I saw the target in the traffic flow from a distance. I overlooked from a high place. There are too many street art in this area. It complements the neon surrounding buildings. This is a prosperous big city, and it has an especially full and glamorous atmosphere. The appeal of this atmosphere is so powerful that the oppression that has always existed in this city has become extremely small. I know that many people love this city. This kind of love makes the gloom only live in the sewers, instead of walking upright on the table. This is a positive force. The police officers I met have always been there. Carry out such power.

I like such a prosperous and peaceful city, even if it has many problems inevitably, for most people living in this city, those problems are not enough to destroy their good impression of the city. And this kind of love is also a power that can infect me. No matter what is unsatisfactory, as long as a city can bring a sense of security, a stable life and a passion for survival to the people living in it, then this is a good city.

It is hard for me to imagine that this metropolis with tens of millions of people is in the end. The prosperity and stability are destroyed in one day. Panic is spreading everywhere. There are such plots in movies and novels. However, I have always been absolutely sure if such a fictional scene really turns into reality. The real scene will surely make people lament their lack of imagination.

I don't know. Can I stop the doomsday, but I have already made up my mind to stop it. In this process, I have encountered all kinds of frustrating force majeure, and even death. I didn't have any greater hope for myself, but my destiny is so peculiar. When you fall into the most extreme predicament of self-consciousness, you think you have no choice, no more possibilities, and your dream is about to die. Suddenly discovered that all seemingly cruel trends, when they converge, suddenly evolve a ray of light that allows you to regain everything.

Maybe, the hope I see now. It is just a remnant lamp in despair, and it will go out again not far ahead. Perhaps this is just another joke of fate, a malicious joke to manipulate the existence of this fate. but. I am still very grateful. It can make me see this hope again and make me feel that I can reverse everything.

Even though all the past tells me, don’t expect your own bad luck, don’t think that temporary improvement means good results, don’t think that temporary success will continue. Perhaps, my best approach, I just ignore this hope, learn to give up something on the initiative, and learn what is called "practical", but, me, I won't look back even if I break through the south wall, unless it hits me to death.

Yes, no one can stop me unless I don’t let me see hope.

I drove on the roof, followed the car in my vision, along a straight line, across the wide gap between each building. For others, obstacles that cannot be crossed, to me, are flat on the ground. I monitor the target and enjoy the freedom of Mercedes-Benz. This kind of invigorating and unscrupulous feeling like a bunch of wings on my shoulders cannot be obtained by sitting in any vehicle.

The passenger in that car is Duff and her date, a strange second-level Mageweave messenger. I think it is necessary to talk to this magicweave messenger. Of course, the place for the conversation should be chosen carefully. The meeting of two magicweave messengers who are strange to each other will not have a peaceful beginning, so if you can, the most Choose a site that won't disturb others. I have calculated that in order to have a good conversation between us, we must bring down one of the sides in the battle, but it will not be me who gets brought down.

The Mageweave messenger has been sending Duff to the square very close to her rented house, and the two kissed and lingered, and bid farewell to each other. Duff stood by the side of the road and watched the car leave the field of vision, before turning around and walking in the other direction, but that was not the direction of renting. It seemed that she had to deal with more than one date this evening. I now have to choose between "continue to protect Duff in the dark" and "intercept the Mageweave messenger". However, this decision did not take much time. I wrapped myself in a cloak and jumped out of the shadows again. At that time, I was already next to the vending machine that Duff must pass by. The person in front of the vending machine stood up straight and was startled: "Hey, Mr. Police, you are scared of me. When did you stand here? "

"Sorry, just came here." I smiled at him. His eyes fell on my mace and suitcase, his eyes widened again, his jaw seemed to be dislocated, and he didn't close it for a long time. At this moment, Duff walked straight past us. I was dressed in a police uniform, with a low-pressure hat on my head, probably because of this, she didn't notice it.

Without a word, I used swift skimming past Duff, holding her around the corner, and following a secluded and quiet unconventional path, chasing the vehicle of the Mageweave Messenger. Although it took a while, I re-locked him-he drove straight down the street and had not reached the intersection.

