After buying the earth [Comprehensive British and American]

Hilda lived a life of day and night.Originally, I just wanted to simply keep my promise and find out the mice hidden in the shadows—if there were any.It turned out to be an accidental business, which led to fights every night. ... This kind of life really wears down people's spirit.

Although she also sang "Life Upside Down", God knows, she sometimes wants to turn everything upside down.

Hilda decided to rest for two days.

After a long night's sleep, she finally walked out of the room the next afternoon.

Alice was standing outside the door, saying goodbye to the boy Hilda had seen before.The blue-eyed boy who lived upstairs said something impatiently, and quickly went downstairs with a bag of bread in his hand.

"Hilda." Alice greeted her.

Hilda: "You know him? The one upstairs... Todd?"

"His name is Jason Todd." Alice was carrying a bag, looking very cute, "Her mother knows Martina."

Hilda: "...Martina knows so many people."

"Yes," said Alice, smiling. "She knows a lot of . . . interesting people. Are you going out, Hilda."

"Well," she nodded, casting a casual glance at Alice, "maybe you want to come with me?"

Alice shook her head: "No, I want to stay at home." She lowered her head, her face hidden in the darkness, "Then, I wish you a good time."

Is it an illusion?Hilda thought to herself, always felt that that sentence seemed to imply something, especially when it came to Alice's own ability... Forget it.

She zoomed in on the map guide on her phone and wandered all the way to Crime Alley not far from here.Crime Alley was originally called Park Street, and it was considered a fairly good place in Gotham City. However, the well-known accidental murder many years ago became a turning point for everything.Now, it's one of the most criminally infested areas on the East Side.

like now-

"Outsider?" The man raised his gun and grinned, "Hand over the money."

"Your mother." Hilda said indifferently, raised her hand and twisted his wrist, shifted the direction of the gun, raised her leg——

"Ow!!!! Fuck! Smelly! You're dead—ah! Stop kicking! Stop hitting! Help—"

A few minutes later, Hilda came out of the block with a pocket full of bills.Maybe Batman will think of her as "hard to move", but whatever, she's not a moral hero in the first place.

She wandered around Crime Alley for a long time, then went to the north of Crime Alley, strolled around the Bowery Street where Martina once lived, and then took a car to the southwest side of Apollo Park, which is adjacent to the Gotham River in the west. There is a long embankment walkway on the river bank, but it seems to be neglected and dilapidated.Hilda walked along the river, found a flat place, sat down, and watched the planes coming and going over the international airport on the other side of the river, covered with brilliant afterglow by the afterglow of the setting sun.

When a man with pale face and wet hair came out of the river, Hilda was sitting on some yellow grass, holding her face up and watching the sunset in the distance, while chewing the gum in her mouth, thinking about life and ideals in vain .Green banknotes, beautiful music, and layers of fragments emerging from the fragmented memories of the past, jumped out of her mind one after another, showing her infinite charm, so that she could only slightly distinguish With some energy, stare at the man who suddenly poked his head out of the water.

The moment the other party saw Hilda, his pupils constricted, but the next second he showed a smiling face—an extremely false smile: "...Hi, hello, friend, can you please give me a hand?" Maybe it was because The river was cold enough at this time, and when he spoke, his teeth were chattering, and a lock of hair stuck to that bleak face, making him look very pitiful.

Hilda smiled, and the afterglow of the setting sun fell on her face, making this face look a lot gentler: "Give you a hand? Will you drag me into the water and give me a knife? Thank you, but no need."

The man raised his eyebrows, as if in shock: "What are you talking about, how could I..."

"Your hunter is coming soon." Hilda didn't look at him anymore: she was still thinking about money, "And I'm busy now, I suggest you run away as soon as possible."

In fact, it was too late.A black car stopped not far away, the black muzzle of the gun was aimed at this side, and the man plunged into the water, so the bullets just crossed the water in vain.Hilda watched this scene without any concern, until several cursing men closed the car doors, the leader wearing a strange black mask, wearing a suit, walked towards here, and fired at Hilda at the same time. gun.

She turned her head, avoiding the bullet.

A surge of anger welled up in her heart, she sneered, and looked at the shooter: "Are you fucking blind? F*ck, you shot at me while I was in the river? How dare you play with guns? You can’t even squirt a water gun, can you?”

The other party was stunned for a second, and then reacted, cursing obscenities and firing several shots at Hilda.Hilda didn't have time to dodge, the bullet hit her chest, and there was a sound of metal impact, and all the bullets fell to the ground.

Hilda: "..."

Black Mask who shot: "..." Grass!Mutant.

Hilda stood up, picked up a stone from the ground with a sneer.

The black mask had already realized that something was wrong, and subconsciously wanted to pull the little brother beside him to block the attack: "You're fucking—uh!" He was hit on the head by the stone, his head buzzed, and he fell down.

The few remaining people: "!"

The man in the water: "!"

It was obviously a life-and-death contest, but at this moment it turned into a comedy scene inexplicably.The bullets were useless, and they were only a few steps away from the opponent—the men saw that the situation was wrong, picked up the boss, turned around and ran, and were kicked to the ground by the ruthless Hilda in the next second, and they were beaten violently.

To be honest, Hilda has no preference for guns. Sometimes, she even feels that the process of bullets taking life away is too light to match the heaviness of life itself.

