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That present moment, he had abandoned his humanity, normal bullets did not kill him ...
So, they were using some non-human methods, waiting for the arrival of Superman, or the justice league, who was on another mission, at that point, he was heading towards Metropolises, and destroyed everything around.
That man was acting like a rhino, he was going through everything in front of him, destroying and killing and roaring like a beast, and his roar was a mixture of lion and rhino.
A few years ago, when, he started to lose fame, power and some people he tried to save died on a mission, he left the justice league.
He tried to work as a hero, solo, he became independent, in the beginning, he thought that if he got stronger, he could save more people and in the end, he wouldn't depend so much on the justice league, but that was not what happened.
Soon after, he was introduced to drugs, methamphetamine and anabolic steroids, over time, managed to beat some villains for a while, but he was decaying.
When, little by little, he could no longer keep on missions, or even standing, little by little, he was introduced to heavier drugs, and anabolic steroids.
At that moment, it was when, he started to dope, to take drugs, they were getting stronger and stronger, and soon he got involved with other villains, and he was introduced to a new drug, all by a villain with whom he got involved, in the end , he fell further into decay, and began to steal.
In the end, not even a hero, he was more, the man, he started to decay and work for some villains, as a henchman, evolving into a laboratory rat, that's how he knew the drug that left him a wild beast, but nobody knew what how much drugs are dangerous.
They didn't know anything about this, even less how this drug in question reacts, and how dangerous it is, if you use it too much, you lose your reasoning.
In the end, he was involved in illegal fights, drugged, and over time, he started killing his opponents, evolving into uncontrolled and unreasonable homicide.
All that happened afterwards was a lack of control after a lack of control, he killed madly, without any difference between enemy friends, he had a wife and two daughters, in a crisis of madness, he killed them and gutted them, without control, he mutilated them and ate and bit, that was no longer human.
He developed a chemical dependency, never had a chance to have a normal life again, and in the course of it, according to laboratory tests, he says that crazy and homicidal users are hallucinating and having mental images, in addition to lucid dreams.
In other words, they are hallucinating, without control, with a beautiful trip around the cities.
- What's left of that? Asked Kourin .
- What was left was just the addiction, not the man. - Bruce said.
- What are we doing? - He asked.
- I will investigate the drugs, and see what he likes so much, and how that drug reacts. - Bruce said.
- With ease we meet with the league after getting rid of him, or the suicide squad simply appears, whichever comes first. - Bruce said.
- My obligation is to unveil the principles of this. - Bruce said.
He was attacking, and I don't know if he had skin so invulnerable that it would be capable of repelling machine gun bullets, but he did it.
Fighter, or not, he goes crazy for there to kill and destroy.
Bruce went to Chinatown in Gotham's Japanese neighborhood, to seek information, there was an alliance between the group of a business clan former rivals of Momoshiki , now an ally and partners and lovers of Rebeca Momoshiki , who is actually Malcom Momoshiki
They had information, they had alternative businesses, and they knew about a drug outlet, knowing that through the alleys and the lower parts of the city between their homes.
Now they were partners, while they were lovers of Malcom in the body of Rebeca, who took on a homosexual romance with Chiyo , who is the sister of Ringo Yanaoka , and Shun Yanaoka , who were brothers, and leaders of another mafia family from a Japanese clan, it is clear that nobody there knew about the change of body, they just liked the new version of Rebeca.
Today, they have a large residence in the upscale neighborhood of Gotham's Chinatown region, being a subsidiary of the group and Hoshi was the president and father of Ringo and Shun's uncle.
Bruce had free entrance to Yanaoka's mansion , he went to speak to a man with a respectful, old-fashioned look, wearing a long black and red kimono, with a cloak, on his back, and an overcoat.
He wore a geta, and socks on his legs, and there was a scar on his forehead that went behind his bangs as if he had received a misdirected sword stroke.
He was a strict-looking man, who attended, seated around a table and a group of older, strict-looking men with white hair, and his eyes pulled back.
- We are waiting for you, dragon lord. - Said the eldest.
- You can call me Bruce, that's fine. - He said politely.
- We don't think that's right ... - Said a spokesman.
- Now, the formalities. - Said another with a beard sticking out beside him.
- Yes. - Bruce said, they handed him a golden kimono with red strands.
Bruce picked them up and went to get dressed in the other room, coming back dressed for a conversation with the presidents as they liked to be called.
Yanaoka , was beside Rebeca who was not Rebeca, they were talking about the drug that destroyed mouths of smoke.
