[Comprehensive British and American] Don't rush, the angel beast is evolving

Rorschach didn't even know what kind of mood he was in, so he waited until Clark finished the meeting in a strangely stubborn state of mind.

Clark, who managed to get away from Perry's sarcasm and scolding, hurried out of the conference room. He found Rorschach on the chair,? Then he saw the old clothes on Rorschach that he was very familiar with——

His favorite face was wrapped in the clothes he had worn before, revealing a pointed and extremely delicate chin, and a slender wrist that was about to break through the loose sleeves, as if it was the most fragile and fragile wrist in the world. The most valuable item.

Clark's mood seemed to be washed away by the ocean current for a moment, and his entire chest was occupied by the warm southern current.

"Why are you here, Rorschach?"

He stopped in front of Rorschach with loving eyes.

Rorschach raised his head and stared at him blankly.

During that short period of time, Rorschach's mind flashed countless storyboards from the comics he had read. The face of Clark in front of him overlapped with the face of Superman in the comics he had read. What happened to Clark in the comics? Carrying Louise in the air to the Fortress of Solitude, how to rescue the beauty at the right time in one disaster after another, and save Louise's life...

What was he comparing with Louise?

Clark's love for her made him envious and humbled beyond measure.

He would travel across the galaxy to step on a singing rose for her...

He will record all the dna codes for her, just to let her enjoy a day with superhuman strength...

He will choose a meaningful name for their child, using "Jonathan" to record the most important father in his life.

What does he compare with her?

Take his lies,? Take his deceit, take him to look up to Clark all the time, humble to the dust?

Rorschach didn't even dare to look at Clark's blue eyes that fascinated him.He curled up on the back of the chair, grasped the wall of the glass jar with his fingertips so hard that they turned white, and whispered, "Martha asked me to bring you some blueberries..."

He handed the canned blueberries to Clark.

Clark took over a jar full of heavy fresh blueberries, a little dumbfounded: "Is this why you came to find me?"

"……Um."

Rorschach said sadly.

Clark didn't notice his uneasiness, and smiled, "I'll make you blueberry pie tonight, okay? Or blueberry tiramisu—what do you want?"

At the same time as his last letter fell, there was the sound of Louise walking towards him on high heels behind him.

Louise held in her hand the outlines of the first draft of the meeting just now, and approached Clark vigorously: "Clark Kent, you have to talk to me, you 'the United States has decided to strengthen the security supervision of Baghdad. Regulations, is it a weak proof'What does the topic mean—”

Her voice stopped suddenly when she saw Luo Xia, her eyes widened slightly, and she raised her chin in a sudden realization: "Ah, so you are the person this little baby is looking for..."

"What's the matter, Louise? Do you think there is any need to modify this topic?" Clark frowned, covered Rorschach behind his back, turned and said to her.

Rorschach suddenly trembled from head to toe, stood up before Clark finished speaking, and said anxiously: "You go to your work first, Clark, I have to go to work too, I haven't asked for leave today... "

He hurriedly ran away from the range where Clark and Louise were confronting each other, ignoring Clark's suspicious "Rorschach?" behind him, and ran out of the editorial office of "Daily Planet" .

——I don't know why, seeing them together, his subconscious action is to escape.

He didn't want to face the inevitable result... He didn't even dare to take a step to try to change before this kind of doomed destiny that was not restricted by external forces.

...he was afraid of what he would face after failure.

Rorschach went to the Star Lab restlessly.He spent the whole afternoon worrying about gains and losses, and finally received a call from Clark when he was about to get off work.

The chairman of Zhenglian, who had been busy all day, actually asked him if he would go to his place for dinner tonight.

Luo Xia closed his notebook, without even thinking about it, he said, "I'm not coming, I have something to do..."

Like a thief caught in broad daylight, he rejected Clark's invitation in bewilderment.

He didn't know what Clark's passion was now.

Is it a habit that has been formed day and night for a long time?Is it pity, intolerance or sympathy for him?

... Anyway, that can't be love.

He knows it.He has self-knowledge.

He went to Gotham after nightfall.

Although the antidote that Batman injected into his body with a needle had taken effect, he always felt that something was wrong with the suppressor after a miniature, and he wanted to find Batman to solve this problem.

But tonight he seemed to come at an inopportune time.

The bat didn't come out of the hole tonight.

His loyal and dedicated British butler, Alfred, was still holding a bone china teacup in his hand, and while putting down the teacup, said respectfully to him: "...Master Wayne is going to attend a charity performance today, Master Leonard , if you want him, you can go to the Stuttgart Opera House."

Rorschach thanked him, turned and flew towards the Stuttgart Opera House.

He landed at the entrance of the opera house, changed back to his own appearance, mixed with the crowd into the charity performance hall, and looked for Bruce Wayne in the hall full of seats.

...But before finding Gotham City's well-known diamond king, he first keenly captured some abnormal noises coming from the plywood on the opera house floor.

Rorschach sat next to a lady wearing a pink silk suspender dress, raised his head solemnly, and looked towards the top of the hall.

