The God Killer in the American Comics World

On Ange's retina light screen, light flickered.

Wonder Woman didn't say anything, but the system thoughtfully marked a profit curve for him. It was very obvious that the later he took action and the worse the villain boss was killed, the lower the profit would be.

This is not because Diana deliberately made things difficult for Ange, but because she traveled across time and space and came to Gotham to find reinforcements. Saving people is like putting out fire. If it's too late, she's afraid there won't be any scum left there.

Ange instinctively felt that the time and space over there was asymmetrical to here. She stayed here for a year and a half, but it was still the same time over there.

It's a pity that he has not made any achievements and does not have the weight to speak.

Ange rushed to the underground gym, leaving his bodyguards outside, and practiced like crazy.

"Bang bang bang!"

The sound of boxing, as dense as rain, echoed in the empty gym.

"Sure enough! Power is addictive!" Ange muttered to himself.

Although his body is full of music every night, it is still young and has not been drained by wine and sex. If I took over a few years later, I would look like a programmer who has been in the industry for eight years.

If Louis and the others were watching at this moment, they would be so surprised that they could put a big apple in their mouths.

quick!

too fast.

The agility of 22 points is more than twice that of ordinary people.

Ange circled the sandbag as lightly as a butterfly wearing flowers, launching intensive and fast attacks. The sound was not like boxing at all, but like firing from an automatic rifle.

His movements were so fast that not only his arms, but also his figure left erratic afterimages.

If it had been before, there would even be a ridiculous situation where his eyes couldn't keep up with his movements.

The enhancement brought to him by Wonder Woman is all-round. The improvement of his perception allowed him to see his previous movements as if in slow motion, but for the fast light and shadow brought by 22 points of agility, it was just right.

No matter how many punches he received, the sandbag that seemed to him to be quite strong actually exploded with a "bang".

Ange walked to the next door, which was a shooting range.

This time, he was not testing guns, and went straight to the compound bow hanging on the wall.

"Thum! Thug! Thumb!"

Within fifty meters, every arrow hits the red heart. The auxiliary aiming function brought to him by the system provides a complete simulated ballistic trajectory according to the different force and aiming conditions of the bow and arrow.

The only problem is that when shooting quickly with a single arrow, the accuracy is relatively guaranteed. When it comes to holding three arrows with four fingers and playing triple shooting, it is really difficult to control.

Every small difference in force, every arrow placement, is slightly different. As soon as the bow string is pulled out, it will miss the target.

"Huh!" Ange exhaled, knowing that this matter could not be rushed.

It seems that triple shooting cannot become an optional skill for him in the short term.

After doing all this, it took him more than an hour, and Ange was hungry.

Asking the servant to prepare a supper, Ange found that his food intake was three times as much as before.

"Sure enough, this is the price."

If you eat more, your physical strength will recover faster than before. He realized: This body was originally a bit useless, and even with the added strength of Wonder Woman, his physical fitness was still his shortcoming.

Of course, he is already slightly better than ordinary people.

Ange's eyes were sharp, he had made a decision - kill! Just tonight!

Crazy?

He himself thought the idea was crazy.

Not to mention the enemy, even he himself couldn't think of it.

Nothing is permanent! Fate will not wait for you to be fully prepared before putting a so-called opportunity with 100% success in front of you.

[Black Mask] sent Black Canary to assassinate Ange. If there were no two or five boys around Ange, Black Mask would probably have to wait until at least tomorrow morning to receive the news of her failure.

This is a perfect time difference.

What's more, in the eyes of outsiders, he was just a turtle who escaped with the help of his bodyguards. He was chased so hard that he had to hide in his own shell. How could he have the strength to fight back?

This natural asymmetry will not improve until external forces enter.

However, Ange needs to buy insurance before taking action.

After a while, he appeared in front of the cell door.

"How is she?"

"Very quiet." Louis replied: "Who would believe that this beautiful girl is a killer if they didn't see it with their own eyes?"

"I'll go in alone."

"Boss!" Louis suddenly raised his voice.

"You can watch through the surveillance camera, but no radio is allowed." Ange took a step back.

"Okay! You have the final say." Louis was helpless.

Opening the 5cm thick stainless steel metal door, Ange saw the Black Canary. For a moment, he suspected that he had seen it wrong and that what he saw was a [Chrysalis].

The beautiful Miss Lance is a bit miserable. Her whole body is tightly tied up in a set of straitjacket used to deal with mentally ill patients. There is no room or leeway for her to use her strength. Only her brilliant blond hair and half of her fair face are exposed. In order to prevent She might release the [ultrasonic attack], but the bodyguards thoughtfully put a gag on her.

Ange had ordered not to mistreat her, but that didn't mean he would give her anything to enjoy.

She looked like a squirming silkworm on a cold, hard wooden bed.

Ange came in and started by saying: "Your mission failed, and you don't want anything to happen to your sister Sarah Lance, right?"

Black Canary's face lost all color in an instant.

Ange didn't know what was going on in this chaotic world. Anyway, the White Canary in history was still an ordinary person today. Ange found it out by just looking it up. Naturally, she was Black Canary Dana's biggest weakness.

Ange's voice is no different from the sound of magic in Black Canary's ears: "Among Black Mask's men, there will always be an assistant called [No. Replacement, as for how to replace it, you should know..."

As the cannon fodder of Black Mask, no less than two [No. 1] were killed in front of Black Canary.

Yiren was bitten to death by several extremely hungry hounds.

The other was towed behind an off-road vehicle running across the wasteland. Dana will always remember how that bright red line of blood stretched across her entire field of vision.

When Ange said this, her whole body was shaking like chaff.

When the time came, Ange reached his hand to the back of Black Canary's head and freed her mouth.

"You, what do you want me to do?"

"Black Mask has a group of men lurking on the sea, right?"

Black Canary nodded shakily.

"And he himself is still in the Black Mask Club?"

She trembled: "If there is no accident, he will stay in his lair when he starts any action. Every window in his office on the second floor can withstand AK rifle fire."

Ange opened a laptop with a smile: "This is the architectural drawing of the Black Mask Bar that I found. Can you see if there are any omissions?"

She answered them one by one.

"Thank you very much for your cooperation, Miss Lance."

"Wait! You...you will let my sister go, right?" Her beautiful eyes were full of pleading.

"Oh? Your request doesn't include yourself?" Ange was curious.

Black Canary pursed her lips: "Not everyone can live as coolly as you. In the slums of Gotham City, it is very difficult just to bear the 'price of living'! I choose to do the dirty work for Black Mask , I am mentally prepared to pay the price for it!”

After saying that, she lowered her head, letting her bright blond hair cover her sad and desperate face.

At this time, Ange gently raised her pointed chin, with a playful look in his eyes: "If I ask you to hold on to hope and survive, will you still give up your life?"

An extremely complex look appeared in Black Canary's eyes, from despair to redemption, from the abyss to heaven. She kept trembling: "I...can I really do this?"

"Very well, now that you have made your choice, please help me act a play." Ange's smile became more and more mysterious.

Wonder Woman's mission has clear requirements for good and evil values. Black Canary's nature is not bad as in 'History', so there is no need for Ange to kill her.

Two minutes later, Louis and the others saluted together and watched Ange carry the cocoon to his room like a sack.

Unknowingly, Ange opened a secret escape passage in the room.

Miss Lance the Chrysalis was stunned: "You...you will kill Black Mask, right?"

Ange smiled: "I am a good law-abiding citizen with no power to restrain myself. What does the clown gang killing Black Mask have to do with me?"