- What went wrong? - Bruce asked towards the partners and the presidents.
They were placing small packages on the table.
- Recently, this has appeared a lot around here. - Said the president, a man with a scar on the left side of his bangs.
- We're having trouble because of her. - He said.
The eldest, was smoking a cigar, and saying. - In addition to being undetectable in urine, blood and sweat. - Said observing.
- You could use it simply as a stimulant ... - Bruce said. - It would be far superior. - Bruce said. - What would be the problems of other chemical producers? - He asked.
- Why simply do the other groups not invade the new producers and distributors and do not take everything for them? Bruce asked.
- We found ..., problems. - Said a short man with almond-shaped eyes.
- It looked like easy money. - He said. - At first it is highly addictive. - Said. - But she brings other problems with her. - Said.
- People start using it in large quantities, it is absorbed by the body quickly. - Said.
The person begins to lose sensitivity, no longer feels pain, has hallucinations, susceptible to external influence, a drugged puppet, following any demand and believing in any information.
What happens next, was that the strength increases by 100 times, creating a Superman with a destructive force, the death afterwards is instantaneous if it does not move, without its weakness, virtually indestructible, whose strength decreases when the effect wears out .
Being in the form of gas, powder and injectable.
Losing basic senses, in addition to a sleepwalker with an attack of fury and rage, a destructive beast that goes over everything, constant attack of sleepwalking. - It said.
The one we tested was only 10 mg of the drug, it took 4 of my men to stop him, after that, he overdosed and died, his body cooked. - Said.
- The body heats up, forcing you to want contact, touch and move so as not to boil inside and die next.
- We want you to find out where it is. - Said partner number five.
- The drug appeared last Tuesday, the drug accident happened on Friday.
There was a big drug raid, but the users took it all at once, which resulted in destruction and slaughter, several users killed the police in the raid.
Running loose through the city causing death and destruction along the roads , until they were stopped by a huge police station.
Then they ran through the decaying streets of Metropolises, stopping when they were shot by the authorities, not before destroying half of the industrial zone.
There was an illegal factory in Madona and Cesare, which was not a good idea to invade.
In the madness, everyone took their drugs, the gas causes an overdose, and he was a psychotropic, capable of losing consciousness in seconds.
In the case of the crowned madonna, being an effect similar to an aesthetic procedure, which grants beauty and strength, the person in the case the woman is more beautiful, but her eyes begin to bleed, the woman is rendered senseless.
Hercules' strength and Aphrodite's beauty all at the same time, but meaningless, and unable to control his actions, with hallucinations, with rage, and biting and eating everyone in front of him.
An old villain to escape in the middle of the raid, took the drug, and ran away.
When, she was involved in the incident, she ran, and bit, which causes a lack of sensitivity, in addition to cannibalistic tendencies.
It wasn't a good drug, in fact, very far from it.
Destroyed his senses, and converting some men, some would consider them a sexual adequacy surgery, where the penis would be atrophied, and there would be a female androgynous beauty.
When she gets drugged and hallucinated, an addictive perfume, and her life is drained after a few hours, there is a sexual frenzy, the gas spreads for four blocks.
It was similar to the good night Cinderella, if it didn't suck your life, and vital energy wasn't road, and starving would be a good drug like Viagra, but everyone dies.
- What I need to know is where it is distributed. - Bruce said.
- What will you do. - Said one of the partners.
- I will follow the path of destruction. - Bruce said.
- I just need to follow your destruction. - Said. - When the effect starts to wear off, and it loses its effect, it will look for more, so ...
- He will kill and destroy everything in his path.
Bruce got in the car, while Kourin drove ...
Meanwhile in an isolated area of an abandoned building.
There was a man there, wearing a beret and shorts and sunglasses.
- So, you came back. - He said.
This was a man in baggy clothes, with a belt and chains around his body, slim and thin with a cap.
- Here it is, don't use everything. - He said.
In front of him appeared a giant of more than 5 meters, black eyes, prominent veins around him, hair as if they were black flames, he was pure muscle of meters and wide holding on the head of a distributor.
- I will save everyone, you criminal, the villains, he ...
The man was drooling and with white pupils, he looked like a rabid biped dog, his teeth were pointed.
- What...?
A man was gone, there was a corpse left in the middle without a waist, with guts spread out ...
As said, the explosions, he heard, and the car went in the opposite direction to the destruction around him, he first did not need much, in addition to dismembered corpses.
