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

The image of Rosie at this moment is far from that of the main characters in the final battle of those action movies. After a battle, her blond hair looked a little disheveled, and her forehead was covered with tiny beads of sweat. It looked a bit embarrassed.

She stood in a messy hospital corridor, with glass shards, guns, and the corpses of men in black scattered around her feet. The smell of disinfectant in the hospital itself was overwhelmed by the smell of blood. The near-noon sunlight pouring into the hallway also looked too artificial.

After she yelled that sentence, the corridor was deadly silent. The man sitting on the bench waited for her echo to disappear in the corridor, then slowly stood up, pocketed in one hand, turned sideways, look at her.

He had been sitting on the bench with his back against the wall before, and even though he didn't make any other movements, there was still an invisible oppressive feeling on his body, and after he stood up straight, the oppressive feeling multiplied, as if even Sunshine in the corridor retreated a little in fear.He is tall, his muscles are wrapped under a well-tailored suit, and the suit and trousers seem to have been carefully ironed, without any wrinkles, like a business tycoon who just stepped out of his private car in the morning, but Looking up and touching his cold eyes in the gaps in the bandages covering his head, he will be pulled into this bloody reality from a business war drama.

He clapped his hands, and there was a hint of emotionless smile in his voice: "It's really touching words, even... a bit damn familiar." He stretched out the hand in his trouser pocket, Playing with the lighter in his hand, "I'm quite disgusted with city guardians like you who speak like politicians."

This time Rosie no longer focused on the lighter, but stared at his eyes hidden between the gaps in the bandages, and said, "I'm not the guardian."

The man fiddled with the lighter, and the flame rose up on the lighter, "Oh? Then you are..."

"I am your punisher!"

As soon as the voice of these words fell, the stagnant air suddenly flowed, and the two figures projected on the wall of the hospital corridor also moved. Rosie threw the Desert Eagle in her hand. It danced a few spins in mid-air, and when it fell again, Rosie had already replaced it with a new magazine.

On the other side, the lighter that was in the hands of the masked man for a long time was also dropped by him, and fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

At the same time, Rosie's right index finger also pulled the trigger, and the strong recoil of the Desert Eagle/Eagle pushed her right shoulder back slightly. Just turning his face slightly, he could see the slightly narrowed eyes of the masked man behind the bandages.

Although Rosie had expected that this man was not an ordinary person, she was still surprised by the speed and neatness of his movements. She immediately played with her elbows backwards, and the hand/gun twirled between her fingers. Aiming at the masked man's abdomen, the man turned around the moment before she shot, and she took advantage of the recoil of the gun to take a few steps back, getting out of the range of the man's close-to-hand combat.

The two gunshots were fired consecutively in a very short period of time, but in just a few seconds, the two of them had already completed the first round of probing.

The masked man stood in front of the empty window, his tie was slightly crooked due to the battle just now, he slowly raised his hand to straighten his tie, smoothed the folds on the collar of his shirt, and said: "I have also met A person who uses Desert Eagle/Eagle in actual combat, your spear skills are not inferior to him."

"Thank you for the compliment." Rosie said flatly, moving her right shoulder joint.

This man is very powerful, just now he just gave it a seemingly random grip, but at that moment, Rosie thought that his shoulders were almost taken off by him.There was no expression on her face, but the self in her inner world was already grinning, thinking that after this guy was dealt with later, she would inevitably live in this hospital.

The man watched her move her shoulder joints, and seemed to let out a chuckle. He didn't attack again, but stood where he was, reached into his trouser pocket with his right hand, and found a cigarette case. He took out a cigarette, put it in his mouth, raised his left hand in the air, but seemed to think of something, and paused.

Rosie observed his series of movements, looked down, caught a glimpse of the lighter lying in a pool of blood, and kicked it directly at the opponent, and the masked man raised his hand to stabilize the lighter that hit him After catching it, he gently rubbed the cold blood stains on the metal lighter with his thumb and forefinger, and then pulled out a red flame.

He didn't light a cigarette, but looked at the dancing flame on the lighter, and said, "I have a question about the Night Witch." He released his thumb that was pressing the lighter switch, and the flame went out with a snap, "I was in Rockefeller Plaza last night. After the incident, I checked your background clearly. I thought you would have a tragic past like those superheroes who haunt New York, but unexpectedly, you lived a happy life. In the past two decades, you should not be a terrorist, nor should you be a superhero."

