Shadow trail of the beautiful world

Chapter 902 60. Stage [3040]

In the chaos of New York City, two hooded men walked silently.

One of them wore a black hood and the other a gray hood.

They covered themselves with that peculiar, gloomy garment, like those who walk in shadows.

The man in gray was silent, while the man in black stopped from time to time to look around.

Around them, there are panicked innocents running away screaming, and rampant bastards taking advantage of the fire.

Maybe the next salvo from the InSight over New York will kill these criminals outright, but before those weapons fire, these bastards can still wanton hurt others.

"I...I've been here..."

The man in black stops in front of a burning school.

Under the hood, he stared blankly at the burning ruins, and said to the silent man in gray beside him:

"I have...memories here...but I can't recall any more, can you?"

He turned his head to look at the man in gray beside him, who didn't respond, like a stone.

As the host of the black light virus, after being released by Wesker, he still has sporadic memories of the past.

But the man in gray was treated as an upgraded version of the tyrant, and it was impossible for him to keep memories of the past in his mind.

Even the personality has been erased almost.

After he was free, he would just follow the man in black instinctively, wandering around in this chaotic city.

The last trace of humanity in his mind told him that the man in black could be trusted.

"Oh, I forgot, you're dumb."

The man in black shrugged. He took another look at the burning school, then turned and left.

According to the deepest impression left in his memory, he walked in another direction.

He didn't know where he came from, what his name was, and where he was going...

Perhaps as the combination of the black light virus and him deepens, he will recall the sealed memories.

But now, he could only postpone his instinctive actions.

"Snapped"

A woman covered in blood was thrown from the second floor on the side of the street and landed at the feet of the man in black.

He lowered his head and looked at the woman. The latter was seriously injured and stabbed many times, but with her last breath, she stretched out her bloody hand with difficulty, trying to ask for help.

The man in black looked at the bloody hand, but he didn't hold it.

He didn't know this hurt woman...

"It hurts to watch..."

The man in black commented casually, then raised his foot, passed the dying woman, and continued to walk forward.

Behind him, the man in gray was even more unwavering about this.

"I remember... I had a house..."

The man in black rubbed his forehead, he said:

"Just around here..."

"Help!"

A sharp cry for help sounded in the distance, and the super perception given by the black light virus allowed the man in gray to hear the call for help several blocks away.

He should have ignored these people who had nothing to do with him as before.

But when the familiar voice reached his ears, the man in black stopped walking forward.

He turned his head in doubt, looked in the direction of the voice, and said:

"This voice... I seem to have heard it somewhere..."

"Sister! No, let go of my sister!"

The next moment, the voice of another crying boy sounded in the distance, and the eyes of the man in black under the hood narrowed.

"Hello, dumb."

His body squatted down slightly, as if he was about to jump up from the spot, and he said to the silent man in gray behind him:

"I'm going to see... Do you want to come with me?"

The man in gray didn't answer.

The man in black patted his forehead.

"Hey, I forgot again, you're dumb."

"boom"

In the next second, the ground under the man in black's feet shattered under the powerful bombardment, and the curled up legs were like springs, pushing the man in black to shoot towards the direction of the sound.

Like a fired cannonball.

And after he left, the man in gray followed closely behind.

But he didn't choose to jump, but was running at an extremely fast speed, like a gray lightning bolt.

On the street where Jessica and the child were attacked, Lisa had already been caught by the passing super criminal.

The big girl is struggling, but she is just an ordinary person.

She couldn't stop the perverted lunatic from ripping off her coat, and little Frank tried to rush to rescue his sister, but was opened by the criminal.

The child lay on the ground after being beaten, his cheeks were bloodshot.

But like a little wolf cub, he didn't fear the pain, but gritted his teeth and charged forward again.

"Don't come here! Frank, don't come here!"

Lisa stopped her younger brother, while the criminal raised his hand with a smirk, white bone spurs protruding from his fingers, and he looked at little Frank with murderous intent in his eyes.