With disembodied heads, and limbless bodies, and sometimes, there were craters of what were once walls, holes as the floor once was, and I break into walls, but without walls.
Corpses without heads, they had some with the marks of a boot, which left the mark on the concrete, in the middle of what would one day be the chest of a human being, only without the human being.
Bruce walked through alleys, people screaming in despair, he followed the opposite path, following where they came from, people screaming, and there in that drug factory.
There was what would be the rest of someone who was once a human being, it was not said if one day it was, they didn't have much, besides half their body, at least there was an arm.
There was someone, I say some, who looked like paintings by Picasso, or a modern work of art, which was attached to the wall, like a picture from Cubism, very distorted, and chaotic, from World War II, when he portrayed the war.
This, everything was very chaotic, that somehow, this drug had nothing new.
Again, like, Bruce was the last to be seen, and a destruction around craters and holes, came his delinquent, stupid, unsuspecting companions, who did not recognize him.
My God who ...
They were stupid friends, equally fucked, but not drugged.
- Who did...
They looked towards Bruce ...
- Did you do that.
- He...
All imbeciles came up, the first pointing a knife in their direction.
Put that knife down, you're going to get hurt. - Bruce said giving a kick ...
- What destruction is this? - Questioned another.
- It was him. - Said another.
- You are mistaking me for someone. - Bruce said.
Bruce didn't need much, on the ground, in the midst of his one-sided massacre fight, he took a taco, and went after these kids, who would miss them.
He didn't start it, so there were no problems and getting rid of a lost generation, there were many drug addicts in the world.
He struck a karate, threw a boy at him, kicked him, everyone there, they were just over 17 years old, who was going to stop him, he kicked them, punching them in the face, and throwing them from side to side, one on top of the other.
Imbecile kids with pipes, knives, pocket knives, and baseball bats, they represented no difficulty, and they did not even pose any danger, but they were a pain in the ass, and they should learn a lesson.
So Bruce beat them up, punching, kicking and throwing them as if they were bowling balls, at each other, and using each one of them to hit the others, as if they were, baseball bats, to no avail. ask for nothing for mercy.
Everyone there screamed and begged for their lives, in the middle of breaking their legs, and making them throw, until they left them irremediably unconscious and learned a beautiful lesson, do not mess with the elders.
Then, as if cleaning his hands from an invisible subject, he left them there, and went on his way again, following his tracks towards the drugged and homicidal madman.
While Bruce walked, according to the destruction trails on foot, Kourin drove what looked like a flying car, jumping from the street on top of the building, jumping over each one of them, and going to Bruce, finding fourteen cats lost and needy by the path.
The smart pussies saw Bruce wherever he was passing, as they indicated where Bruce was, and guiding her along the path to the blessed floor, and jumping towards the shopping area, it was clear that she had a good view.
Her vision was better than Superman's, to avoid complications, she didn't run over anyone and rescued all the lost cats from the missing posters, adopting them, and taking her with her, inside the car as a ride.
In the middle of his investigation, Bruce followed the tracks of dismembered and eaten men and craters, as well as destruction zones, heading towards the Metrópoles commercial zone.
When, Bruce saw countless witnesses, people running around in despair, and collecting formulas for creating drugs, as well as samples of drugs.
Until, in the midst of countless destruction zones, Bruce saw a survivor, he would not say that he would live long.
- Then. - Bruce said lowering himself and standing in front of him, it was a groan, strangled in front of him, dragging himself towards him.
In fact, a creature, without a waist, or whatever is underneath, has not yet died because the drug cut through the pain sensation, in the end, he was one of the drug addicts they were using when the site was attacked.
- Death, destruction, he is the hero ...
That's what he meant ...
Then Bruce watched his surroundings, and the thing dragged on with what was left of his intestines, blood and nothing more than just having one arm.
He was going to drug point point of the drug, in the end, there was a list of drug mouths in Hidden Metropolis strongholds, it was not something that its powers could go out there and settle, and eat, but he needed reason .
Then, he walked around the place, and saw gossipy cats, walking through the alleys, which said, that Kourin was coming along the way, he would have to use his brain, the drugged monster bear was heading towards the daily planet.
Bruce took a nice and sociable pussy in his arms, talked.
He was heading towards the shopping center, where the area where Superman always acted would be, so he needed to attract him, if he knew where he was going to go.
So, he had a trail of death and destruction, he needed to lure him out of the commercial zone, which made him go crazy, it was just getting attention, he was hallucinating after all.
