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

Rosie has seen this face many times before, but every time, this face has a not-so-serious smile, looking frivolous and careless, although Rosie knows that the owner of this face is the same as her. There will be another identity and another expression, but she has never imagined such a sinister Bruce Wayne.

He still stood opposite Rosie in that extremely oppressive posture, his neck and face protruding from the ironed suit were as pale as if he had just been chiseled out of ice in an extremely cold place, even in winter The sunlight still has some color, but it still can't dye him a little bit of reality.

He seems to have copied it millimeter by millimeter with a small carving knife according to the appearance of Bruce Wayne.

It's just that at this moment, Rosie no longer has the extra energy to capture the unnaturalness and incongruity of the man opposite, that face became blurred and dazzling in her bloody vision, and her breathing became short of breath. , her chest was heaving violently, she knew something was wrong with herself, but she couldn't restrain this unreasonable strange feeling which gradually eroded her sanity and controlled her will.

This is not the first time she has encountered this kind of situation. It seems that the last time was also in the hospital. The nurse behind her protected her with a gun against her defenseless back.

The Green Goblin sat on the wheelchair in front of her, and said with a smile that people's hearts are unpredictable, and some people will always do unimaginable things in order to survive.

And what did she say to the tearful nurse who was shot in the body?

"No...it shouldn't be you."

Medical staff who save lives should not be dark knights walking in hell with blood on their hands, nor should they become criminals who cause harm to the world.Although good and evil have different interpretations for different people, good is good and evil is evil.

Just like Rosie Mathers, no matter how hard she tried to survive, she was struggling to walk on the edge of good and evil, never touching the bottom line, and turning the night witch into a complete villain when night fell.

This is her own insistence.

"Why shouldn't it be Bruce Wayne?" the man said, "Bruce Wayne should be a handsome business tycoon, a dark knight walking in the dark night of Gotham, wouldn't he trample others with dirty hands? "

"If you think he won't, then I'll let you know what a disgusting person Bruce Wayne is." The man took a step towards her, the face that had appeared countless times on the covers of Gotham's major newspapers There was a stiff and distorted smile on the face, "I don't know if you still have the same expression when you cry while hugging your parents' dead bodies, and if you regret that you once tried to be a superhero to save the city..."

Before he could finish his sentence, he heard the sound of a shot/shot, his body had reacted before he realized it, and he quickly avoided it to the right. This was the muscle memory he had acquired through years of close combat practice. , He has great trust in his body, even to the point of being proud of it.

However, just when he thought he had perfectly avoided the sudden shot, a slender wrist stretched out from the back of his waist and wrapped around his side waist and front abdomen. The next moment, a hot metal object touched the back of his neck.

He narrowed his eyes.

A delicate and charming laugh sounded behind him: "Sir, what kind of expression do you like?"

"Is it the surprise that you didn't have time to react when your brain was blown away by the desert eagle/eagle, or the fear of being pointed at by the gun and watching the bullet/ejected?" The voice came closer, "Sir, what expression do you want? I promise I will paint on your face completely, completely, completely, completely."

After she finished speaking, she blew lightly behind his ear, and then let out a series of giggles.

There was another deafening gunshot from the hospital at noon, and the people who were blocked outside the hospital gate by the police cordon trembled involuntarily.

This hospital, which was supposed to be considered idle, finally fell into fear after the belated winter sun peeked out from the thick clouds.

Before the police arrived, doctors from various departments began to organize the evacuation of patients. The doctors called on the patients who were able to move to help transfer those patients who were inconvenient to move out of the inpatient department that might be affected at any time, so as to stop the epidemic. The impact of sudden, unprovoked attacks is minimized.

Although the evacuation operation was not organized by the police, the evacuation was as orderly as possible, but the process was still chaotic and busy. Two young doctors who were in the internship period carried a middle-aged man with a plaster cast on his right leg from three The orthopedic ward on the first floor took the elevator downstairs and walked out of the lobby of the inpatient department building. Just as they walked down the bottom step, they heard the sound of glass shattering. A golden and red shadow, after the shadow disappeared, they blinked, only to find that there were glass shards of different sizes around them.

These fragments hit them from a high altitude, even if one of them hit, the consequences would be unimaginable.

The three stood on the ground and looked at each other until they heard exclamations one after another from all around them:

"It's the night witch!"

"Iron Man! That was Iron Man just now!"

When did the urban legend Night Witch appear together with the superhero Iron Man?

However, people at this time did not have extra time to think about this issue. Under the command of the police who arrived, they evacuated amidst the dense gunshots/sounds, and only after they escaped from the sky did they discover all the fierce fighting , all happened in the not-so-spacious corridor on the operating room floor.

