Forced to focus on daily life [Comprehensive English and American]

Sophia's whole body froze the moment the gunshot rang out, and all objects in her field of vision became ethereal, and even the bullet that spewed out from the muzzle of the gun became slow, and she could clearly see The bullet broke through the air and brushed past her cheek.

Her movements were a little stiff and she looked back, only to see a slim figure sitting on the window sill. Before she could see the person clearly, the bullet had already flown in front of that person. Crooked, the bullet flew past her ear and flew into the pitch-black night.

The two men in black standing by the door also reacted quickly, quickly pulled out the guns from the holsters around their waists, aimed at the woman sitting on the windowsill and started shooting, and before the bullets touched each other, The woman had already jumped off the window sill, and her ten-centimeter high-heeled boots stepped firmly on the ground. The silver chain on the boots flashed a silver light under the light of the indoor lamp, making Sophia blink her eyes involuntarily. ,At this very moment, she heard the crisp sound of a metal object falling to the ground, and a muffled groan, and when she opened her eyes again, she saw the woman stomping a man under her feet, holding a pistol/gun in her hand, Pointing at another man in black.

Only at this time did Sophia see what this woman looked like.

She is not tall, even petite, but in Sophia's eyes, she is of a delicate and lovely figure, but she is wearing a black tube top dress and black knee-high heels Boots, indescribable charm, she also wears a witch-like pointed hat on her head, the blond hair under the hat is a little messy because of the battle just now, and the frizz is scattered on her shoulders, but this does not affect her whole body The femininity that exudes, even the face wearing a black blindfold looks mysterious and moving.

Sophia's only thing about the Night Witch is that she has heard of the name and knows that it is a famous urban legend in New York in the past year, but she has never seen the Night Witch in real life, nor has she met the Night Witch taken by passers-by when she checked Twitter Photo, so this was the first time she saw the Night Witch.

She had always thought that the Night Witch was like those witches in fairy tales who were all black and grinning, but she did not expect to be a young and beautiful woman.

She looked at the Night Witch, then at the man in the wheelchair, and at the boy standing behind the wheelchair, gritted her teeth, and then shrank back to the wall, fortunately, no one paid attention to her movements at this time , she relaxed, supported her body with her hands, moved behind the bed, poked out a pair of eyes, and stared closely at the movement in the entrance.

Rosie breathed a sigh of relief after Sophia sneaked back into the bed, thinking that Sophia was indeed a woman who was trusted by the school leaders and sent to Gotham City for an internship. Faced with this situation, not only did she not faint , dragged his injured leg, and found a relatively safe place to hide.

She felt that the guy being stepped on was a little dishonest, so she used some more force, and poked the pointed heel into the other's chest. After hearing a muffled groan, she withdrew some strength, lowered her head, Looking down at the man, she said with a coquettish smile, "This is just a warning, sir, please be honest, or my heel will directly pierce your skin and your heart."

As soon as she finished speaking, the hand holding the gun stretched forward again, and the muzzle of the gun was blocked on the back of the right hand of another man in black who stuck into his coat. The gun moved, and the corners of his lips curled up, saying: "This gentleman is too. My marksmanship is not very good. This gun is not under my control. If I panic and pull the trigger, that tree is not very good." OK."

After warning the two bodyguards, she turned her gaze to the man in the wheelchair outside the door, and the handsome young man standing behind him, Harry Osborn.

When she came into contact with Harry's cold and sullen eyes, her breathing was disordered for a moment, but she still controlled her eyes in time, passed the two people, and looked at the man in the corridor who was being held hostage by the bodyguard. The nurse, and a piece of blood slowly flowing out from under the door of the opposite ward.

She squinted her eyes, looked away, and stared at the man who was tightly wrapped up and sitting in a wheelchair.

At this moment, the man in the wheelchair raised his head slightly, revealing a sharp and stubble-covered chin in her vision.

"I didn't expect the Night Witch to come so fast." The man hoarsely said, "It's faster than I imagined. It's just to save an ordinary girl whose name is not known. So, I'm thinking, our evildoers Is the Night Witch a criminal or a superhero?"