He came with everything in the middle of the commercial zone, practically, in front of the daily planet, throwing a punch in the middle of the street, and creating an immense crater, that besides a hole, hit the water pipes, and jumping like a breaking monster even fire hydrants along the way.
That was how the presence of Superman emerged, who was forced to fight a monster out of the tales of monsters from the Krypton eras.
So, he went through drug points, he knew that there was a factory, at one of the stops he made, with the cats running around, there was a booklet in one of the drug houses, and factories that he stopped, yes .
Some of them did not have time to escape to the mountains, keep their documents, and their formulas.
Most of them had something in common, to which each of them had no time to guard, and each of them left their notebooks of locations, records and their customer histories, nobody had any idea that it would turn into pastel or a modern work of art in wall, or be part of the concrete.
So he followed the tracks, and took out his customer notebooks, his records, which had something in common, the distributor, the supplier of the past few weeks, and which were in common, the same.
He could hand it over to the police and suffer from bureaucracies and laws, or follow them, beat them up, and call their not-so-cool sources, and go on a beat, and make a not-so-nice visit, with their friendships alternatives.
The sources of his formulas were similar, and the drugs, which were similar to the flowers of the missing girls, so he decided to call his alternative contacts.
While they were busy with the destruction of several drug addicts and the madman who was once a hero, now drugged, without a brain, he had the company of his friends who were very discreet.
While Bruce and his colleagues were taking advantage of the distraction that was the struggle around Metropolises, Bruce hitched a car ride with Kourin , and headed towards the source of raw material and manufacture of the drug, as well as a possible distributor and importer.
Their base remained among the drug bosses, to which some partners and the presidents, did not like that they were close to the old subway deactivated, there was a point of distribution among the sales and collections, close to an exit of the old access of the subway.
They went to that place and then undid the manufacture and arrested the sources of distribution, made their own alternative interrogation, in relation to their contacts, who knew about drugs, which were not marketable, but as long as Bruce got out of there.
The man was handing the location over to some colleagues, who were told that when talking to a senator who asked for a few years of life, in exchange for making the drug illegal and non-manufactured, non grata in the country.
The gunslinger fired shots with some other villains in the direction of the fighter, taking them from the middle of Metropolises, to which there was nothing left but an immense hole in the ground covered with guts in the asphalt.
Anyway, the drug has become an epidemic over time in all countries, which spread and not with the help of some villains, it appeared around with problems and distribution points.
They were on islands of tax havens and in the middle of African and Amazonian forests, in tropical forests.
Drugs are problems for all societies, it is not a dragon that will solve, and prevent people from taking drugs, simply the reality itself;
Life for some is not always what they want, sometimes people do not want to deal with them, and their limitations, fear, escape from reality, people want for various reasons, to be happy, sometimes their own life does not is what they want.
In itself, they are sometimes unable to cope with them, and in their unhappiness, people do not know how to deal with losses, mistakes, failures, and the loss of a job, that is the case of society, health, and companies, collectively or individually.
This was a problem for humanity, and he would not prevent people from making their mistakes, he is not their god, he is not their creator, if not even their creator came down to earth, because they have free will, there was not a human in land that never went wrong.
No human who has never made mistakes does not exist, and that is why drugs are escape valves, where their dreams live for each one of them, and where they did not make mistakes, they never happened, drugs for some are for those who are unhappy, and their lives did not bring them.
Meanwhile, somewhere else ...
Bruce found ways to circumvent the system 's training, he had secret disciples.
A few days later ...
Just like your tallest colleague, wearing a hood that his face could not be seen under a black robe and cloak, hiding his face in the direction of a gun and punching with black brass knuckles behind his hood, while they attract, they trap.
When they managed to deflect and attract the gunslinger out of the zone, shooting, then making him run in the opposite direction from where the trap would be.
He seemed to run in the opposite direction, he jumped between the parapets, he wasn't the best in fights, but he didn't know how he did it every time, he got shot.
Each shot was either too early or too late, he realized later than never that he was being removed from the middle of his pursuit of senators.
He jumped when dodging shots that were fired a few inches away from his head;
While the gunslinger, ran and headed towards the commercial zone, he was about to hit, when several shots followed, instead of hitting him, but on the ground, from the top of the building, and made him fall.
Stopping just below there was an electrical network that then electrocuted him, knocking him unconscious, then, now it was Wilson's turn to exterminate.
How, they discovered the gunslinger's location, he himself did not know, but he knew he was being chased, and being targeted by some other sniper who was taking advantage of his camouflage, but who for some reason shot in the water foot of a turret. Water.