"You should be among the crowd fleeing in every attack. You should be one of the corpses lying in this corridor." The man pressed the lighter, and the flames bloomed between his fingers again. "So, Night Witch is really a curious existence."

Rosie stared at him, with a mocking arc on her lips: "I didn't know that Your Excellency still has the pleasure of prying into other people's privacy."

He lowered his head, put the cigarette butt into the flame of the lighter, and said, "I just think that the Night Witch, like other heroes, should know the price of being a hero."

After he finished speaking, blue smoke gushed out of his nostrils, covering his face, only faintly showing the flickering light of the cigarette butt.

Rosie was standing not far from him, the sunlight cautiously spread from the window to her feet, coating the gradually solidified blood on the ground with a layer of cold gold.The corners of her mouth slowly descended. If you look carefully, you can still see the teeth clenched on her lips. She stared at the man and said in a cold voice, "What did you do?"

The man exhaled and blew away the smoke in front of him. His eyes behind the bandages caught Rosie's knife-like gaze without any hesitation.

"Me? Naturally, I want the Night Witch to become more like a hero who suffers and hates deeply." He said softly, with a bit of creepy pleasure in his voice.

He took a step closer to Rosie and said, "I have a friend who was once like you, with a wealthy family and loving parents. He can be very proud to say that he is the happiest person in the world. Then... He smiled, "His parents are dead, in front of him."

Rosie stared at him coldly, and when he took a step forward, she already clenched her fists.

"Very good, with your expression." He clapped his hands, then stopped again, "But it's still a little tasteless, let me think about it, what else is you short of..." He paused, then laughed, "Almost desperate, almost angry, and hating the world, and I know how to give you these things."

His tone was very soft and his speed was very slow, but such a seemingly gentle sentence made Rosie's whole body icy cold.

She first thought of Natalia who collapsed in the kitchen in the afternoon, and then she thought of Mr. Mathers' smiling "Go, superhero" when she left Mathers' house for a few hours.

She can even remember very clearly that Mrs. Mathers looked at her with distressed eyes, and Kailani, who had been busy for a long time, was full of tiredness, but she still reminded her to be careful when going out.

Her clenched fists trembled slightly, and her eyes were slightly red when she stared at the man. She almost gritted her teeth and said word by word: "What the hell did you do?"

The man shook the cigarette butt in his hand: "That beautiful residential area in Manhattan should no longer exist."

Rosie's pupils suddenly constricted, and everything in her field of vision was blood-like red. The man standing in the sun smoking leisurely was firmly nailed to her pupils. Natalia's figure lying on the floor Everyone in Mathers' house a few hours ago flashed through her mind quickly, and finally, like the glass of the windows in the corridor of the hospital, after a loud noise, it was reduced to dust.

"boom"!

The tight string in her mind was completely broken.

"I kill you!"

She roared and rushed towards the man in front of her. The man narrowed his eyes slightly, as if admiring the young girl's loss of control, but the next moment, he felt a sharp pain in his chest, and he staggered towards He took a few steps back and looked down, only to see a piece of broken glass as wide as a blood-stained palm stuck in his left chest.

Rosie didn't stop attacking because of a successful blow. Her right hand was scratched because of the broken glass she held earlier. The blood almost stained the entire palm of her hand. Between her attacks, there were even a few drops Blood spattered the bandages on the man's face.

When the blood touched the cotton bandage, it quickly spread and became dense.

While blocking her attack, the man said: "That's right, this is the expression that a happy life should have..." When he saw Rosie's red eyes, his eyes lit up, and he said loudly, " He has obviously lost the most important thing, why is he still alive! Why hasn't he been destroyed..."

Before he finished speaking, Rosie's fist that hit his head turned into claws, tearing off the bandages wrapped around his face.

He was dazed at first, then bowed slightly, then widened his eyes, and slowly touched his right cheek with his right hand.

The bandage that was originally wrapped around his face was held tightly in Rosie's hand, and blood gushed out from the wound in her palm, gradually staining the bandage in blood.

He raised his head and looked at Rosie.

In the cold and dazzling afternoon sun, there appeared a pale face that was extremely familiar to her.

He doesn't belong here, and he doesn't belong in sin.

"Bruce Wayne?"