Chapter 313 83: Fishing

Oakley lit a cigarette, not afraid of leaving traces, stepped on the messy bloodstains, dragged the Shark Gang leader's ankle, and walked towards the second floor step by step. He also grabbed a thick rope from somewhere and hung it around his neck.

Behind him was a bloody scene like a slaughterhouse. The mainstream forces of the Xini underground gang were wiped out in just a few minutes.

The convenience of firearms could not be fully utilized in such a narrow environment. In addition, since these people came to the meeting, the firearms were mainly placed in the cars outside. There were only a few small pistols, which were no different from water guns when facing Oakley who was tearing a human body apart with his bare hands.

His ability is not as good as Shirai Anko's ability to turn day into night, but he can still isolate sounds in a small area, making the minions smoking and guarding the door completely unaware that their boss has disappeared.

The reason why he kept the leader of the Shark Gang was because he heard that he liked to tie up people who offended him to the yacht, then cut a wound on them and slowly fish them out in the sea to attract sharks.

"It's not true. I only did it once. I just threw the person into the sea. I don't know if he was fed to the sharks or not. If you want to get involved in gangs, you must have a scary name. I made it all up." The boss wailed and begged for mercy.

"It's okay. I heard sharks don't like to eat human flesh. I'm curious."

Oakley comforted the Shark Gang leader like he was comforting a child.

He went to the second floor, found a window, grabbed someone, and Oakley jumped up and flew towards the night coast.

The boss who was hung upside down kept howling and trying to throw some rings, watches and other things to attract the attention of the people below.

Oakley didn't stop him, and the villain's struggle before death was also a good show.

He quite likes watching it.

They flew all the way to the coast, and only a ray of light was left when they reached the land. The despair in the eyes of the Shark Gang leader became more and more intense, and the last glimmer of hope was completely gone.

“This should be about the same.”

Oakley was quite satisfied with the place he chose, which should be a good fishing spot.

They tied Oakley's legs with ropes, and then cut off one of his arms while he stared blankly in the dark, and then removed the silent zone.

Watching something falling down, the boss didn't react at first to what it was, until he felt the blood spurting out from the broken arm, and finally realized that he had lost one of his arms.

"F*ck! Even if you are extraordinary, so what! F*ck, you bastard! You are only fit to hide your head and show your tail in this life. There will always be extraordinary people who are more powerful and more unethical than you - Gululu!"

Amidst the shouting and cursing, the leader of the Shark Gang was thrown into the sea. He was caught off guard and swallowed several mouthfuls of sea water. The sea water irritated his wounds and caused him to twitch in pain.

The blood began to spread, soon staining a small area of ​​red around his body.

Oakley paid no attention to the shouting below, and fished quietly like a qualified fisherman.

I don't seek any gain, since I don't have any fish hooks anyway, I just enjoy the leisurely time of fishing.

The boss below finally cried out in exhaustion and just floated on the sea, choked by the surging sea water from time to time, and his brain automatically started playing a marquee.

However, the ticker tape kept playing for a long time without stopping. The feeling of knowing that he was going to die but not knowing when it would happen really made him despair.

Oakley's mind moved, and he looked towards a certain part of the sea.

Finally the first customer arrived, and probably also the last one.

After all, it was a great white shark that came. It took a bite to taste it, and the person was gone.

"Here it comes, give me a good beating, Boss Shark."

He gasped, trying hard to suppress his fear, looking at the exposed fish fins and taking deep breaths.

The great white shark first circled the man twice from a distance, and then suddenly sprinted forward.

Wow!

At the critical moment, the boss was pulled up by Oakley, and the great white shark also jumped out of the sea. Its smelly big mouth almost bit off the boss's head. His scalp stuck to his teeth, and he screamed in fear.

"Hahaha, fishing is really interesting."

Oakley became a little excited and began to tease the great white shark with the bait.

The Shark Gang boss cursed very harshly.

However, because he intentionally let the water flow, the bait was not very durable and was completely bitten and torn into two pieces after a short while.

"Tsk."

Oakley felt a little regretful and threw the rope in his hand down.

Now that the game is over, it's time to go back.
Oakley paused and looked at a woman who appeared in the air without his noticing.