It was right behind him, the Exterminator didn't need many shots in a row, but at the edge of the building at his feet just below, and in the water tank far behind him.
They were attacks on the dark, which he seemed to predict and push in another direction, Exterminator , he looked with curiosity, attack to make the dark, not this one.
This was what he could see a stubborn stalker, who was repeatedly throwing towards the support bases of the water box beams behind him, pushing him out of the building.
It seemed that what she didn't say was that he was next to another building, he doesn't need any jump, just on the side, and that's what he did.
When the Exterminator, jumped between the buildings, he jumped, then threw his pocket at which he carried some weapons towards the sky, where he was hit, by a shot, to which he realized that he was coming from a height to the left in horizontal behind it.
I can discover his approximate position in the bullet's trajectory, laughing, he turned, calibrated, pointed, and smiling, he thought it was okay to miss, the one who was aiming at him, seemed to want to slow him down.
It was different, in a fissure, between a passage and an alley between the buildings, those girls, knew how to keep themselves between the shadows, of the buildings, and the reflections of the sun, which they used to blind the sniper's aiming point.
Wilson smiled and took aim, but again, she dodged, jumping and climbing between the momentum movement between the scaffolding of a building next door, she knew, even though he didn't realize it at first, she shot jumping between the edge of the building .
Jumping between the scaffolding, and the other building, climbing towards her, she dodged, and then shot at the parapet between the edge of the building, climbing up those ropes.
Then, dodging the shots, climbing between the window grids and plastics of the buildings, between a building and another that was between them.
She twisted her body, rotated and climbed higher, going towards the top, dodging between the pipes, climbing other scaffolding, all the way to the other side of the building next to him.
The hooded person, in turn, running between buildings dodging Wilson's shots, between shots in his direction, ran in circles when the shooter saw the glow of her reflection towards the sun.
There was a car monitoring shots and directions, on the right side, on the floor, in a car, where she was monitoring and following instructions.
- Now. - She said, towards her other colleague, one of her mission companions, inside the car between her commands guiding between her monitoring, between the news, that she gave in her communicator, following her demands.
- Move at my command. - Said the activator, towards the woman who was monitoring the other in search of information and guidelines.
She ran on the opposite side between her shots, and the command of the other woman who monitored and investigated following her movements.
- Okay - said the other person with the white hood, in the middle of getting out of a car. - I'm at your command, boss.
The other hooded person was turning and with his weapon, it was a long-range, shooting towards the edge of the building, in the middle of Wilson's feet.
A car was parked in a parking lot near the other side of the building.
- Where should I go? - Asked the other hooded person getting out of the car and following the instructions of the communicator, she had walked among other buildings.
Both running in different directions, Wilson running in the building on the back street, shooting towards the other building, in the opposite direction, which they shot towards each other.
They were in a race, between firing their guns, when they were close in directions, but in opposite buildings.
When they never got it right, but they fired several shots in May when they hit the walls, when they came in their directions, hitting the opposite wall on the other side of the building, Wilson jumping over the railing, and then, shots popping up, his head above him. .
Then Wilson fired towards his attacker, then a bullet from a projectile was launched in his direction, then the bullets hit each other, and exploded in mid-air between the cracks and in the air between the space of the two buildings.
Both passed through the doors of each entrance to the balcony of a building, aiming, but hitting glass, in their race, for directions, between the walls in opposite buildings.
It seemed that they were aiming towards the center of each one's chest between the cracks and the spaces of pipes and walls, shots followed in opposite buildings, in a race, between shots, and that they never hit their respective targets.
- I don't know if you're trying to hit me, or aim directly at my heart or not. - Wilson said, observing the trajectory, millimeters from his body, sometimes above his head, but he missed by millimeters.
The same was true of Wilson, who seemed to be aiming his gun poorly, who lost a landing when, somehow, the moonlight from one of the windows went into his eyes when he took aim.
Other times, in the midst of the shots, he somehow couldn't get it right, millimeters before he got it, she would lower her head or dodge
- It's hard for a young man like you to shoot. - He said, towards his opponent from the opposite building.
- First, it is difficult to hit when trying to aim at a moving target, but if you stop, you are hit. - Wilson said.
Too bad, young people like you, do not have the ability to change the situation in your favor. - Wilson said aiming in his direction, he was stuck, seeing the hooded man with the gun facing up on his left shoulder.
Wilson took aim between his run, further away from the other building on the other side of the park, and running towards the other side of the building from the street, it was now more than five streets from one to the other.
