Chapter 52 (1/2)
On the way forward, waves of people in black fell down in front of them. Vike expressed her satisfaction with this. If possible, she would like to expand the news into a documentary.
When she had thought of the names, it was the death knell on the point of the knife.
With the dazzling pictures and her professional explanation, she felt sure she would be on fire. For example,
”when the first ray of moonlight in early spring was scattered on the land of Gotham, the people in black and yellow armor would take a sharp knife and set off from home. She crossed the road full of corpses and came to another world full of blood to play. This is an ancient custom of killers and also a way of life that people spend their leisure time on weekdays... ”
” corpses are undoubtedly the common crystallization of biology and great killers. The tacit coordination of body and blade makes the warm and warm viscera burst out instantly and then smash, leaving only the simple fragrance and empty body... ”
” it's spring, and I'm in Gotham's funeral Zhong killed hundreds more people; the black arrows in the South chose to use bows and arrows; the death shooters who were not far away preferred sniper rifles; Ms. Siva in the East chose to use her own hands, and the killers in different areas had their own characteristics... ”
looking at the killing skills of Su Ming and Cindy in the crowd, she deeply understood the aesthetics of blood and violence The blood on the wall, in her eyes, gradually became like a painting with self will.
Every blood line, every piece of red damp, every piece of visceral fragment, seems to express something, what comes from a higher level of spirit and ideas.
If Su Ming knew about this idea, he would definitely give her a dove and encourage her to be a director and make films.
the present enemy is no longer capable of succeeding, and the two death knell completely disintegrated their will to fight.
In fact, for Su Ming, it doesn't make much difference whether hundreds of people rush in at a time or dozens of people add oil a little bit. The number of ordinary people is just a tiny problem.
Even in the various calculations in his mind, the number of these gangsters could not constitute a variable. In his mind, there was only a constant ”the speed of advance in the face of a group of ordinary enemies.”.
No matter how many people there are on the other side and what kind of weapons are in their hands, the speed of the death knell can't be stopped there.
Finally, after eliminating the last group of enemies, they came to two huge doors, which were beautifully repaired and were demolished from a high-end hotel. Push open the door, inside is like a study like hall, fireplace is still burning, but there is no one inside.
There was a smell of cigars and alcohol in the room, and it was apparently Falcone who had hosted Gordon, and there was no idea what they were talking about.
”It's three people. There are three people and a cat in the room.” Cindy said, picking up a long black hair from the sofa with the tip of a knife, and the blood dripped into the cracks of the armrest of the sofa, stained with several long white hairs.
”Why cats?” Vico asked questions, and she wanted to analyze the next victim's story more from the side.
Su Ming pauses for a moment. Although he has a headache, he is aware of something wrong when he enters the room just now.
He sat on the sofa with a smile, took off his helmet, turned out two teacups, poured out the tea from the teapot and tasted it. The conclusion is that the tea that foreigners drink is not that kind of taste. The tea produced in South Asia may have some curry flavor.
The temperature of the water was still warm. Soon after they left, he did not rush to chase after him. Instead, he calmly replied to Victor: