Chapter 312: The Filthy Winged One

South Australia.

Moore CBD.

In a tall and beautiful office building, a CEO who had just finished a meeting returned to his office tiredly, locked the door, and then opened the bathroom inside, which actually contained a bathtub filled with water.

The CEO took off his decent clothes and soaked comfortably in the bathtub. He then casually opened a bottle of drinking water that had been prepared at the side and gulped it down in a few seconds, revealing a refreshed expression.

Click.

The sound of the door turning made him frown.

I have locked the door myself, who would be bold enough to try to open it?
Sensing something was wrong, he was about to come out and put on his clothes.

But the next second, the bathroom door was opened.

What came into view was an Asian woman, dressed casually. The only thing that caught people's attention was probably the series of knives she was carrying.

The woman's eyes swept over him, glanced at the bathtub, and without saying a word, a dagger appeared in her hand in the blink of an eye.

"you--"

The man only had time to let out a terrified cry before his eyes blurred and he felt a long leg step on his chest and pressed against the wall. A dagger was pressed against his throat, causing a slight itchy pain. A few drops of blood flowed down the blade and slowly dripped onto the ground.

"I say, can you do it?" the woman said lightly.

"Yes." The man had no room to resist, even though he was much stronger than an ordinary person.

The woman loosened her foot, put down the knife, and walked out of the bathroom, seemingly not worried at all about what he might do.

The man was also aware of the other party's strength. Although his eyes flickered, he had no intention of making any unusual moves for the time being.

"I know that your company has been collecting information about supernatural beings from all over the place. Don't rush to deny it. I only ask you to use your authority to access the database and help me find the latest news about supernatural beings. As for your secrets, I'm not interested." The woman leaned against the wall behind the computer, staring at him emotionlessly.

The man had already put on his clothes and walked out. When he heard the woman's words, he subconsciously touched his ears.

I just mobilized all my strength and the murloc characteristics automatically emerged. They should have faded away now.

And judging from this woman's nonchalant attitude, she must know some information about the fishmen.

There is a high probability that he is a lone extraordinary person.

After figuring out these points, the man obediently lowered his posture, sat down silently at the computer desk, and began to call up the database.

"Keywords: [Shirai Kyoko], [Black Light Angel], [Black Angel], [Fallen Angel], [Night Messenger], if you have integrated character files, just open the files directly."

"I see. Anko Shirai has a file here."

The man opened Shirai Anko's file and several photos appeared.

From ordinary public photos to photos taken secretly in the Osaka Flower of Evil, to blurred photos of her becoming a black angel and eradicating a large number of families, these basically cover the key nodes when Shirai Anko embarked on the journey to transcendence.

After retrieving the information, the man raised his hands and slowly gave up his seat.

He probably knew who this woman was.

One of the three great special events, Yumi Takashima.

Her fiancé died in a battle to stop Shirai Kyoko. It is said that after that, Takashima quit the Special Affairs Bureau and searched for Shirai Kyoko all over the world. Over the past few years, the two sides have had several conflicts in Japan and Africa that were exposed to the public. The hatred is deep.

No wonder the other party only wanted this information. The man breathed a sigh of relief. If this was all the other party wanted to know, he would not risk his life to resist, unless the other party felt righteous and wanted to kill him. In this case, he had just left behind some information. Bishop Kai would know all this, and he would have died a worthy death.

Yumi Takashima didn't read the message directly, but took a photo of it.

"You can pretend I was never here, or you can seek revenge on me. You are welcome anytime."

Yumi Takashima ignored the other party's identity as a fishman, put away the knife, and walked out of the office.

The man finally relaxed completely, leaning against the wall and slowly sitting down.

Takashima walked out of the office building like an ordinary passerby, opened his mobile phone and looked at the message he had just taken.

【.After a battle on the east coast of Africa, it completely disappeared.】

【Updated three days ago: A week ago, a transcendent who called himself the Filthy Wing appeared in Sydney. After confirmation, he was suspected to have the ability of a weakened version of the Black Angel. It is suspected that he is related to the Black Angel. Perhaps the Black Angel's ability has changed and can be given to others. Temporarily included in the observation target, not allowed to take the initiative to attack. 】

The Winged One.
The intelligence also included a photo, from which one could roughly see that the man was a young white man with an obscured face and naked upper body. In the darkness, under the light of street lamps, he seemed to have a pair of messy and sparse wings behind him.

