The wind passing through the small towns was a bit noisy, maybe a sandstorm was coming, and the sky was getting darker.
"you lose."
The two guns in Deathstroke's hand spun twice, then swung back into the holsters. The mercenary walked straight towards the killer saint, not worrying at all that the other party would bend down to pick up the guns.
The outcome is so obvious. It is true that the Holy Killer is a cold-blooded killer, but he also wants to show face. It is not his character to plot against others after the outcome has been decided.
Even in the process of killing people in the past, he had no experience of shooting behind others' backs. He would only approach the target step by step, and then shoot the prey to death face to face. Many times, he would even ask others for their last words.
This is the spirit of the Wild West.
The saint's hands hung down, he raised his head and looked at the gray sky, and let out a long sigh, which seemed to be sad but also relieved.
"I lost."
"My name is Deathstroke. The so-called snatching of the name is just a joke. I am not here to eliminate you on behalf of God." Su Ming picked up the two guns on the ground, turned them over and placed the gun handles in front of the Holy Killer: "I am
I'm here to negotiate terms, and I need you to help me kill someone."
The wrinkled face of the Holy Killer turned to the death knell, and a glimmer of understanding flashed in his weather-beaten eyes.
He did not refuse or agree, or even take the gun. He just shook his head and said: "This is hell and a nightmare. I don't know how you got in, but I can't get out. Without the permission of angels or God, I can't get out."
Not going."
"Don't worry, I'm ready to be an angel. Even though he's a junior salesman without wings, he's still an angel." Su Ming put the sure-kill revolver back into the Holy Killer's holster and patted his arm.
The one-eyed face came close to his ear and whispered: "Do you want to kill God? Do you want to resurrect your wife and daughter? I can help you realize your wish..."
The Holy Killer's body stiffened, and he looked at the young man next to him as if he were looking at a madman. Does the other person really know what he is talking about?
"God can really kill? But he is not..."
"Hey, the normal process is to shoot first and then see if he is dead. You have never shot God, how do you know whether he will die?" Su Ming answered easily, and then said seductively: "You hate him, right?"
Right? Think about your wife and daughter, think about their faces, think about your home, he took away everything from you."
The Holy Killer was silent for a long time. He invited Deathstroke to go to the bar next to the street, and took out two glasses from the bar to pour wine.
The corpses of the targets in the previous tavern have disappeared. They have been refreshed by this dream. Just like a video game, this bar is empty except for the fan on the ceiling that is still spinning slowly.
Su Ming took a sip of the drink and could actually taste it. Although the taste was terrible, it was really whiskey.
The Holy Killer drank one glass after another, and he kept thinking silently. Maybe he wanted to get a moment of peace from the alcohol, or maybe he was recalling the past.
Anyway, when Bobo poked his head at the door furtively, he finally nodded.
He said: "I can kill for you, but I need you to prove something."
Deathstroke finished the glass of wine and slapped the carved glass on the counter: "This is easy. I will take you to kill God first, and this will be regarded as an advance payment. When you help me kill my target,
I’ll help you resurrect your wife and daughter, deal?”
"Deal, the angels have always said that the pleasure of killing is my reward. This is the first time I have seen such a generous deal."
The Holy Killer's face was expressionless, but his rough palms were already clasped with Deathstroke's.
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With the Slender Angel acting as the guide, the few people escaped from the underworld without any incident. I don't know how the fat man lured away the Angel of Death. Anyway, without the guard, things were easier.
The Holy Killer didn't care about Bobo and Harley walking together. In his eyes, ordinary people were as if they didn't exist. Even the most annoying angel walking together, he just gave the thin man a gloomy look and said nothing more.
Everyone returned to the small town of Anville again, where Fat Angel was walking around anxiously. When he saw his friend returning safely, he hugged him tightly.
"Great, as long as everything goes well, I made an anonymous call to lie to Angel of Death that his wife was having an affair with Seraph while he was at work, and asked him to go home and take a look. I didn't expect that the nonsense I told him was actually true. He
I’ll be very busy for a while.”
The fat man still had the same poker face, and his voice was the same as the angel's, but he seemed to have some mood swings, and at least he sounded a little proud.
The thin man's smile became more and more natural. He patted his partner happily and said, "This way our exposure time will be delayed a lot. It's just that you committed the crime of deception. Doesn't it matter?"
"It doesn't matter anymore, we have reached this point, we can only continue going down." The fat angel glanced at Deathstroke with some fear. Although the mortal was wearing ordinary clothes instead of armor, what happened last night was too real.
It was all too terrible and left an indelible shadow on his young mind.
The Holy Killer had been silent since he entered the motel. He stared at the cartoons on the TV endlessly and finally spoke:
"So it turns out that angels can also betray God? I never thought about this before. I kind of like them."
Su Ming laughed, shook his head and whispered back: "It's not a betrayal of God yet, but I think my arrangement for them should be better than God's arrangement."
Harley was holding Bobo by the side. She was smoothing the orangutan's hair and asked: "Next, you said you want to find God? How to do it?"
"The key is still with the guy from 'Creation'." Su Ming looked at the fat and thin people not far away and walked over. He interrupted the communication between the two angels and said with a smile: "Very good, you guys
You have fulfilled my request and done a good job. I promised you before to help retrieve Creation, now take action."
The thin man was stunned for a moment. He thought that his two brothers were useless against the death knell, and he was a little panicked just now.
Didn’t expect last night’s extra commitment was still valid?
He smiled again and bowed his head humbly: "What should we do? There is a vampire in the church who is more powerful than us. It is created and resides in Father Jesse's body. It doesn't seem to have any intention of leaving."
"Cassidy is a good vampire. I had a great chat with him last night. The method you used to recycle the creation selection was wrong. It was actually quite easy."
As Deathstroke spoke, the clothes, skin and flesh on his body all twisted, and he soon turned into a pale young man. He took out a black umbrella from his pocket and used it to block the sun:
"Harry, Bobo, you can watch cartoons with Saint Killer in the hotel for a while. [Biquge www.biquku.biz] We will be back soon."