Before the lady noticed, he quietly got up and left.

The sound of the scales of cold-blooded animals rubbing against the pipe wall was amplified countless times in his ears.

He followed the sound, ran out of the opera house along the stairs of the opera house's emergency exit, turned into the alley of Chinatown behind the opera house, and lost the clue of the sound at the entrance and exit of the back kitchen of a certain restaurant.

...Where did you go?

He leaned over and groped the ground with his hands, trying to feel the slight vibrations under the ground with his palms, pressing the uneven asphalt road with his fingertips, his blue eyes were dyed a rose-red light by the light of the neon sign——

Fine stones and dust rolled gently around his palm.

... The light of evolution shone from him.

Eight silver wings pierced the skin on his back, a purple crown covered his face, a beam shield was formed in a short time, and a long golden hair continued to extend until it fell to his heels.

Holding the sword of judgment, the holy angel beast rose from the alley!

He hangs high in mid-air, the eyes under the sun totem wiped his forehead, like an infrared scanner with the highest precision imaging, and among the colorful neon signs, he has located two red figures under the road——

With a loud shout, he flew straight down, and the sword of judgment drew the gate of heaven on the ground, opened Gotham's intricate underground sewer channels, and landed in the wide underground pipes.

The holy and dazzling white light illuminated the two figures.

New York's newest superhero, Spider-Man, in a red and blue tights, is shooting spider webs at high speed, trying to bind the tall and burly crocodile monster in front of him in the webs.

The pure white spider silk flew over the killer's forehead one after another, like countless unfurled fishing nets, wrapping him heavily and imprisoning him——

But the killer crocodile's physical strength after mutation is so strong, it raised its head and roared strangely, the scales of its arms spread out in a short period of time, like the tail feathers of a flock of birds, and it forcibly tore off the spider web, stretching its fingers, and the cold light The sharp claws are about to tear Spider-Man's web!

In a very short time, Spider-Man launched a spider web upwards to avoid the attack of the killer crocodile, while Rorschach raised the sword of judgment high and rushed to the killer's forehead!

The Judgment Sword carried the purest light power in the world and pierced the killer crocodile's chest. The killer crocodile roared in pain, its sharp claws danced forward, and the five claws tore open the holy angel beast's chest.

The holy angel beast immediately slapped the killer crocodile's sharp claws away with one of its wings shining golden light, turned sideways to avoid the bite of the killer crocodile's open snout, and once again exerted force in its hand, the sword of judgment pierced through the back of the killer crocodile!

The killer crocodile let out a roar that pierced the eardrums, the unique golden pupils of reptiles bulged, and its powerful tail shattered the concrete wall of the underground sewage channel, but it had no strength anymore, and launched a resistance under the sanctions of the sword of judgment .

He fell into the sewage with a bang, looking at the angel beast with a pair of vertical pupils unwillingly and resentfully——

Luo Xia came back to his senses, picked up the exhausted young man behind him, and carried him to the ground.He said angrily: "Who sent you to Gotham? This is not the place for you!"

The good New York neighbor who just crawled out from under the claws of the monster was dazed by the strong and powerful arms of the holy angel beast, with a pair of spider eyes that fluctuated from big to small, "Wow! You are, you are an angel beast! Oh my god! , can you sign it for me?"

Rorschach:?

Behind the mask, he looked down at the little boy who avoided him like a snake not long ago, and said rather coldly, "Sorry, I don't want to."

The white spider's eyes shrank suddenly, and the immature voice under the uniform, which did not match the appearance, grabbed his arm nervously: "God, Angel Beast, you are bleeding!"

——As a fan of Angel Beast for many years, the president of the Angel Beast Support Club, Peter Spiderman Parker certainly knows the setting that Angel Beast will not bleed.

Therefore, the blood that was slowly flowing from the chest of the angel beast in front of him undoubtedly made him indescribably horrified.

Rorschach: ...?

He lowered his head following Spider-Man's line of sight in front of him, and saw the torn scar on his right chest, where the bones were deep, and the dark red and black sticky blood was slowly dripping from it.

And as he lowered his head, two cool touches dripped from his nasal cavity.

...He was actually bleeding.

Blood gushed out of his body like an open reservoir, the pure white figure swayed in the night sky, the eight silver wings flapping gradually slowed down, and in the panic of Spider-Man's voice, he felt his vision blur for a while ——

He fell from the sky.

The light of evolution dissipated on him.

The feathers of the wings are like dry and incomplete butterfly wings, scattered one by one, like snowflakes falling in the night sky of Gotham...

He is falling.

In the dark alley, the sound of a monster-like engine roared.

Two beams of dazzling lights pierced through the fog, illuminating the entire alley.

Roaring and howling in the eternal night of Gotham, the Batmobile galloped towards him.

The author has something to say: Three people are not enough in the real Shura field (lighting a cigarette

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感谢在2021-05-05?22:22:54~2021-05-06?22:17:46期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: one bottle of deicide, angelica sunflower;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!