The posture is that of kneeling on the chest of a black man, and you can see that the black man is still holding a pistol weakly in his hand.

There were some banknotes scattered on the street.

Want to be a superhero?

Based on his appearance, Takashima originally thought that he was most likely related to Shirai, but his petty behavior made her suspicious again.

If it were Shirai, he would probably just play a game of elimination among the families with the most scandals in the city, and then eradicate the gangs, instead of targeting these petty gangs at the bottom.

Of course, it could also be that this guy is not capable enough and can only do these.

"Sidney?"

She came back from the Northern Territory some time ago, where she investigated and discovered the power of the fishmen. However, most of them posed no threat to her. She did not find any trace of Shirai there, so she came to Mooreben. It happened that a fight had started in Tokyo, and she was a little uneasy, so she waited for the result for a few days.

But since she had always been in single-line contact with Noguchi, it was only yesterday that she managed to resume communication with Noguchi.

Only after knowing that Jinhu Ning was fine did she breathe a sigh of relief and continue to follow the clues to track down Shirai.

【Butterfly traces】

Avoid dangerous choices and predict your opponent's trajectory.

【Hide your weapon】

Bind up to three objects as your natal instruments. The objects will be strengthened over time according to their own properties. There will be a corresponding weak period after being untied. If the natal instrument is destroyed, the main body will also suffer serious damage.

Takashima's ability mainly relies on hiding his weapons on his body.

She had already bound three natal weapons, one of which was a recast [Pure] sword, which she gave to Jinhu Ning.

This sword has never been used since it was bound. Once it is used, the first strike will definitely cause a stir. If Jinhu Ning had used the sword against the Tojo devil at that time, he would have been killed, but he would have been seriously injured for sure.

The second item was an antique heart mirror, which could protect her and hide her slightly, and also grant her the ability to fly. The third item was a stolen samurai sword. As Wen Yang continued to strengthen her own strength, she would not be too weak even if she faced Shirai Kyoko.

This ability brings more than just that. The bound items can be hidden directly in the body, and even unbound items will slowly gain some special features as the carrying time increases.

Because of this characteristic, she is armed almost to the teeth.

With one attack and one defense, plus the prediction of [Butterfly Trace], she is like a walking arsenal. Most of the extraordinary people are no match for her. However, her target has always been Shirai. As for other extraordinary people, as long as they don't provoke her, she is too lazy to take any action.

Regardless of whether the information about the Filthy Winged One is true or false, she currently has no better clues, so it is worth taking a trip.

Anyway, over the years, she has been dealing with a lot of true and false clues.

After glancing at the locations of several sighting reports of this Filthy-Winged Being, Takashima headed towards the airport. If he was late, something might happen, as he believed that many people would be interested in this extraordinary person who suddenly appeared.

Black wings.

Compared to the name "Filthy Winged One", local forces prefer to call that elusive guy this.

In just a few days, he disrupted the "thriving" underground market in Xini. Both the black and white worlds wanted to suppress the matter to avoid affecting the capital that was transferred there in search of safety.

But the harder they tried to deal with this man, the more they felt the powerlessness of ordinary people.

Even though this extraordinary person is not even one-tenth as powerful as the demon that happened in Tokyo not long ago, and is even afraid of heavy firepower, the city plus the darkness is a dark jungle of steel and concrete, and he shuttles through it as nimbly as a bat. Every time their people arrive at the scene, they can only clean up the aftermath of those bloody accomplices.

Unless we find out the identity of this person, our strength will be in vain.

It's not that they don't want to negotiate, but the other party simply doesn't give them a chance to negotiate. They just want to crack down on the underworld forces step by step, forcing the underworld in Xini City to spontaneously unite, and some even have official acquiescence and support.

"He ate the bait we sent out, but he still looked dead and didn't want to say a word. He didn't even want to accept $500 million, which means he is the kind of extraordinary person who is not controlled by money, or he is just a pawn of some extraordinary forces and is not after money. But we can't just sit there and wait for death. I don't think anyone wants to lose everything they have, right?"

"Good wine, beautiful women, and American dollars!"