The window panes in this corridor are almost completely broken, and through the incomplete window, one can still see a black figure moving vigorously, and there are a few brilliant golden streaks among the deep blackness.

That's the Night Witch.

"The night witch, who has always been around at night, appeared in the morning." The intern who escaped from falling broken glass before said in a daze, "and still doing what superheroes do..."

His companion glanced at him and said, "You don't know the heroic deeds of the Night Witch in Rockefeller Plaza last night."

"I had three surgeries scheduled from yesterday to this morning, and I don't have time to check Twitter." The intern wiped the sweat from his brow, "So what did the Night Witch do last night?"

"Just do the same thing as now," said the companion. "Protect New York."

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The man had a sullen face, dodging around in the not-so-spacious corridor, every bullet would explode where he had landed a moment ago, with an interval of no more than one second, and at the same time, the opponent's melee attack It will also come soon, he not only has to avoid the bullets/bullets, but also parry all the opponent's attacks, the muscular reaction he has always been proud of is gradually weakened under such intensive offensive, and the lower back just took a hit from the opponent Elbow.

As a close combat master, he has not encountered such a strong opponent for a long time. Such speed and strength have already broken through the limit of female physical strength, even stronger than him, so that their battle, from the very beginning of his Slightly dominant, to evenly matched, and now he can only try his best to parry.

And this young woman, whom he once despised, made a creepy laugh while attacking. The originally sweet and soft voice was raised in tone, with a bit of charm and ruthlessness.

"Why do you hide, don't you like me?"

"Sir, don't you think that the expression before death is the most noble acknowledgment for death, so I give you the right to choose freely."

Seeing that the other party's movements were gradually slowing down, she narrowed her blue eyes, and the smile on the corners of her mouth became even wider. While speeding up her attack, she smiled and said, "Since you don't want to accept it, let me choose one for you." " She saw the timing, grabbed the tie that flew out of the suit jacket with her left hand, threw the gun with her right hand, pulled out a dagger from the void, and stabbed at the back of the opponent's neck with a grin.

At this moment, everything in Rosie's field of vision has turned blood-like red, and the sunlight leaking in from the window further emphasized the brightness and scorching/hotness of this blood color to her, so she couldn't see it either, and the dagger in her hand reflected Her current face, a young and slightly immature face, is full of almost morbid excitement and ecstasy.Extremely twisted.

"go to hell!"

After she yelled this sentence, all the noise in her ears disappeared, and her whole body seemed to be put into a packaging bag with no sound or air, and there was nothing left. However, this feeling was only for a moment, very Quickly, she heard a familiar voice faintly saying: "...There will be many changes in this world, but the only thing that cannot change is your heart. Whether it is Secretary Mathers or the Night Witch, In essence, you will not become the same person as the Green Goblin, this is the difference between you and them..."

The dagger in Rosie's hand had a slight delay.

"...I know what you want to do, go ahead, I believe in you, and you will believe in yourself."

Her pupils contracted slightly, and a ray of sunlight tore through the blood and penetrated into her eyes.

"...you can do it."

"...I love you three thousand times."

The dagger stopped abruptly before piercing the back of the opponent's neck, and the man who sensed something was wrong with Rosie immediately lowered his brows, stretched out his right hand, grabbed her neck, and lifted her up in the air.

The restraint around the neck temporarily stopped Rosie's brain from being in a chaotic state. She clenched her teeth, and the veins on her forehead burst out one by one. She did not let go of the dagger in her hand, but clenched it even tighter. She struggled He searched for air from the bondage, his eyes stared at the opposite side, but his eyes became darker and darker, and he couldn't even see the man's more ferocious eyes.

"You have a good expression now." The man exhaled, "I want to freeze this expression on your face..."

Before he finished speaking, Rosie heard another gunshot/shot, almost at the same time, she felt a few drops of warm liquid splashing on her cheek, and the hand that locked her throat gradually Losing strength, she slipped from his palm.

Rosie was still a little staggered when she landed. She covered her neck with one hand and coughed a few times. When she looked up, she saw a man in a suit with wide eyes and slowly falling down. After the man fell, she saw He saw Harry standing at the door of the operating room, holding a gun in his right hand and still wearing a surgical gown.

Harry was panting, his chest heaving violently. Due to the recoil of the gun/gun, the wound on his chest that had just been sutured opened again, and a gradually expanding blood flower bloomed on the light blue surgical gown. He looked at Rosie, who was full of surprise, hooked one corner of her lips and said, "I saved you again, how can you thank me?"

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"Please go to Dabaojian in the second ring road for a full Thai massage, and see if you can howl a coloratura tenor."

——by Onion Tortured by Thai Massage