Plot... This can't be said to be a plot. This is purely Lin En's bad taste. It's just performance art here.
However, it is clear that he failed.
Maybe it's because the previous pranks were too many and too intensive, or maybe Black Manta no longer believes that there are any "coincidences" in this world, or anything that can be called safe.
In short, the scene that Linn imagined, in which the other party just relaxed and knelt on the ground with tears in his eyes, and was startled by him suddenly jumping up, did not happen.
However, Linn is not embarrassed.
He has no qualifications in this area at all.
…
Lin En, who was lying on the ground with very enchanting postures and movements, looked at the completely stiff Black Bat Ben with a slight smile, looking him up and down.
"Should I say it or not, your clothes are really ugly."
On the huge helmet, the eyes occupying more than 50% of the position began to glow red again, but this time it was fast and urgent, hitting Linn who had no intention of dodging.
"Hua Q!"
As Lin En cursed angrily, he was already pushed to the edge of the window sill and slid out, puffing out thick black smoke.
Black Bat Ben, on the other hand, remained silent, frantically adjusting his angle and position, and attacking Linn.
He has no "fear" at all now, replaced by a kind of numbness, a hatred and a desire for revenge.
"Die! Die, die, die! Die! Die!"
The room was filled with thick smoke for an instant, but Black Bat Ben was inside and seemed to have no intention of stopping, nor did he have any intention of aiming at the enemy or looking for an attack target.
He just cursed angrily while clenching his fists, stretching his arms and arching, bending his knees, stretching his neck vigorously, and attacking everything directly in front of him without any target.
At this time, outside the house, in the sky, Linn was suspended directly above the house, sitting cross-legged, with a slight smoke coming from his body.
"I didn't do anything. Why is he so anxious?"
Although the smoke is always billowing, and although this house is absolutely solid, judging from the frequency of the red light that is constantly lighting up in the gaps, no house can withstand Black Manta's tricks. To live up to his misfortune.
However, Lin En has been staying in the sky, boredly counting the frequency and number of red lights below, intending to decipher the Morse code or something to relieve the boring time, but unexpectedly discovered: He looks very rough. The battle suit is surprisingly strong!
He really just relied on his own energy to destroy the house!
This made Linn, who was just killing time, very interested in Black Manta's suit.
"Maybe... I don't have to let him take me to find Neptune."
Thinking this, Lin En was happy, clapped her hands, and touched the place on her stomach where she had just been hit several times.
"It's still hot to the touch. Fortunately, my armor stack is high!"
There is a warg trench coat drawn from a lottery to wear on the outside, and the N metal armor given by Hawk Girl and Hawk Man to wear on the inside. Linn's current defense power no longer supports him from doing self-harm.
The house was finally completely defeated by the constant impact of destruction and collapsed. Amidst the dust and billowing black smoke, a red light shot towards the sky.
Lin En's eyes flashed slightly, and his whole body turned into a ball of blue transparent threads. He "moved" sideways in the air, leaving an afterimage that was dispersed by the red energy beam.
The next second, the blue light gradually solidified from nothingness to Linn's appearance, "reorganizing" not far away.
Then, with a dim blue phantom, dragging a halo of light like a waving torch, Linn swooped down.
"Head the ball to the ground!"
DUANG~!
Firmly, Linn's foot stepped on Black Manta's helmet, almost trampling his neck into his chest.
"Ah... I'm sorry, I really wanted to header the ball just now."
"It's your mother..."
"Palm mouth!"
Lin En's method of palming the mouth was to prop up his body on one foot, pull out the other leg and push his knee, hitting Black Bat Ben's chin.
This time, not only did he interrupt his curse words, but he also broke one of his teeth.
"Aren't you dizzy? Oh! Your clothes are really good!"
Although he held back a lot of hands, with the combat power shown by Lin En's current vitality and the collision of pure physical strength, Lin En's knee hit was much more severe than a strong mad cow rushing over to hit someone.
According to Linn's own deduction, Black Bat Ben should have fainted after this kick on the chin.
However, when Linn saw that the flying black manta staggered, but did not fall down, he knew that he seemed to have underestimated his combat uniform.
"Okay!"
With a big jump, Lin En jumped directly in front of Black Bat Ben from more than ten meters away. When he landed on the ground, he kicked up a large amount of dust, and the vibration caused by it also made Black Bat Ben, who was forcibly supported, tilt his body and fall to the side. past.
At this time, Lin En reached out, pinched Black Bat Ben's neck, and slowly lifted him up.
"I'll tell you a choice."
Lin's expression was indifferent and he spoke in a low voice, but his words were clear: "One, you take me to find that bearded Atlantean, Water Man, Aquaman, Deep Water Man, whatever, you know me Who is talking about.
Help me find him, and then keep your combat uniform. This way, you can die faster. "
After saying that, Lin En let go and Black Bat Ben fell to the ground, covering his neck and coughing violently.
His hands and feet were sore and his head was dizzy, but Black Bat Ben did hear every word Lin En said clearly.
He raised his head fiercely, and even through the mask, Linn could guess that this guy's expression must not be very kind.
"The second one!"
"Heh. Second~"
Linn squatted down and faced the two huge artificial eyes on Black Manta's helmet with no defense, which was a deadly weapon.
After gently knocking on his forehead, Linn said with a smile: "The second thing is, I took off your helmet, removed the energy pack on the back, and then put you into a transparent glass jar, all the way from here , follow the way you came, and return to where you came from..."
Raising his chest quickly, Black Bat Ben took a deep breath and heard Lin En's last words.
"...Arkham."
He patted his helmet and described a bright future for him in a low voice: "You actually don't know, Arkham, the most interesting place is not Area H, but Area C.
Remember that building built alone in the woods? You may have never been there.
