Black dry branches meandered and receded on both sides of the road. There wasn't much ice and snow in Gotham, maybe it was just this year.
On Lin's way home, although riding his bicycle made him a little cold, the kitten liked the weather very much. Although hiding in Lin's arms was definitely warmer than outside, he kept getting out. In desperation, Lin En had no choice but to take the little black cat out of his arms and put it on his shoulder again. Then the little guy climbed to the top of Lin En's head in a few moments.
"If you act like this, don't I become a mount?"
"Snow."
Kittens can talk. Lynn knew this from the beginning.
Digimon don't seem to have any infancy stage, although they have various stages of life and strictly abide by this setting, infancy stage, growth stage, maturity stage...
But in each different period, they are complete individuals, and their thinking patterns and intelligence levels do not seem to have changed much.
Digimon in the mature stage can talk, and they can also speak when they regress to the growth stage. There is nothing surprising.
However, the little black cat Schrödinger is not yet "one year old". To be precise, it has only been a few hours since birth, and the skill of speaking is still in a state of development.
"Yes, it's snow. Hey, what do you think I rename you Snow? You were born in winter, and you're all black. It would be interesting to call you Snow."
The kitten wasn't very good at talking, but it could still understand, so it directly expressed its dissatisfaction with Linn's decision to change its name through actions.
Lin En's forehead instantly had a plum blossom mark.
"Hey, you can do this. The first time I used Meow Meow Fist, I used it on my head!"
Lifting up the bicycle that had fallen in the snow, Linn took two quick steps, pinched the back of Schrödinger's fateful neck and picked it up.
At this time, the kitten seemed to finally be able to distinguish between the big and small kings, and stretched out its paws to please Lin En.
"Who did you learn this from? Your moral integrity is... hmm?"
The car backed into the ditch, and Linn was of course standing in the ditch now. After wasting just a minute or two, Linn discovered that a car was actually driving in on this road that was usually mostly deserted.
"It's an all-black off-road vehicle. It doesn't look like it's driven by a good person..."
Batman must know where he lives. Although he usually never comes to Linn's house to look for him, Linn can be sure that with Mr. Bateman's character, surveillance is not necessarily necessary, and the investigation must be conducted over and over again.
Lin En didn't hide it from him deliberately, so of course he would find out.
Would Batman drive such a car?
This car is not cool at all, how could it fit Mr. Bateman’s character?
"So, there are guests coming..."
Lin En lay on the snow and put on his equipment bit by bit.
The power of the mind can never replace the power of the body.
They are always complementary and dependent on each other.
Lin En has strong "spiritual energy" and a system plug-in, but at present, he is definitely not a powerful person.
At the current stage, ordinary people can easily cause fatal damage to him.
As long as that ordinary person is holding a sniper rifle.
Ever since Batman told Lynn about Falcone's wanted hunt for him, Lynn had restrained himself a lot.
In the DC worldview, there are many powerful individuals who are still bewitched and bound by money and other things, and stand on the dark side.
Unlike next door, there are many ordinary people here who don't care about natural science. They are obviously ordinary people, but in terms of personal skills, there are often theoretical peak players.
Lin En's extremely limited knowledge of DC included quite a few villains of this type, and quite a few of them were the type who could be moved by money and were willing to take on private jobs.
Faced head-on, Linn was confident of defeating the opponent.
But being attacked by surprise is another matter.
Therefore, it is time to counter-attack.
After putting on his own helmet and a complete set of equipment, Linn picked up the kitten and said a few words to it. After letting the kitten run away, Linn lurked in the snow and secretly approached those who got off the off-road vehicle. guys.
after……
He was discovered within three seconds.
"grass……"
Looking at his all-black armor, and imagining how stupid it would be to see a dark humanoid object lying in the snow on the other side, trying to sneak attack, Linnt wanted to slap himself.
That's not how it's played in the movie...
"Okay, I won't pretend anymore. I'm showing my cards right. I'm not an assassin, nor am I a melee fighter."
The snow-covered branches in the forest were shaking. Lin En stood behind the wooden shield that moved closer to him and gradually blocked him. He waved his hand gently: "Sajia is a woodland mage. Please call me..."
"It's the ability of Thornman! Fire!"
"Fuck! Have you ever been to school? What kind of name is this?!"
Lin En suddenly gave up the idea of staying alive to ask about the situation.
Anyway... He looked back behind him. There must be someone over there who could ask questions. At the worst, just go to Falcone~~
If you can't solve the problem, then solve the people who created the problem.
………………………………
"Please answer when you hear it, ugly guy? Hello?"
On the roof, after repeated confirmations, the man finally confirmed that he had indeed lost contact with his observation team.
As the world's top killer, this is the first time he is forced to cooperate with others to carry out assassinations. In the past, although there were strange employers who would make strange requirements, such as the target must die somewhere, or the target must die while being with someone, these requirements were not too difficult for him.
After all, he is Lawton, Deadshot, one of the most proficient marksmen in the world.
Falcone hired him, but didn't trust him. This was the only reason Falcone forced him to accept "help".
Lawton believed that when he completed his mission, those helpers would immediately turn against him and point their guns at him.
After all, Falcone, who owns almost all of Gotham, actually hires others to complete his revenge on his enemies, which in itself means a failure.
For someone like Falcone, it was a symbol of the cracks in his image of invincibility.
Lawton knew this, but he didn't care.
It's just a waste of a few more bullets, that's all.
What he was more concerned about was the strange tree man, Lawton called the druid who could conjure vines.
"I have to get out of here."
As long as Lawton shoots, he almost never misses, but every time he shoots, he is very cautious.
The current situation can be regarded as the last situation an assassin wants to face.
His observer has lost contact, and the enemy's information is obviously different from what he knows. More importantly, he is not sure whether he has been exposed.
So, he decided to leave.
As soon as he had this idea, Lawton, whose ears were so sensitive that he could almost hear the fluttering wings of hummingbirds, heard the sound of stepping on the snow behind him.
After turning around, raising his hand, and activating the infrared detection device, Lawton saw something not far behind him.
cat. black kitten.
Cold sweat slipped from tired temples.
Of course he didn't forget that more than ten minutes ago, he heard his observer tell him that the target left with a black cat.
Does this kitten have any strange abilities?
Lawton hesitated.
To shoot or not to shoot.
