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

The night wind in late autumn already brought a bit of chill into the skin. It poured in from the open window behind the nurse's station, rolled up the corner of the blood-stained curtain, and brushed the bottles and cans that fell from the medicine rack. A bottle of injection was rolled forward, the blood stained on the label had dried up, and the words Xidilan could be vaguely recognized.

The layer of glass on the surface of the wall clock in the corridor has been shattered and scattered all over the floor, but the hands on the dial are safe and sound. Ignoring the strong smell of blood in the air and the killing intent that makes the back numb, the second hand ticks over and over again. Walking forward, the minute hand slowly moved forward one frame, making a slight "pop" sound.

It's two fifteen in the morning.

Rosie moved her gaze away from the wall clock, then looked around at the bodyguards surrounding her one by one, and finally passed those bodyguards who were trembling slightly, and landed on Harry, who was kneeling in front of the wheelchair outside the crowd.

Her bullet pierced the forehead of Green Goblin Norman Osborn, and the cloudy blood flowed from the wound on his forehead, splitting his emaciated face into two, and he still did not close his eyes until he died. Close your eyes and stare at a place a few meters away.Harry turned his back to Rosie, and knelt in front of him. Rosie couldn't see his back at this time, but found that his hand holding the gun was trembling.

Rosie's eyes loosened a little.

However, the next moment, her ears caught an unusual sound of air flow. She turned her head to the left, just to avoid a dagger stabbing from behind her, but before the attacker could retract the weapon, She had already hit the opponent's chest with her elbow. After the dagger in the opponent's hand fell, her right leg was raised, and her knee was hitting the handle of the dagger. The dagger was like a flying bullet. , with this strength, flew straight forward and stabbed into the chest of a bodyguard in front of her.

And this blow, like the starting gun of a track and field competition, broke the original stalemate. Rosie swung her double guns and rushed forward stepping on the bodyguard's body that she had shot/killed before. The bodyguards fought in a hurry, and before the trigger was pulled, they were shot through the wrist by her. The gun fell heavily and made a heavy muffled sound on the floor tiles in the corridor.The quick-drying hand sanitizer hung on the wall of the corridor was also hit by bullets flying all over the sky. The liquid splashed and rose high before covering the blood that had rapidly lost its temperature on the ground.

The nurse huddled in front of the elevator door, looking at the corridor where the scuffle was taking place, her eyes full of horror.

This is a corridor she is all too familiar with. Every morning at eight o'clock, the director of the department conducts regular ward rounds. Every doctor brings his own interns to form a team and walk from one end of the corridor to the other. The ward on this floor is always full of patients. Some people are discharged from the hospital today, and within two hours, someone rushes over and lies on the bed that the nurse has just packed; In the atmosphere of the house, I will squat in the corridor with my own toys to play, including remote-controlled planes and Transformers.

However, at this moment, those doctors are lying on top of the mountain of corpses in the ward, and the surviving patients are also huddled in the ward at the end of the corridor trembling listening to the sound of guns, walking past doctors, patients and children playing with Transformers In the corridor, there were only corpses lying all over the floor, and walls splattered with blood and brains.

And the night witch who was shot by her, wearing high heels, stepped on a pool of blood and killed the last bodyguard.

Looking at the tragic situation in this corridor, she realized why the Night Witch was dressed in black.

Rosie herself didn't know how many bloodstains were splashed on the black skirt.

She raised her chin and watched with contemptuous eyes the last bodyguard fell from under her gun/muzzle, then turned her head slightly, and saw a string of splatter-like bloodstains on her bare/exposed shoulders.

Probably because the battle was too hearty, she also forgot when the bloodstains were stained.

She threw the m1911 she just snatched from the bodyguard to the ground, and then raised her hand to wipe the trace. She wanted to use her black skirt to wipe off the blood on her hand, but there seemed to be another force in her body , driving her to put the blood-stained finger to her lips, and gently licked it with the tip of her tongue.

She seemed to be taken aback, then frowned tightly.

It tasted terrible.

She was still holding the silver Desert Eagle/Eagle in her left hand, and she turned her finger on the trigger ring. When she was about to withdraw into the space, she suddenly heard a very low voice from behind: "Are you What did you forget?"