She has a set of violent aesthetics arranged in sequence: first is melee combat, listening to the shattering of bones, the splashing of blood, feeling the collision of strength and force; second is the blade, seeing the coldest metal and hot blood soaking each other, suppressing the negligence of the soul The last choice is guns, which harvest lives in large quantities and efficiently like this industrial age, and even death has the smell of mechanization.

I'm really a person who respects life.Hilda evaluated herself, and then slammed the man's head on the stone.

Gangsters: ...fuck, why?

Finally, she was the only one standing there. With a sneer, Hilda collected all the cash and weapons from the gang, collected the money, threw the weapons aside, and piled them together.

The man in the water took the opportunity to climb ashore. He was wearing a high-tailored suit. Because he fell into the water unfortunately, the suit clinged to his short and fat body in a funny way.From the beginning to the end, his cunning eyes were circling on Hilda, like a jackal, guarding against the enemy while greedily waiting for the opportunity to swallow the enemy.

"It seems that you are a mutant." He showed a sincere smile, but this smile always seemed false when paired with his ambitious eyes and hooked nose brewing conspiracy, he twisted Twisting the wet sleeves, "Look, Miss, it's just a blessing of fate. I happened to meet you when I was most unlucky."

Hilda raised her eyebrows. She looked at him, thinking that this person looked very interesting.

"Fate even made us have a common enemy." He said this, looking at the black mask who fainted aside—this irritable damn man, the chief culprit who caused him to fall into such a miserable situation, he wished he could take it away now He fired a few shots at him from the gun on the ground, "Right in front of your eyes, this man is the cancer of Gotham City, a notorious gang leader, black mask. Every citizen of good character hates what this man does What I did and was threatened by the other party—for example, what happened to me at this moment... Ah, please forgive my rudeness," he said pretendingly, "My Oswald Copperpot is just a Gotham City Just ordinary taxpaying citizens."

He smiled politely, as if touching some wound, he couldn't help twisting for a second: "My dear lady, if you are willing to give him to me..."

The black mask lying on the ground moved his fingers.

"Whatever," Hilda said indifferently, "I'm not interested in these things."

The short and fat man's eyes suddenly burst into a cruel light: "Ah, that's really great——"

He tentatively walked over, bent down under Hilda's gaze, and the moment his fingers were about to touch the weapon, the black mask lying on the ground suddenly got up and rushed towards each other, and the two wrestled instantly. Rolled into a ball on the ground.

Hilda: "..."

She yawned and touched her full pockets, wondering if she should keep reading or turn around and leave the place.

The man named Black Mask is obviously more proficient in fighting skills. Compared with the short and fat man, his movements are much clumsy, but he can always take out some small gadgets to assist in attacking Black Mask—thus, the two of them actually formed A close stalemate.

Beads of sweat dripped from Copperpot's face, and he yelled for help to Hilda who was standing aside: "I ask for your help, my dear lady... as long as you are willing...!" He was shot He hit his head and let out a muffled grunt.

The black mask glanced at Hilda apprehensively: "...I am willing to..."

He gets shot in the eye by Penguin.

The two fought fiercely again.

Hilda glanced at it, then sat down again, watching the turbulent Gotham River, wondering what to think.

At some point, a shadow darker than Gotham's river appeared here.

The two men on the ground seemed to be equipped with radar, and shouted at the same time: "...Batman!"

The drugged bat dang hit both of them, and they passed out at the same time.

Hilda turned her head, stared at it for a while inexplicably, and then looked up at the dark figure: "...were they afraid just now, or were they surprised?"

Batman: "..."

He didn't want to answer the question: "You should go back."

"Yes," said Hilda, picking up a stone and throwing it into the river. "I'll be going later."

She was in a daze for a while, not knowing that she had made a mistake, and suddenly called out to Batman who was dealing with this group of criminals: "...is it a hobby for you to be a vigilante?"

Batman: "...what?" He frowned, almost thinking he had heard it wrong.

"I just want to ask others how to balance the relationship between hobbies and money..." Hilda said out the confusion that haunted her, and then waved her hand, "...Oh, forget it, I want to know, you are at night Vigilante, day job... wait," she looked at Batman in shock, "are you a master of time management? It's not cheap to look at your gear—or do you have some charity behind you? "

Batman paused: "...This has nothing to do with you."

Hilda spread her hands: "Don't get me wrong, I'm not trying to find out your true identity, I just want to lament that it's not easy to make money these days."

Batman glanced at the empty wallet all over the floor, and then at her bulging pocket: "Really?"

She stood up and patted the grass clippings and dust on her clothes: "Since ancient times, money and hobbies can't be combined. Look at your job, you work hard, and you don't have any money. It's all for love. If you don't work hard during the day , isn’t it a living tragic hero... No way? It’s not really a tragic hero, is it?” Hilda showed sympathy when she said this, and even sympathized so much that she planned to go over to help Bat and tie up the criminals one by one—of course got rejected.

His lonely and stubborn back seems to be the best portrayal of a tragic hero. Hilda looked at it, and even had the idea of ​​donating the money to Batman—fortunately, she stopped in time. thought.

"I don't know why," said Hilda suddenly, "but I suddenly feel that I want to be your friend."

Batman couldn't help but look sideways: "..." Is Hilda Walker's brain circuit abnormal?

Hilda sighed: "But that's unrealistic, because the person I like doesn't like you very much... Ah, speaking of this..."

Batman wasn't interested, so he turned around and started tying Black Mask and Penguin separately.

"Didn't you warn last time that you would keep staring at me? Then you should know it too—I'm in love."