When, he fired towards his opponent, he turned and took a door turning with a slit of metal, and lowering and picking up other pieces of metal in front of him.
Again, both shooting, stopping, she ducked and used the weapon case as a shield, millimeters when, she fired next.
Again, Wilson was running in the opposite direction, he saw that the shots of the hooded man's gun, hit several times, millimeters in front of him, narrowly missing.
- But that Timming was too early. - Wilson said, she was either late or ahead, she never got it right, she should be young, she didn't seem to be older than 17 years.
He jumped between the railings, between these races, he didn't notice, but he moved further and further away from the direction of the politician, he was in a race.
- It's like you tell me to dodge. - Wilson said.
Unexpectedly in his run, as he jumped between the buildings towards the other before his next move and the jump, there was a blackout, the light was cut off from the buildings and the street around.
It looked like he didn't know, but the posts' wires were cut around the street.
He stood on the parapet of the building, the energy of the buildings, some were turning on the emergency light.
- Did you predict that, or hit a wire? - He asked.
- Well, it doesn't matter ...
At that time, millimeters and inches from her feet, she shot the edge of the building, between the parapet and another, almost close, but not hitting it.
- I can keep standing here for a while. - He said with a smile.
Then she got it right again, on the other side, but not on his feet, then he was laughing, that was when, that edge of the building, where he was standing, broke, breaking, and collapsing, he stumbled, losing his balance and falling between the windows towards the ground.
Noticing the two shots, it was no coincidence, she was aiming there, there was more than one shotgun, and she dropped it between the edges of the buildings.
Even though it was towards the alleys, and they were almost close, between them, and a fire escape, and the emergency descent passage, and the alleys, which were between each of the buildings.
- With the first shot, you cut off the force, the second and third you destroyed the place I stepped on. - He said. - I did not understand. - Said. - But from this height, between the alleys and the emergency stairs, I have a safe fall, without serious injuries. - He said.
Between his fall, Wilson, changed his position, he assumed that he would have a safe fall, if he landed and descended between the stairs in front of him, before he took the emergency stairs, someone below him, he did not expect this.
Someone, hooded in a white hooded suit, was coming out of a window in the opposite building, stepped out, and jumped in his direction, throwing a punch in the stomach, throwing him up, and then jumping and kicking on his back, throwing him towards the ground.
Those blows were enough to get him off his balance, he spit blood, and falling towards the ground, but not killing him, much less knocking him unconscious, he was noticing something he was not noticing ...
He jumped, barely balancing towards the ground, but before again, the other hooded, jumping with a somersault towards the ground, then throwing a flying, and a punch in a row, throwing him towards the ground, passing through cans and garbage bags, leaving you immobilized and without reaction.
- Bingo. - Said the hooded man. - You know colleague. - Bee was right. - Said. - The instructions were correct. - Said. - The boss will be delighted to know. - Said.
He was standing under the hood with a smile under the hood.
- Impossible, would you know that I would fall here? - He asked.
It was bleeding and spitting blood, at that time, it was bleeding and bent, trying to get up.
- How would you know that? - He asked.
- I don't know anything, I just did as I was told to do. - Said. - I just followed the instructions that I was told to follow. - Said turning and watching the darkness, when everything cleared again and the light returned.
- Right, buddy? - Questioned the other.
- Understood, and as planned. - Said the other hooded.
- Our master taught us and guided well. - Said the other hooded creature.
Coming here straight. - He thought. - Don't you think I can attack? - He thought.
- Okay, he thought, it is a new chance to use a pistol, he was sitting, taking the gun from the strap on his back, when, without realizing it, someone came from behind , with his hands on his back, and a knife next to his jugular, she immobilized him, then saying.
- We were educated about everything. - Said another hooded.
- It can not be...
Then he took the gun out of his hands, and stood between them, he was a slender and curvy person, who was handing the gun over to the other, who had a rifle in his hands, and a gun box between the others. .
- Instructions, did you aim outside the center on purpose? - Asked Wilson still seated.
- Yes. - That's the hooded man.
- Knowing when to destroy your landing site. - Wilson said.
- So ... - Wade looked around, those people knew when and where to act.
- Someone followed his movements, and instructed them how to keep him busy.
- I was counting on the base at your pace. - She said.
- I understand. - He said. - So we saw it face to face, so I realized that you were ...
- What a great man ... - Wilson said.
He took another weapon from his back, but the hooded turned the gun and the handle of the gun hit his hands faster to doing playing away then a knock on his head.