She paused, turned her head, and saw a young man kneeling in front of a wheelchair among the corpses lying on the ground.

The young man's hand holding the gun stopped shaking.

Rosie was taken aback, raised her eyebrows at random, and covered her lips with the other hand that was not holding the gun, and let out a giggle: "That's right, I forgot that there is another... "

Before she could finish her sentence, the smile on her lips disappeared quickly, and the hand holding the gun quickly lifted up, pointing the gun at the boy kneeling in front of the wheelchair, but before she could pull out the gun, the elevator behind the nurse suddenly With a sound of "ding", the elevator door opened in response. She frowned, feeling an ominous premonition in her heart, and moved the gun towards the elevator door. At this time, the boy who was still kneeling in front of the wheelchair had already thrown away. He fired his gun and ran towards her.

Gritting her teeth, she kicked the m1911 by her right foot into the air, took it with her right hand, aimed at the young man rushing towards her, and pulled the trigger.At the same time, a man wearing a black mask and a black cloak rushed out of the elevator. When she saw the black bat mark on the man's chest, her eyes widened slightly, and she pointed her left hand at him and pulled the trigger.

The two guns fired one after the other, but there was no movement when the trigger of the M1911 that fired first was pulled. When she realized that the M1911 was out of bullets, the bullets of the Desert Eagle/Eagle had also been shot by the man in black. Easily dodged and passed.

The next moment, the young man rushed in front of her, a bone-piercing cold pierced through the previous bullet hole in her waist, and then a sharp pain rushed to her brain.

The pain made her mind a little clearer. She gritted her teeth, endured the pain, raised her head, and looked at the young man standing in front of her, looking down at her from a high position.

She is actually very familiar with this face, she has seen too many expressions on this face, arrogant, innocent, sad, and on the verge of despair.

But never once, have I seen such a hostile person.

"I……"

I don't want you to kill.

Rosie opened her mouth, but she didn't say any more. She lowered her head and saw the dagger pierced into her waist, and the handle of the knife that the monk was still holding in Harry's hand.

The next moment, the remaining half of the dagger was also sent to her waist, and her body swayed heavily. She squinted her eyes, then raised her head, and saw the hatred in Harry's eyes, even in those two The swollen eyes found a bit of the same madness as Norman before he died.

"I swore a long time ago that one day I would kill you with my own hands, Night Witch." Harry gritted his teeth and reached out his hand towards Rosie's blindfold, "I will take off your mask, Put your death on the headlines of the New York Times, let everyone see how the urban legend of the night witch died tragically..."

Rosie stared at him, squinted her eyes, and swung her right hand quickly. Before he could react, a hand knife hit him hard on the back of the neck. His words suddenly stopped, and then softly He fell to the ground, and as he fell, Rosie also saw the man in black holding a gun behind him.

Rosie's body swayed after losing Harry's support. She had to stretch out a hand to press against the corridor wall, barely supporting her body, then exhaled heavily, looked up at the man in black, Laughing weakly, he said, "Why is Red Hood wearing Batman's suit?"

"I have my own reasons." The other party said coldly, holding the trigger ring of the Desert/Eagle in his hand, turning it around between his fingers, and then buckling the holster around his waist.

"Well, if you don't tell me, I won't ask." Rosie shook her head.

After a few seconds of silence, the other party asked again: "Do you need help?"

Rosie froze for a moment, then looked up at him again, his upper half face was firmly covered by Batman's mask, only the sharp lower half of his face was exposed, his lips were tightly pursed, looking like It's no different from usual, she wanted to refuse, but when the words came to her lips, she turned a corner: "...need."

"Then I'll take the one in the room, the one in the corridor..." He tilted his head, looked at Sophia who was hiding behind the bed in the ward, and Harry who was stunned by Rosie's hand knife, and suddenly After a pause, he looked back at the nurse in front of the elevator door, "And that one, can you deal with it for you?"

Rosie shook her head: "No need."

He nodded and stretched out his hand to Rosie: "It seems that you are awake now, let's go first."