"Huff … Huff …"
Heavy breathing sounded in the dark corner of the room. Kevin held a fully loaded pistol in his left hand and a dagger in his right. It was a black dagger with a red cloth wrapped around it. It was longer than the dagger, and it used to belong to Thompson.
Unfortunately, its owner was long dead at the bottom of the sea near Gotham.
In the past few days, Kevin had talked to Saber twice. Even though he did not like the bastard who smiled when he killed, he had to admit that if he did not plan to leave Gotham, he and Ed had to find a strong backer.
At first, he was still hesitating, but after the incident with Arkham, he made up his mind. He knew who the person in the crimson armor was. He was probably the only person in this city who knew about this. And this truth brought him a faint glimmer of hope. Although it was so faint that it was almost impossible to find, at least it brought him some comfort in this cold and dark night.
He was just a small fry. If his father did not work for the League of Shadow Warriors, he would not even have the slightest connection with the organization. But that was where the problem lay. When his father was seriously ill, he needed a large amount of money to save his father. At that time, the Shadow Warriors appeared.
For a 17 year old young man, did he have a choice?
No … fate never gave him enough choices. After his father passed away, Kevin could only take one step at a time under the influence of fate. He was once like many young people, a person who went with the flow. At his age, it was normal to have such thoughts. In fact, as an outer member, they did not have too many troublesome matters to deal with.
The young man turned his head left and right, looking around nervously. He was always worried that a group of assassins in black armor would suddenly appear from the dark corners. This worry had lasted for an entire day because he saw the 'Assemble' sign at the corner of the street.
They're here!
Kevin put the dagger in his hand on the table. He lit a cigarette with trembling hands. He never smoked before, but now, he needed something to relieve his stress.
He turned his head to look at the clock on the wall. Ed had been out for 15 minutes. It was normal for him to spend that much time buying a meal, but there was another possibility. He was in trouble!
Thinking of this, Kevin reached out and fiercely extinguished the cigarette in his mouth on the table that was covered with soot. He threw it into the ashtray that was already full of cigarette butts. He picked up the phone, gritted his teeth, and sent a text message.
"They're here!"
Recipient: Saber Hawk.
After pressing the send button, Kevin seemed to have lost all his strength. He collapsed on the sofa, his mind in a mess.
He had worked for the Shadow Warrior for four years, and the most he had done was to collect the latest information from the various parts of Gotham. In fact, he had never once been in a situation where he needed to pick up a weapon. However, thanks to his father's nurturing since he was young, Kevin was not the kind of young man who was too weak to fight.
Especially in the two years since Klein came to Gotham, no one dared to provoke the members of the asylum. The young man even thought that this life was great. After all, he was only 21 years old. He was still at the age where he liked to fantasize. If there were no accidents, he would continue living like this until he became a 'Narrow Islander'.
He did not want to improve himself. He liked to fight. He had an inexplicable hostility toward all outsiders. He took up some unorthodox jobs. Every day, he would party with the strippers until the end of the day. He would find the shallow 'happiness' in his bestial nature. Then, he would die in a gang fight or a robbery.
This was their life. Lars Al Ghul was right about one thing. This city, or at least the Narrow Isles, was hopeless. When life lost all hope, human nature would fall to a level that was unimaginable. They would roll in the mud of darkness, never imagining the bright light. Although they were still human, they were no longer human.
They were walking corpses that lived for the sake of living.
But fortunately or unfortunately, he met Saber. When his only friend, Ed, was thrown into the sea three times and only his confession could save him, when he was also thrown into the sea, when he realized that he was the only one who could save him, when he tried his best to sever the rope, the torment and fear in the deepest part of Kevin's heart woke him up from that dangerous life.
It was cruel. Even now, Ed was afraid of water. Kevin changed all the clocks in the house to those ancient ones. He was afraid to see the numbers on them. That night, for these two small characters, it was a hellish torture.
Saber used a barbaric and unreasonable method to destroy the lives of these two small characters. But this kind of destruction was a kind of salvation. When people realized that there was a more vicious and terrifying existence around them, most people's reaction would be to stay away from those dangerous people and live their lives carefully.
Kevin was the same. But the problem between him and Ed was that he knew how the League of Shadow Warriors dealt with traitors. He still remembered when he was a child, his father would sit in the dark and smoke quietly after talking to those elusive fellows. At that time, he could not understand his father's worries. But now, with the heavy pressure on his shoulders, he suddenly understood. His father's worries were fear!
Even though Saber had emphasized many times that he would not betray them, what happened that night could not be hidden from those who were observant. Why did Thompson go out with them but only the two of them came back? If Syber had killed Thompson, why would he let the two of them go?
Sometimes, there was no need for a specific reason to kill someone. Deterrence, protection, or even a bad mood could be the reason for the weak to lose their lives.
Saber was a complete bastard. But at least he was right about one thing. One should not entrust one's future to the kindness of others, especially when facing a group of people who could not possibly be kind.
Ding Dong!