The traffic lights came on, the car came to a halt slowly, and I stayed on the roof next to it again. At this time, Duff just came back to her senses, and when she realized her situation, she couldn't help but feel a little at a loss. My speed is too fast. For Duff, it's probably like a teleportation experience. At least, when she reacted, she could only open her mouth in shock.

"Who are you?" She asked with some trepidation, but she didn't immediately attack the person who held her, which showed that her mind was still sober.

I took off my police cap and let her see my face clearly.

"It's you?" she exclaimed.

"It's me." I said, "Your date is a bit dangerous."

"Who are you!?" She looked furious. "Are you following me? What are you going to do?"

"Who is Spider-Man, who I am, just protecting you." I said, staring at the vehicle below.

Duff followed my gaze and looked down. I immediately saw the car of the date.

"Protect me? Are you stalking Jonny?" She frowned, knowing that it was difficult to understand the current situation. She pushed me, "Let go of me!"

As she wishes.

"Go back and talk about the specific situation. Now, you can choose to give up the next nightlife, go home and stay with me, or come with me." I said.

She sneered: "Do I really have a choice?"

The green light started to light up, the traffic started to move again, and the Mageweave Envoy's vehicle turned into another street. then. I said to Duff: "Now, you can make a decision."

Duff stared at the car of the Mageweave Messenger, bit her lower lip and thought for a while, and finally said to me: "Go together. I want to see what you are doing." She seemed to have realized that I was letting go. The kindness came out, and I really didn't threaten her at all.

"Hold me." I said to her. She did so unceremoniously. After that, we once again shuttled in the night sky of the city. At first, Duff screamed again and again, and his arms couldn't help but increase his strength. I was worried that she would fall into a meatloaf, but she was quite adaptable, and soon began to enjoy such a free walk, and even yelled excitedly: "Wow! Great! I believe you are now I’m a superhero. I didn’t expect that there really is someone like Spiderman in this world. I’m not dreaming, am I?” But in a blink of an eye he said, “No! Maybe you are a super villain, that’s cool. If you do What bad thing, a righteous party will hit the door? This reminds me of your tragic look a few hours ago."

I did not reply. Her imagination is somewhat close to the facts. I am not a just superhero. Although I really want to be a superhero, my behavior can only be regarded as the dark hero that the police officer said at best. Dark heroes tend to become scary villains when they are ambiguous. For an orderly city, the most troublesome thing is such a guy. I fully understand the look in the police officer’s eyes when he looks at me. .

"Why are you tracking Jonny?" Duff asked, "He and you are of the same kind?" Her statement of the same kind, she was quite correct.

"Yes, he, like me, is someone with some special abilities." I said, "So, I have to make sure which side he is on."

"Faction?" Duff quickly understood, "So, which camp do you belong to?"

"I have only one person." I answered unabashedly. This answer, obviously a little unexpected, made her silent for a while.

"I probably understand." Duff said so, but whether she really understood my complicated situation is still a question, but her attitude has become soft again." Jonny is a good man. His wife and daughter were killed in the accident. I don’t think he is the person you are looking for."

"It has nothing to do with what kind of person he is." I said to her: "He has power, this is the most fundamental reason."

"Just because of his power?" Duff said excitedly: "He has never revealed his power!"

"Maybe." I don't plan to argue with her on this point. "In this city, under strict supervision, all people with power can't escape the troubles that come from this."

"What did you say?" Duff's expression was a little startled, "This city..."

I nodded and said: "In the past, this city was very calm and normal, but I can feel that it is now gradually being enveloped by a whirlpool. Something big will happen here soon. I want to find out what it is. If Possibly, I want to stop it. All people who have a relationship with me will become a clue of fate. I myself, like a magnet, will endlessly attract these clues to my side-you can think, This is also a power of mine, a power to get involved in or cause trouble."

"It's like a good detective's side, always dead?" Duff raised his brow sharply.

"...probably that's what it means." I said.

"So, do you think Jonny has a clue?" Duff asked again.

"Experience tells me that it usually becomes like that." I replied.

"Well, I can't understand the logic of people like you, but I can look at it." Duff's mood suddenly calmed down. The attitude of insisting on speaking for Jonny as before is a phantom.

"Do you like Jonny?" I asked.