"Little brat...go to hell!"

"Swish"

The sharp bone spur stabbed towards little Frank.

Behind them, Jessica had been beaten to the ground by seven crazy superhumans, unable to support her at all.

It seemed that the next moment, a tragedy was about to happen.

"boom"

At the moment when the bone spur hit little Frank, a figure that fell from the sky fell beside the super criminal and the two children.

He hit the ground, and when he landed, an impact-shaped depression appeared on the ground under his feet.

Under the black hood, his eyes looked at the bone spurs from the criminal in front of him, and the little boy with clenched fists and an expression of refusal to admit defeat.

When he saw the red and swollen wound on the little boy's cheek, a nameless anger rose from the heart of the man in black who had forgotten everything.

The fire of anger burned so violently, so loudly, so madly.

The passive anger surprised the man in black himself.

why...

Why can't he tolerate the child in front of him being hurt?

What does this kid have to do with him?

"boom"

The bone spur stabbed by the grinning criminal was firmly grasped by a gloved hand the next moment.

As if held by iron tongs, the bone spur was stopped in front of little Frank, motionless.

The man in black looked down at Frank Jr., and Frank Jr. looked up at the man in black. The child saw the man's face covered by the hood, although he couldn't see his eyes.

But the familiar face outline and the familiar chin made little Frank's eyes full of surprise at this moment.

"father!"

Little Frank yelled.

This call was like a key, piercing into the mind of the man in black, like opening a tightly locked box, and turning out the chaotic memories inside.

Well...

He remembered.

Although there is not much to think of, it is enough.

he is...

Frank.

Frank Castle!

He has two children and a loving wife.

And the little boy in front of him was his child.

He is a father...

"Oh."

Frank responded dryly to his son's call.

He raised his head and looked at Lisa who was caught by the super criminal in front of him and her coat was torn off.

"Lisa?"

Frank said in a hoarse voice:

"Your name is Lisa, right?"

Lisa looked at the sudden appearance of her father in disbelief. Before she could answer, she was thrown to the ground by the criminal.

The grinning guy waved his hand, and a sharp bone spur popped out from the other hand.

During the whistling, the bone spur stabbed at the meddling Frank.

However, before the bone spur flew out, a gray-clothed man rushed towards him like lightning from the other side of the road. He raised his left arm and waved it casually.

In the zigzag black flash, the invincible super criminal was cut into four pieces by the black claws.

As the top-level product of the Tyrant series, it is a "work of art" developed regardless of cost.

The destructive power of the "Sleeping God" tyrant is not comparable to those mass-produced cannon fodder.

The head of the super criminal flew out, and surprise remained on his ferocious face.

His torn body fell to the ground, and the spurted blood covered Lisa's cheeks.

"Don't be so rough, dumb...uh, Russo!"

His mind was still in chaos, but Frank, whose memories had begun to return, said something dissatisfied.

He squatted down, gently helped his daughter up, and then wiped the blood on her face with his sleeve.

He said to little Frank and Lisa:

"It's okay, children, let's go, there's nothing to see here."

After speaking, he was about to leave with the two children.

But Lisa grabbed the wrist of the father who had become weird, she pointed to the chaos behind her, and she said:

"Sister Jessica is still there! We need to help her. When you are not around, she is the one who takes care of us and protects us. Dad, save her!"

"Um... well."

Frank shrugged, how could a qualified father refuse a request from his daughter?

"Stand back, kids."

Frank walked in the direction of the beaten Jessica.

As he walked, he moved his hands.

Black light shone on his arms, his fingers twisted with flesh.

Soon, the left hand turned into a sharp curved blade covered with spikes, and the right hand turned into a biochemical sharp ax with flesh and blood.

Under the amazed gaze of the two children, their father walked into the group of crazy superhumans like a stroll.

