When League of Legends Comes to American Comics

Chapter 33 Graves ([-] in [-]) (Please collect!)

The dark bedroom is simply furnished, with a bed, a bookcase, and a single fabric sofa with bearded corners.

There was a man lying on the bed. The man seemed to be sleeping, and the grunting sound was like the throttle of a large-displacement road race, dull and penetrating.

At this time, the 'accelerator sound' suddenly stopped, the man opened his eyes, and looked around in a daze.

pale yellow wallpaper;

old sofas and cabinets;

Everything seemed very strange.

"Where is this?"

Graves patted his head, trying to figure out whether he had something wrong with his brain or his eyes.

Before he fell into a coma, he was still subjected to inhuman torture in the safe prison;
When the eyes are opened and closed, I don't know if the sky outside has changed, but the surrounding scene has no similarity to the cold prison.

'thump'

There was a sudden sound outside the bedroom, followed by a girl's cry and a woman's comforting voice.

"This is... a woman?"

Graves felt that he was seriously ill. It seemed that besides his brain and eyes, there was also something wrong with his ears.

He lightly got up from the bed, the clothes on his body had been changed, it was a prison uniform before, now it is a set of loose casual clothes, but it should be the wrong size, the casual clothes were stiffly supported by his muscles It became a tights.

"hiss."

Graves took off his coat, revealing the short white sleeves underneath, which looked a bit worn, but they were well washed.

Then, he held the coat to his nose and sniffed it.

It was a scent he had never smelled before, a bit like the perfume sprayed on the nobles of Piltover.

What exactly is going on?

Graves' mind was a little dazed, he felt that he might have been tortured in the safe prison for so long that he had hallucinations, or... was he dreaming?

Yes;

That's it.

I should still be in prison now, maybe I just finished being tortured, I was thrown into the cell like a dead dog, my head hit the cold floor and bounced slightly and then hit again.

"Didn't this bump wake me up?" Graves patted his forehead again, "Or is it because the bump was so hard that it broke my brain?"

He walked to the door of the room, but didn't immediately open the door to see what was going on outside.

At this moment, in addition to doubts, he also has deep hesitation and fear in his heart.

He was a little worried. With his light push, what appeared outside was not a weeping girl and a woman who was comforting, but the cold cell, and the endless torment like the waves.

Even a pure man, in a place like the safe prison, will be smoothed out. Although he can grit his teeth and rely on the hatred in his heart to survive the torture, but if he can relax, who would refuse?
"If it's a dream, let's make this dream longer."

Graves closed his eyes, the rough man finally showing his tired side in his 'dream'.

Although this dream has only just revealed a corner, it is precious to him who has been tortured since he was a child;
That is at this time;

'Snapped'

The door was opened from the outside.

Graves opened his eyes in astonishment, and he saw a strange woman and a vast expanse of whiteness.

'boom'

The door was closed again.

'Snapped'

The door was opened again.

The woman had already adjusted her collar, she smiled at Graves, and then said a little stiffly, "Are you awake?"

"hiss!"

Graves gasped, not because of the whiteness just now, but because, here, it doesn't seem to be a dream!
He glanced outside, and there was a girl sitting on the sofa outside, probably in her early ten years old.

"Where is this place?"

"Harlem."

"Why am I here?" Graves frowned, "How far is it from Port Piraeus?"

"Where is Port Piraeus?" The woman was obviously more confused than Graves, she raised her hand to touch Graves' forehead, and muttered, "It seems that you are not seriously ill."

about an hour later;

Graves was sitting on the sofa in the living room, wrapped in a thin blanket, holding a cup of steaming coffee.

"So this is really not Runeterra, this is a place called New York?"

He shook his shoulders, the thin blanket made him feel a little awkward, but at the request of the weak-looking woman in front of him, he didn't know how to put it on.

"Yes." The woman nodded.

"So, after you got out of prison, you saw me fainted on the road, and then you rescued me and took care of me at home for two days?"

"Yes."

"." Graves took a sip of his coffee, only feeling that the bitterness in his mouth was a bit illusory, and he pointed at the woman, "You, why did you save me?"

A woman with a girl alone dares to pick up a man on the street and go home. This kind of thing is unreasonable in Piraeus Port or Picheng.

"Uh" the woman was a little flustered when she heard the words;

And at this time a girl ran out of the room, she glanced at Graves, her shining eyes fluttered, there was no fear in it, but a little closeness.

The girl ignored the woman's obstruction and said, "Because you look a lot like my father."

"Where's your father?"

"Dead." The girl pointed at the woman, "but my mother is still there, she is still very young, and she looks pretty well dressed."

"Don't talk nonsense." The woman covered the girl's mouth.

"." Graves was speechless, as a habitual fraudster, he could tell that the girl wasn't lying.

He took another sip of his coffee, but the bitter drink did nothing to fill his emptiness.

If all this was real, if this wasn't Runeterra, if he couldn't get revenge on Drizzt, then what was he going to do next?
Is it possible to regain one's old roots in this strange world?
If he was still in Runeterra, he wouldn't mind getting back on his feet, avenging his revenge first, and then continuing to play the true qualities of an outlaw lunatic.

However, in this strange world, after he just woke up not long ago, he suddenly had the idea of ​​wanting to be a human again. You must know that even when he was tortured in the safe prison, he never had such a strange feeling. idea.

He glanced at the woman and the girl, and then at the living room illuminated by warm lights, and suddenly felt that this place was even scarier than a safe prison.

To be honest, as an abandoned orphan, he is not afraid of pain and violence, but has an inexplicable fear of the warmth and warmth in front of him.

He had a hunch that if he stayed here, he would be slow to draw his gun.

