Origin of all things Arkham

Chapter 12 Sneak Attack, Anti-Sneak Attack
The black dry branches meandered and receded on both sides of the road. Gotham didn't have much snow and ice, and it might just be this year.

On the way Lynn went home, although riding a bicycle made him a bit cold, the little cat liked the weather very much. Although hiding in Lynn's arms was definitely warmer than being outside, he kept going outside, In desperation, Lin En had no choice but to pull the little black cat out of his arms and put it on his shoulder again, and then the little guy climbed onto the top of Lin En's head three or two times.

"If you are like this, I have become a mount."

"Snow."

Kittens can talk.Lynn knew this from the beginning.

Digimon do not seem to have any infancy, although they have various stages of life, and strictly abide by this setting, infancy, growth, maturity...

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 it's the same when they degenerate into the growth stage. It's nothing strange.

However, the little black cat Schrödinger is not yet "one year old". To be precise, it has not been many hours since its birth. The skill of speaking is still in a state of waiting to be stimulated.

"Yes, it's Snow. Hey, how about I change your name to Snow? You were born in winter and you are all black. It must be very interesting to be called Snow."

The kitten can't speak very well, but it can still understand, so it directly expressed its dissatisfaction with Lynn's decision to change its name with actions.

There was a plum blossom mark on Lynn's forehead instantly.

"Hey, you can do this. The first time I used Meow Meow Fist was on my forehead!"

Helping up the bicycle that had fallen in the snow, Lynn took two quick steps, pinched Schrödinger's fate by the back of his neck, and picked it up.

At this time, the kitten seemed to finally be able to tell the difference between the big and the big, and stretched out its paws to curry favor with Lin En.

"Who did you learn this from? Your morals are... hmm?"

The car fell into the ditch, and Lin En was of course standing in the ditch now, and after such a delay of one or two minutes, Lin En discovered that there was a car driving in on this road that was usually almost deserted.

"An all-black off-road vehicle, it doesn't look like it was driven by a good person..."

Batman must know where he lives. Although he usually never comes to Lynn's house to look for him, Lynn can be sure that with Master Batman's personality, surveillance is not always possible, and investigations must be repeated over and over again.

Lynn didn't deliberately hide it from him, so of course he would find out.

Can Batman drive a car like this?

This car is not cool at all, how could it fit Master Baiteman's character.

"So, there is a guest coming..."

Lin En lay down on the snow and changed his equipment bit by bit.

The strength of the mind can never replace the strength of the body.

They are always complementary and interdependent.

Lynn has powerful "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.

Since Batman told Lynn that Falcone was looking for him, Lynn restrained a lot.

In DC's world view, many powerful individuals are still bound by money and other things, and stand on the dark side.

Unlike the neighbor next door, there are many ordinary people here who don't speak natural science. They are obviously ordinary people, but in terms of personal skills, there are often theoretical peak players.

In Lynn's extremely scarce knowledge about DC, there are quite a few villains of this type, and quite a few of them are the ones who can be moved by money and are willing to do private work.

Facing each other head-on, Lynn is confident that he can outperform the opponent.

But being attacked by surprise is another story.

Therefore, it is time to counter the sneak attack.

Putting on his own stuffed helmet and full set of equipment, Lin En held the kitten and said a few words to it. After letting the kitten run away, Lin En lurked in the snow and approached those from the off-road vehicle secretly. Come down guys.

after that……

He was spotted three seconds later.

"Fuck..."

Looking at his all-black armor, and imagining the stupidity of seeing a black humanoid lying on the snow in the opposite direction, Lynn wanted to slap himself.

It's not like that in the movie...

"Okay, I won't pretend anymore, I'm showing my cards, I'm not an assassin, nor a melee."

The snow-covered branches in the forest trembled one after another. Lin En stood close to him, gradually blocked him behind the wooden shield, and waved his hand lightly: "Sajia is a woodland mage, please call me..."

"It's the ability of the vine man! Fire!"

"Fuck! Have you ever been to school? What kind of b name is this?!"

Lynn suddenly gave up the idea of ​​staying alive to ask about the situation.

Anyway... He looked behind him, there must be someone over there who could ask.Worst of all, just go to Falcone directly~~
If you can't solve the problem, then solve the person who created the problem.

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"Please answer, ugly? 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 was forced to cooperate with others in an assassination.In the past, although some strange employers would put forward strange requirements, such as the target must die somewhere, and the target must die while being with someone, these requirements are not too difficult for him.

He was Lawton, after all, and he was Deadshot, one of the most proficient marksmen in the world.

Falcone hired him, but didn't trust him.This is the only reason Falcone forces him to accept "help".

Lawton believes that when he completes the task, those helpers will immediately turn back and point their guns at him.

After all, Falcone, who almost owns the entire Gotham, wants to hire others to complete revenge on the enemy, which in itself means a failure.

For someone of Falcone's kind, it was a sign of a crack in his invincible image.

Lawton knew this, but he didn't care.

It's nothing more than wasting a few more bullets, that's all.

What he cared more about was the strange treant, as Lawton called the druid who could turn vines.

"I have to get out of here."

As long as Lawton shoots, he almost never misses, but every time he shoots, he is cautious.

The current situation can be regarded as the last situation an assassin would like to face.

His observer lost contact, and the enemy's information was obviously different from what he knew. More importantly, he was not sure if he had been exposed.

So, he decided to leave.

As soon as he had this idea, Laughton, whose ears were so sensitive that he could almost hear hummingbirds flapping their wings, heard the sound of stepping on the snow behind him.

Turning around, raising his hand, and activating the infrared detection device, after completing these actions in an instant, Lawton saw something not far behind him.

cat.black kitten.

Cold sweat rolled down Lawton's temples.

Of course he didn't forget that ten minutes ago, he just heard his observer tell him that the target left with a black cat.

Does this little cat have any strange abilities?

Lawton hesitated.

To shoot, or not to shoot.

(End of this chapter)