Raised his left hand and pierced one;

Swing down your right hand and chop one down.

The power of the black light virus surged in Frank's body, which originated from the brutal power at the top of the food chain.

Coupled with Frank Castle's almost instinctive fighting intuition and peak fighting methods.

It's not a fight, or a rescue.

It was a total massacre.

Lisa covered her younger brother's eyes with her hand. She looked at her father who was creating a massacre without a trace of blood on his body. Her body couldn't help but tremble a little.

Such a father...

It's a little strange.

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"click"

The black, streamlined, exaggerated and cool Batmobile stopped at No. 117A Bleecker Street with a perfect tail swing.

As the wing-shaped car door opened, Batman in a black bat suit stepped out of the car. He stood on the side of the road, with the cloak behind him draped over him, covering his entire body.

In front of Bruce, Merlin was sitting on a chair by the side of the street, reading a thick black book in his hands.

Beside him were the corpses of criminals.

"Merlin!"

Steve Rogers, who came out from the other side of the Batmobile, was still pale.

He escaped from the Trident Building that day, avoiding being mind controlled.

But in the confusion, he was chased by the soldiers of Hydra, and was finally rescued by the No. 006 Avenger Batman who received a distress signal.

"Steve..."

Merlin raised his head and put away the book in his hand. He looked at Captain America with the shield on his back, and said:

"Can you still fight?"

"Ah."

Steve gritted his teeth and nodded, he said:

"I've been in a coma for 1 day... now it's bad, isn't it?"

"well enough."

Merlin stood up, took something out of his pocket, and threw it to Batman.

The latter received it in his hand, and found that it was two bronze-colored fists, dotted with green gem-like things on the fists.

Bruce knew what it was, and he knew who it was for.

He put away his fist and stood beside Merlin without saying a word.

"Let's go, let's go to the battlefield!"

Merlin glanced at the sunshine in the sky. In this devastated city, he said to the two people in front of him:

"The support that can be given to us is very little, two, just the three of us, and the number of enemies is a bit too much..."

"how many?"

asked Steve.

Merlin glanced at him, stepped into the Batmobile, and whispered:

"Everyone..."

"So if you want to go, do it now."

"It's all coming."

Steve shook his head. He sat back in the passenger seat of the Batmobile, fastened his seat belt, and said:

"It's somewhat impolite to leave without saying hello to your opponents."

Batman sat in the main driver, under his distinctive bat helmet, there was a gleam of light in his eyes.

The moment the Batmobile started, he said in a husky voice:

"I'm here to contain three out-of-control Avengers... you go to other things."

"Are you alone?"

The captain asked with some doubts:

"Do you want me to help?"

"enough."

Bruce said calmly:

"No matter how strong a person is, there are weaknesses."

"Steve, you go to deal with the main console of the Trident headquarters and destroy that thing!"

The Batmobile is designed as a two-seater, so Merlin can only exist behind the seat in the form of black mist. In the drifting black mist, Merlin's voice sounded:

"Leave the culprit and the rest to me!"

"Where's the clown?"

Driving Batman asked:

"Who's going to deal with him? In my experience, it's not a good idea to let him run around."

"You reminded me."

In the black mist, Merlin took out a mobile phone, dialed a series of numbers, and said to the two people in front of him:

"I have someone who is most suitable to deal with him..."

"We're going to use a lunatic against another lunatic..."

"Hello, Wade?"

"Are you interested in taking a job?"

After a while, Merlin finished calling. He thought about it and dialed another number.

"Hello? Reed? I'm Merlin, I need you to do me a favor..."

In front of the fast-moving Batmobile, the Trident Building was already in sight.

This black vehicle carried three warriors to the final battle.

What they have to face will be the most difficult challenge, just like a drama that is about to kick off the final curtain.

The curtain is raised, the lights are in place, the actors wait on the stage, and the show begins...

The stage is ahead!

raven...

Come to an appointment!

(End of this chapter)