Can't go on like this!

Graves stood up, but just as he raised his leg, the little girl broke free from the woman's restraints and hugged his leg, "Uncle, stay and live with us."

Graves's movements froze for a moment. If other people wanted to stop him, even the captains of the Port of Piraeus, he would dare to greet them with a fist, but facing the pair of eyes and immature face.

He felt a little overwhelmed.

Slap away?

He looked at the little girl's face, unable to move;
Break free?

He could sense the gaze of the woman behind him, which made him unable to move as if by magic.

Just when he was in a dilemma, the girl suddenly let go of her hand, and then coughed violently.

The woman ran over quickly, put the girl in her arms, and at the same time patted the girl's back lightly from behind. Under the warm light, the two of them looked like two little birds who depended on each other.

"What happened to her?" Graves asked.

"A small problem, it won't cost a lot of money." The girl said stubbornly, holding back her cough.

Graves glanced at the decoration of the living room and the woman with a gray face, and understood something in his heart.

He hesitated for a moment, then moved his legs again and walked towards the door.

The girl wanted to stop her, but the woman stopped her.

When Graves' hand was on the doorknob, the woman said, "Are you leaving?"

Graves paused and didn't speak, he was afraid that if he hesitated, he would be completely captured by that weird magic.

'boom'

when the door slams,
The woman subconsciously hugged the girl in her arms tightly.

The girl raised her head and glanced at the woman, "Mom, I'm sorry, he might dislike me."

The woman covered the girl's mouth, "Don't talk nonsense, no one will dislike you, it's my mother's own problem."

dark;

cramped;

Coupled with the occasional stench of rotting garbage in the air, Graves relaxed.

This is the environment he is familiar with;
This is his home field.

When he saw the homeless man lying on the corner of the street not far away from his corner of the eye, a smile couldn't help showing on the corner of his mouth.

"This is my world!"

Graves sighed with emotion, he stood by the road, looked back at the window with warm yellow light, and suddenly shivered.

horrible;
terrible!

"His grandma's, there must be something wrong with the bitter water." Graves patted his forehead, then took a deep breath, and muttered: "Make money, make money, make money, and get back together! "

Say it;

He glanced at the unfamiliar street, then picked the one that looked the tattered.

The more dilapidated the location, the more chaos, and chaos can often breed violence and crime;

For ordinary people, these things are avoided, but for him, this is the most familiar and kindest taste.

The lights on the side of the road gradually dimmed. The nearest one seemed to be in disrepair, and the lights kept flickering, causing the entire street to be faintly visible.

'Om'

A light flickers;
The cramped road became empty, and the previous figure disappeared at some point.

After about 3 minutes;

Out of the darkness came two men dressed in black, wearing baseball caps with the brims pulled down so low that they almost covered their faces.

"What about people?"

The man in front whispered.

"It really disappeared suddenly." The man behind responded.

"Hiss, this is one way, could it be a ghost?"

The man who spoke first gritted his teeth and cursed, then reached out and pressed his headset, "This is 9527, the target has lost its trace, repeat, this is 9"

'boom'

There was a sound of glass breaking suddenly.

Before the two men could react, a burly black shadow had already fallen in front of them.

Gritting his teeth, Graves raised his fist and hit one of the men on the head.

Although the special shotgun he was famous for did not come with him, but he grew up in the environment of Piraeus Port, and his skills and experience in fighting in narrow alleys were enough to crush the two people in front of him into the mud.

'boom'

The man's head was hit, and he fell down without any suspense.

The man who was still reporting the situation to the headset quickly lowered his body, sensing the blowing wind from his head, touched the gun on his waist with his right hand, and at the same time subconsciously shouted:

"NYPD, hands up!"

Graves kicked his leg in response, and the man felt like he was floating in the air.

Before he fell to the ground, another hand knife accurately cut his face.

'boom'

The man fell to the ground on his back. He only felt that his whole brain was buzzing, and his consciousness became blurred. He could only vaguely feel that figure groped his body for a while, and then lost consciousness.

During the whole process, they didn't even see what the black shadow looked like, and their consciousness fell into a coma.

Graves put away the guns of the two men, and even stole an ID. He looked at the man who was knocked down by his punch, and complained: "Isn't it better to report your identity earlier?"

Years of criminal experience told him that once you encounter an official agency, you have to be cowardly, because even if they can't catch you, they can disgust you and make you afraid to show up like a mouse;
If he had known that these two were the policemen of this world, how could he have retracted his first punch;
Fortunately, the second one was a little smarter. His leg and knife in his hand looked ruthless, but he withdrew his strength at critical moments.

The second man should be able to wake up tomorrow, and when the time comes to report the situation to the people behind him, they should be able to know that he has no intention of killing.

As long as they know that they have no intention of killing, they should not send more people to arrest themselves, which means that they still have time to raise money. No, it's for money!
Graves shook the man's clothes, and a small razor fell out of it.

He pursed his lips, looked at the razor and muttered, "I don't have time to shave."

He didn't know why, but he felt that his inner need for money became extremely urgent, as if he would lose something if he couldn't get money in a short time;
He stood there and thought for a while, then shook his head again, since he couldn't figure it out, he didn't think about it. In short, it's not a bad thing to be eager to make money!
After familiarizing himself with the guns, Graves put the two guns away, then groped in the clothes of the two men for a while, and then quietly hid in the darkness.

The long-term criminal experience and the long-term experience of being hunted down seem to have formed a habit in him, so that he even subconsciously ignored why the police would arrest him in a new world.

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Brothers, all the brothers stand up, and the recommendation tickets and monthly tickets are smashed!
(End of this chapter)