On the top of a building that has just been completed and the scaffolding and protective nets have not yet been removed, under the setting sun, "Van Helsing" and the "Silver Fox" who have not been seen for a long time stand opposite each other.
The former is wearing a brown suit and a black trench coat, with an expressionless face and a stern expression, while the latter is dressed as a working woman in pure white, with gold-rimmed glasses on her face and a sly smile.
There seemed to be an invisible boundary between the two, making both parties reluctant to approach easily and chose to maintain a relatively safe distance for dialogue.
Judging from the "claws" and "bullet casings" scattered between the two people, the exchange between the two was obviously not very pleasant.
"...After all, it's just a 'Wolverine who cannot awaken without outside help.'" "Silver Fox" put down the huge gun in his hand and completed what he had just said in half.
"It's better than 'Tamazo Mae' who will definitely be killed." "Van Helsing" responded.
"Someone acted recklessly and caused his wife and daughter to suffer. I won't say who it is." Tamamo Mae snorted coldly.
"There are people who are sneaky and still dare not appear in the spotlight. I don't want to be associated with them." Wolverine retorted.
"I will raise your wife and daughter, you monster monk."
"Take care of your family, King Zhou, fox."
"Don't do anything unnecessary! Grigory Rasp is shocked!"
"The 'beast' here has nothing to do with you! Goyanskaya!"
"..."
"..."
The two had a heated exchange of words and sentence patterns that outsiders could not understand, and finally fell silent in unison.
"Haha..." "Silver Fox" took out a fan and covered his mouth: "Are we competing to see who can call out the other person's real name first?"
"Relatively speaking, you are in bigger trouble. In any case, I am taking the formal route." "Van Helsing" held up his hat.
"Can you stimulate other people's 'pleasure' through formal means?" "Silver Fox" narrowed his eyes: "You are not qualified to recruit 'followers' for 'her'."
"Are you qualified to 'devour' a 'concept' that only has the same name? Erica originally couldn't control 'Black Sky' so easily." "Van Helsing" looked at her sideways.
"Very good, it seems that we have reached a consensus - big brother, don't laugh at the second brother, and crows, don't laugh at pig black." "Silver Fox" waved his fan and put it down: "Before this 'micro-singularity' is eliminated, who can
You are not allowed to go any further—"
"——If what you have done is discovered and liquidated, you will consider yourself unlucky." "Van Helsing" added.
"make a deal."
At this time, the sun completely dived into the horizon, and the last ray of light ebbed from the roof of the building. The sky above the rooftop of the building was empty, and there was not a single person.
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Tokyo, underground network.
A city with complete facilities often has various pipelines crisscrossing the underground, such as water, gas, electricity, etc. It also has supporting sewers for sewage discharge and maintenance channels for electrical maintenance.
In one of the relatively clean sewers, a weirdo wearing a tattered, dark red, no longer tight tights was wandering staggeringly and muttering to himself:
"I can't tell, I really can't tell--"
Judging from the appearance, most of the tatters on his clothes were torn by himself. Later, he tried to patch up the blue patches, but failed because of poor workmanship.
The most eye-catching thing is the mask on his head. A blue target was drawn on his forehead with an oil-based pen, and then for some reason it was crossed out with a horizontal bar.
"I'm not Daredevil? I'm Bullseye? Then who is Bullseye that I've been chasing? No, I am Daredevil. You are lying to me. This is a trap for 'superheroes'. I won't believe it.
…”
After initially convincing himself, and after walking unsteadily for a while, he began to mutter again:
"Wait...who am I? Am I Daredevil? I am, am, am I?"
If no one gives him an answer he can accept, he may just keep wandering like this.
Boom! Boom!
Until the sound of an explosion drew his attention.
"Hahaha, stupid monster, try my 'frozen cake'! 'flame cake'! And 'butter cake' - oh, sorry, I got the wrong one, this is 'exploding cake' hahaha"
Explosions and strange noises coming from the fork in front attracted the attention of the confused man in red. He murmured "Who am I" and swayed in the direction of the sound.
After turning a few corners, he saw the maker of the sound, a thin man wearing a bright purple suit. The man was sitting on an iron bridge, surrounded by a small pile of discarded materials.
Fortress, and he himself, was shouting "little cakes" while throwing firecrackers into the sewage pool in front. With the sound of explosions, streams of sewage splashed everywhere, causing the man to cheer continuously.
"Who am I?" The man in red had no reaction at all to that strange scene, and just asked him in a dull tone.
"You are a clown" the other party replied without looking back.
"No, no, I am - Daredevil!" He suddenly raised his voice.
"What? Did someone rule that Daredevil can't be the Joker?"
"..." The man in red was confused: "It seems, no."
"Then you are the clown." The other party continued.
"Oh...I'm the Joker...so who are you?"
"What a coincidence." The other party leaned back and twisted his neck at a weird angle: "I'm a clown too."
The face of the man in the purple suit was completely painted white, and his nose and mouth were painted red. Combined with his exaggerated smile that almost reached the ears, it was enough to scare anyone who saw him for the first time - the man in red was no exception.
He subconsciously stepped back, then his feet slipped and he sat back on the ground.
However, a fall of this magnitude would not hurt an adult. When he tried to get up with his hands on the ground, he was shocked by the sight in front of him.
The sewer tunnel and the sewage on the roadside have disappeared, replaced by a blood-red sky and a huge black tree in the distance. Its roots continue to extend in all directions, and one of them happened to spread in front of the purple-clothed weirdo.
, and then blocked by that ridiculous "waste fortress".
"Hey, come on, friend,"
The man, still wearing the purple suit and clown mask, who had not changed at all, walked up to him, squatted down, and stretched out his hand:
"Let us burn that pillar into ashes together."
……Pillar?
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Directly above Tokyo city.
In a space rift that no surveillance equipment could detect, a green figure was standing in the air, staring thoughtfully at Tokyo Tower.