- I'm not a man. - Said.
They then left the middle of the alley, were pulling Wilson by the collar towards the middle of the street, where there were flashlights and several police cars around them.
While the policemen got out of the car, and had seen, the hooded people, taking Wilson beaten, unconscious and bleeding with them.
- So the instructions were right. - Said one of the policemen.
They handcuffed Wilson, and took him towards the Black Gate hospital, along with Floyd Lawton, the gunslinger.
The girls, stopped in the middle of the street, when a black car arrived at the place, they opened the doors one on each side, and continued their journey, leaving the policemen astonished.
Both woke up handcuffed in a hospital bed.
- Damn ... - Slade looked beside Floyd both lying on each side. - There were two skinny snipers.
- Double curse. - Said Floyd .
- They got me. - He said.
- Surprise. - Said Slade .
- What is surprise? - Questioned the man in the other bed.
- I think they're women. - He said.
- So, what difference does it make? - Questioned the other.
- None. - They said.
They received a visit from the chief of police, who questioned them.
- Who told them to kill the senators? - He asked.
A radical activist for the right to life, leader of an organization that is supposed to follow the rules ...
Both did not care to speak, their loyalties were worth money.
Some days before...
An American senator, who was currently receiving many letters of death threats, was commonplace, but he suffered two failed assassination attempts, and is currently going to the Capitol to formalize the abortion law.
Scott Bolton, he was a great senator.
So, he made contact with a certain, white-haired man, he promised everything he could promise ...
Bruce looked towards his knowledge of the weather, yes, at one point during that year, he would be killed ... but he could avoid ...
One of the agents of the ruin, they were wearing a cloak and hiding among the buildings.
They were tasked with protecting a businessman who was the target of two hired killers, the gunslinger and the Terminator.
The man was in a black limo one night, heading towards the Washington luxury hotel, when, the other day, he was going to take his vote, at the capitol, he lived in Texas, it was very far and it was not the same direction, there would be voting ...
It would be used as bait, but then, they would lead in the opposite direction.
At a time when everything hasn't changed.
One activist, who was more a terrorist and activist of the right to radical life, paid for Wilson and Lawton kill the man.
Yes, originally, they killed him, it happened in several timelines.
This sparked protests, wars, as well as a new law that suppressed vigilantes around the country, hunting everyone without batting an eye.
For a long time, this looked like the Magistrate, but it was across the country with a record of superheroes and watchmen that is suppressed and forced into hiding ...
In the end, they were unable to do anything but cause a civil war, and suppress all organizations and NGOs around the country, and diminish people's rights, because they could not understand their own rights.
Bruce for many years, or a version of him, went into hiding and hunted down the radicalist, who spent years in exile from America, thereby, he lived together for a while outside the country, next to Exterminator.
This telling how he pursued the senator, and telling him, each of his strategies, and actions, and each of his targets.
Like, he killed them, became friends, and he discovered their movements, and managed to memorize each of his strokes.
They were at most almost 20 years of living together in exile outside of america together.
Using that knowledge, resulting in him becoming a mercenary in this post-apocalyptic environment, there was a world war, the united states becoming dictatorial, and suppressing other countries when a president took power.
Superman was assassinated by the communist army, fighting for freedom.
Almost at the end of that world, before the end, he formed a resistance with the rest of the combatants, when they tried to retake the republic and democracy, but it all ended when, in his last act, a madman killed everyone by dropping an atomic bomb .
Well, this apocalyptic universe, it started bad and ended, it coming back in his mind, in his present self, not in a dead version of himself, at that time, that he felt death ...
What happened there, can happen anywhere, time, space and reality, from the main, to the parallel , and it was not because of that, that it would prevent the same end from happening , but knowing how to prevent it, it could prevent it. ..
Simply because a radical hired mercenaries to kill a senator, he was more than a terrorist, and forcing them to reveal who their contractor is would not be worse , his business was money.
So, at that point, if the senator didn't appear in public, until the end of voting time, the radical wouldn't run away, they would have time to invade his mansion, and the police would declare a prison sentence, and before that, they would look a judge for a warrant.
Bruce in the middle of his five years of marriage, he trained many furies with Grandma Kindness, among them, were two girls, male, who did not have many attractions, nor breasts.
Bruce trained them, well, secretly, according to his teachings and his instructions said, they should disguise themselves, not let themselves be caught or seen.
Wearing the capes of shade, and a mask, do not let them discover that they were girls, the capes and hood black with the drawings of the dragons under a red sun.
