In the middle of the night, the city is not quiet. The sound of cars braking suddenly, the sound of gunfire, and the huge sound of explosions can be heard everywhere.
The smarter people had already fled the city during the day, but those who are still in the city can only huddle in their homes and shiver, hoping that bad luck will not befall them.
In fact, it is unnecessary to worry. This is the United States, not Japan. There is no plan for genocide. People just need to stay at home and the flames of war will not burn them.
At least it won't burn under normal circumstances. If it really does burn, there's no point worrying.
The battle between servants is a real battle of super powers. Although the advanced androids are not considered to be powerful, they still depend on who they are competing with.
Not to mention their master Deathstroke, they may not be as good as Deadpool in many aspects, but when compared to ordinary people, their abilities are simply like miracles.
Especially in the original earth, a world where there are no other superpowers except Superboy Supreme.
After receiving the order to capture and fight, the intensity of the holy vat war suddenly increased by several levels. Now you can always see all kinds of gorgeous lights and shadows lighting up the night sky, or something being blown away.
Their superpowers may not be strong, but the adjutant has already made arrangements, that is, these abilities are fully utilized in terms of sound and light, which makes them look majestic.
For example, there is a move that once used, countless angel images will appear in the sky, as if the wrath of heaven will descend on the world in the next second.
But the maximum power of this move is to blow up a few buildings at most. When it reaches the top, it feels like thunder is loud but raindrops are small.
Otherwise, why would it be classified into the "To tease you" plan? It's not really about destroying the world.
In short, as long as people look at it from a distance, it is unparalleled in power. They have never seen super powers, so they can just watch the fun.
Anyway, Su Ming felt that if he had seen someone in his previous life who raised his hand on the road and caused a sky full of gods and Buddhas to blow up several buildings, then he must have thought that person was pretty cool.
In short, the general arrangement is like this, let the servants and masters fight each other. If it really affects ordinary people, just think that they are unlucky.
After all, we need to let people in this world feel fear and let them know that living in a world with superpowers is really impossible without someone to protect them.
For example, in New York now, on the rooftop of the World Trade Center.
As a twin-tower-shaped building, it looks like two raised fingers. At this time, there are people standing on the two rooftops about a hundred meters apart. A total of four people are divided into two groups and are engaged in armed confrontation.
Of course, this is the combination of two pairs of masters and servants, but the strong wind in the sky tonight made both masters unable to speak, and the servants could only express themselves freely.
"You came."
One of the followers said this, his voice full of authority, like someone who has been in a high position all year round.
"I am coming."
The voice of another servant was younger and more energetic. In the howling wind, it seemed like a sword cut off the end of the sentence.
"You're here after all."
The older man turned slightly sideways and looked at the city below. What he could see was fire everywhere and endless chaos.
"I'm here after all."
The young people made the same movements. They looked in the same direction, but no one knew whether they were looking at the same scenery. Maybe they had different thoughts in their hearts and saw different things.
"You shouldn't have come." The strong middle-aged man withdrew his gaze. He ignored the Master beside him and focused on his opponent.
"But I'm already here." The thin young man responded with a chuckle, and his eyes looked at the other person under the night.
After such nonsense, both parties were quiet for a moment, as if they were feeling each other's aura and beliefs, and as if they were considering how to bridge the 100-meter distance between the two buildings.
So they didn't speak. After falling into a strange atmosphere, their master didn't know what to say.
Originally, everyone was happily robbing, but when their followers walked nearby, they insisted that they sensed the aura of a strong man and had to fight to gain further superpowers.
It is also said that servants are such things, and only by killing other masters or servants can one obtain a greater proportion of power distribution from the holy vat.
In the Holy Jar War, the master who wins in the end will get a chance to fulfill his wish, and the servant who survives in the end will also get some benefits.
Servants are said to be the dead in the past, dead heroes or strong men. They rely on their Master as the coordinate in reality. Both parties are mutually beneficial. This is the basis for the establishment of the Holy Jar War.
Anyway, that’s it. The adjutant is too lazy to make up more stuff, so he can just make it up. After all, it’s just ‘to tease you’.
At this time, a helicopter flew in from nowhere. Judging from the painting, it should belong to the TV station. After all, the adjutant had specifically warned not to damage the power supply, Internet, media and other industries, so now the reporters are gradually getting bolder.
Even a few dared to get closer and observe.
You can see the anchor and photographer in the helicopter, taking pictures of the four people on the tall building. The searchlights hanging under the cabin also shine on them respectively.
The masters seemed to feel a little embarrassed, and even knew how to cover their faces with handkerchiefs or wear sunglasses, but the servants had no such worries at all, and they showed off their grace in the wind.
The lights illuminated their figures, and their images were sent to thousands of households through live television signals.
The man whose voice sounded older was a fat and bloated white man. He was almost neckless, his face was covered with acne, and there was no hair on the top of his head, but there were golden hairs around it. It looked like
Classic missionary hairstyle.
The man with the young voice looks like a white poisonous insect. He is so skinny that he can be blown away by a gust of wind. His eyes are very far apart and his face is flat. There is also a plaster on his forehead.
Indescribably funny.
Although they all looked a bit disappointing, they were very powerful. The fat man shook his head and shouted:
"Looks like we're about to have a showdown."
"That's right, the winner is the king and the loser is the bandit."
The thin man answered loudly, his fingers moving rapidly.
"Then, show off your weapon." The fat man was not polite. He pulled out his weapon from behind, showed it in front of the enemy, lowered his head and caressed it: "This is my weapon. This gun is an AK-47.
The total length is 870 mm and the net weight is 4.79 kg.”
The thin man on the tall building opposite also took out his weapon from behind, held it up elegantly and showed it to the enemy:
"My gun is an M4A1. It is extremely accurate. The gun is 757 mm long and has a net weight of 3.76 kg."
The two sides didn't even exchange names, but they seemed to know each other. After introducing the weapons they used, the next second they started running and firing fiercely at each other, bullets flying everywhere.
The two Masters were running around, looking for things like air conditioners on the rooftop as cover. They couldn't understand the fighting atmosphere, but inexplicably they felt as if they had become a lot taller.