"Of course, he is a good customer." Duff replied indifferently: "But. After tonight, probably not. You know. How much will your actions cost me?"

"It's better than dying without knowing it." I smacked my tongue secretly. This woman is really fickle enough. What kind of attitude is she really thinking?

"If you don't do it to him, Jonny won't hurt me." Duff said, "So, since your recklessness made me lose a valuable customer, then. You must help me to do what I can. . Don’t refuse, I know you will agree. I look at people’s abilities, but they are very accurate."

"Well, if it's what I can do. It doesn't violate my principles." I landed on another rooftop and let Duff land on the ground. The car of Mageweave Envoy Johnny stopped at the entrance of the alley not far away. From this angle, it was possible to have a panoramic view of the situation over there. and. It won't resonate between the magic lines-I touched the magic lines on the inside of my wrist, and within this distance, it hasn't responded.

This area is relatively quiet, pedestrians pass by in a hurry, not many want to stop. This atmosphere seems to make the light of the street lamps dim. Jonny got out of the car, leaned against the car, lit a cigarette with a lighter, as if deliberately waiting for someone. In about ten minutes, many people passed by him, but then fewer and fewer people passed the road, and after another ten minutes, only Jonny was left there.

It wasn't until this time that someone rushed out of the alley next to the car. He walked very quickly, his face covered with a round-brimmed hat, and he looked cautiously out of sight. When he saw Jonny, he took the cigarette that Jonny handed over naturally, and also leaned on the car body and smoked for a while. Until the cigarettes were completely exhausted, the two officially talked for a while. When the man left the dark alley again, Jonny took out a cigarette again, lit it and smoked it quietly. His back looks particularly melancholy, this appearance should be able to arouse women's sensibility. I thought so, but Duff was sitting on the edge of the roof, with his feet hanging outside, looking at the man with a calm expression.

"Stay here, I'll go meet him." I said to her.

Duff shrugs, expressing that he knows. I put down the mace, carried the suitcase, wrapped myself in the cloak, and plunged into the shadows. When I reappeared, I was already standing behind Jonny, and the magic pattern suddenly felt a burning pain. Jonny seemed to have noticed something too, and turned around abruptly, and had a face-to-face with me.

His eyes quickly swept across the huge suitcase in my hand, and when he saw the magic pattern that I had not concealed, his pupils suddenly tightened.

"Who are you?" he asked in a deep voice.

"Maybe it's not the enemy." I replied gently, "I just want to know something. You may have something I want to know."

"I like talking, I don't like hands." Jonny stared at me and said.

"I have a better way to get information than talking." I forcefully said, "Look at my eyes!"

Johnny couldn't help but stare into my eyes, but the next moment he broke free of this subconscious inertia, he suddenly raised his hand and shot fist-sized flame missiles. Although the speed of the flame missile is as fast as a baseball hit with full force, it is ineffective to me. Swipe took me behind Jonny, I waved my suitcase and hit him. This time, he couldn't avoid it, but when the body was thrown out, it suddenly broke down into masses and burst into flames. The ashes accelerated into the alley, and then rushed into the ventilation fan on the wall.

In the chain judgment~IndoMTL.com~ this burning ashes traveled along the long air passage. I used the quick sweep to move forward together, but I couldn't walk through such a narrow gap like him. He finally got out of the ventilation opening on the roof somewhere, and restored his body to a human shape again. At the same time, I came behind him again, and before he could react, I hit again with the suitcase.

Touch——

His consciousness did not react, but the instinct of the body awakened the super power again. In the blink of an eye, the body that broke down into burning ashes crossed a distance of more than ten meters, which was not undesirable, but I still reached behind him first for the third time.

This time, the suitcase I waved up was smashed up while he was reconstructing his human form. As I expected, he couldn't disassemble himself again immediately, and he just formed the half body of the entity, and was immediately smashed out.

As soon as Johnny recovered, he fell heavily on the wall and couldn't get up for a while. After excluding the effects of super power, his own physical fitness is obviously not strong enough to withstand the heavy blow of ky1999. He clutched his chest in embarrassment and slowly propped up his body from the ground. I walked to his ear and said to him: "Look into my eyes!"

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