"It's not a superhero, but it's definitely not a criminal." Rosie smiled, but her voice was unusually cold, "It's hard for Mr. Norman Osborn to go to such lengths to find me and control this Floor, it took a lot of work."

The man in the wheelchair threw away the gun in his hand, and took off the black top hat on his head, revealing a haggard and sickly face. He threw the hat under the wheelchair casually, and touched the scar on his chin. Hu stubble, said: "You are not a complete criminal, so you don't know yet, the most convenient means of control..." He stared at Rosie, smiled, "It's killing people."

Sophia, who was huddled behind the bed, suddenly widened her eyes and stared at the man in the wheelchair.

Rosie didn't have much expression on her face, she said calmly: "You killed all the doctors, nurses on duty, and patients on this floor?"

Norman Osborn laughed: "It's very simple, Night Witch, as simple as you shot two bullets into my leg."

Rosie stared at Norman Osborn's haggard face for a long time, then raised her eyes slightly, looked at Harry standing behind the wheelchair, and said, "Norman Osborn, you Killed someone in front of your son?"

"It's as it should be, isn't it?" Norman Osborn said lightly, "I am Norman Osborn, I am still the Green Goblin, and I am the god who wants to rule all crimes in New York City. When I can no longer stand up, my son, my Harry, should inherit my will." He said, looked at Rosie, and said with a smile, "Night Witch, the one who changed the trajectory of my son's life." Man, it's you."

Rosie's pupils widened suddenly, and she grabbed a handful of Desert Eagle/Eagle from the void with her left hand, and pointed the gun at Norman. The next second, Harry also pulled out the gun and pointed it at her. The tightly closed doors of her ward were kicked open from the room, and a dozen men in black were holding guns, and their black muzzles were aimed at her forehead.

This series of actions happened almost instantly, and even Sophia, who was hiding behind the bed, hadn't recovered from her senses. Dozens of people surrounded Rosie, but Rosie didn't care about those things. Pointing at her gun, but staring at a small figure lying face down on the ground in the ward across the corridor.

Judging by his figure, he is only about eleven or twelve years old. He is wearing the hospital gown of this hospital, but the blue and white gown has been stained red with blood, and the rest of his blood pooled into a stream and flowed to the ward. outside.

The pool of blood that Rosie saw before belonged to him.

In addition to this child, there is another corpse sitting against the wall under the window sill of the ward. He is wearing a blood-stained white coat, his head is hanging on his neck, and he has long been dead. He is still holding a medical record folder in his hand. , the medical records fell off into pages, one by one, scattered around his body.

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Rosie bit her lip, trembling, and looked away. She stared at Norman Osborn, almost gnashing her teeth and said, "Did you really kill everyone on the entire floor?"

"No." Norman Osborn squinted at her, then turned his head slightly, and looked at Sophia who was hiding behind the bed. "There are two more."

As soon as he finished speaking, the bodyguard holding the little nurse and standing against the wall of the corridor was about to pull the trigger, but before he pulled the trigger, a figure had already flashed in front of him. With cold blue eyes, he felt that someone kicked his wrist hard, and the gun in his hand flew out, and the female nurse who was pinched by him was also taken away from his arms by that person.

After kicking the bodyguard's gun and rescuing the little nurse, Rosie pushed her towards the elevator and shouted hastily, "Run!"

However, the next moment, she felt a cold thing pressing against her waist, and then a sharp pain penetrated her body. She opened her eyes wide, turned her head slightly, and saw the little nurse's cloth Full of tears, full of horror... and disturbed face.

"Yes, I'm sorry..." the little nurse said tremblingly, "They want me to find a chance to kill you... I, I have no choice... I don't want to die like my colleagues... And, and, as long as you Dead... others can live, live..."

Rosie's body shook heavily, and at this moment, she heard Norman Osborn's hoarse voice behind her: "Night Witch, you are not a complete criminal yet, and you are young, so you don't know Besides killing people, there are more convenient means of control." He paused, then smiled slightly, "That's a threat."

"Some people will do anything to survive."