Rocot: Reborn

"Mr. Rocco, I didn't expect to see you here," the visitor's face was slightly surprised, but then he changed to a businesslike attitude, "Our era no longer needs heroic feats. Everything you have done will destroy the values ​​we are proud of. The federal government has issued an arrest warrant for you."

Roccod looked at the woman in front of him, and the maturity and steadiness revealed between his eyebrows was hard to ignore. This was just one of the countless people he met after traveling through time, but this person's identity made him pay attention to her - she was the chief prosecutor of the federal government in the future world, and she had "cooperated" with him on the screen. At this moment, he suddenly realized that it seemed that everyone had unknowingly stood on the other side and became a stumbling block on his road to revenge.

He quietly looked at this female prosecutor who was once known for her justice. The emotions in his heart had long since calmed down. Even though he remembered that he had hesitated for a moment in front of her eyes, everything was as vivid as a nightmare from his previous life.

"I am now..." Roccod's voice was as cold as if it had been tempered in a cold storage. He was about to blurt out all his murderous intent, but suddenly a slight change in air flow disrupted his rhythm.

Roccod instinctively lowered his head. A string of thin silver threads brushed against his hair and flew past. The sharp cold light was like a deadly spider web. Suddenly, there was a "bang" and the wall behind the Chief Prosecutor suddenly exploded, with debris flying everywhere. Before the figure in the smoke and dust was fully revealed, Roccod had already retreated quickly, and at the same time, the poisonous blade in his sleeve slashed horizontally, blocking the oncoming swift attack by a hair's breadth.

The person released his strength and jumped back to create distance. When Roccod squinted his eyes, he found that the person who made the attack was not someone else, but the girl in the wheelchair...

Roccod looked sideways and saw that the girl who was originally sitting in the corner had stood up in a wheelchair without knowing when. The white spider silk wrapped around her palms was like flying ribbons, and her expression was cold and focused. His strong sixth sense told him that the girl sitting in the wheelchair had terrible strength and a tricky identity behind the scenes.

However, he is no longer the ignorant boy at this moment, and this little trick alone is not enough to defeat him.

"Tell me," he tilted his head and gave the girl a playful smile, not taking her seriously at all, "How do you want to take me down this time?"

The girl did not answer. Her face suddenly became abnormally distorted, and her eyes were filled with fanatical bloodshot, as if she was summoning a spell to summon a hideous evil spirit. Roccod suddenly had an ominous premonition in his heart. Before he could react, a strong hurricane suddenly erupted from behind the girl, crushing everything into dust with a devastating force.

"Want to leave? Not that easy!" Rocot roared as he rushed forward. He threw the instruments and equipment beside him high up, turning them into sharp darts and shooting at the terrified people.

The bloody frenzy suddenly stopped when he stepped into the area, and only the shocking bloodstains on the ground told of the tragedy just now. Roccod snorted coldly, and just as he was about to flee the scene, he found a residual shadow in front of him.

The sudden crisis left Rocco no time to think. He wanted to dodge, but it was too late. He saw blood splattering in the air. Rocco looked at the girl in front of him in disbelief. He felt that his brain was not enough. Everything was clearly planned. How could someone suddenly appear and disrupt his entire plan? Was there a loophole in his plan? Or was this a deliberate trap?

Faced with the seriously injured Rocot, the girl in front of him did not hesitate at all and killed him with one blow. Looking at Rocot falling in a pool of blood, the girl smiled and then sat in a wheelchair. Her spider silk had cut off the power supply of the laboratory. With her mastery of skills and strategies, she knew that any obstruction would not be an obstacle.

The girl raised her head proudly, and the support team outside looked at the wheelchair girl with a strange smile, not knowing what happened. The deputy captain asked in confusion:

"Ivy, don't you think you shouldn't be so cruel to a fifteen-year-old child?"

"He's not someone's child," Ivy was still smiling, but her smile gradually faded, "He's the devil of the future."

Under the cover of darkness, countless secrets are hidden in the shadows of the abandoned factory. Raindrops dripped intermittently from the cracked water pipes, hitting Roccod's shoulders covered with black robes, making a slight dripping sound. He stood in front of the towering old factory door, his deep eyes looking particularly cold under the moonlight. Beside him were a group of men in black who obeyed his orders. They were all his loyal followers, ready to execute his plan until death.

Rocot turned to look at the thin man beside him and smiled sarcastically: "It's time to let the world see our power again. Start the plan and make sure everything goes according to plan."

The man nodded, bowed slightly, and then turned to a control console. His fingers moved swiftly on various buttons and screens, and every input was accurate, revealing his mastery of technology and his seriousness in the task.

At this moment, a strange premonition flashed through Roccod's heart. His life had always revolved around revenge and power, and nothing had ever stopped him, but there seemed to be an indescribable tension and uneasiness in the air tonight.

Suddenly, a low alarm sounded in the factory, and the harsh sound cut through the silence of the night. Roccod frowned, and he quickly turned to the control console, with a subtle flash of surprise in his eyes.

"Report, there is a hostile signal approaching, the identity is unknown, and the speed is very fast," the communicator's voice came through the loudspeaker with a bit of tension.

Roccod's body tensed up instantly. He ordered, "Everyone be alert and prepare to meet the enemy. Don't let anyone disrupt this operation."

The men in black quickly dispersed and took their positions. Their eyes were firm and cold, and the weapons in their hands flashed coldly in the dim light. And Rocot stood in the front, his face as cold as ice.

Soon, a figure flashed by like a ghost, so fast that it was almost impossible to catch its trajectory. Rocot squinted his eyes and stared at the person who came. When the figure became clear, he actually saw a slender girl standing in the darkest place. Her face was looming in the shadows, and only a pair of eyes were clearly visible, as sharp as a beast.

Roccod was shocked. Although the other party was just a girl who looked weak and frail, his intuition told him that she was no simple person. He asked softly, "Who are you? Why are you stopping me?"

The girl's lips curled up into a cold smile. Her voice was deep and powerful, as if it came from underground: "I come from the shadow of your past, Rocot. Do you think your revenge is accomplished?"