The sudden ringing of the doorbell woke Kevin from his wild thoughts. He jumped out of bed with a dagger in his left hand and a pistol in his right. He took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down. He moved slowly in the dark, leaning against the wall until he reached the door. He lowered his voice.
"Who is it?"
"Open the door. It's me, Ed!"
Kevin sighed in relief. He was about to open the door when Ed suddenly said, "Open the door, Kevin. Today's pizza is amazing. I'm drooling."
The young man's outstretched hand froze in place.
What Ed went to buy was clearly not pizza! He was using this as a way to warn him!
Fear flashed in his eyes. His shoulders began to tremble, but he forced himself to suppress the surging fear. He replied in a low voice, "Wait, let me put on my pants."
He could feel his tongue hitting his teeth. He quietly lay on the ground and peeked through the gap of the door. There were three pairs of feet.
'Damn it! Damn it! '
Kevin knew that he could not panic now. He patted the door and made a walking motion. Then, he took a deep breath and adjusted the muzzle in his hand at the door. He vaguely aimed at one of the people's heads and twisted the door lock. When the lock was twisted to its deepest point …
"Get down! Ed! "
Bang!
The bullet passed through the fragile wooden door and hit a Shadow Warrior soldier who was caught off guard in the chest. The unlucky guy was pushed back two steps and then fell down the stairs. The gun in his hand collided with the ground, creating a series of sounds.
The moment he fired, the wooden door suddenly burst open. The remaining person kicked the front of the wooden door, sending Kevin, who was holding the gun with both hands, flying. It was a tall opponent wearing a helmet and a black combat uniform. He pounced on Kevin, who had fallen to the ground, like a beast hunting its prey.
The trained assassin and the young man who had only received simple training had a complete advantage in terms of combat skills, weapons, equipment, and even willpower. Kevin had just taken aim when his gun was kicked away. The guy whose face could not be seen touched his belt and a dagger appeared in his hand.
Holding the dagger in a reverse grip, he looked at Kevin who was crawling up from the ground. The guy moved his arms, and the eyes under the combat helmet were filled with undisguised murderous intent.
"Traitor!"
"I'm not!"
Kevin shouted, holding the black dagger with his left hand that could still move. His whole body was trembling as he stood in front of the guy. He was about to collapse. The super sensory enhancement brought by the burst of adrenaline made him breathe rapidly. The man in black opposite him was like a cat playing with a mouse. He turned in circles and kicked the debris on the ground over from time to time.
He could see that the kid in front of him was a coward. He only needed to use this method to destroy his willpower bit by bit. His teammate was tricked, but he was wearing a bulletproof vest, so he should only be slightly injured. He should be back soon. Thinking of this, the face under the helmet showed a sinister smile.
"You should have guessed this result on the day you betrayed us."
Bang!
The two people collided, and the dagger in Kevin's hand flew out in an instant. He was hit seven times by the man in front of him in three seconds. The last punch almost sent him flying. His mouth was full of blood, and he fell to the ground in an extremely sorry state.
The guy seemed to have finished his exercise. He shrugged his shoulders and pulled out a pistol from his waist.
"Goodbye, traitor!"
Bang!
The hot bullet missed. Kevin shook his head and saw two arms coming out from the man's back. The panicked Ed's face was red, and he used all his strength to throw the man to the ground. He struggled to restrain the man, and he screamed.
"Run! Kevin, run! "
The young man's blood covered his eyes at this moment. Ed's scream seemed to have awakened a switch in his brain. He ran, but when he rushed to the door, he saw the mask thrown aside by the man. He suddenly remembered Saber's funny monkey mask.
"In the face of a mad dog that wants to bite you, it's useless no matter how hard you try to escape. The moment you turn around, the dog will know that you're afraid of it. It will chase after you until its arrogant thoughts are satisfied."
"Do you know how to deal with a mad dog?"
"You have to raise the stick in your hand and hit it hard on the head. As long as you hit it hard enough and hurt it enough, it will whimper and run away with its tail between its legs. It will be afraid of you, and this fear will stay in its heart. The next time it sees you, even if you don't have a stick in your hand, it will go around you. Do you understand?"
The words that Seiber had once said to him replayed in his mind, and he turned around.
Bang!
A gunshot rang out. Kevin, who was covered in blood, stopped at this moment. He saw Ed, his good brother, lying on the ground with a large pool of blood on his chest. He looked at Kevin with difficulty.
"Run … Don't stay …"
The voice finally disappeared. At this moment, a string called rationality snapped in Kevin's mind. He picked up the chair next to him, screamed, and pounced on the man who had just got up. He smashed the man's head, grabbed the dagger on the ground, and stabbed it into the man's chest. His eyes were red.
It was not blood … it was tears.
"Ahhh!"
So what if he was a small fry? Did small fries not have the right to live?!
Five minutes later, Kevin, who was in a daze and covered in blood, walked out of the house. He went downstairs like a zombie. He saw the killer lying on the stairs, gasping for breath. The man who was not dead but was injured also saw him. Kevin shook his head, walked past him, raised the gun in his hand, and pointed it at the man's head.
Bang!
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