They knew that they shot around them, they should prevent the two senators from being killed, that in the end, without one dying in the same limousine.
He used the senators to get him out at night, towards the hotel, so he would know when Wilson and Lawton would follow them, they should be distracting them and taking them in the opposite direction.
They must have looked like men, in the case of Uara Hara, she was a tall, skinny kid with some Italian mobster clothes, with a cloak over her head, in her case.
Her mother, from the Japanese army, and a Sniper , she was killed in combat, when she was a rival and killed by Wilson, who at that time, was not yet a mercenary.
Both his parents, as well as Enola Goda, also went through the same processes as Enzo Hara, was a Japanese-American mixed-race, who served on the same basis as Wilson, and went through the same super soldier procedure as the same.
His daughter is the same age as the youngest son of the Exterminator, they were killed in the middle of a feud, between which Bruce searched about their reports, and reports about him.
She was born inheriting her powers from both duplicates, but she nurtured a way to destroy Wilson, he found her in alternative timelines, when she did a murder crusade until she met the Exterminator.
She did not develop many physical attractions, in addition to muscles and breasts that did not develop, she was a great fighter, but she had no attractions.
This led to a career in murder, where she became the Terminator, killing all of Wilson's children afterwards.
Bruce found her and saved them when, they could just die in the middle of the orphanage, Bruce saw them, knew about the photos, and was trained, in the middle of slums, and by an aunt who felt obliged to have her.
He knew their whereabouts, so he followed each of his previous lives, and kept them hidden, in boarding school, he lied to each of the boys, where he went, he visited them, and kept them training around the world, under the supervision of Amasteus , sending her around the world to train.
His coexistence was secret, he managed to send each of his lives, and his consciences to each of his minds in his past in his youth.
All of this to change your future, all of your training, around, and kept each of the lives of your top-secret lives away from all Robin and other people.
While his colleague, Inana Wesley, who were tall, thin with small breasts, both looked like planks, but one was a great sniper, and he met them when Wilson killed his parents.
When, the Exterminator entered the residence, his father was a scientist of a complete research, which Lawton was hired to kill, at the behest of a rival company.
Some time later, even if Bruce helped him, still, he would have to charge for his service, that, he knew it was not a community service, so he did ...
Now, he had gone back to the mansion, and hearing the story, it seemed to be kind of ...
30 million per head, and paid, with their heads, casualties.
In addition to that he took his bags, and went on a trip with Darkseid for what he didn't quite understand.
- Let's go hunting for vegetables ... - Said a priest.
- What vegetables? - He said.
- Running carrots, galloping celery and C hears of jumping Brussels like kangaroos , Bouncing lettuces and flying lettuce , and flying broccoli.
- Huh...? - Said. - How.
- Every seven years, these vegetables. - Said the priests. - They wake up, in the case of these vegetables, they are big and hunted, if you pay a lot of money for these vegetables.
- Every seven years, they appear, they are migratory, but with the rains of the rivers of blood, they are advanced, and about to emerge from the land, and fly around. - He said.
- Running cabbages appear simultaneously with boxing goldfinches. - Said.
- We don't need to put on weight, they hibernate and when they wake up they eat a lot of seed and grass that put them on, weighing almost 30 kilos.
Every 10 years, but all these periods were brought forward by the presence of the avatar's influence.
- Animals and vegetables change, they don't always look normal, they talk, they eat other vegetables and they are cannibals, but their flavors are a delicacy, they are exotic and their flavors are divine.
Incredible as it may seem, they are born sprout, breed among themselves, and germinate on the ground, and then die a week later, so we hunt them.
- What's wrong with the planets of Zariel's priests ? - Asked Darkseid .
- I say the same. - Bruce said.
- If you count on the races every ten years of long-legged red lizards and runners, and flying hawks that are giant necks, running jumping swans through obstacles and giant jumping geese ... - They are strange ecosystems. - Said one of the priests.
- They occur because the fauna itself is influenced by rivers of blood, and the influences of the phases of the moon are the alignment of the planets.
- It has always been like this, since they arose, since the red rivers flow, they are modified, it is influenced by the powers of Zariel's avatar , they are altered, and they are influenced by their presence.
- Does that have a benefit, then? - Asked Darkseid .
- Besides tourism? - Questioned one of the priests. - Yes. - They are very appreciated, rich and exotic delicacies, they attract many palates, lettuces are fleshy. - Said a priest.
Fleshy lettuces ... ?
- These are some of the effects of the influence of the madness of the full moon. - Said a priest.