"Has it still been noticed?" Oakley smiled. "The angel is right. If you want to uphold justice, you can only rely on yourself. You so-called extraordinary people are just another kind of rentiers. You have already been corrupted before you have even established yourself."

"Let me see what qualifications you have to be so high and mighty!"

Oakley's wings were burning with black flames, and his hands were holding two ink-black daggers, making his existence almost invisible in the night.

Takashima originally wanted to chat for a few minutes to test the waters, so he didn't disturb the other party when he was concentrating on fishing. However, he didn't expect that the other party would suddenly get angry and rush up to him, saying incomprehensible words such as "justice", "corruption", and "superior".

It seems that the only way is to calm the other person down manually.

The heart-protecting goggles flashed, and a bright beam of light shone on Oakley, causing his black aura to pause. Takashima's long sword followed closely, aiming at Oakley's non-vital parts.

So fast!

Oakley blocked with both swords, concentrating fully.

The crazy look at the beginning is gone.

Am I so weak? I can even suppress any extraordinary person who comes to me. No wonder the angel doesn't want me to follow him. No! I won't! I will kill this person right now to prove my worth!
"An angel fell from heaven to earth, willing to filth his wings, just to cleanse himself of sin! I will never lose to an accomplice like you who helps the evil!"

Oakley exploded, his whole body was covered in black flames, the short knife in his hand turned into a long knife, and with a crisp sound, he blocked Takashima.

Takashima had a strange look on her face. Why did this guy look so much like those late-stage chuunibyou fantasy people she had seen when she was working on cases in Japan?

Next, should I shout about "bond" or "don't underestimate the friendship between us" and then take myself away?

With such caution, Takashima defended against several waves of attacks before he finally felt relieved.

It has only been strengthened by less than 50%, and it is almost time to renew the subscription. It simply cannot last long.

On the other hand, Oakley found that he could not break through Takashima's defense even after he exerted all his strength. He finally realized that this was not an enemy he could deal with right now. He gritted his teeth and prepared to find a chance to escape.

I haven't even dug out the rotten flesh of the world yet, I've only eradicated a few gangster forces, how can I die in such a place!
But his combat experience was still insufficient, and Takashima discovered his intention immediately. He used the same trick against Oakley, making him think he had a chance to escape. Then he was stabbed in the shoulder by Takashima who had been prepared for a long time. Not only that, he also felt the black flames in his body being madly devoured by the strange knife that pierced his body, and his strength gradually weakened.

"There's something strange about this knife!"

Oakley couldn't break free at all, and could only watch his strength being sucked away, and then his whole body crashed into a reef.

After the rubble and waves, the weak Oakley was nailed to the reef, coughing up blood. Even so, his remaining strength was still absorbed by the knife, and his wings gradually shrank and gradually became a chicken wing that was not much bigger than a Ketchup chicken wing.

"As expected, your ability comes from Shirai Kyoko."

Takashima held the hilt of the knife and gently pushed it inward a little more while speaking.

"Ah - cough cough! Kill me, kill me!" Oakley gritted his teeth and stretched out his hand hard, but he couldn't touch the corner of Takashima's clothes.

Takashima shook his head and just continued to look at him, wanting to see whether his ability, which was the same as Shirai Anko's, was borrowed from Shirai or generated within his body.

She had been fighting with Shirai for so long, so the idea of ​​how to develop her sword was naturally designed targeting Shirai.

But the effect was not as good as this time, probably because Oakley was too weak.

Amid the opponent's shouting and cursing, Takashima confirmed that Oakley's ability must come from his body.

Otherwise, no matter how stupid Shirai is, he would take the initiative to stop transmitting energy to him.

In other words, Shirai has mastered the ability to give others extraordinary seeds, allowing people like Oakley to become so-called filthy-winged people.

And the strength is quite good.

Even though Oakley was easily suppressed by Takashima, in fact, with his strength, he is already stronger than many extraordinary combat abilities. If he is thrown into the Special Affairs Bureau, he will be the main force of a team.

I just don't know if giving such ability will be a big restriction for Shirai, and whether he can only choose someone like the cynical chuunibyou in front of him.

And he is either a part of Shirai's plan or a discarded pawn.

Listening to Oakley's constant insults, Takashima felt that it was more likely that Shirai had abandoned him because this man was uncontrollable.