However, I will accommodate you. I used to live there. People who live in that place are tied to the bed every day and live in a single room made of cement. There are no windows, no doors, no roommates, nothing...
Even I hate that place, otherwise, I wouldn't have escaped.
I will send you to that place.
You will be locked up there, no one knows, no one visits, no one cares, you are just a number, typed on a piece of paper in the file bag, a number without even a photo.
You won't die, because I will take good care of you, maybe here, or here...slit the skin on your head, use a small hammer to open a larger one on the original gap, and then lift it up one time……
This part may hurt a little, but when you cut it with a saw and take out part of your brain, it won't hurt.
Then, guess what?
ha! You will never feel fear again! Hahahahaha! "
Lin En didn't say it in detail, but when he held Black Bat Ben's helmet and gently slid his nails along certain lines and lines, Black Bat Ben seemed to really feel something cold on him. Sliding on my scalp, I felt non-existent pain...
"That's enough! Stop talking! Stop laughing!"
With his hands and feet curled up together, Black Bat felt the double blow of the real world and the fantasy events in his memory that had been constantly patched and processed for the first time in a long time.
At this moment, he was truly scared.
So, tremblingly, he raised his hand, and Black Bat Ben took off his helmet, revealing his hidden and protected face.
Lin En saw tears streaming down his face.
………………
Two days later, a small town on the northern island.
The weather has not been very good these days, with strong winds and waves, and the sea is difficult to cross. For this small town whose main livelihood is fishing, such weather and this time point mean that they have completely lost all their resources. Possibility of working.
So, women, children, and old people would work together, either weaving fishing nets, or staying at home watching TV or chatting with relatives far away. Men who are willing to do some housework at home will naturally stay at home. More people are taking advantage of this rare "holiday" to find a rare relaxation and leisure for themselves after working hard all year round.
Tavern.
This is the most popular place in this remote and even isolated village.
Whether it is to connect the atmosphere, relieve worries, relax, or just be different from the life when fishing at sea, most of the time, there are always many people here in the tavern.
Even more so today.
The strong sea breeze, heavy rain and waves blocked the way to go fishing, but for the tavern owner, it was a particularly good time for business.
In the tavern at this time, these people who knew each other were talking enthusiastically, drinking wine, and bragging about how fast and ancient their boats were. He stretched out his arms vigorously to show how big and fierce the big fish was that had been caught in the net last time but broke through the net.
One person stands up and brags, and immediately another person stretches his arms wider and tells a bigger number, a bigger fish.
After several selections, as the laughter grew louder and louder, more and more wine glasses were emptied, and the fish caught by mistake became more and more outrageous. In the end, Hemingway did not dare to speak even if he came here.
The shark has become too unpopular.
The atmosphere in the tavern was lively, and drinks were consumed one after another. Standing at the old bar, the tavern owner with a pipe in his mouth looked at everyone with a smile. He really wanted to join in and talk about his youth. , the story of going to sea before inheriting the tavern.
However, just when he was about to speak, he noticed that the door of the tavern right in front of him was pushed open, and a person slowly walked in from outside the door.
a stranger.
…………
Although he was already quite old and separated by such a long distance, the boss could tell at a glance that the other party was not from their place.
In this kind of weather and time period, no matter how strong a person is, he will dress like a thick bear so as not to be blown away by the sea breeze wrapped in the cold sea water.
The man standing at the door was only wearing a strange dark red windbreaker.
As the door was opened, the sea breeze and rain roared outside, and many people noticed the person at the door. Like the tavern owner, they could tell at a glance that the guy opposite was not a local.
foreigner?
At this point in time?
This weather? !
Slightly suspicious, someone glanced out the window... No need to look out the window, just look at the rain falling like a wash on the window.
…
Every step was made of condensed rainwater. Lin En strolled leisurely, ignoring everything in sight. He walked in the extremely quiet tavern, passing one customer after another, and walked straight to the bar.
Pia chirped and sat on a backless high stool made of wood simply nailed. He stretched out his hand and slid it on the table, and discharged four equally wet bills directly pasted on the bar.
"Give me a Coke, thank you."
Looking at the wet money on the table, the boss seemed to have thought of something. He was absent-minded for a moment and glanced at the rash guest in confusion: "Where did you come from?"
"Hahaha, I came by boat~"
"This guest from out of town, no ships will come here in this weather."
"Ah, then, obviously, I am from heaven."
"Ah."
The boss sneered, stretched out his fingers to pinch the money that was still dripping on the table: "I think it would be more reliable if you simply said that you came from the water.
In this kind of weather, you will be struck by lightning in the sky. "
"Hiss... you are right."
Lin En showed a worried expression, stretched out his hand, and scratched his head unnaturally.
"I was indeed struck badly by lightning. I don't even know why it caught me and struck me alone. It makes no sense. I just..."
"gentlemen!"
The tavern owner looked around and focused his attention on this suspicious foreigner again. With undisguised resistance, he said calmly: "No matter where you are from, go back. You are not welcome here."
"Then, if I change my words now and don't want Coke but beer, will it be less annoying?"
The tavern owner stared at him without speaking. Behind, many drinkers stood up.
Linn scratched his head again, looked back at the people behind him who were obviously not very hospitable, shrugged, and said helplessly: "Okay. I won't pretend anymore, I will show my cards.
I'm not here to drink at all. "
"Then, what are you... here to do?"
"I want to find someone."
Lin En twisted her clothes and water flowed all over the floor.
"A person, like me, will suddenly appear on a certain day, and will suddenly disappear on a certain day, and will appear on the pier in the wind and rain, covered in wet sea water, sitting in this position, drinking."
With her chin supported on her hand and resting on the bar, Linn smiled very gently: "Do you have any impression?"
(End of chapter)