"Anyone who wants to deprive us of our existence, regardless of whether they are extraordinary or not, can only be an enemy. Even if I die, I will die with the money in my arms!"

"Besides, this extraordinary person doesn't seem to be unsolvable. We have already locked down his neighborhood. I plan to enter this neighborhood during the day to create chaos and force him out. It's better than waiting to die like this."

"Everyone, do you have any objections?"

The gang leader who organized this meeting glanced at everyone.

"What about the official side?"

"Humph, they agreed. As long as we control the situation within that one block and don't harm the lives of ordinary people, they will help us suppress it. Recently, several financial groups have come to investigate investment. Compared with gangsters like us, they are more afraid of the extraordinary people who are out of control and do whatever they want."

"Okay! Let's do this to him!"

"Take all the treasures from the bottom of your box with you. Don't be stingy with your money. If you don't spend it now, others will spend it for you after you die."

Everyone was excited and the atmosphere gradually became lively.

"I-I have a question."

In the crowd, a gang member who was barely qualified to participate in this negotiation weakly raised his hand.

"Speak, we are all one family, just tell me if you have any suggestions." A boss saw that it was his most recent capable subordinate, and pulled him over to introduce him to others, "Oakley, you have been doing great recently. I encountered Black Wing once before, and he risked his life to save me!"

When everyone heard that it was a guy who had encountered Black Wings and survived, they all put away the contempt in their eyes and prepared to listen carefully to the other party's advice.

"That is to say, what if the Filthy Winged One is among us?" Oakley said, looking around with a vigilant look.

Everyone was stunned. It seemed that they had never considered this possibility. After all, Black Wing had always looked like he was incompatible with evil and was completely unwilling to communicate. So how could he join a gang?

"Don't worry, those who came here today are all trustworthy brothers. I'll guarantee it!" The gang leader who organized this exchange meeting tonight slammed the table and shouted.

"We trust Brother Shark's vision!"

"That's right, is this guy scared out of his wits?"

"Haha, Black Wing is such a huge joke among us!"

The scene became noisy. The boss was quite satisfied with the timely response from others, but there was something wrong with the look he gave Oakley.

Everyone knows that he was the one who organized today's discussion, but now he is saying something like this without any evidence. Isn't this a slap in his face?

It was obvious that arguing with such a small fry would not highlight his status, so he had to set his sights on Oakley's boss.

Although the man was a bit stupid, he quickly came to his senses and slapped Oakley on the head, cursing: "Don't say such things without evidence, do you know the rules? Sorry, brother Shark, this kid is a bit stupid on weekdays, it's definitely not intentional, how about we take the lead next as an apology?"

After hearing this, the Shark Gang leader was already satisfied. All that was left was to wait for Oakley to apologize, and then he would forgive him out of fear of the villain's fault.

The script has been written, and unless there are any unexpected events, things will develop in this direction.

Oakley rubbed the back of his head and smiled honestly, "I'm really sorry for what happened just now, Brother Shark."

"You guys are so stupid that I'm reluctant to kill you all at once."

"But who told you to be so unruly?"

When Oakley raised his eyes, it was already pitch black. He was looking at the Shark Gang boss, and it seemed as if he saw a sea of ​​blood rushing towards him. The guilt of those he had killed, which he had usually suppressed completely, was released along with the blood and instantly occupied his brain.

His ears were ringing.

I just heard a bunch of random noises coming in, like something was going to explode, and I couldn't make out anything.

He didn't know how much time had passed before he gradually became aware of the bloody sight and the difficult and choking breathing.

The bar that was specially set up for negotiation was now littered with broken limbs.

The slippery blood soaked the ground, and several segmented corpses stretched out their hands and tightly grasped Brother Sharko's ankles, staring at him with wide eyes.

Oakley also happened to deal with his boss who kept begging for mercy. He picked up his head and threw it aside.

The smell of urine and blood mixed together to form a unique and strange odor, but Oakley must have smelled it so many times that he had become immune to it.

At this time, the clothes on his upper body had disappeared, and behind him was a pair of strangely asymmetrical black, hairless fleshy wings.

It's ugly, but no matter how ugly it is, it now represents the arrival of the god of death.

Sharko grumbled in his throat, unable to utter a single word.

(End of this chapter)