At the beginning, Shirai was also slaughtering so-called villains all over the world, but later she became more and more restrained. Originally, no one knew what she was planning.

Looking at it now, does it mean that you feel that personal abilities have their limits after all, so you need to train an army of black angels?
Takashima felt a sense of urgency.

It's not that he's worried about the safety of the world, but he's afraid that the other party has trained too many Filthy Winged People, and he won't be able to kill Shirai anymore.

"It seems that the angel you mentioned has abandoned you." Takashima looked up at the night sky, then lowered his head and looked at Oakley with pity.

"Angels are everywhere! My suffering is only for a better and more glorious future! People like you, what do you know? You know nothing at all! As long as all sinners can be sent to hell, I am willing to go to hell with them!"

Even though Oakley was extremely weak, he spoke every word with all his might.

"Do you hate them so much? Why?" Takashima asked curiously.

Most people don't hate on such a grand scale.

"Of course it's because - because." Oakley's expression froze, his voice gradually became smaller, and confusion flashed in his eyes.

Why?

"Because my family members all died at the hands of the gangs, the government was in cahoots with them and the case ended in a hasty manner! I became an orphan! From that time on, I vowed to tear those scumbags who only had money in their minds into pieces. They deserved to die, and you, as an accomplice, will not have a good end either!" Oakley seemed to have found a reliable reason, and his voice gradually rose.

"Oh, you love your family so much, can you tell me the full names of all their members?" Takashima leaned over and asked playfully.

Oakley paused.

He seemed to really not be able to remember the full names of his parents, siblings, and all the others.

Seeing his reaction, Takashima was thoughtful.

It seems that it was the seeds planted in him by Shirai that aroused hatred, rather than him having such a grand and crazy hatred.

"I've seen the angel you mentioned, but she can control her emotions very well. And a guy like you who gets angry easily, no wonder she didn't choose you to be with her." Takashima provoked a little.

"I—you're talking nonsense! I'm the confidant of the angel. She gave me the authority to act freely. This is my way of punishing sinners. Besides, there's no one around her. Mortals also want to know the secrets of heaven. You don't know how powerful the angels are. The fact that they haven't appeared now shows that your sins are not yet irreparable."

Oakley didn't continue talking, his excitement slowly subsiding.

Takashima stared at him with a half-smile. Judging from what he said, Shirai should only be in the experimental stage at present. There must not be many Filthy Winged People around him, and if there were more, they would definitely need a base camp. So, where would be the most suitable place to be the base camp?

The country of narcos? Rio de Janeiro? Africa? Or directly in Antarctica?

"I am guilty, and it is not your turn to judge." Takashima drew his sword, and Oakley fell limply on the reef, as if he would be swept away by the waves at any time.

But without the continuous energy absorption of this strange samurai sword, Oakley's chicken wings slowly grew again, and the wound on his chest was filled with black mucus and gradually healed.

Very good recovery ability, Takashima's inner urgency increased.

Just as she raised the knife and prepared to kill Oakley, a huge wave hit and swept the unprepared Oakley into the sea.

Immediately afterwards, Oakley, who was about to surface, heard a fierce fight coming from above and the sea surface exploded.

"I didn't expect you to have an accomplice!"

Clang!

"Go find the angel!"

an unfamiliar voice shouted, loud enough for him to hear it even though he was several meters below the surface of the ocean.

Oakley didn't act pretentiously and swam frantically away from the land.

The fight behind him continued, and from time to time a few aftermaths hit the sea, scaring him so much that he dared not even come out of the water.

Although his ability allowed him to hold his breath for a long time, he could not really go without oxygen. After swimming for nearly ten minutes, he could no longer feel the waves behind him, so he slowly surfaced, gasping for breath.

Looking back, I could no longer see anything. Perhaps the battlefield had moved.

"Sure enough, the angel still cares about me!" Oakley smiled.

"You can't fly yet. Keep swimming. Keep swimming. I want to get back to the angel. This is the angel's order!"

Oakley dived into the sea again and swam eastward.

In mid-air, Takashima, whose figure was hidden by a heart-protecting goggles, silently watched where Oakley was.

Beside him, a katana was floating quietly.

Just now, it was the Unholy Winged One who pretended to come to rescue her with Katana, and had a pretend fight with her.

"To the east, Shirai, you are in Rio, right?"

(End of this chapter)